#this was rushed a little bit... sowwy..

[slumbergoblin]

Happy Halloween!^^

[goldeunoias]

Do you like me a little bit?

A/N: to the shy subby anonies in my inbox gushing over daddy Sunghoon, this is for you!💕

not proofread that much i sowwy

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"Come sit cupcake," Sunghoon cooed over to you, spreading his legs on the sofa as he undid his tie and button up. You swallowed thickly and sat next to him on the sofa, earning a fanged grin from him.

"You know that's not where I wanted you to sit," he whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you into his lap, back pressed against his chest.

"H-hoonie," you began when firm hands began massaging the squish on your thighs, pulling up your sundress to reveal soiled underwear. "Im sorry," you rushed out, feeling a sense a shame grow over you at the fact that you didn't pick up on how he, indeed, did not want you to go out to lunch with your male coworker with just the two of you.

He chuckled against the back of your neck, canines nipping their way down the thin skin. "It's not your fault cupcake, I'm not mad at you nor I could never be mad at you," he soothed, grabbing your chin so you could stare at chocolate eyes.

"But I won't lie, I was kinda pissed when he offered the outing in front of me," Sunghoon remarked through gritted teeth, dragging his tongue up your neck before sucking on the skin.

"Especially since he put you in a position where you couldn't say no," he hissed, pushing the straps down of your sundress. You whimpered as pert nipples came in contact with the cool air of your apartment, Sunghoon grabbing each in his fingertips and squeezing them gently.

"My cupcake is too pretty, what should I do?" He cooed, tugging as you squirmed in his lap. "Should I mark you as mine cupcake? Be the first to fill you up in here?" he continuously questioned, pressing down on your lower belly to where your uterus was.

You nodded eagerly at the prospect, knowing how serious Sunghoon was about always keeping a condom on. Sunghoon smiled and motioned with his face for you to open your mouth, you doing so without hesitation.

You whimpered as his hot tongue slid against yours and took dominance, one of Sunghoon's hands coming up to hold your chin in place so you couldn't keen away from the sensation.

"Hoonie wait I-I need air," you panted out against his lips, bunching up his button up in your hands as Sunghoon heeded only for a second before trickling drops of saliva down your throat, some managing to slip past your lips and down the sides of your mouth.

When he pulled back to let you have your air your lips were shiny with his saliva and your breathing was ragged, Sunghoon wasting no time as he slid your underwear to the side and pushed a digit in.

"Feels good hoonie, feels so so good," you croaked out as your walls pulsed around his digit, your nails digging into his forearm as you rutted your hips against the sensation.

Before you could beg he'd slid another digit past your entrance and this time you whimpered at the stretch of such thick digits pushing past your gummy walls, squirming away from the sensation instinctively.

Sunghoon tsked and moved you so you were flat on your belly with your lower half slightly raised up, Sunghoon pushing his fingers in deeper than before.

You moaned into the cushion of the mattress and kicked your legs out some as the pads of his fingers pressed against your favorite spot, never missing the chance for his thumb to messily rub over your swollen and puffy clit.

"You're always so cute when you're getting stretched out princess," he teased against the shell of your ear, nipping at it with his teeth before leaving bite marks down your shoulder. "You'll whine and whimper as if you can't take it and next moments after you're begging for every inch of my cock."

You whined and shook your head no, burying your face in the cushion in embarrassment as the squelching sounds only got louder, Sunghoon amplifying it even more by sliding in a third digit.

"No? Cute, you think I'll believe that? Listen to your pussy cupcake, listen to how badly it wants me and only me," he continued, knowing how flustered dirty talk made you but how turned on you got at the same time.

"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed against the couch, legs shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up. By this point you could feel your lower belly ache for release as his fingers stretched you out, your breathing getting heavier as you felt the coil tighten.

"I am," he agreed against your ear, not able to hide smile.

"But you're wet because of it."

Almost as if by perfect timing the knot in your belly snapped and you gripped the cushion for dear life as your walls pulsed tightly around his fingers, Sunghoon pulling them out with a loud squelch.

You could hear the sound of his belt being undone and the zipper of his slacks lowering and your mouth began water almost if by conditioned.

"Does cupcake want it?" He remarked with feigned sympathy, tapping his tip against your entrance. You could feel trickles of his precum leak onto your slit and you whined and nodded, clenching around nothing when he pushed his tip against your puffy clit.

"Gotta use words if you want me princess, I can't be the only one talking~"

You huffed and whined out a "please hoonie" through shaky breaths, your toes curling as you felt him push his tip in. You didn't realize how much different he could feel without a condom on, the warmth he pushed against your walls stealing the breath from your lungs.

"If you beg some more I'll give you just the tip cupcake," he pushed a bit more, wanting to see if he could get his shy princess out of her shell.

You swallowed and gathered your courage before turning and flipping onto your back, guiding his hips closer to yours.

"I-I want you inside hoonie, to fill me up in here," you managed out, pressing down on your lower belly where he had.

Sunghoon felt a shiver cast down his spine at how turned on he was, pushing every inch inside until his curve was pressing against your cervix.

"Fuck your pussy is so fucking wet," Sunhoon hissed between his teeth as his hips started snapping into yours, his cheeks reddening from how turned on he was. His own breathing had started stuttering as he got lost pleasure, grabbing your legs push them against your chest.

"W-wait it' s'too deep you're-" your sentence was cut short by a ragged moan as Sunghoon's tip kept pushing against the entrance of your cervix, your toes curling as your mind got drowned out in pleasure.

"Nuh-uh cupcake, I have to go this deep to make sure you take every single drop," he remarked between breaths, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head to minimize your squirming.

"See? Look at you tightening up around so tightly pussy is eager to milk me for every drop," he remarked as syrupy droplets started to form a ring at the base of his cock and cling to his pubic hair, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he got close.

"h-hoonie kiss me please," you choked out, as you felt a knot start tightening in your lower belly. He bent down and messily slid his tongue against yours into your mouth, your hands squeezing against his as you felt your belly get tighter.

"Shit, you're tightening around me cupcake, you really want that badly huh?" he groaned against your lips, one of his hands releasing yours to rub your already abused clit. Your free hand pressed against his chest as you felt something other than an orgasm forming, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"C'mon cupcake keep your eyes on me so you watch me pump you full, I know you can do it," he breathed out as he felt his balls tightening, eyes pieced against yours.

You did your best to hold his gaze as the knot snapped and liquid gushed from between your legs, Sunghoon stilling his hips inside of you to make sure you took every last drop.

He pulled out slowly and couldn't help but admire as trickles of thick liquid attempted to trickle it's way out, Sunghoon smiling before pushing it back in against your sensitive walls.

"Aw cupcake, don't spill my gift to you" he faux whined, pouting his lips as he used his cum to finger you. You shuddered and squirmed as your body felt the intense sensations, head already delirious as he looked at you.

"I-I'm sorry," you babbled out, unable to form any concrete thoughts as your belly started getting tighter again.

"It's okay cupcake," Sunghoon cooed as he kissed your nose, watching with a satisfied grin as your eyes lost focus.

"I'll pump you with more of my gift so your coworker will know that you're mine."

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A/N: DID I DO A GOOD SUBBY SUNGHOONIE STANS PLEASE LET ME KNOW! i have anon turned on so pls come and chat with me about whether i did your man justice🥺💕

[cmncisspnandmore]

One Night Stand; Part 6

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Shower smut, Slight breeding kink if you squint, Simon Riley being a literal angel, basically all smut with a little bit of plot.

A/N: Hi loves, imma be real, i wrote this entire part in a day. I spent pretty much my entire afternoon writing this after i scrapped about 4 different versions. This is the best i got at the moment. Im still working on this series and requests. Just life is kinda busy. So please bear with me and enjoy the brain rot. This is also not proofread at all so RIP to any grammar police.

Word Count: 3012... This seemed longer.. sowwie, its smol.

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 5

You sleepily make your way towards the bathroom door, hand closing over the knob as the incessant need to pee urges you forward. It was a little after 2am, you had fallen asleep rather early having spent most of the day lounging around the apartment. 

Simon was on base for the day, running training exercises with Soap, Gaz and Captain Price. During the 3 months you have been living with Simon, you have come to learn his patterns. Training days meant that 9 times out of 10 he would spend the night on base. The days before a deployment he would make sure to stock the fridge and pantry with your favorites. On Sundays he did laundry, every 3rd wednesday he would get his haircut. Saturdays after returning for deployment were reserved for going out to Soap’s bar and having a well deserved drink. You also learnt his day to day routine, every morning he was home Simon rose at exactly 5:00am, went on a 12 mile run, when he returned if you weren't already awake he would prepare you a healthy breakfast and leave it out for you before heading to work. 

On days when you were awake when he got back from his run he would shower, and you both would spend some time preparing breakfast together. Although those mornings instead of the nutritionally packed meals he usually prepared you often convinced him to make some sort of carb and sugar filled breakfast. Those mornings he would often leave the flat grumbling about how he should’ve run extra. Those mornings were your favorite. 

Since you moved in your relationship with Simon had not progressed further than friends, sure there was still the burning desire that he ignited within you from just looking at you. And you would often linger just a little bit too long in his arms when he would give you a hug. But there hadn't been any kissing, and you haven't managed to end up naked in between his sheets. But that wasn't for lack of wanting.

As you shove open the bathroom door, you fail to realize that not only was the light on but the sound of running water was coming from the shower. As you quickly beeline for the enclosed toilet space, you don't feel a set of brown eyes watching your every move from behind the foggy glass. It isn't until you wash your hands in the sink and glance up into the large mirror on the wall that you realize you aren't alone. Through the fogged glass of the mirror you can make out Simon’s large silhouette, his tanned skin reduced to nothing more than a tan blob. 

“Oh my god!” You squeak, whirling around, your chest heaving as you finally face Simon. He's mostly obscured by the fogged glass door of the walk-in shower, but his bemused smile is clear. “I didn't think you would be coming home!” You mutter out, your cheeks turning pink as he runs his hand across the glass cleaning away some of the fog. Now you can clearly see his face, although distorted by the water droplets on the glass. 

“I should’ve texted you, I'm sorry.. I just didn't want to be late for the appointment in the morning..” Simon says as he reaches up, running his hand through his wet blonde hair.

“No, no! I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention. I'm such an airhead sometimes I didn't realize that there was someone in here..” you rush out as you try to desperately keep your eyes from straying from Simon's face. You aren’t sure if it's the heat from the shower or the pregnancy hormones but it takes all your willpower to keep your eyes from trailing down his toned body. 

Simon pauses for a moment, his dark brown eyes trailing over you, from the adorable flush of your cheeks to the swell of your stomach under the sleep shirt you have on. “It’s alright. Love," Simon smiles. One of his panty dropping smiles that you swear he reserves for only you. It's the smile that sends shivers straight to your core. That leaves you a hot panting mess behind closed doors. Living with Simon and not jumping his bones at every opportunity was damn near torture during your second trimester. You were able to take care of things yourself, but now that your bump had grown substantially, you hadn’t been able to find relief.  

Without thinking, you walk towards the shower and yank open the door, the hot steam pouring out. Little splashes of water hit your skin as you step into the small space. Your sleep shirt and shorts quickly drenched, as Simon stares at you wide eyed. 

“Sweetheart…” Simon warns as your hands come to rest on his wet cheeks, your thumb catching on his bottom lip as he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide. You quickly close the space between you two, your bump pressing against the firm plains of his abs, your arms snaking around his neck as you sharply tug him down to your height. Your lips capture his in a sloppy, wet kiss. Simon groans low in his throat, his chest vibrating against your overly sensitive breasts. A new wave of need pluses through you as you try to get closer, Simon's cock jumping to life as it presses against your lower stomach. Simon's large hands land on your hips squeezing slightly as he turns you, pressing your back against the cold tile wall of the shower. 

A startled gasp rushes past your lips as your back makes contact with the cold tile. A shiver running through you as your wet shirt makes it feel colder. Simon smiles against your lips, one hand coming up to graze over your pebbled nipples through the sopping wet fabric of your shirt. A breathy moan slips from you as Simon peppers kisses down the side of your jaw to your neck. The spray from the showerhead now sprays off his shoulders as he leans lower. 

“Fuck.. Please,” you whine, nails scratching along the tops of his shoulders Simon wraps his lips around one of your nipples, over the fabric of your shirt. The friction from the wet fabric sends waves of pleasure through you straight to your core, your legs starting to shake with need and Simon has barely touched you.

“Such a needy girl…” Simon murmurs against your skin, as he flicks his tongue across your nipple. Your cheeks flush pink at his words but you’re hanging on to each one like they’re your life line. “Why didn't you just come to me if you needed some help baby?” Simon whispers softly, as his fingers trace the bottom of your bump, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt as he pushes it up.

“I…I don't know,” You mumble your head tipping back against the cold shower wall. 

Simon hums, his lips once again brushing across one of your nipples, pulling another moan from you. “God, your tits are amazing. It’s been hell walking around trying not to stare at them. Knowing that my child is the reason, knowing that they are growing to provide milk for our baby,” Simon whispers against your skin, and you swear you could cum just from the sounds of his voice. 

“Simon… Please…” you whine, it's small and breathy, in any other circumstance you would be ashamed for sounding so weak, but right now you couldn't give two shits if the damn queen of England was standing here witnessing your plea.

“Tell me what you need baby, I don't want to hurt you..” Simon stands back to his full height, his hand coming to cup the side of your face. You force your eyes open, Simon's beautiful brown eyes staring at you. Simon is a large man, in all aspects of his life and the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you unintentionally. Especially now, as you carry his child within you, he would rather be buried alive again than accidentally do something to hurt you or the baby.

“I need you to bend me over and fuck me senseless. I feel like I'm going to explode,” you whine, your needy hands coming to rake down his bare chest, sending a shiver through Simon's entire body. 

“Whatever you need, Love,” Simon grunts before he bends down and picks you up, nudging open the shower door with his shoulder as he cradles you against his wet chest. He doesn’t stop to turn off the shower or even dry himself off as he brings you into his room. He sets you down on your feet and quickly drops to his knees in front of you. His still warm hands catching the waistband of your wet sleep shorts. He pulls them down your legs, goosebumps erupting across your skin from the sudden change in temperature. 

