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SPARKS haitani rindou

nsfw (smut) mdni, hurt/comfort, family dynamic

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part iii / but i promise you this; i'll always look out for you.

5:30pm. Haitani Rindou is tapping his foot on the marble floor impatiently as he waits in the very long line of . . . eight people, to clock out of work. He checks his watch and eyes the clock on the wall.

Can time move any faster than this? Can everyone just hurry up already?

He's checking his phone every second too. Are there any more messages from you? Have you called? Oh, you didn't.

His heart fills with worry as he chews on his lip and bites off the dry, peeling skin. He internally facepalms a little when he realises what he'd just done -- you'll nag at him when he comes home with a chapped lip later, he thinks, and that has somehow made him feel a little bit better of being stuck in this situation. Though he's not angry, because he's got a good reason to leave.

Rindou always goes home at 6pm -- the main reason being he can't stand queuing up for the sake of going home at clock out hour sharp. The line is always so long and he has to stand there for at least fifteen minutes carrying his heavy briefcase with at least ten people ahead of him? He doesn't do that.

Haitani Rindou doesn't do that but for one exception.

Wife (stink)

honey

pls pick baby up later

i cant do it today

One missed voice call from you at 5:13pm

One declined voice call from Wife (stink) at 5:15pm

You

R u ok?

Need me to pick u?

Wife (stink)

im ok

i'll c u at home

Rindou sighs and locks the screen, worried eyes taking a quick glance at the Always on Display of him carrying his bubbly daughter in his arms, you're standing beside them with a bright smile and the three of you are wearing matching Minnie Mouse themed headbands (that Sakiya insisted with chubby hands that you all buy -- and of course, her father could never say no, despite the little hesitation of being put in the spotlight). The photo was taken at USJ last summer and his heart warms at the sight along with the memories that came with it.

He shoves the phone into his pocket and blinks tiredly.

It's unusual for you to only text him; you always call first then subject to texting if he doesn't pick up, unless it's for dumb little things like teasing him for taking the wrong car to work or leaving behind his bento on the counter.

(you: y u take my car 😾 *photo attached of your Volkswagen missing from the basement parking* him: Lazy to change the keys 🦤 Take my bmw)

(you: did u not wanna eat it. *photo attached of his bento on the counter* him: Forgot to take *next message* 🧎🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏻💔😢)

(him: Forgot to turn off the lights you: haha dumbass him: 😑)

So for you to text him to pick up your daughter for the day is very out of the ordinary and you've also declined his calls too. Sakiya is usually your responsibility to pick up after work at 5:30pm sharp, mainly because Rindou gets busy easily and you are more flexible with the timing at work. It’s a last minute notice that he has to suddenly leave the office earlier than usual and he thinks of his baby who is waiting patiently for him to come at daycare.

“Hi, this is Haitani Rindou, the father of Haitani Sakiya. Can you pass the phone to her? It’s urgent.” He says into the speaker while shoving his belongings into his briefcase in a rush.

“Please wait a moment, sir.” The woman on the other line puts him on hold and looks behind at the sea of children that are running around the field. Rindou hears the screams and cheers of little children and figures it is outdoor playtime now.

“Daddy?” The soft voice of his daughter echoes through the speaker after a moment and he immediately perks up at it. “‘Kiya, did mommy call you?”

“No, why?” “I will pick you up later, okay? Mommy is busy.”

“Okay.”

“But I will be a bit late, wait for me 'n don't follow anybody, okay?"

“Okay, Sakiya will wait.”

Rindou clears his throat and slots in his employee card when it's his turn at the machine. He's in the process of clocking out of the system when a soft voice sounds from behind.

"You're leaving early today, Haitani-san?" He glances at the direction of the voice and sees Ōe Saya -- Saya-san, the bookkeeper of his department holding her bag with two hands and wide eyes.

"Yeah, gotta pick up my kid now." He says while waiting for the loading screen and she grins wider at the mention of his daughter. "I see. How old is she again? The last time I saw her, she was about 2 right?"

"Yeah," Rindou is instantly reminded of the marking you made just yesterday on the wall of the living room that is labelled 87cm, Sakiya, Spring 2023.

Though a short girl, his baby's grew up so fast.

"She's turning 4 this year."