Simon presses a series of soft kisses to the stretched skin of your stomach, his hands briefly cupping your belly/ “Hi Lovie,” he whispers softly to your bump and if you weren’t so ravishingly horny you could cry. The sight of probably one of the scariest men you know on his knees in front of you talking to his unborn child makes you want to scream in the best way. But your mind quickly goes blank as Simon's fingers trace the smooth skin of your inner thigh. 

“Turn around, elbows on the bed, pet,” Simon stands again, his hands on your shoulders as he gently turns you. As if on autopilot you lean forwards, resting your elbows on the bed, giving Simon a perfect view of your ass. A deep groan hits your ears as Simon's hand comes to massage the puffy flesh of your ass. Your skin prickles with anticipation as his fingers dip lower, gathering the slick wetness from between your thighs. The breath wooshed from your lungs as he thrusts one finger into your slick cunt. 

“You’re so wet for me, such a good girl aren't you?” Simon hums, lazily thrusting his finger before he adds a second. You tip your hips back, trying to make him go faster, this slow languid pace he was setting was driving you mad. You needed to be fucked, and god damn if you didn't get it right now you were going to cry. 

“Si…” you whine, pushing your hips back into his hand as he curls his fingers within you. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m pregnant, not made of fucking glass. I swear if you don't fu-” Your voice cuts off as Simon slams into you in one quick thrust. Your world spins for a moment and if you hadn't been holding onto the bed for support you would’ve fallen over. A startled gasp passes your lips and Simon all but freezes. “No please don't stop, it just feels different but not in a bad way…” You quickly mumble reaching back haphazardly with one hand to try and grab Simon's hip to force him to move.  

“You sure?” Simon mumbles, his hands coming to rest on your hips, as he slowly pulls out before sinking back in. 

“Oh god, yes, please,” you moan, your face now pressed into the mattress. That was all it took for Simon to continue, his hips thrust into you at a rapid pace, obscene moans leaving your lips as he slams home each time. Sex felt different this time, there was no slight burn from how big Simon was but you felt full, so deliciously full. You had been worried about having sex at any point during your pregnancy, having read that some women have no sex drive during pregnancy, especially the 3rd trimester. But thank the lord above it was not the case for you. Your thoughts turn to nothing as Simon lets out a harsh moan, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Simon grunts as he adjusts his grip on your hip bones,his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Feels so good Simon.. I'm gonna cum..” You whimper as the familiar coil in your stomach tightens, teetering on the edge of release as he pounds into you. Your skin slapping against each other so loud you're sure the neighbors know what's going on.

“Cum for me baby,” Simon leans forward, one hand wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you up slightly, your elbows no longer resting on the bed as he pulls you up against his chest. His hips still pistoning into you as he uses the new position to fuck into your harder. You reach up and grab the back of his neck with your hand, anchoring yourself to him, your other hand coming to find the hand still on your waistline. You guide his hand up to your throat where he gives it a gentle squeeze. 

That small squeeze was all you needed to go tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Stars dance in front of your vision as the world goes quiet for a moment. Simon finds his own release moments after yours, his entire body tensing behind you. As you turn to putty in his arms, “Woah, I’ve got you,” Simon whispers into your sweaty hairline as his arms carefully wrap around you and he manages to slip out of you and hold you up. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, fully sated as you lean against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering against your back, one arm firmly around you, right under your breasts the other resting lightly on your bump. His fingers softly rubbing along your soft skin. 

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Simon grunts, maneuvering you to the edge of the bed where he helps lower you into it. 

“I just basically jumped you in the shower… “ you mutter, your eyes heavy as exhaustion hits you like a freight train hitting a brick wall. 

Simon pauses as he gathers your wet pj’s from the floor and shoves them into his laundry basket. “You think I would be upset by you jumping me in the shower?” He asks, a small smile on his face. 

You lift your head, watching as he shoves the clothes into the basket and grabs a black long sleeve shirt from the closet. He walks over, standing in front of you still in all his naked glory, the shirt in his hands. “Well.. I mean.. we haven’t exactly expressed wanting more than friendship..” 

“Love, I’ve been taking it slow because I thought you only wanted to be friends… not because I wanted to. God, watching you walk around the apartment, your stomach growing with my child drives me insane, I’ve wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you sensless every morning since the first day you got here.” Simon pulls the shirt over your head, and you put your arms through, the shirt still fits loosely even over your baby bump. 

“Oh…” you freeze for a moment, you and Simon had gotten closer over the time you’ve lived with him. You had learnt about his past, about his mother and brother. About his nephew. You held him when he cried one night, his words a broken mess of how he was afraid he would turn out to be his dad. How he wished he could talk to his brother one last time, so he could ask him how he got past the fear of turning into his dad. How he handled the fear of being a dad when he had Joseph.

But the entire time you had lived together Simon had always treated you with respect, he never touched your stomach without asking. He always made sure to keep a respectable distance from you when you were on the couch. He never entered your room without permission and never asked about your life before coming to London. 

But it wasn’t to say you didn’t share things with Simon, he knew your favorite color, your worst fear (unrelated to your family’s passing) , your greatest wish, he knew what you used to dream about being as a little kid. He knew that your favorite food could make you smile on your worst days, and that you liked to watch old sitcoms when it rained. If someone was to look into your conversations they would probably think you were already together. That you probably didn’t flaunt the physical aspects of your relationship. Simon had quickly broken down the walls you had put up around yourself, and had comfortably made his own spot in your heart.

Simon sits next to you, now dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, his large hand covering yours. You slowly look up at him, his brow furrowed as he studies your face. The small scar in his eyebrow evident this close, you reach out running a finger across it. The skin is slightly raised and water drips from his hair onto your finger.

“Then you should stop fighting the urge…” you finally whisper, your hand cupping the rough skin of Simon’s face. 

“Would you be okay with that? With me touching you whenever I wanted… holding you.. kissing you?” Simon whispers, his eyes closing for a moment as he leans into your hand.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your forehead coming to rest against his, your eyes closed. For a moment you just sit there. Your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling.

Could you be okay with that?

Could you let someone in that way?

Let someone get close enough that they could see all the broken and jagged edges of you?

Could you open yourself up to losing someone again?

The thought of Simon being gone suddenly, ripped away from you by some unknown, the same person who ripped your siblings and mother away from you makes you want to vomit.

But a small part of you chimes in, the part that knows Simon isn’t defenseless like your family was. Simon was a trained military man, a man who single handedly killed an entire crew for crossing him. He could handle himself. He had proved that time and time again in the field. He also had the rest of 141, the team who would go to the ends of the earth to find him. 

You open your eyes, and look at Simon, the answer on the tip of your tongue as you stare at his beautiful face. His light blonde stubble, the small scars, the crook in his nose, the slightly uneven line of his lower lip. “Yes… I-I want that.. I want all of it.”

Next Part: 7

Taglist: @coffeeandtealol, @natashamea18

[littlexdeaths]

trouble in paradise?

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: angsty angst im sowwy, reader is bit insecure and jealous, implied hellcheer

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

a/n: this takes place right at the end of the car troubles saga for reference! also i’m sorry in advance, we had to spice things up a little bit tee hee. xx.

you knew it was too good to be true.

because there she was, perfect chrissy fucking cunningham.

the girl eddie had been pining over since high school. you knew all about his massive crush on the former cheerleader, since sid had never stopped teasing eddie about it.

you were always a bit jealous of her because of it. with her pretty strawberry blonde curls that cascaded down her back and her gleaming smile that could light up a room.

you’d never be as good as her.

she was giggling at something he said, her fingers wrapped around the meat of his bicep as they left the shop’s office. where not even a few days prior eddie had you pinned to the other side of that door.

but a few steamy make out sessions didn’t secure his loyalty to you. and from the goo goo eyes they were giving each other, you knew you had lost your chance.

neither of them had noticed you yet, which you were thankful for.

you had originally dropped by to bring him a lunch as a small thank you for all the work he did on your car. knowing he rarely ever packed one himself besides a bag of pretzels and whatever he could get from the vending machine in the break room.

you had all but skipped inside the shop, still on cloud nine from seeing him the night before. eddie had snuck in your bedroom after your brother had passed out in a weed induced coma, whispering pretty promises in between the heated press of his lips on yours.

“i want you, sweetheart.” he’d said, brown eyes full of sincerity. “more than just this… i want you to be my girl.”

but those promises clearly meant nothing to him, as he so easily moved onto her no less than twelve hours after he’d been in your bed. and you can’t help but feel so incredibly stupid for believing he really liked you in the first place.

before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself, you dump the paper bag into the trash and quickly rush out the auto shop as tears begin to blur your vision. completely unaware that lucas sinclair had witnessed that entire interaction.

while lucas may not know exactly what’s going on between you and eddie, the look of betrayal on your face spoke volumes.

“yo! eddie!” he shouts, fishing the crumbled bag out of the trash once chrissy leaves the shop. eddie’s name is written across the front in sharpie, with a little heart dotting over the i.

the younger male frowns when eddie’s jogs over to him and he thrusts the bag into his arms.

“really not cool, man.” lucas just shakes his head and walks away.

and eddie is dumbfounded, what did he do?

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[mybadmutt]

could u write ellabs x reader? maybe the reader is dating them both and they get jealous bc some girl is flirting w the reader? maybe some fluffy after care at the end :)

YES 🦭

✦ | Cw; Dom!Abby/Ellie, Sub!Fem!Reader, Marking, Overstimulation, Mentions of blood, Multiple orgasms (?), Sorta fluff (?)

✦ | An; it’s SHORT (and maybe rushed) I’m sorry sowwy

"You're ours. Do you ever forget that," Abby growled, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she guided you along the length of Ellie's wet cunt, her own naked body pressed up against your back. You’d cum about three times by now, you mind has completely turned to mush, and all you can do is whimper and whine about how overstimulated you are. But you take what they’re giving you anyways.

Abby’s rough hands feel so good against your sweaty skin as you try to focus on the feeling of your pussy rubbing against Ellie’s, her sweet grunts and groans motivating you more despite the throbbing ache in your thighs.

“So pretty, sweet girl. Look so good on top of me,” Ellie groaned, letting Abby do the work for both of you, her legs quivering on your shoulders. You tell she was getting close by now, the subtle trembling of her legs, the occasional whimpers she let out, the way her back arched every time Abby pushed down a little bit too hard.

“Guys, please, I can’t—“

“You can, and you will,” Abby snarled, giving your ass a hard smack that’s definitely going to form a dark bruise later on. You really, and actually, couldn’t take this anymore. You’ve lost track of how many times you came tonight, your body was defiled in cum, sweet, and blood, and your body was burning for a break, aching even. Though, they wouldn’t stop, no. Not until every inch of your body and mind was branded in their marks.

After some time, Ellie finally came, about her second or third one this night. You whined and squirmed on top of her as her warm juices splashed against your swollen cunt, this also being the cause of your own orgasm. This left both you and Ellie breathless, Abby smirking as you admired how fucked-out you two looked.

“You think she’s had enough?” Ellie rasped, her hands smoothing down you quivering backside, easing the pain from the many, many marks that she’d left there. “Yeah, she’s good,” Abby responded, gently placing kisses on the back of your sweaty neck before dragging you off of Ellie and into her arms, carrying you into the bathroom for some much needed TLC.

“You did such a good job for us tonight, beautiful,” Abby praised, sitting you down on a towel on the counter and drenching a freshly cleaned washcloth in warm water, lathering it with soap and carefully slipping it over the curves and contours of your body, wary of the tiny wounds they may have left behind. The only thing you could really manage for her was a drowsy smile, your body gradually coming down from shaking as she deemed you clean enough as washed the soap off of your skin, wrapping you up in a fluffy pink towel, and carrying you back to your bedroom.

You were mostly sure you would find Ellie there, and you did. She looked like she’s already cleaned herself up as well as the bed.

“Come get in bed you two,” she hummed, patting the bed before she got into it herself, leaving the sheets pulled back so Abby could lay you down and tuck you in, making herself snug beside you, ultimately sandwiching you between the both of them. “Good night, princess. I love you,” Abby whispered, giving you and Ellie one last round of kisses before slowly drifting off into sleep. Leaving you and Ellie awake for a little while longer.

“Well, good night, I guess. Love you,” Ellie rasped, tenderly kissing your nose before falling asleep along with Abby, leaving you the last one awake.

Your eyes slowly began to flutter shut, body laying limply between the both of them, before remembering to utter your last words of love before drifting off into dreamland.

“Love you guys, too.. Good night.”

[curtsycream]

OKAY SO I GOT A VERY FUNNY IDEA

Ch kiribakudeku x little reader where she is so tiny in her headspace that she uses pacis and some day she lays her head on daddy bakugou and feels his nipple through his shirt and thinks it's a paci so she just bite in his nipple and he screams and now her other cg run into the room and ask what happened and he says that she bite his nipple and whole kiri laughs his ass off deku ask why she did it and she said innocently "pwaci" thinking that his nipple was a paci 😂😂💖

Pacifier Complications

BakuDekuKiri x Little!Reader

Kind of short didn’t mean for that, hope you enjoy <333

The soft lullaby of Max & Ruby paired with the slow rocking that Bakugou was doing made her sleepy. She knew their tricks even in her headspace where they would get her all cozy and put her to bed. With her pacifier in her mouth she seemed to be falling into that trap.

That was until it fell from her mouth but she didn’t attempt to open her eyes. Instead she blindly searched while Bakugou was none the wiser hiding focus on the kid show. Until he felt something or someone bite his nipple a scream left his lips.

Looking down he noticed the closed eyed little looking up at him with wide eyes. Both of them stared at each other before the rush of footsteps was heard. Midoriya followed by Kirishima rushed into the room, “what happened? Is everything okay? Are we under attack-”

“Shutup Deku, she bit me..accidentally I think she thought I was her paci,” he explained rubbing his nipple.

Kirishima seemed to piece two and two together before howling with laughter. His hand on his stomach as he bent over to grab the couch.