He doesn't want her to.

"'My God, she's so big already. Kids grow so quick these days, right, Miya?" Saya-san turns around to beam at Sasaki Miya, his other colleague and also the mother of Sakiya's daycare friend, Kazu-chan.

"I know . . . My boy is already 5 this year, it all happens in just a blink of an eye!"

He exits the screen and pulls out his employee card, stepping out of the way for Saya-san to move forward when Miya-san questions his quiet figure, "isn't it your wife that usually picks up Sakiya-chan? What happened today?" He briefly recalls that you and Miya-san are close acquaintances because of your children's little friendship in daycare.

"Something came up, so she can't go." Rindou says, voice quiet with a hint of worry and she picks up on it. "I see . . . Is she okay?”

Rindou answers her with a scratch to his forehead. "She's fine . . . Probably."

After a thirty-minute delay from being stuck in the gruesome jam, Rindou finally manages to park his car in front of the daycare center.

He swiftly turns off the engine and rushes out of his BMW the moment he spots a familiar light pink jacket sitting on the front porch. Rindou’s feet brings him closer and he sees a woman, probably the teacher, sitting beside with an arm wrapped around his daughter as she cries softly. Her little hands are hidden in her jacket and he spots the ears of her worn out bunny plush toy he bought for her when she was a year old peeking from beneath.

“‘Kiya.” Her father calls. The little girl looks up through her lashes and the tears come running down like waterfall at the sight of him. “Daddy.” Sakiya runs on her little feet and hops into his warm arms. Rindou kisses her head while unconsciously covering her tiny body with his coat.

She’s so, so cold.

Rindou feels at peace when he finally has his daughter in his embrace. He shushes her softly with a rock and she slowly quiets down upon hearing her father's gentle voice.

“I’m really sorry for having her out in the cold. She wanted to wait outside and wouldn’t go in. ‘Said she wanted to see you when you’re here.” Her teacher apologises with a deep bow. “It’s okay, thank you for being with her.” The little girl who is clinging onto him for dear life feels a warm breath blow into her neck. She whimpers at the contact, “Sakiya waited.” and babbles between sniffles.

Not outside for me, silly girl.

“It’s okay, I'm here now. Don’t cry.” Rindou coos while wiping her tears away and readjusts her jacket -- her favourite one that you bought for her at a trip to Yokohama a few months ago -- to keep her warmer and he vaguely sees the resemblance between his baby and her mother.

Both a crybaby. He chuckles at it.

Rindou figures she's crying because she isn't used to not getting picked up on time. The sky is already dark out and she is probably worried sick as she waits and waits and waits.

He feels his chest tightening.

“Let’s go, baby.” Rindou shields Sakiya from the cold spring wind and she buries her face into his thick coat while the two hurry into his car. He turns on the heater and eyes his daughter through the rearview mirror who is sitting quietly in her carseat, hugging her bunny while sniffling.

Rindou feels bad.

". . . 'Kiya, do you want dango?"

Her ears perk up at the sound of her favourite, favourite snack.

But a beat passes and Sakiya is blinking at her father -- probably pondering whether or not Mommy would approve of this. "Daddy, Sakiya just had dango at school."

But her father smirks a little through the rear view mirror. "Mommy won't know."

She shows her father a toothy grin.

"Okay."

And he starts driving.

That's my little girl.

It's around 6:40 in the evening when Rindou steps out of the elevator with his bubbly daughter holding an almost-finished dango stick in her hand.

"D'ya wanna help me with the dishes after?" "Yes!"

The duo are having a short conversation on their plans for the night when they hear Baa-chan, the friendly widow who lives next door push her front gate open while holding a heavy trash bag in her hand.

"Oh, Rindou-kun, you’re home." She greets with a warm smile. "Hello, Sakiya-chan." The said man puts his daughter down on her feet and the little girl runs forward to bow to her favourite grandma, "hello, Baa-chan! ただいま！"

Rindou takes the trash bag from her hand, “I’ll get it.” while grabbing the now empty dango stick in Sakiya’s hands to throw it in the general bin a few metres away.

When he returns, he sees Baa-chan handing a strawberry daifuku in a white plate to Sakiya and she hugs her legs in gratefulness. “For you, sweetie. Eat this after dinner, okay?” The girl nods feverishly while admiring the pretty dessert held in her little hands.