“That’s it laugh it up, I bet my pain is amusing,” he said in a calm tone. Though on the inside he was seething knowing if she wasn’t in his lap he would have said a few things.

Midoriya on the other hand focused on her as he grabbed her fallen pacifier. “Aww she didn’t mean to…did you?”

“Thought it was my pwaci,” she explains taking it from his hand to put it back in her mouth. “Sowwy.”

Midoriya chuckled at her words as Bakugou shook his head, “don’t be sorry it’s okay. I’m fine though Eijirou..I’m not to sure about..”

“What’s that supposed to mean Katsuki?”

“Wait until naptime to find out..”

“You know I wasn’t laughing at you right? Right? Katsuki? I know you hear me!”

[powderblueblood]

From your prompt list, for Eddie Munson, If it strikes anything in ya. 🖤🖤

" A woman falls in love with you and you think that's a curse?"

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS! tripped and fell into hai verse sowwy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eddie reacts in a way you think should be memorialized in history books, a full pantomime of his flailing hands, his rings catching the low light of the bar, his grimacing face with his tongue sticking out.

"blegh!" and, a lightning quick recovery to point at you directly in your face, "exactly. cursed."

you swirl your straw in your cranberry and whiskey which doesn't taste very much like either. you're helping drunk sam to prop up the bar at the hideout before the new year's rush starts; eddie had begged you to come keep him company, come keep him anchored because apparently shit gets weird here when the veil between this year and the next thins.

"you'll be a terrific anchor. all you have to do is sit there with that sour look on your face--exactly! that one!--and remind me that i'm not having a good time, no matter how many decrepit drunks tell me i am."

anyway, this is confusing. you knit your brow. "but why?"

"expectations!" eddie barks, fwipping a bar towel from his shoulder and grabbing a glass out of the drip tray to dry. "someone falls in love with me, right, and then i've got to like... keep them entertained. keep finding reasons to--..."

he trails off, mouth screwing up a little bit. hold on. hold on. there's something there. you try and reach for the thread before he tugs it out of your grasp. unraveling eddie munson's become an unlikely hobby as of late. he's like a ball of yarn someone let get tangled in a dump, so you keep finding all sorts of weird rocks and sticks and trash and ephemera every time you ask him a real question.

"hold on. what do you mean?"

"what do i mean what?"

"keep them entertained."

he sighs. really stepped in it now, because you're not a just drop it kinda girl, just like he's not a just drop it kinda guy. you two haven't read into that. might be worth cracking out the reading glasses, i don't know.

"i don't know!" eddie shrugs, "i'm-- you get someone to love you, and then you want them to keep doing it, right, so you need to like... it's a lot of pressure!"

"no. shut up," you wave your hand in his direction, "are you seriously trying to say that you think falling in love is a curse because you think you've got to perform a certain way to keep people interested? like no one--" you snort a little, tone going to the mocking zone, "--could ever love you for you?"

he puts his hands on his hips, partaking in your laughter a little too. but it's strained. "i don't need to take this from someone who hid a brain the size of a planetary moon behind a can of aquanet for the better part of her high school career so some haircuts would give her the eye, okay? you know aaaaall about performing."

eddie knows he has you nailed so you throw your straw at him. fucker.

"those come out of my paycheck, jackass."

"sorry for bankrupting you," you say, not done. "but eddie. c'mon."

"i'll come on anything you want me to."

"seriously."

"seriously, i will."

"no-- like, you can't possibly expect me to believe you think you're unlovable." you press your forearms into the bartop (ew, sticky) like level with me here.

eddie flings his bar towel around his neck, tugging at either end hard. "i'unno."

"unlikable, sure, you're the most irritating person i've ever met but--"

"--but i don't have the best track record for getting people to stick around." he lifts his shoulders, like it's nothing, like whatever. he's even smiling. pleading, in a way. drop it, for once.

no. anger bursts under your sternum like a tiny firework.

"so?"

eddie double takes, something like fear or frustration flashing in his dark eyes. they're only made darker by the shitty backlight of the bar. makes him look older, which makes you feel weirder. "so?"

"so none of that was on you." you say. like it's nothing. sipping your drink. "none of that was your fault."

eddie's eyes drop from yours. he stares at the sticky bartop.

"and you're never pretending. at least, i've never seen you pretend."

there is no act of anti-god, no dastardly intervention that will let you stop yourself from speaking. this is what you get for sitting around the hideout at six in the evening on new year's eve.

"you've always been horribly yourself to me and i still... can't stand you." a beat. because you're waiting for eddie to look back up under the glower of his brow. his mouth is kind of a snarl, kind of a smile. "so don't treat it like a curse when it isn't, asshole. don't jump ahead in the story."

don't jump ahead. he says it all the time, talking about dnd, talking about some dumb anecdote, talking about music. don't jump ahead in the story.

he looks at you like, you remembered, and pulls a bottle of no-name brand tequila and two shot glasses from behind him.

you shrug at him like, you're around, and have to get up and do a walking lap of the bar after that shot. disgusting!

[imdoingaokay]

R!Companions If The Inquisitor Dies

(A/N) I like angst. Sowwy.

I’m a Cullen girlie so I started thinking of what he would be like if his Inky died and… I made this.

Also, I want to say that, without The Inquisitor, I genuinely don’t think The Inquisition would last that long. And I don’t think it’s because The Inquisition would lack leadership or anything, I think it would lack the draw or the figurehead that would garner the support needed to maintain it. So it’s kind of implied that the Inquisition disbands. 

It is also implied that this all takes place a while after Corypheus is defeated… Except for Solas’ part (hehehehe)

TW: Death, descriptions of death, burning and burying (idk maybe you’re claustrophobic), and more sadness.

Major Spoilers

Sorry again, love you pookie bear

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Blackwall watches The Inquisitor fall, he tried to shield them, but it all happened too fast, far too fast for him to realize what was happening. He’s rushing over to his friend as fast as possible as if that’ll prevent them from dying, but once he sees how limp The Inquisitor is, even he knows that his friend is dead.

His only comfort is that their death was quick and hopefully, painless. He’ll throw himself into the drink for a little while. Just for the period of time right before and after The Inquisitor’s funeral. Afterward, he stays with The Inquisition for some time. He does what he can, making the adjustment.

He leaves much later, whether to the custody of the Grey Wardens or himself, but he never forgets his friend, never forgets what they did for him.

Romanced, he’s rushing over to his lover, scooping them up in his arms while he pulls them away. He begs them to open their eyes and pleads with the Maker to not take them away… not yet. But when the battle is over, and the rest of the party sees Rainer and The Inquisitor, it’s obvious that their friend and his lover his gone.

He drinks for a bit longer than he would if he was just a friend, and is less able to help around Skyhold. With what little he is doing, he feels like a coward, but he simply can’t will himself to get up and help. 

Eventually, he’ll leave like he would before, but as he watches them burn or bury his lover’s body, he realizes that a part of him will be locked away in his lover. He’ll still be him, but he’ll be unable to show the same love and devotion to anyone else.

Cassandra: Cassandra is immediately slicing the bastard who killed her friend, and with a quick swipe of her blade, the offender is gone. She still turns to her friend and attempts to wake them, but after feeling for their pulse, even she realizes that her friend is dead. She solemnly waits for the rest of the group to gather around and help her transport her friend's body back to Skyhold, as is most likely the one sending the letter to Leliana of the Inquisitor’s death. Initially, she thinks of taking the role of Inquisitor, only to immediately reject the idea. However, she continues to work tirelessly to help the rest of The Inquisition deal with the death of their leader, but it’s hard. She also tries to help the lover of The Inquisitor, but even though she tries, she can’t seem to find the right words to comfort them. She’s struggling too, The Inquisitor was her friend as well.

Romanced, she’s immediately dragging her lover away, crying out for them, but even she has to accept that she has lost another lover.

She does everything she would if the pair wasn’t together, but she officially swears off love. No one else can measure up to Regalyan or her Inquisitor. And with her focus now on the Seekers and The Inquisition, Cassandra finds herself unable to focus on things like love.

Cole: He knows immediately that The Inquisitor is gone. It doesn’t help, of course. All he does is shout for his friend, but once the battle dies down, Cole watches the rest of the group gather around the motionless Inquisitor. Cole whispers that their friend is dead, which potentially leads to some angry words being thrown at him, depending on who is present.

He stays around Skyhold, mostly helping those who grieve The Inquisitor. He spends most of his time with The Inquisitor’s love interest if they had one. He finds his efforts fruitful, as some of those he attempts to help accept it far easier than some. But the ones that don’t accept his help, Cole knows they need it the most. So he sends others to help instead, people willing to talk to them, and comfort them. Part of him feels The Inquisitor’s spirit from far away, and he hopes they aren’t too upset with his antics.

He’s just trying to help, after all. Kind of like The Inquisitor.

Cullen Rutherford: He hears about it right after Leliana, a letter attached to a bird flies through the hole in his roof and down the ladder right to his desk. He absentmindedly opens the letter, where he reads frantic, scrawled words that culminate in some of the most dreadful words he’d ever read.

“The Inquisitor is dead.”

He rushes over to Leliana, who is already speaking to Josephine, and all three retreat to the War Room where they begin to discuss what the next steps are. Cullen does his best to put on a brave face, he does what he can to provide some sense of stability, but he’d be a liar if he wasn’t struggling himself. The Inquisitor seemed so… invincible, so strong, how were they able to survive so much and then just… die? It didn’t make any sense.

The most Cullen is able to do is send a prayer to Andraste, asking her to give The Inquisitor a safe journey to The Golden City, they deserved that much.

Eventually, Cullen will head home, to his siblings in South Reach, where they will accept him with open arms. Cullen continues to live on, spending time with his family, teaching his nephew chess, and sending letters to his friends in The Inquisition. He sets up a clinic for former templars and even gets a Mabari down the line.

But most importantly, he keeps on living.

Romanced, he was just thinking about them. He was sitting at his desk, musing over some paperwork while his mind drifted to a few days ago. He was laying in bed with his lover, while they clung to his chest, asking for reasons not to leave on this trip. He had laughed, petting their hair gently as he said “You have to go, my love.”

He watched them sigh and get up, their hand still lingering on his arm, “I love you” they had whispered. 

“I love you t-”

“Cullen.” He heard, Leliana standing in front of his desk. He smiled for a moment, about to greet her, but her furrowed eyebrows and deepened frown told her there was nothing to smile about. Her next words were careful and gentle, but still, they got their point across. “I’m afraid that The Inquisitor perished in the ensuing battle.” She said, watching Cullen’s face morph into something unexplainable. He furrowed his own brown and opened his mouth as if he was about to ask what kind of joke this was, but as he saw the painfully sympathetic look on Leliana’s face, he knew.

He moved so suddenly his chair fell backward, he could barely look at the desk where he and his lover had-

“We need to discuss… the next steps…” Cullen shook his head, his breathing becoming rapid, all he could hear was his own heartbeat, that and the singing of…

“Perhaps we should-” Leliana began, only to watch Cullen pass by her. But with every step he took, he felt his legs slowly become heavier and heavier until he all but collapsed on the bridge that connected the battlements to the rotunda. Leliana quickly followed after him, attempting to comfort him. His head hurts, and he can’t seem to stop hearing the agonizing sound of the lyrium, calling out to him.

Somehow he gets into his bed, unable to work for the rest of the day. When his lover’s body comes back from wherever they were sent, he’s in a bit of a better place. Maker, it crushes him if he sees that they were still holding onto his coin. He prays that they won’t go too far, that they’ll wait for him on the other side, and that somehow, they’ll be there when he dies. He begs them not to go too far, that he’ll be with them soon, that he loves them, and he’ll never forget them. 

It takes more time, but eventually, he finds himself back in South Reach, where he opens a clinic for templars and lives his life. But even then, he waits for the day when he dies, the day he can finally see his lover again.

Until then, he’ll keep living.

Dorian Pavus: Shoots the bastard as soon as he sees his friend fall. Dorian surrounds The Inquisitor with a shield and tries to feel for a pulse. But their body is still and limp, Dorian knows what has happened. 

He attends the funeral, out of respect, and out of a sense of loyalty. But he can’t bear to watch the body be buried or burned, Maker he can’t watch. He’ll leave, deciding to focus his energy on Tevinter rather than The Inquisition, which is something he planned, but he had wished he would have more time before he had to return. He misses his friend every day and hopes that whatever afterlife they’re in, if they are in one, hopefully, they’ll save him a seat and a glass of wine for when he eventually kicks the bucket.

Romanced, he cries out, rushing over to his lover. He’s in denial as he tries to heal his Amatus, begging them to open their eyes. He pleads with the Maker, begging them to take him instead. He gets angry right after, angrily shouting at them “Why didn’t you get away? Why didn’t you run to me?” He has to be pulled off, has to be taken away from his lover’s body, as he begins to sob into his lover’s armor. It’s painful to watch, but nothing more painful than what Dorian feels.

As his lover’s funeral draw near, he throws himself into wine. And intends to drink himself to death, but then he gets sent a letter from another Magister, Maevaris.

He tells himself that he’ll keep living, at least, for The Inquisitor’s sake. But he’ll never love again, because he’s too busy, and because no other man will ever be the same as his Inquisitor.

Iron Bull: He shouts for his friend immediately, destroying the poor sod who killed The Inquisitor before they can desecrate the body further. Bull has seen many, many dead bodies, but he never imagined one day seeing The Inquisitor. Of course, he’s imagined the necessary steps of subduing The Inquisitor if they ever tried to betray him out of nowhere, but he would never imagine them like this.

He attends the funeral of The Inquisitor and tries to figure out what the next step is for him, for The Chargers. 

He’ll leave eventually, as his place was by The Inquisitor, but with them gone, there’s no need for him or his crew. He goes out drinking with The Chargers before they leave Skyhold, and he invites the rest of the inner circle, encouraging them to tell stories of The Inquisitor’s antics. It turns into a more pleasant night than anyone expected. When he leaves, he hopes that he left the rest of his friends with more positive memories than sad ones.

Romanced, all he can get out is a weak “kadan?”