“Have you eaten, Baa-chan?” Rindou questions softly while unlocking his front gate with the keycard. “Not yet. I haven't had the appetite." He frowns at her reply. "Eat now, otherwise you're gonna have stomach pain again." He nags at the older lady and she simply laughs while patting his arm. "Okay, okay. You nag so much, boy. I'm starting to think you are my son."

He smiles a little at that. Baa-chan reminds him a lot of his late grandmother who used to take care of him and Ran when they were younger in their Roppongi home. Perhaps it is why Rindou is always caring for her in subtle ways, either nagging at her to take care of herself or helping her with the lightbulb she wanted to change.

Baa-chan and Sakiya are chit-chatting about their day as Rindou gets down on one knee to help Sakiya take off her little shoes. Her Hello Kitty bag is threatening to fall off his shoulder and his daughter helps him to readjust it properly with sticky fingers.

"I learnt how to write Katakana today!" "Oh, really? Which one is your favourite?" "Ummmm, I only remember ア and ワ . . ." "That's okay, sweetie. Take your time."

Sakiya steps up onto the platform of the entrance and Rindou hands her her own shoes, "you wanna put it up?" She balances her plate of daifuku in one hand and grips her white shoes with the other, before placing it down on the mini rack that is made for all her footwear. "Done!"

Rindou is about to stand back up when Baa-chan hurriedly pulls on the sleeve of his thick coat, suddenly remembering about the thing she wanted to say.

“Oh, before you go, Rindou-kun,” he looks at Baa-chan who has a worried expression on her face. “I was reorganising my shoes earlier and saw your wife come home, around 6. She didn’t look too good, but I didn’t ask. She did give me some Meiji biscuits and Ocha to enjoy, though.” She points inside with a chuckle and Rindou blinks. “Did she look sick?”

“Oh, I know it when a girl is having a bad day. Poor baby cried, I can tell.”

He stands back up on his feet and scratches his head. Baa-chan giggles at his antics before pointing to Sakiya with a soft voice only meant for him to hear. "You can bring her over for the weekend if needed, I can use the company. Have a little break and take care of your wife first."

Rindou understands what she is hinting at. To take care of you before doing anything else.

He nods at it.

“Okay, thanks for tellin' me.” He unlocks his front door and ushers Sakiya inside.

“Goodnight, Baa-chan!" The little voice shouts from the entrance and the grandma laughs with a wave to her figure.

After Rindou has made sure she has entered her house and locked the door, he kicks off his shoes and enters his home.

His heavy briefcase drops on the floor with a thud with Sakiya’s bag on top and he dumps his car keys and keycard beside yours that is scattered messily on the counter.

Rindou's purple orbs scans around.

The house is never this quiet when you’re home.

He hears the soft padding of Sakiya’s sock-clad feet and watches as she heads straight to the fridge to put in her melting daifuku. “Daifuku, daifuku~” She sings and Rindou leaves her to it. He checks around and sees your bedroom door slightly ajar.

"'Kiya, wash your hands 'n take off your jacket 'n socks, okay?" He says while heading over to your bedroom. "Okay."

He pushes the door open with a creak,

and Rindou finds you crying in your bed.

The room is dark, you're laying on your side with nothing on except for your underwear and thick blankets are bunched up around your waist. Rindou hears the little cries and sniffles sounding from you and hurriedly hovers over your limp body on the bed.

Rindou calls your name twice, testing the waters as he grabs at your shoulders to get you to face him. You continue sobbing and don't look at him but instead hide your face further into the pillow, black mascara tainting the white sheets and he frowns.

You're not conscious.

"Come on, love." He pulls at your body again. "Look at me." And when he finally sees your messy face, Rindou places a warm kiss to your forehead with a hand behind your neck, the other holding your trembling hand. You immediately cling on to him at the familiar feeling of your husband and cry into his neck.

"I lost my job."

What?

"I lost my job, baby. 'M sorry, 'm so sorry."

Your cries are so loud. You are so sad. You're babbling apologies to him and he doesn't know what's going on.

You? Losing your job? All of a sudden? How?

His own breaths are getting ragged too as Rindou attempts to calm you down with two strong arms wrapped around your frail figure and his kisses to your face don't stop.