He doesn’t cry, not yet, not here. He waits until he’s back in Skyhold, where he sits in the tavern, unable to stop thinking about the way his lover fell, the way their hair looked, their mouth, their eyes… Maker, their eyes. All of a sudden, he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up, seeing Krem. It’s a simple “You okay, boss?” But that’s all it takes for Bull to let lose a torrent of tears. He clings so tightly to the dragon tooth necklace his lover gave him that he thinks he might break it. Krem and the rest of The Chargers comfort their leader the best they can, but everyone realizes that there isn’t much that can be done, as the love Bull held for his Inquisitor was far deeper than he ever described up until that moment. But The Chargers will be there for him. It’s Krem that makes the comment that The Inquisitor isn’t really gone, as the dragon tooth still is with Bull, 

“Which means something, doesn’t it Boss?”

Bull can’t help but agree, Krem’s right. The Inquisitor hasn’t left him, and he hasn’t left them either. Even when he leaves Skyhold with the rest of The Chargers, he hasn’t left them. They’re always together.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine has the heavy task of informing the general public and the nobles of the Inquisitor’s death. Her friend’s death hurt, but she was relieved that her amount of work seemed to distract her from the heavy amount of pain she felt. She’ll leave eventually, but not without saying goodbye to her friend during their funeral. She ends up back in Antiva, working to see that her family’s business is upheld, especially after all the work her friend had put into helping her restore her family’s fortune. Platonically, she takes The Inquisitor’s death the best out of everyone but it also helps that she wasn’t present for her friend's death in the first place.

Romanced, she was not expecting it. She was minding her own business, scribbling down a letter for some high-ranking noble in Ferelden. Then all of a sudden, Leliana walks in, solemn and quiet. Leliana allows Josephine to send her a letter before Leliana asks Josephine to take a walk with her. After all, Leliana thinks her friend deserves some privacy before she hears the news. So Leliana ushers an oblivious Josephine into the War Room, where Cullen was already waiting.

Everyone could hear Josephine’s anguished cries from any corner of Skyhold. Josephine clings to Leliana, unable to support her weight as her mind tries to picture her lover in various different positions. Her mind immediately goes to what she will say to the nobility, to the chantry, but Leliana hushes her diplomat, claiming that she’ll take care of it. Josephine doesn’t want her to, but she can’t seem to get out any words in between her sobs.

She moves back to Antiva fairly soon, once all is taken care of. She begins to focus more so on her family and their trading business, potentially using this as an excuse to avoid any marriage proposals given by other nobles.

Leliana: Aside from those in the direct party, Leliana is the first to find out. She’s the one to tell Josephine, Cullen, and the many soldiers and spies under her. She prefers to be the person who tells The Inquisitor’s lover if they don’t already know, and she watches them crumble or slowly slink away, unable to truly cope with the news.

She spends time praying, asking why The Maker would take someone like The Inquisitor away when the world still needed them. 

If Hardened, she realizes she will get no answer, and furiously draws away from The Maker, deciding to spend less time praying and more time doing, as The Maker has yet to hear her pleas so far. 

Softened, she’s more kind to herself, she believes that The Maker must’ve taken The Inquisitor back because it was just their time, that it had to be, some good reason… that’s why Leliana has lost someone yet again… That has to be it.

Sera: Watching Inky crumple has her tearing her attention away from whatever they’re fighting. She calls out for help, and attempts to wake her friend, but to no avail. As the battle dies down, she watches as the rest of her friends gather around her. Sera’s confused, after all, The Inquisitor isn’t supposed to die. Not yet. They’ve survived so much! Haven, nobles, that dragon… how… how do they just… die?

She cries at camp, after hiding from everyone else. She feels ashamed of her tears, it takes the sight of someone like Blackwall or Varric to cry for her to feel less bad about her tears. And even then, she still hides them away.

She doesn’t stay in Skyhold for long, unable to attend her friend’s funeral. She believes it’s stupid to hold a funeral for someone when there’s work to be done, so she leaves. She gets back to work as a Red Jenny and never looks back.

Romanced, she cries out. She shakes them, kisses their face, anything to get them to wake. For one moment, she wishes she had magic to heal the wounds her lover had. It’ll take at least two people to drag her away from her Inky, and even then, she’s kicking and screaming. She’s reminded of her dreams where she watches her lover die, she’s reminded of her Inky kissing her cheek and saying in such a stupid voice “I’m not going anywhere”

That stupid liar! That stupid, perfect liar! Why would they lie to her? Why would they say they would never leave when there they were, gone?

She stays for the funeral before leaving, she thinks her lover deserves that much. But even then, she’s only there to say goodbye, which she doesn’t even say. It’s more of a “see you soon” if anything. She carries the memory of her lover with her, which is good enough for her.

Solas: Solas watches his friend stumble, Corypheus was recently killed, the orb destroyed, and his friend… who weakly falls to the ground. He’s torn between leaving and staying. On one hand, if he leaves, he’ll avoid the tormented look of agony The Inquisitor’s friends and lovers will hold. But they might also think that he was the one who killed them. But Solas can’t bring himself to leave, so he goes to his friend’s side. They’re gone by the time he catches them, and Solas quietly wishes that The Inquisitor didn’t have to die. He watches his friend’s inner circle climb the stairs and listens to the heartbreak that follows. While his friend’s body is carried away, Solas slips away and disappears, in hopes nobody will care or notice he’s gone. He continues his quest to tear down the veil, and with seemingly nobody to stop him, he seems to be well on his way.

Romanced, he rushes immediately to his lover’s side, but the moment he reaches them, his Inquisitor is gone. It isn’t relieving, watching his ex-lover die, the one person he expected to keep him tethered to the idea that this world may still deserve a chance. He leaves once the body is carried away, and continues his journey, but he is so much sadder. Because, at least if his vhenan was still alive, he could see them in his dreams. Now, all that he sees is their body, as if the spirits of the fade are taunting him with his failures. He hopes, in a way, that he’ll come across his lover’s spirit somewhere, so he can apologize, so can confess everything. But with the vastness of the fade, with the low probability of it all, Solas comes to the conclusion that perhaps he doesn’t deserve such closure, he just wished he could give that to his vhenan instead.

Varric Tethras: He doesn’t realize they're dead at first, focusing more on the hordes of enemies he’s dealing with. He shouts out that The Inquisitor is down, but that’s about it. Eventually, when the last of their enemies are taken down, Varric gets a chance to realize what the fuss is all about. When he hears the suffering cries of friends or potentially a lover, Varric realizes what happened. He hangs his head and lets out a quiet “shit” before turning away, unable to look. 

He sticks around Skyhold, helping the Inquisition the best he can before he sees he’s overstayed his welcome, which is when he returns to Kirkwall. Every once in a while, he gets reminded of The Inquisitor’s death, and how… maybe if he had noticed faster, they would still be around.

Romanced, he notices much faster. Previously, he had made a joke that he was actually unable to take his eyes off of his lover, so watching them crumple in the middle of the battle really caught his attention. After a few bolts from Bianca, he rushes over to attempt to revive his lover. Once it registers that his invincible Inquisitor is dead, he’s struck with a terrible feeling of helplessness. He holds them tightly and gives a quick prayer to Andraste or the Creators, someone who could potentially save them. But as his friends gather around him, even Varric has to come to grips with reality.

He’s more introspective in the coming days, staying close to his lover’s body as if he’s waiting for them to spring up and claim some elaborate prank. But as their body burns or is covered by layers of dirt, he accepts that it’s over.

He’ll never really get over the person that helped him move on from Bianca, the person that made him feel like he was the best version of himself. And he’s okay with that. So he just does what’s needed. As with the friendship route, he’ll stick around for a little while, and then return to Kirkwall. But every day that passes, until death finally takes him, he’ll wish for the comfort of his lover, his Inquisitor, once more.

Vivienne: She watches The Inquisitor fall, and quickly rushes over to them. A ward here, a healing spell there, she attempts to revive her colleague, but when she checks for a pulse and feels nothing, she sees that her efforts were for nothing. 

Vivienne is a great help to Skyhold and whoever The Inquisitor’s lover is, even Sera finds Vivienne around to kindly help her through her grief. Vivienne also helps The Inquisition during its more vulnerable stage of healing after The Inquisitor’s death. Once she believed her work was done, she’d eventually return to the fancy courts of Orlais, but not without being prepared to defend the late Inquisitor if anyone dare disgrace their name.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - TWENTY TWO

Chapter Warnings: discussion of child abuse and domestic violence, discussion of the possibility of miscarriage, allusions to homophobia

A/N: I’m nearing graduation so I’m in the final rush to get work done so updates will be going sloooooow for a bit. sowwy. love u.

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There is a reason why Jacob “Hangman” Seresin is such a dick.

He was seven years old the first time he saw his mom cover a black eye with concealer and a smile. Ten when he pushed himself in between Jennifer and Daniel Seresin and took a well-aimed smack to the face. Thirteen when Daniel stopped making his wife his main punching bag and started turning on Jake.

He was fifteen when he realized that he wanted to kiss Tony Garcia as much as he wanted to kiss Lisa Kelley. The words of his father haunted him at night. Things like how he didn’t raise no fucking fairy. How Jake was too much of a fucking sissy. How he needed to man up and take each hit like a champ.

Jennifer knew something was different about her son. She saw the way he gazed at the front cover of Tiger Beat magazine no matter who was on it. Daniel would beat her black and blue if he saw her giving his son that “sissy shit” but she would pay in cash and slip it under Jake’s pillow to find when he came home from football and baseball practice.

Jake grew thick skin in that house. He had to in order to survive. He loved his mom dearly and he wanted to keep her and his little sister as safe as they could. He was sixteen when he threw a punch back at Daniel and knocked him out cold. Jake was six feet tall and pure muscle thanks to being a double sport athlete. Daniel was on the fast track to alcohol induced cirrhosis.

He knocked his father out and then told his sister and mother to pack their bags. They would get out that night.

That same rough attitude got him through the last few years of high school. He had to protect his sister at her new school, his mom from the specter of his father, and himself from the world. By the time he entered the Naval Academy, DADT was well in effect. Being bisexual meant he could still flirt with women and kiss a few of his other female classmates, but there was still this gut-punch feeling he had every time he felt a flush rise to his cheeks when he saw some guy throwing a frisbee out on the quad.

And then he graduated and entered flight school and met Bradley Bradshaw and for fucks sake, they shared a bunkroom. What was he supposed to do? Bradley was charming and funny and his patience drove Jake insane. He thought that there were moments Bradley saw past that veneer of arrogance he held in front of him as a shield.

Jake always had to be the best. If he was the best athlete on the field, then his dad would be proud. If he was the smartest kid in class, his mom would be proud. He had to be the best in order to get the attention of Naval football recruiters. Five years of service in return for free tuition, a load off of his mom’s shoulders. He had to be the best to be a fighter pilot, a job that would take him away from his mom and sister, but wouldn’t put him in a submarine with no way to contact him for a year.

Letting people in was a risk, he learned, and one he tried to avoid at all cost. Letting people in gave them a chance to see the ugly, jagged, imperfect parts of him that he was terrified to let people see. So he pushed people away with his cocky attitude and jabbed words.

Bradley Bradshaw didn’t care because Jake wasn’t speaking when they were making out in their empty bunkroom.

But then the Navy split them up to deployments across the world. They attended Top Gun at various times, occasionally seeing the other at a base for a few days before they were sent off again, but Bradley had grown more serious and less impressed with Jake’s attitude. He knew it was inevitable. He pushed people away so he really couldn’t act surprised when they left.

He was stationed at Lemoore with Phoenix and then down to Miramar to help train some new pilots when the news of the special detachment came. By then, he was quickly sinking into the bright smile of the bartender of the Hard Deck.

And here he was sitting on his couch with Bradley Bradshaw’s head resting in his lap. His fingers ran through the brunet’s curls and he scratched his nails over Bradley’s scalp a few times, eliciting a satisfied hum from the man who was drifting between the veil between sleep and awake. How the fuck had he ended up here?

“Hey,” you said as you emerged from the bedroom. You were tucking one of your black Hard Deck t-shirts into a pair of jean shorts when you looked up and saw Bradley half-asleep on Jake’s lap.

“Oh sorry.” You lowered your voice and winced but Bradley waved you off.

“I wasn’t sleepin’,” he grumbled.

“Okay, that’s a bold faced lie but whatever you say, bear.” You came around the side of the couch and leaned down to run your hand over Bradley’s hair before straightening up and laying a kiss on Jake's cheek.

“I have to leave to help get the bar ready before we open. Penny took Amelia out on a boating trip to north Cali so I’m opening and closing tonight. I figured you two will want to get shitfaced tonight so I can drive you home and we’ll go get your cars tomorrow morning. Sounds good?”

The two men sent you a thumbs up and you grinned. “Okay, perfect. Item two on my list…”

Bradley sat up with a groan, his ribs protesting the move, and Jake slid his hand down to support his back until they were both sitting up and staring at you.

“There’s a chance.” You worried at your bottom lip and sighed. “There’s a chance I could miscarry. The risk dramatically drops after eight weeks and is extremely rare after twelve weeks, but there’s always a possibility.”

Your hands dropped to your stomach where that near invisible bump rested. “Would you be alright if we waited before telling people? I already told Penny, but that’s because I was freaking out and needed someone to screw my head on straight.”

“I told Mav too,” Bradley added. “But I’m okay with not telling anyone else until you think it’s good.”

Jake cleared his throat. “I’d like to tell my mom. I was hoping to have her and Liz come down to visit soon, maybe this month. Would that be okay?”

A smile grew on your face and you reached out to cup his face. “Of course. It would be really nice to meet your mom. I’m sure she’s got a bunch of embarrassing baby photos of you.”

He rolled his eyes but settled a kiss against your wrist as your grin brightened. You leaned down to drop a kiss to each man’s head and then hurried over to the front door to put on your shoes and grab your purse.

“Okay, I’ll see you both tonight. Be good while I’m gone. Jake…” Your gaze flickered between the two men. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do, but I think you should tell him about your dad.”

His heart sank into his stomach at the confused glance on Bradley’s face, but he knew she was right. If they wanted this to work, Jake would have to be honest about the fact that he didn’t know how to be a good father thanks to Daniel Seresin being a raging piece of shit.