The last time Rindou has heard you cry like this was when he raised his voice at you during a fight and immediately got on his knees to apologise. That was five years ago.

"I'm home. You're okay. It's okay." He assures and brushes your messy and sweaty hair away. Rindou helps you to sit up only for you to plop back down and bury yourself in the blankets.

You don't want to move. Your cries don't stop either.

He observes you and feels his heart shattering. It's one of the very few times where he is clueless on what to do, what to say.

He comes up with a plan quick and pulls a wet tissue from the nightstand and wipes your face with it. Your snot, your tears, your ruined makeup . . . He wipes them off one by one patiently.

Your fingers are hooped around his tight and he sits on his knee. You want him to stay and he knows. Rindou really wants to, but he also acknowledges the little figure that's standing by the door to your bedroom.

"Daddy." You pull on his hand with a sniffle when he moves to get himself standing and he bites his lip. Sakiya is holding her bunny while looking at the two of you with wide eyes.

"Is mommy okay?"

He knows Sakiya is hungry, but you need him too.

"Wait a little, baby." Rindou says to his daughter and she nods at his words, standing there and watches her parents with careful eyes -- her father rushes into the bathroom to wet a small towel and wipes her mother's face with it.

She hears him whisper so softly to you.

Rindou noses at your rosy cheeks.

"'M sorry, pretty, I'll be back." He pecks your wobbly lips twice while cupping your face, his actions gentle when holding you. You whimper. "Gotta feed 'Kiya first. I'll be back." He kisses his promise to your lips.

You nod and he hops off the bed before throwing the towel into the laundry bag. If he stays a second longer, he doesn't think he'll ever get moving.

He eyes you one last time before carrying a confused Sakiya up from the ground and into his arms.

"Mommy will be okay. We'll eat first, yeah? Don't worry."

Rindou's heart tears apart into two when he hears your cries grow louder as he closes the door.

I need you.

I know. I'll be back.

And Rindou did, in fact, fulfil his promise.

Because after feeding Sakiya dinner and helping her get cleaned up for the night, he quickly tucks her into bed and goes straight into your bedroom where he sees your pouty figure unclasping your black bra and aiming it to the bathroom.

"Hey." Rindou walks over with a sigh and sits down. You scratch on the skin underneath your breasts with yawn. It's been a long day. He looks at you and notices your red, puffy eyes with the remains of dried up bits of mascara sitting on your eyelashes. His fingers move to pick them away.

"Hi." Your voice cracks when you crawl into his lap. You don't say anything more but listen to his calming heartbeat as you unbutton the top of his dress-shirt, revealing the prettiest tattoo that you have ever seen in your life. Your pointer immediately moves to trace on the black patterns inked into his perfect sun-kissed skin.

Rindou cups his palms on your pantie-clad butt and his dry lips grazes your collarbone. ". . . Wanna talk 'bout it?"

You're silent as you think about the weight of your words.

"I got laid off." Few of his rough, calloused fingers scratches its fingernails up to your itchy bra-indented skin and you sigh at the relief. "Why?"

"They terminated my contract. On a Friday too. Somethin' 'bout the company not needing so many employees right now, so they picked a few 'n terminated us. Effective immediately. They also agreed to pay us a hefty 'mount as compensation, but . . ." You wet his neck again with a trembling pout. "I actually liked my job, baby."

Losing a job is hard. Feeling like you're not needed and appreciated when you enjoy being there is also hard. You think of the risks your family will be facing now that only one parent is bringing in active income and you cry harder.

It's gonna be hard looking for a career now in this economy, in this city. Other than working as a part-timer when you were still in schooling age, office work is all you've ever done. You don't have any prior experiences in other industries.

Until then, you don't want to burden Rindou.

"'Sokay, you worked hard." He kisses your neck and pats your back while rocking your body up and down, back and forth softly. You feel like a baby in his arms. At ease, calm, and peaceful. "You done your best."

"Stay home for now?" He asks.

You nod.

"'M so tired." You blink away the tears. Though not wanting to burden Rindou by staying home, it is all you feel like doing for now. You don't think you have the mental and physical capacity to move anymore. You just want to spend the rest of your days warming up in his embrace and patting your daughter to sleep. "'Don't wanna move."