As soon as the door shut behind you and the sound of your car drove off, Jake leaned back against the couch and sighed. Bradley kept those warm brown eyes fixed firmly on him and then Rooster surprised him by reaching out and carding his fingers through the soft strands at the base of his neck.

Jake let out a shaky breath and began to tell him.

A few hours later, Jake joined the rest of the Daggers at the Hard Deck. He sat across from Bradley, their feet hooked together and their heads occasionally turning in the direction of the bar where you were focused on making drinks. The team were all intent on getting sloppy, piss-faced, “holy shit we lived” drunk tonight. Warmth suffused his veins, both from the bourbon and from the laughter of the team as they all swapped stories from their earlier days in the Navy.

“What’s everyone doing for their leave?” Halo asked once the conversation started to die down.

Varying responses came, mostly people saying they were going home to see family. Others were staying in California, like Phoenix who would be going back to Lemoore with Sofia, and Bob, who had been practically adopted by the two women and would be joining them for the first half of leave before he went to see his family.

“I’m going to be here for a bit,” Bradley answered. “Enjoy the sun. Weather’s nicer here than in Virginia.”

The others were too drunk already to recognize the heavy gaze Bradley laid upon the man seated before him. Jake grinned into his beer just as you appeared at their table with a tray of shots.

“On the house,” you announced as you laid it down in front of the aviators. “You better have a designated driver planned out or I will be sticking your ass into an Uber and praying you get home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bob replied meekly. You grinned to show him you weren’t all that serious and nudged your knee against the interlocked ankles under the table.

Jacob “Hangman” Seresin never expected that he would have the chance to feel like this. He was thirty-three when he let two people into his life and found that flying wasn’t the only adrenaline rush.

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[twst-aceofhearts]

Sleeping Beauty

a/n: took me forever to think of another character to write that wasn't in the dorms i've already wrote characters and the ending is kinda rushed im sowwy

pairings: Silver x gn!Yuu ft. Lilia Vanrouge

words: 819

taglist: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe

What seemed to be a small alchemy accident turned into Silver being put into a deep slumber. Professor Crewel tries his best to search for a cure, but to no avail.

“Maybe true love’s kiss is the answer. Kufufu~” Lilia suggested, looking at Yuu with a smug smile on his face.

So here Yuu was, by force, looking as Silver sleeping away peacefully in the infirmary. They might as well get it over with…

“...Am I really gonna do this…?” Yuu sighed, running a hand through their hair. They’ve always wanted to kiss their crush, but not like this.

Silver’s chest slowly rises up and down, seemingly calm and relaxed. Lilia chuckles to himself as Yuu stood by Silver’s side, a nervous sweat dripping down the side of their face.

“...If I do it can’t you at least like…turn around?” Yuu murmured shyly, looking back up at Lilia.

Lilia simply grinned at Yuu’s response and did just that. Turning around and waiting for their next move, seemingly excited to see how this would play out. “Just get it over with, deary.~”

Yuu swallowed hard, looking back down at Silver’s lips face. They hesitated, suddenly feeling their face getting extremely hot.

Silver continued to rest peacefully, oblivious to what was going to happen. His lips were slightly parted, making it easy for Yuu to do their thing. 

“...Hah…I can’t do this…” Yuu let out a small whine after losing to their inner turmoil, burying their face into their hands and plopping into a chair beside Silver’s bed.

Lilia couldn’t help but chuckle at Yuu’s shyness, finding it amusing. He looks over his shoulder and sees Yuu burying their face into their hands.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy about kissing him?” Lilia smirked as he watched Yuu.

“Of course I am! This– I– ugh…this is too much.. Is this really the only solution…?”

Lilia lets out a sigh, shaking his head. He finds Yuu’s dilemma to be incredibly adorable, however, he was starting to grow impatient. He glances back over his shoulder once more, looking at their pouting face.

“Well, would you rather have him be in slumber forever?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at them.

“...No…”  Yuu sighed stressed out of their mind.

Lilia grinned to himself, pleased with Yuu’s answer.

“Then what’s the problem? I thought you liked him?” He playfully teased, having found out about their crush on Silver.

“Th– I– hey!…this is different-!” Yuu protested, turning red.

Lilia laughs quietly to himself, knowing he hit the mark on their little crush on the Diasomnia student. It was obvious, after all, how much time they spent with Silver.

“Go on. You’re wasting time,” Lilia says with a smirk.

Yuu clenched their jaw, before gesturing for him to turn back around once more, standing up off the chair.

Lilia happily obliged, turning around once more and waiting expeectantly. He couldn’t wait to see how this would play out. After all he loved a good love story.

Yuu gulped, their stomach doing flips. They let out a shaky breath, leaning down to the sleeping figure, gently pressing their lips against Silver’s. It was nerve-wracking.

The second their lips touched Silver’s his eyes slowly began to flutter open, which initially made Yuu pull away faster than the speed of light. He slowly sat up, looking a little bit hazy himself. He looked confused as he looked around, trying to process what was going on.

“Huh? W-what in the…” Silver stammered his voice a bit raspy as he looked over at Yuu. The realization hit him hard, his eyes widening and a heavy blush spreading over his cheeks.

Yuu turned on their heel, becoming red once more, dashing out of the infirmary from pure embarrassment. 

“Ah! Wait, Yuu-!” Silver called out, but they were already long gone. He looked over at Lilia, who was just chuckling at the scene.

“What’s…going on? What happened?” Silver asked Lilia, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. Silver tried to put the pieces together, unable to put the pieces together since his mind still a bit hazy.

“My my,” Lilia began, “You were put into a deep sleep by an alchemy incident. Nobody knew how to wake you up, but then I suggested the idea of a true love’s kiss. I never expected it to work, to be honest, seeing as you’re awake no,” Lilia says, crossing his arms.

Silver’s face turned light pink, processing the latter’s explanation. He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, his heart fluttering as he remembered the brief feeling of Yuu’s soft lips on his. “I-I…see…” He stammered, avoiding Lilia’s gaze.

Lilia couldn’t help but chuckle, finding Silver’s reaction quite adorable. He shook his head, patting Silver on the shoulder. “You’re such an open book, you know that?” Lilia smirked, teasing the second year.

Meanwhile in the third year’s mind, Lilia was already planning the wedding.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie⁓

This week i've doubled the usual post, just 'cause i feel the urge to catch up with the chapters on AO3.

I've liked writing this part, jumping between feelings, digging a little into this kink i find interesting. I would like to explore it just a little futher, but i need to...contextualize it (at least from Ghost's point of view. I don't think he's a "kink" kinda guy. I'll convince him somehow).

I can see how my english writing style is still a bit rough compared to how i write in italian (wow, i'm goddamn Captain Obvious). I would like to improve, to let it be more fluent, more descriptive, more...melodious? Does it make sense?

So I'll keep on.

Like, forever. I hope.

It's a curse. I'm cursing all of you to read my work for the eternity.

Sowwy

DISCLAIMER (Does someone read them?): how Dom/Sub relationship work (not an expert, but a fan); unrealistic military life (i don't know what i'm doing, but i'm doing it); bad jokes; yelling (again); leather collar (fastest apparition ever); unsubordination, but make it somehow tolerable; Soap and Gaz doing a great job being normal in this chaos; now you've got a roommate; Ghost tries to be nice (we've got you gorgeous, we know you're doing your best).

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Fifth part here:

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The morning after, Soap runs at you with breakfast already made (he learned how to make your chocolate oatmeal) and an official communication with your name on it.

«…what in the actual-?»

«No comment» the Sergeant swallows chocolate and coffee together, thrilled and suspicious at the same time while you're going to faint in front of what seems to be a threat of imminent death.

You turn and fold the communication letter in every angle, almost expecting to find a tiny "that was a joke, lol" written somewhere. But you don't.

«Waitwaitwait»

Gaz spawns behind you, sipping his morning tea; he looks at the sheet with a critical sight. «You must have fucked up so bad this time, little one»

«I've done nothing wrong!» you burst, watering the table with the hair you thought you would have time to dry.

«But here we are:» Soap points at the sheet as if he's Sherlock Holmes in front of evidence «You've been  officially included in the special operation team's selection…will take place under the supervision… blah blah blah… of Task Force 141 . It's written right here» he signs at the exact line. 

«No»

You waste no time denying the obviousness. The communication is sent away from you on the table.

«No» you repeat, convincing yourself. «I can't. I'm just…i can't»

«'S not a matter of will. Ye've been called, laddie» 

«Cooper and Allan will be there too…» Gaz reads on the list: five names are written, five promising soldiers who are gonna be tested on the field, and maybe will end up being a new special task force. Five reliable people.

You don't understand why the hell someone put you in there.

You fit a big spoonful of oatmeal in your mouth, chewing hopelessly. 

«Why? I don't want to, I'm good being a rookie, I'm too green for this…»

«Maybe» Soap gives you his most sarcastic smile «'S 'cause  someone threw herself in that risky mission in the middle of weapons traffic…if ye know what i mean»

You sigh. Your wet hair dances on the table as you almost slam your forehead next to the oatmeal mug, hoping to accidentally give your stupid brain some damage.

«Is like someone's trying badly to keep an eye on you»

Gaz's speech awakens you. 

«…whaddya mean?»

«Special training's normal shit that happens from time to time. But this wasn't expected, we'd been told 'bout it this morning, just like you. I bet he rushed up everything, and put your name on it»

« He who??» your hand grip the table. «Gaz don't be an ass, just spit the name out!»

«You know who I'm talking 'bout». And he smiles: he smiles like a dick since he knows well you're not gonna like the news, but he just enjoys your red face so much that he tastes every second before spelling with heart-shaped lips:

«Ghost»

You're screaming internally till the morning.

And he,  he , is standing there, in front of you,  he  who's just managed to turn your quiet soldier's life into a little training nightmare.

You want to slap your own face so badly for having thought about doing the heroine for one goddamn mission.  One . You didn't even think it was so hard as a mission, you've done it by guts, and now you're stuck in that training, and you know it's because of  him .

'Cause Gaz told you, after half an hour of interrogation, that  he  is, in fact, one of whom decides which recruit submits for the training.

You're dying, sitting next to a guy you've barely talked to since you're at the base, and who's looking at you…oddly.

Like he's studying you. Like he's waiting for you to…confess something.

With just a slap of his hands, Ghost manages to have everyone's full attention, and the meeting starts.

It goes on for a whole hour and a half: one hour and a half of specific technical terms, workout powerpoints, tactical expectations and probable missions to be done (if the recruit's team will show itself reliable). 

Your brain's 68% melted, 30% asleep and 2% trying to concentrate an hate-beam on the Lt. thick ass.

«Hey, uhm…»

You're about to run away from the meeting room as soon as possible when your brand new desk-mate approaches you with a grin you don't really appreciate. He seems almost amused for whatever reasons, but you don't have time to waste and just glare at him with the most annoyed: «Aha?» a human has ever said.

«He made you a big surprise, didn't he?»

You frown. 

«Who?»

«Lt. I heard a fight in his office recently…it was you, right? You two don't really get along well, are you?»

And that's the exact moment you become suspicious. Your eyes sharpen under the pressure of the distinct feeling he's going to get at a point you don't want to go with him to. 

«Eavesdrop is not polite» you mutter, containing your will to punch him in that stupid grin he's stretching his mouth with.

«I was passing by…ya know-»

«No. I don't»

You move beyond him, focusing on the door. It's already been a terrible day, and all you want is your bed. Not even the dinner, not even Bernadette's joke about her sister's future husband. A  bed .

And it leaves you quite nervous seeing your roommate standing in front of your door as you approach the way to your personal, hoped-for night heaven.

Bernie and her glorious gel-greased red ponytail are waiting for you, tapping her toes on the ground. Female's base section is tiny, and you're glad some God has found you a room with a normal human being with a goddamn deep sleep schedule.

«Oi» you wave at her. She doesn't seem amused. «Don't tell me there's something wrong with the bed sheets again, please»

«Bed sheets are good enough» she murmurs, patting you on the head (she's a tall girl). «Is something…different»

«Whaddya mean?»

She escorts you into the room, closing the door behind you as she's about to tell you some incredible secret about how the aliens are among us.

But she doesn't. She shows you something else.

And your blood freezes.

Next meeting is the morning after, just right before the first training session under Task Force 141 supervision.

There are twenty minutes left before the start, and you're already rushing through the base with your pocket stuffed with something metaphorically heavy. 

You slam the door open with enough force to dismantle the hinges, and your eyes search for one of the three men around the desk crowded with documents.

Johnny's about to wave at you, but his hands stop in the middle as he sees you walking like a rampage toward Ghost.

You aim at him with eyes so cold he could hibernate. 

«I want you to stop » you speak crystal clear under the rage and the exasperation « now, whatever game you're playin' with me»

Soap and Gaz are freezed at the other side of the table, considering themselves lucky to have a solid desk between them and your rusty, piercing voice. Ghost, though…

He falls of a tree.

He can't even manage to keep a stern voice as he says: «…what?» looking at you rummaging in your pocket just to throw something in his hands.

And he finds himself holding a goddamn leather collar, complete with metal chain.

In any other scenario of your life you'd rather jump from a window to check if it was possible to glide on the grass instead of putting together that show. But, oh well, you're neither a flying squirrel, nor a fortune-teller.

And there you are, stone solid against Ghost, who's lost the speaking skills and seems to be in the middle of a math problem resolution with his inner demon.

His eyelids glitch at you a couple of times, but you don't give him time to reply, not this time. 

«Do me a big favor -would ya?- and  go to hell . Thank you so much»

You don't even care if tomorrow someone will send you to fuck yourself away from the base, since you've yelled to a goddamn Lieutenant as if he is your cat-lady neighbor who complain about noises at four pm. 

This is the end of your patience, the end of you being nice, calm and collected; the end of you trying to not be so direct about what it's happening between the two of you.

'Cause it sounds so clear in your head that it was  him who left that stupid joke of a collar in front of your room, that you didn't even think about other possible suspects.

And so, the meeting starts with him being completely silent, sat and still as a statue, while Soap and Gaz don't even know what they're speaking about since they should have done just the training part of the day.

Ghost's looking at the recruits, so intensively, so vividly you can feel his eyes scanning all of you, and you don't give a damn about it.

He can just go where you've sent him, and rest in peace.

The walk toward your room is a forced march on disassembled legs. Task force did its best to organize a training to destroy every inch of flesh and bones, but it was so  good  to unload the stress with physical pain that you can't even complain.

You're about to go for the door knob, ready to disappear in bed, when a known voice reaches you with an embarrassed: 

«Hey»

You turn: and the goddamn eavesdropper from the training is behind you, and you're already preparing to yell the hell out of him but…he's evidently uncomfortable. He doesn't even look at you as he almost bows his head saying:

«…I-i came just to…apologize. I'm sorry for having bothered you. It was just a joke, i didn't mean…» He kinda starts to justify something, making a step forward that immediately dies. «Sorry, i…i-i just wanted to have some fun, it was a joke. Sorry» he ends up muttering, mumbling with eyes buried in the ground.

Your jaw drops. You're about to grab him by the neck and give his skim a peeling session on the wall, but you spit an hard and sharp:

«The collar. It was… you ?»

And he left you like this, with no more words, nearly running away from your sight, so embarrassed he could have dug by himself a hole to hide in the pavement.

Next day, he isn't even at the meeting with the Task force.

You can't deny you were about to skipp the daily training too. 

You feel slightly, almost imperceptibly, just a tiny bit  bad . But it's the "tiny bit" that makes you pretend to be part of the seat in the meeting room, just an innocent piece of plastic, so well hidden in the chair.

The specific, vivid memory of you rushing to your superior, slapping that damn collar in his hands as if the joke was his responsibility, is kinda cursing your mind in a black, noisy cloud of embarrassment. Oh, and that smart little brain of yours is also reminding you how proud you were to send him to hell.

You decide to become a turtle, digging the neck into the shirt collar.

FUCK , it's the only, big, huge sign you're throwing at yourself, so focused on melting on the chair that you don't even feel his presence next to you.

«'Ve told ya we've got a dignity in here»

You jump, raise your eyes and suddenly bury them again on the floor. Ghost is standing on your left, not even looking at you, and you silently thank him for his sensitivity (if that's even a matter of sensitivity). 

You're collecting some sensible excuses, trying to look like an adult, a responsible one, but he surprises you with a sudden:

«I'm sorry»

He's the second one in half a day who gives you an apology, but if the first one was unexpected, this is almost incomprehensible; and without getting aware, you're looking at him in surprise.

«Taking into consideration a shithead like that for a new task force project… I wasn't that forward-looking. Should have identified a scumbag from the start»   

He speaks so sternly but so…easily, as if he's telling you about how many peanuts he'd eaten at breakfast. Then he sighs, about to go away; and you don't know  how , but you find the boldness to shout out a rushed:

«I'm…I apologize. I  need to… I'm sorry» you murmur, feeling like a stupid child excusing a broken vase. 

«'S ok»

You can hear your heart skipping a couple beats. Your eyes widen as you sense the slightest amount of what you classify as  warmness in his words. 

It doesn't last that long, as he adds: «But we're not done with this»

«…no, I-I can understand sir-»

«We need to talk». The "need" part is silently underlined, but the "we" is just a replacement for a more impellent "I", since it is  him who's burning his neurons, crashing them together to let them cooperate like in the good old days, when he succeeded in avoiding unnecessary emotions from the sunrise to the dawn. And he really thought he would be able to spend his whole life with the "I care for you" part of his brain on strike, as he really used to.

You're ruining his plans. And he can't allow himself to grow softer.

That is what boils in his guts for the whole morning, making him so absent-minded he almost shot Gaz on the training field.

"War's not a place for sentimentalism. There's no place for enjoying love here, we can't get compromised"

He repeats it as a mantra, waiting for you in Price's spare office (since his has got the door to be repaired. It may be that he made a hole in it out of anger).

He doesn't even know  why they give him an office. He's not a bloody secretary.

«Sir?»

He jerks at the door, relaxing a bit when he sees it's just you: you, who're avoiding his direct sight; you who're still sweaty and panting from the training; you, with the t-shirt that exposes the bandage on your arm, reminding that stupid infiltration mission you shouldn't even get involved in the first place.

You, who call him  sir just when feeling uneasy. 

«Come in. Sit»

His voice does his best to modulate a softer tone, failing miserably, with the result of making him more nervous. He goes searching in a drawer, and when he hands you that damn collar, you sigh. 

«I-I don't think i want it back, sir»

«Cut out that "sir" thing. It doesn't suit you»

Your cheeks are on fire. You grab the leather things, holding it tight in your fists.

And you feel upset, really upset , as a crescendo of excitement grabs your nerves, making you feel oddly, suspiciously  good . 

He makes you come back to reality: «Seems like we have to speak more quietly»

You sigh. And he keeps on: «Eavesdropping's a dick move, especially if ya do it outside a superior's office. He's gonna clean the shit out of our toilets for the rest of his stay»

Said so, one topic of the day is considered closed. 

He takes a long breath before starting the more important matter:

«Are ya used to this?»

Apparently, half measures are for the weak. He points his sight at the collar you're holding with both hands, almost like you're waiting for someone to take it and put it on you. 

You can't help it: it's an old habit.

«I…was» you murmur. 

«What 'bout now?»

«Does it matter?»

«Yes»

«Why?»

«It matters to  me »

Fists clench around the leather.

«Is an old story, i've drop it»

«Doesn't seem so»

Then, silence. 

Dense silence, pudding-consistency silence, and if Ghost had got a spoon he could have eaten the room's atmosphere to get to you. He realizes his self-confidence has been thrown out of the window as he catches his fingers scratching the nose tip through the mask. Digits are immediately moved away and stuck in pockets. 

«'M not asking to make fun of you. Neither out of personal curiosity» and almost every synapsis screams " liar " at him. 

«You're a…reliable soldier, little one». It costs him a little bit of pride to say it. «We don't wanna waste good soldiers for stupid reasons. I don't want this» his sight spot the collar «to compromise you»

«You can stop worrying about it»

You're a knot curled on yourself on the chair, feeling as if there's a martial court in front of you who's laying you bare, exposing your guts, releasing the skeletons collection hidden in your closet.

That's when he takes the collar from your hand, so gently, pulling it away from you as if he's releasing you from a burning stone that was consuming your hands. 

You're impressed. And your sight rises again, and he's ready to catch it.

«Were you forced to do it?»

You're about to ask "what", but as always, you already know what he's referring to. You shake your head.

«No. I've…enjoyed it. I was lucky at first»

«Why?»

«I…» remembering it brings you a little smile «…I found someone I could trust with this…game»

«A friend?»

«No. No, he wasn't a friend. He…»

Voice remains hanging for a moment, as he makes a step back to give you space. He's waiting; he could wait the whole day if it's necessary, and you're so not used to him treating you softly.

Maybe it's just a trick to make you speak. 

And it works so perfectly.

«Sub-Dom relationships are not easy. Well, you could build one in no time if you force it, but a  real one is based on trust. And it is the most difficult thing to achieve. Is not just a matter of obedience and…and sex play» you blush at the statement. «I trusted my Dom with all my whole heart. That's why I enjoyed the experience»

He mutters a low monosyllabic sound, as a confirmation that he's following your speech. When you get silent again, he makes a step forward:

«Then why did that collar affect you so much?»

And he hits a spot. Of fucking course he does. 

«'Cause most of the time, someone who calls himself a "Dom" just wants a body to humiliate»

Your cheeks are burning again, your tongue is trapped between the hold of your teeth. You finish with a whispered: «That's why I went out of that business»

«But you react at the memory of it» 

Your head disappears into the collar shirt as you nod, almost imperceptibly.

«Do you feel the urge to be under someone's orders?»

A «No» is rushed out so quickly it surprises him. «I've told you: it's a matter of trust». 

And you suddenly fall from your tree, feeling like the "soft-spoken" part of the meeting is totally gone. You freeze on the chair, almost replying as sharply as you can: «I've not chosen to be a soldier 'cause I like being ordered, if that's what you're implying»

«I'm not implying anything.»

«Then why ask?»

«Just wanna make sure your not gonna fall for the first big man who waves a riding crop at you»    

He steps on horse shit, and he realizes as fast as the word "riding crop" slips through his own mouth. He can swear to god he was trying his best not to be rude, but somehow that part of him (that he was trying so desperately not to bury under a cozy warm blanket of emotions) had decided to show itself just at the wrong moment.

How lucky he is.

He suddenly jerks the sight at you with the haste of someone worried about having run over an innocent cat on the street, and he really hopes you've not heard his last sentence.

But you have. 

And your eyes are tilted toward him, cheeks are red and fists are clenched so hard that knuckles are going to come out. 

«Can I ask you» you rush out, in the most professional way, forgetting again you're speaking with a Lieutenant «Why do you always end up being a dick?»

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[little-bitty-froggy]

Hi froggie I am going to request something specific if that’s ok

Anyways I wanted to request Eddie caring for a regressed reader who hides their regression. The reader at first seems uncomfortable and put of by the other neighbours regressing but as it turns out they regress to. Eddie finds out when he catches the reader using a paci causing the reader to cry. Comfort ensues.

If you can’t that’s ok and you can add whatever headcannons you want. Okey bye —🐞

Cg: Eddie Dear

Little: Reader

Age- 2-3

Little: Wally

Age3-4

Y/n was having a rough day. All they wanted to do was relax and wined down but they couldn’t. Today they had to help out Eddie with taking care of Wally cause Frank wasn't feeling well. They dreaded on going. It's not like they where against Regression, in fact, they were a regressor themself. It's just, it makes them uncomfortable being around them. They don't know why. They love seeing others happy but it just feeling that they can't get away.

No one in the neighborhood knows that they reggress but Eddie and Y/n promested that they would never say anything until Y/n wanted to come out.

Y/n walked up to home and asked if they could walk in. Home just creaked. “Thank you.” Y/n smiled and walked to be greeted by a small puppet sucking on a blue pacifier giggling and Eddie walking around the corner following Wally. “Wally wait!!” Eddie laughed chasing after Wally. Y/n picked Wally up with a weak smile. “Why hello little one.” “oh hello Y/n. Good to see you! How ill take him.” Eddie smiled as he took Wally. Y/n and Eddie walk into the playroom and Eddie sits Wally down.

“So Y/n, how was you day?” “oh, it was alright, I just couldn't wait to see Wally. I hope Frank gets well soon though.” Y/n gives Eddie a small smile. “Yeah, he has a cold so he’ll be back after a week though.” “oh, that's good!” Y/n looks at wally confused and kneels down. “What are you going there bud?” “m pwayin wif da bwacks!” Wally giggles as he stacks the different collard blocks. Y/n seems a little uncomfortable but it's not noticeable. “I'll be right back.” “oh ok.”

Y/n walks out of the playroom, goes into the bathroom and splashes there face with cold water. “(it's ok, just a couple more hours and then you can make up an excuse)” Y/n thought, and that's when they felt a rush of fuzziness. “(NO NOT NOW!!!)” Y/n then solashes there face with water again and walks back to the play room acting like nothing happened.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?” Eddie looks concerned. “What, no no I'm fine, just tired. I didn't sleep well last night so.” “oh well if you need a break just let me know, ok?” Eddie reassures Y/n. “Thanks but I'm ok. Is there anything that I should do right now?” “um, I'm not sure. One sec.” Eddie kneels down to Wally. “Hey bub? You wanna do anything right now?” Wally shakes his head no. “ nope, nothing right now but if you want. You can sleep for a little bit on the couch and ill take care of Wally.” “Are you sure!” Y/n looks relieved that they don't have to do anything but they don't want Eddie to do everything. “I'm sure.” Eddie reassures Y/n. “ ok fine” Y/n smiles and walks out

(“Hmm, it's been over an hour. Maybe I should check up on Y/n?”) Eddie thought to himself.”Wally?” “Yah!” Wally looks up at Eddie. “I'm going to go check up on Y/n, it's that ok?” “mhm!” Wally nods and goes back to playing.

Eddie checks the bathroom, kitchen, art room and wallys bedroom but Y/n in nowhere to be found. “Y/n?!” Y/n was curled up in a corner looking half asleep. “Y/n, Buddy is everything ok?” Eddie asks as he sits next to Y/n. “Mh!” tears stream down there face. “Hey hey baby it's ok. There's no need to cry.” Eddie cups Y/n’s face in the palm of his hands. “What's wrong love?” “m sowwy.” Y/n leans into Eddie. “What are you sorry for hunny?” “m stupid, wawwy is smaww an we suppose to take cawe of him by now m smaww.” hot tears form rolling down Y/n’s cheek. Eddie picks up Y/n onto his lap

Eddie try’s to calm them down by rocking them or rubbing their back. “Feel better?” “mhm.” “you wanna stay like this for a bit and then go play Wally?” Eddie asked. Y/n thinks got a bit and nods. Eddie picks Y/n up and walks to the playroom where Wally is. He sits them down on the carpet. “Wally, I got you a little friend!” “A FWIEN!!” Wally jumps up and down. “Here!” Wally hands Y/n a red crayon. “You can cowor wif me!”

Y/n and wally end up coloring for the rest of the day while Eddie takes care of them. I guess Y/n has a new little buddy now!

I'm going to say this for all of the requests that I never got to till now. I'm REEEEAALLYYY sorry. I've been in a rough patch for a while but I'm doing somewhat better. :3 have a wonderful day, earning, night!

[theoceantot]

Chapter 2

After a lot of walking the two saw the butterfly estate. You loved how big and pretty the house looked.

"Is so big and pwetty"

Before Shinobu could stop her You ran into a Wisteria tree and started to smell all of it. To her shock you weren't affected at all by it in fact you seemed more relaxed.

"Now Now its late and baby's need their sleep" Shinobu said and took your hand leading you into the estate.

Y/n wasn't used to being in a house this big. She's always been poor and never even knew the luxury of having three meals a day.

"You need to hold my hand so you don't get lost okay?"

"Okays"

'How'd she know I was gonna run off?'

Shinobu led you into a spare room and put multiple drapes over the window so the sun wouldn't burn you in the morning.

"Let's get you into bed shall we"

You were gonna protest but the yawns came out to quickly. Shinobu took off your clothes and put you in some comfy pajamas.

"Are you feeling comfy butterfly?"

You sleepily nodded your head and crawled under the covers. Shinobu was about to leave until she heard you cry and start to reach out to her.

"No leave me please stay"

"Relax I'm not going anymore"

Shinobu got into bed next to you suprissd to see you cuddling into her. You warmed up to her that fast? You've only just met. Shinobu didn't complain and allowed you to cling onto her for the rest of the night.

"Master?"

Shinobu was spoken awake by Kanao.

"Are you aware there's a demon next to you"

"Yes I'm aware Kanao so please put your sword down"

Kanao nodded and put her sword away. Shinobu gently shook you awake causing you to wake up crying.

"I sowwy no hwurt"

"You're okay butterfly you're safe. Can I touch you?" Shinobu softly said not to scare you.

Y/n nodded and Shinobu pet your cheeck with her small hand. You loved this affection so much that you grabbed her hand and tried putting it into your mouth.

Kanao was about to draw her sword when Shinobu stopped her. Y/n wasn't trying to eat her. Biting was just the littles love language. She kept doing this until she held Shinobus arm like she was scared of her leaving.

A confused Kanao asked. "Shinobu why is she acting like an infant"

At this point you were regressed to early infant years so you didn't understand a word she said.

"Kanao, do you remember when we talked about age regression in your psychology class?"

Kanao shook her head embarrassed that she forgot.

"Ahe regression is when someone reverts back to a younger state of mind"

Kanao looked at how you flapped your hands around and laughed then sticking your thumb into your mouth. Shinobu saw and quickly pulled your thumb out.

"Thats a no no butterfly. We wouldn't want you getting sick would we?"

Y/n didn't like this one bit and began to loudly cry. She wished she would have brought her paci with when she ran away.

Your loud crying attracted the attention of Aoi who rushed in the room seeing what was happening

"Is that a demon?! Why is she crying?!" Aoi panicked.

"Aoi, do you have an adult pacifier?" Shinobu asked.

She nodded and went to retrieve it.

This seemed to calm you down a bit and you three waited patiently for Aoi to come back.

"Here you go little demon"

Aoi handed you the paci and you instantly put it in your mouth and began to suckle on it.

"See all better!"

Aoi sighed in relief.

"Thank god I picked up those pacifiers just in case we had any littles"

Kanao and Shinobu nodded and watched you start hitting the bed laughing. Not only were you an age regressor but the three of them also suspected you had autism now too. With the stimming and not liking being touched. Both kept in mind to be really gentle with you.

"Shinobu, how are you gonna tell everyone else about this?! Do you really think Master will allow this" Aoi questioned. Her eyes widened as she saw your arm. There was a cut on your arm and it looked fresh. 'She must be pretty weak if she hasn't even regenerated yet'

Shinobu giggled. "Y/n is harmless. Her wounds from yesterday haven't even fully healed but I'm pretty sure you already knew that" Aoi nodded taking one last look at you before checking on the other patients.

"Shouldn't we set up a room for Y/n since she's gonna be staying with us?" Kanao asked.

"I suppose we should. We'll wait until it's night to go shopping so Y/n can pick whatever she wants" Shinobu said and gently pinched your cheeks. You giggle and gently patted her cheeks making you and her giggle.

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𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔

•Kanao doesn't fully understand age regression yet

•Throughout the day you followed Shinobu like a duckling

•You were nervous around Kanao at first but quickly warmed up to her

•Aoi intimated you

[pjsk-playcorner]

an.... sweet vbs summer child.... you can do this! don't let the schoolwork beat you!

anyways! it is i, sparkles anon! ...on pc! so i cannot do emojis! :rofl:

could we (why did i say we- whatever moving on) perhaps have a fluffy fic (or hcs!! whatever you like!!) with vbs taking care of regressed an? the details are up to you!! /lh /nf

(ps: if you'd like me to tone down my messages/be less chaotic or whatever please let me know!! i don't wanna make you uncomfy, and you won't hurt my feelings if you tell me! /gen /nf)

Oh don't worry about being too much!! I love enthusiastic people!! (as long as I get to know them well) and you seem like a very nice person so I really don't mind!!! Also it's kinda ironic cause I did have an idea if I ever made an part 2 of the other fic so here you go!! (apologize it's mostly Mizuki since I was trying to get this out!! Aha- of course if a part 3 is what you want I can do it! Just ask me ^^)

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Regressor! An / Babysitter! Mizuki / CG! Kohane Azusawa, Akito Shinonome, Touya Aoyagi

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Afternoon, it's already afternoon. That's good An thinks sooner enough just a few hours more she can be able to head home and stay in her bed for the time being. It, really isn't helping all that much that she's feels so small and little right now but she can what she will make due.. Trying her hardest not to seem so small in the slightest trying not to mess up or jumble up on her words, it's tiring but no knows nor is caring about it so it's all well..

Mizuki can see how, unenergetic(?) An is. sure An isn't the most fond of school (and neither are they) but An seems to be struggling a bit every now and then, seeing how the starry haired girl keeps on correcting herself everytime she stumbles on them. Mizuki remembers a particular secret An told them..

So, what was this secret you have about? I'll be honest you really don't have to say anything if you aren't that comfortable yknow?

I know! Just that.. You told me something about you that's very deep I kinda, wanna do the same too. Like, in a way we share something?

I don't get what your saying but I suppose-

Sorry sorry! It's like. I trust you with this, like how you did with me-

Ohh I see, so back on track?

Right-! So.. The thing is, Do you know what Age regression is Mizuki?

Hm? Um.. A have a general bit of knowledge, why is that?

Aha, slightly a bit embarrassing. But Um,

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....

OHHHHH I get it I get it! Don't worry your secret is safe with me alright? Just let Big sis Mizuki handle it!

Pft, you really don't have to do that but. Thanks I appreciate it..

Hey, it's what friends are for right?

Yeah-!

Mizuki remembers that conversation really vividly, the pinknette snaps out of their thoughts as soon as the bell has rung. Lunch break! Yes! Mizuki stood up from their seat and looks to see An who was already on her way to leave from the classroom, rushing over to their friend and tapping on her shoulder. An turns around to see Mizuki. Giving a small smile and wave, "Hey Mizuki" An says, Mizuki smiles as well greeting An back. "Heya An! How are you?" They asked. "I'm, doing fine!" She says they continue on with the conversation until they headed onto the rooftop as they both sat down together going to have their lunch.

"So, just asking a quick thing is that fine An?" Mizuki asks, they wanted to make sure if An was really okay with them asking about it so it's better to be safe than to be sorry. "Uh sure! M- I'm fine with it." "Alright alrighty then, do you feel small at the moment?" Uh, that sounds a bit too blunt- "Well cause, you seemed to be stumbling on your words a bit and how you seem alot less, energetic in a way?" An blinks for a bit looking down of the floor, she seems to relax a bit however her smile was quavering slightly..

"Sowwy, didn't. Mm.. Didn't wanna make it look like M was,," An says fiddling the hems of her blazer continuing to look down, Mizuki softens as An spoke before ruffling her hair slightly. "It's fine! Really, you just seemed a bit tired today? Anything in particular happened?" Mizuki asked, An nods slowly before just speaking on how yesterday's night wasn't the greatest. Mizuki continues to listen to An as she speaks out on how she felt also letting her lay on their shoulder to rest a bit. "Ah I see, well then. If you are that stressed about it you could've just ask for help you know? And even if I or anyone else was busy it would have been okay to ask right?" An nodded again, just staying quiet for the time being. Mizuki let's the silence take over for a bit, speaking again however a few minutes later. "Do you wanna skip classes today or mark yourself as excused?" An shook her head and spoke up. "Nuh uh.. Don't wanna, get in twouble.." Mizuki chuckles at that giving An some head pats. "It's fine really, I'll just say you weren't feeling like yourself and I'll help you get home. Maybe I can even call Otouto-kun, Touya and Kohane about it to stay with you after school? Well until then you can stay at my place if you want!"

An thinks for a slight moment, before slowly nodding. "Oki.." Mizuki took the yes and helped An up as they go and excuse the regressed singer for the day.

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Sooner enough the two arrived at Mizuki's house, An couldn't really change out of her uniform so she just has to roll with it. Mizuki let's An sit on the sofa as the mv creator goes to the kitchen and sees what they can make for the little, before settling with Mac and cheese for An. Going off to make it, An however since getting Mizuki's permission turns the TV on and sees on what she can watch before stumbling onto a cartoon channel not really switching it out and just enjoying the characters talk and play.

After a few minutes Mizuki brings the bowl of Mac and cheese to the living room and places it on the coffee table for An to eat later when it isn't hot, sitting beside the regressed singer and seeing what is she watching. "Whatcha watchin?" Mizuki asked looking at An and ruffling her hair again. An giggled at the action since it was comforting and silly before answering "ʼM found Doraemon!!" An says happily, her attention back to the screen. Mizuki smiles at how An seems to be more comfortable at the moment, however she did have to remind her to eat her Mac and cheese. Eh she can tell her later if that's ever fine, right now Mizuki herself goes and watches the anime with An.

It's after hours until VBS entered the house after the text they got from Mizuki, they went over as soon as they can. Only seeing now how Mizuki and An are asleep on the sofa with an empty bowl on the coffee table and a different cartoon playing. "I suppose Mizuki-san was able to take care of it while we were busy aha-" Kohane says, looking at the two. Touya nodded whilst Akito went up and lightly shook Mizuki awake. "GAH- IM UP-!" Akito, Kohane, and Touya all hushed Mizuki in unison. The pinknette covered their mouth looking over seeing how An was still sleeping peacefully, Mizuki removes their hands smiling slightly as they look at An.

"Ah, looks like the both of us caught some shut eye eariler ahah-" Mizuki rubs the back of their head before Touya speaking up. "It's quite alright, An seems to be doing well under your care." Akito nods in agreement speaking up as well. "Mhm, thanks for being with her while we were at school." Kohane goes up to An and gently shakes her, getting the regressed singer to wake up and yawn.

"Hello starlight, how was your sleep?" Kohane asked in a gentle voice, An rubs her eyes and speaks slightly. "Ish oki, slept oki" Kohane smiles patting her head gently "Do you wanna go home now starlight?" An nodded reaching out for Kohane as Kohane goes and helps her up, letting the little one cling onto her. "Again we can't thank you enough Mizuki-san..!" Kohane thanks, Akito and Touya also thanked Mizuki. "Say thank you and goodbye to Mizuki starlight." Touya says in a warm tone like a blanket wrapping you into a hug.

"Thank chu big sis Zuki,, also bye bye.." An waves a goodbye still clinging onto Kohane, causing Akito to laugh at it slightly. "Alright we'll be headin' out. Bye Mizuki." "Bye Otouto-kun!~" Akito groans at the nickname before he leaves first, Touya and Kohane laughing a bit before they wave a goodbye to Mizuki and leaving the house.

[littlekoifishes]

Cg smg0 x little niles

Niles: *playing kick ball with smg0* look at dis dada 0!

SMG0: *looking at Niles, seeing kick the ball* wowie little one big kick! Can you kick it to dada?

Niles: *going to kick the ball and hits it to hard hitting smg0 in his eye* OH NOES IM SORRY!!!

Smg0: *stunned and covering his eye* AH! Ow ow ow

Niles: *shaking,* I SOWWY I DIDNT MEAN TO! I SOWWY DADA ARE OKAY?!?!

SMG0: *smg0 rubbing his eye* I'm okay little one- oh no..

Niles: *crying into Smg0's arms* I'm sorry, I said I was sorry, I'm sorry *repeating himself, shaking heavily, curling more into smg0*

SMG0: *hugging him* I forgive you, it's alright. Can you please look at me with your pretty eyes? You have nothing to be sorry about, little one. It was an accident. *hushing him ,rubbing his back*

Nilee: *rubbing his face and looking at him, teary eyed, having a hard time breathing* mhmm, I still sowwwy I didn't mean to, I did mean to hurt you I'm sorry dada...

SMG0: *breathing loudly in and out* Breath with me dear, you're forgiven you didn't do anything wrong. In and out love.

Niles: copying Smg0's breathing* Thanks, sorry this is so stupid, isn't it? *itching his arms*

SMG0: Not at all! You're my baby with strong emotions. You have nothing to worry about, little one. Are you feeling better... breathing wise? *rubbing his back in circles, still hushing him*

Niles: *hiccuping* mhm I'm sorry, still dada didn't mean to hit you.

SMG0: *kissing his forehead, picking him up* Stop apologizing you didn't do anything wrong, my dear. Now, would this big kid like some Dino nuggets and some tater tots?

Niles: *wagging his tail* mhm! Taters n nuggies!! *hoping down from smg0 grasp and rushing inside*

SMG0: Tot shoes at the door remember!!!

Niles: *stopping, walking over and sitting down take off his shoes* sowwy I forgots

SMG0: *coming inside and bending down to help take the shoes off* it's okay I'm here to remind you little one, now let's run a bath since you itching from the grass, and I'll make your nuggets okay? Can you wait in the bathroom for me, little prince?

Niles: *smiling, nodding* I can do that, dada! Dada promise to come?

SMG0: promise! *walking to the kitchen to pit nuggets and tater tots in the air fryer*

Niles: *sitting on the counter waiting, itching his legs* itchy itchy!

SMG0: *walking in holding new clothes and a hair brush* I know little love, your all itchy.

Niles: *looking at the hair brush* no hair! No hair!

SMG0: *sighing* little one, your hair is all matted we can even see your pretty curls anymore?

Niles: *fussing, swinging his legs a bit* no hair! No hair!

SMG0: *picking up Niles, laying him down, undressing him* shhh, yes, hair. Your hair looks so much more pretty when it's brushed out, baby.

Niles: *getting fussy, starting to cry* no hair! No pull hurts! No dada no hair!

SMG0: *picking Niles up and putting him in the bath* yes hair, and that final. *sternly, he said this as he put bath toys in the tub. * Now, either we can brush this nappy hair, or we can not have a bedtime story.

Niles: *fidgeting with a toy octopus that he named william* mmm...h-hair but no pull!

SMG0: little one...I have to- fine. *pouring water on Niles hair and putting conditioner in it, hearing his baby whine* baby you can't walk around with tangled hair my love

Niles: *splashing water with his hand n tail* yes, I can!

SMG0: *grabbing the brush and brushing his hair our* No, you can't, my baby, I'll try to be as gentle as possible *brushing his hair out*

Niles: *splashing in the tub, still fussy being handling it*

- 10 minutes into the shower -

SMG0: *washing out the littles hair, helping him out the shower wrapping him in a towel* you want me to carry you or you can walk?

Niles: Walk! *waddling to the room holding smg0's hand*

SMG0: such a big boy! Smartest kid in town! *cooing at him*

Niles: *wagging his tail happily, laying down on the bed*

SMG0: *walking into the closet* t shirt n pants tonight or train jammies?

Niles: trains! *pointing at it excited*

SMG0: *putting him in a pull up and his train jammies* you wanna grab your parrot before we go eat?

Niles: *rushing over to grab jasper the parrot* can't forget jasper!

SMG0: *ruffling his hair, feeling his curls* no we can't, can't we? *giggling* good boy Niles.

Niles: *going into his high chair, getting stuck* help!

SMG0: *walking over and placing him in it correctly* my silly boy *kissing his forehead* somebodies ready to eat huh?

Niles: *nodding* eat time! *playing with Jasper, making him fly* dada look how far jasper can fly!

SMG0: *looking over, stopping cutting Niles chicken nuggets into bite-sized pieces* wowie! So cool, little one! Jasper is so cool, huh?

Niles: *nodding, about to chew on him thumb, seeing food on his high chair* food!

SMG0: *nodding* yes food! *cutting up some strawberries to give to niles* your gonna be a big boy and eat your fruit right?

Niles: *looking at smg0* no!

SMG0: *laughing, putting fruit on his plate* your such a funny bunny you know that? But you need to have fruit, makes you big n strong like me!

Niles: strong! *eating his food*

SMG0: *putting on a sesame street* you wanna watch elmo?

Niles: elmo for babies! I not a baby dada!

SMG0: *scoffing* oh your much to grown up for elmo how about dexter laboratory?

Niles: *shaking his head* nuh uh!!! To scary!

SMG0: *giggling* Hmm... how about...octonauts?

Niles: *pupils dialting, wagging his tail* octonauts!!!

SMG0: by god box your adorable....*adoring the little*

Niles: *happily eating his food*

- for the rest of the day Niles n smg0 both laid down on the couch, playing with toys and Niles running around, by the end of the night the total was all tuckered out'

SMG0: *carrying Niles to his bed* bedtime my baby...

Niles: *curling under his cover* best day evers...

SMG0: *smiling* best day huh? *kissing his forehead, turning on his nightlight and his rain sound* nighty nighty my little baby

Niles: *falling asleep, whispering* i love you dada zero...

SMG0: *eyes widening and smiles, rubbing Niles face to sleep, shushing him, putting a pacifier in his mouth* I love you too, my little tot *putting his parrot next to him*

SMG0 walked out the bedroom and went to sleep ready for the next day or fun with his little one.

[brainyxbat]

Chapter 1: Cross The Red Line! A Watery Ride Up a Strange Mountain!

(episode 61)

Days after their experiences at Clockwork Island, the Straw Hat crew continued their journey to the Grand Line. "Nami-san!" Sanji gushed, as he looked through binoculars from the crow's nest, with an annoyed Zoro close by. "I have a report of love! I see big rain clouds up ahead! There's a storm under 'em!"

"A storm?" Venus perked up from inside the cabin.

"Looks like we're back on our original course," Nami concluded, and looked at her map. "We should be seeing the Red Line at any time now."

An eager Luffy pulled himself up in the crow's nest. "The Grand Line, at last!" He started smacking the cook's back repeatedly in ecstasy. "Hey, Sanji! We're finally going! We're finally going!"

Sanji finally turned, and stopped him with a foot shoved in his face. "That hurts!"

"Sowwy!" He mumbled.

'But is it really like how it's drawn here?' Nami wondered to herself amidst Luffy smacking Zoro's back next.

"Stop that!"

A humming Usopp was in the cabin with the rudder, but to his confusion, it wouldn't move even a little bit.

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"Look at this!" Nami showed the map to everyone in the cabin, Venus now in a new, clean outfit. "I'd heard the rumors about it, and it's drawn on this map too! If it really is true, then the entrance to the Grand Line is a mountain!" She pointed to their destination.

"A mountain?" Luffy held a glass with his teeth, as Usopp struggled to steer.

"We gotta crash into a mountain?" Zoro asked.

"You can't be serious," Sanji added.

"I didn't believe it myself, but the map has canals that lead to the mountain."

"The canals go inside it?" Venus questioned.

"Either that, or that might mean we have to go up it!"

"Neat!" Luffy grinned.

"What're you talking about?!" Zoro exclaimed. "Even if there are canals or whatever, a ship can't climb up a mountain!"

"But that's what the map says!"

"Yeah!" Sanji snapped. "Nami-san would never say anything that's wrong!"

"You stole that map from Buggy, right? Can we really trust it?"

"H-hey!" Usopp caught their attention. "Someone help with the rudder!"

"Oh!" Venus ran over, and shoved the rudder in his direction with all her might, but there was no give. "Why don't it move?!" She groaned.

"Sanji-kun, give them a hand!" Nami ordered.

"It won't budge!"

"I can't think with all his shouting! Or hers!"

"Pardon our struggling!" Venus glared. "I don't see you rushing over here!" Her hands slipped, and with a yelp, fell face-down at his feet.

"It won't move! Someone help!"

"Yes, Nami-san!" Sanji happily obliged. "Okay! I'll take over, Venus-chan!" He tried to pull, but strangely, it stayed put.

"D-doesn't this current seem a bit strong?!"

"Eh?!" That caught Nami's attention. "Usopp! What did you just say?"

"The current's strong!" Venus snapped from the floor.

"Current... that's it!"

"That's what?" Luffy asked.

"They really do go up the mountain!"

"Are you still saying that stuff?!"

"No, she's right!" Venus used the table as leverage to regain her footing. "The current will push us up!"

"Yeah, look here! See?" Nami pointed back to the mountain. "The guiding light was definitely pointing to here on the Red Line... Reverse Mountain!" Sanji joined them in looking, leaving Usopp on his own.

"Hey! Little help over here!" Venus rushed to assist him again.

"See those canals here?" She pointed to a trio of canals merging, leading to a pair going out the other side. "If major currents from the four oceans all flew toward this mountain, then the four currents would go up these canals, collide at the top, and then flow into the Grand Line! Reverse Mountain is a "winter island", so any currents that collide into the Red Line will plummet from the surface into the depths. If we screw up, and miss the entrance to the canal, the Going Merry will run smack into the Red Line's face, and get wrecked! And then we'd be at the bottom of the ocean. Understand?"

"Oh! Interesting!" Luffy grinned, and held his chin in wonder. "So, basically, it's a mystery mountain!"

Nami frowned in disappointment. "Well, maybe you don't get it. Anyways, now that we're on this current, as long as we don't mess up with the rudder, we should be able to go straight to the summit of Reverse Mountain!"

"Nami-san!" Sanji swooned, as Usopp and Venus struggled. "You're so amazing!"

"I've never heard of ships going over mountains before," Zoro remarked skeptically.

"I've heard some stuff before!" Sanji said.

"Stories about the mystery mountain?" Luffy asked.

"No. I heard that half of everyone who heads to the Grand Line dies before entering it. I knew getting in wouldn't be easy."

-

Later on, the crew encountered the storm spotted by the cook earlier that day. Amidst the downpour, Zoro panicked and ran over when he saw a short-statured figure standing at the railing, seemingly enjoying the dangerous weather. "Venus! What're you doing?!" He grabbed her short cape, to her surprise, and made a beeline for the cabin with her in tow. "Get inside! You'll fall overboard! And you're getting soaked!"

"Zoro!" She protested. "I love storms!"

"Then watch from inside, dammit!" He practically threw her inside, surprising Usopp, and slammed the door shut.

"Venus, what were you doing out there?"

"Enjoying the weather," She replied, "I love storms."

"But i-it's dangerous out there! Why do you like them?" She merely shrugged, not having a straight answer.

"Sanji-kun! Could you get the sail?"

"Yes, Nami-san!"

"Luffy! Help out!" He ordered.

"Eh?!" The captain rolled one of the sails, he looked up to see a mountainous wall up ahead. "Hey! I see the mystery mountain!"

"W-what?!" Everyone rushed over to have a look, Nami and Venus wearing protection over their clothes; Nami's a pink jacket, and Venus' a black cloak, both with hoods over their heads.

Usopp's eyes widened. "T-that's insanely huge!"

"The entrance to the Grand Line..." Nami stared in awe.

"This is it, Luffy!" Venus cheered.

"So that's the Red Line, huh?!" He beamed.

"I-I-I can't see the top because of the clouds!" Usopp stammered.

As waves crashed, and whirlpools spun, a huge current sent the Merry shooting forward, and caught everyone off guard, Luffy swinging from the sail. "We're getting sucked in!" He shouted. "Hold the rudder good!"

"We're on it!"

Everyone worked together to stay on their path. "N-Nami!" Luffy called. "Where's the entrance?! We're gonna crash into the rocks if we keep going this way!"

Nami was watching when she saw a divet ahead. "The crack in that cliff..."

In the cabin, Usopp worked the rudder with Sanji. "Nami! What do we do?!"

"Keep going straight ahead!"

"A-are you serious?!"

"Just do it!"

Luffy pulled himself down next to the navigator. "Nami! Is that the canal entrance?"

"Most likely!"

Zoro watched through binoculars with shock, as Venus stood next to him. "This can't be real! The damn ocean really is flowing up the mountain!"

"Let me see!" After he gave them to her, Venus looked through the binoculars, and was in awe. "Whoa!" After a deep drop, there was square-shaped archways inside the crack, leading to the upward-flowing canal.

"We gotta make it through those water gates just right!" Nami said. "Otherwise the ship'll be busted into pieces!"

The ship started swerving in the powerful current. "W-we're getting off course!" Luffy urgently reported. "More to the right! Right! Right!"

"The right?!" Usopp exclaimed. "Go starboard!" He and Sanji strained to pull the rudder. "C-come on now!" All of a sudden, the rudder snapped in two, sending Usopp and Sanji flying into a table, breaking it in half.

"The rudder!" Everyone screamed in horror.

Venus ran inside, and grabbed the lower half, trying in vain to keep steering. "Venus-chan, don't!" Sanji protested. "It's no use!"

"You'll get splinters!" Usopp pulled her away. "Stop!"

"Gum-Gum...!" Luffy jumped up to where the ship was heading for one of the gates. "Balloon!" He inflated himself, and after some straining, sent the ship away.

"Luffy! Grab on!" After deflating, he shot his arm out, grabbed Zoro's outstretched hand, and was launched back on deck, his head breaking through the wood. Usopp, Sanji, and Venus danced in victory, as Nami sighed in relief. "We made it!"

Nami stripped off her jacket, and held it up high. "Now it's just a straight shot to the summit!"

"Hey!" Luffy strained to pull his head out. "I wanna see! I wanna see!" He fell back when he was freed. "I'm unstuck! Hey! Let me see too!" Little did they know, as he ran to join Zoro and Venus at the prow, a certain someone was hiding on the ship. "A-awesome!"

"Woo-hoo!" Venus held on the railing. "This is so much fun!"

"Curse you all!" The stowaway stood on the railing, interrupting the celebration. It was Eric!

"Huh?" Nami looked in confusion.

"It's the Sicko Fruit guy," Luffy observed.

"You!" Venus glared.

"You're still alive?!" Zoro exclaimed, keeping her behind his back.

"What tiny eyes!" Luffy commented, and she stifled giggles.

"Shut up! Curse the whole lot of you! Thanks to you, my dream of Dragonite has been crushed! I can't just leave things as they are now! At the very least, I'll have your 30 million bounty head!" He pointed to Luffy. "Just surrender to your fate like a good little boy!"

"Now what?!" Sanji asked urgently. "If he uses his wind slashes here, there's no telling what he'll rip apart!"

"We can't act carelessly," Zoro said.

Eric laughed deviously. "How do you like that? You can't lay a finger on me now!"

As he taunted them, Nami had an idea, and looked to the deck. "Oh! Dragonite!" When he was distracted, she took the opportunity to kick him off the ship; with a scream of terror, as the others watched in shock, he disappeared into the strong current, never to be seen again. "Bye-bye!" She waved happily.

Everyone palmed their fists in sync. "Oh! Good thinking!"

"He can't swim either, so I don't think he'll be following us anymore!"

"Given this current, being able to swim wouldn't matter anyways!" Usopp grinned.

"Way to go, Nami-san!" Sanji swooned.

As they descended farther upward, laughing in victory, the air became foggier. "We're in the clouds!" Luffy pointed out, now sitting on the prow. The air quickly cleared up, so they could see the very top. "Awesome! We're above the clouds now!"

"Look! The summit!" Nami observed. "It's the summit!"

The ship sailed to the top, and flew off into the open air. "Yahoo!" Luffy cheered, keeping his hat on.

"We're flying!" Venus cheered from by the mast. She looked up at Usopp, who hung on above her for dear life. "This is awesome!"

"N-no it's not!"

After a few glorious seconds of being airborne, the ship suddenly shot down, briefly leaving the crew in the air, and landed roughly in the next canal.

As they rode down, the crew's minds, sans the captain's, were occupied.

'To do what Mihawk said.'- Zoro.

'To find the All Blue there.'- Sanji.

'To draw my perfect sea charts.'- Nami.

'To prove I'm a brave warrior of the sea.'- Usopp.

'To achieve my full potential as a witch.'- Venus.

Luffy watched, as he saw their destination ahead. "I see it! This is the greatest sea in the world! The Grand Line! The One Piece is up ahead, somewhere! Go!"