"Then stay home. You've been working your entire life."

"But I don't want to burden you."

"You won't." He knows the exact thoughts that are running through your mind and is quick to shut them down. "Take a break, nothing wrong wit' 'dat. 'M fine with whatever you wanna do from now on."

Your look at him while he continues whispering subtle words of affirmation in your ear and to your neck where he presses kiss after kiss on the skin; a habit he's picked up ever since Sakiya was born and the little girl will only stop crying after she hears her father's soft 'I love you'.

Tired fingers move to feel the skin on his face. Every growing wrinkle, every acne scar, every permanent memory he's gotten from fighting, you feel them one by one with love and slowly, they finally land on his lips that has triggered you to raise a brow.

"You peelin' your lips again?"

He bites on one of your fingers and you yelp. "Old habits never die, baby."

This man is trying to play it off.

Prepare yourself for it, big guy.

Rindou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Tsk, I told you to quit it. It's either you stop peelin' on it or you sleep on the couch tonight. Did you even use the lip balm I bought you? My guess is you didn't."

You continue to nag and his mind runs back to last week when he discovered that the same exact balm you mentioned was missing. It was nowhere to be found; his car, the house, his office . . . It was gone. And so he secretly used yours after shower and kissed you on the lips so sweetly that you didn't even realise.

"See, 's all flaky now." Your frown as your finger grazes on it and you physically cringe at the feeling. "Sorry, love." Rindou apologises with a smirk and you grow suspicious, so you inch away only for him to keep you in place. "My lips' been dry all day 'cause they were missin' yours." And he leans in to capture them in his and you smile into the kiss while swatting him away.

"You cheesy old man."

Loud laughter echoes in the bedroom while he carries you in his arms to the bathroom.

No matter ten years, five hundred years, a millennia, eons . . . Rindou's dry, flaky lips will always continue its pathway in searching after yours.

Rindou babies you the entire night. He bathes you, feeds you dinner (vegetable soup, rice and some side dishes), and helps you with your nightly routine -- the anti-aging Shiseido moisturiser you've started using since last year, the drugstore-bought body lotion you absolutely adore, the expensive hair oil Miwa recommended you use . . . He's never missed a single step.

You bury yourself further into his body when he dries your slightly wet hair with a soft towel.

Rindou feels like he's forgetting something.

"When is baby's next appointment with the doctor?" His voice is quiet when he asks.

Just what am I missing?

Your mind runs at his question, "'think it's this Sunday." You grab your phone and check the calendar.

Sakiya has been struggling with sensitive skin lately. It itches and gets flaky and she's always scratching at her cheeks and hands. She has random appointments every few weeks to check in on her condition and the doctor assigns her vitamins or creams depending on how severe it is.

At first you thought it was just the weather that's causing her this issue, but after a trip to the doctor it's revealed that her condition is caused by genetics. You both figure she's followed after Rindou because he used to struggle with sensitive skin when he was younger too.

You remember how Rindou got so guilty when he found out because Sakiya got his condition too and is always doing what he used to do back then -- scratching at the itchy skin until it's red and peeling. It'll leave scars. He knows her feelings which is why he's always taken charge of taking care of her skin.

His eyes flicker to the various Cetaphil and Sebamed products for Sakiya to use and a small container of cream sitting on top of the cupboard next to the dresser.

Oh.

It's crossed his mind today.

"Fuck, I forgot her cream."

You blink. "I'll do it."

You hop off his lap and fix the loose strap of your silk nightgown before grabbing the container off the cupboard and pad to your daughter's room.

You find that she isn't sleeping and instead, playing with her toys with the lamp on her nightstand in a dim setting. Rindou must've taught her that. She's a quick learner, too.

"Mommy," Sakiya calls out softly when you enter and you sit down beside her on the carpet. "Hi, baby."

She immediately crawls into your lap, her toys long forgotten and rests her head on your soft mounds.

To you, it seemed like she was simply resting her head there, but to Sakiya . . .

"Mommy okay?" She starts pushing her left ear to your chest. Then the right one when she doesn't find the thing she wanted. "Let Sakiya hear." You grow confused. "Hmm? What do you want to hear?"

"Sakiya hear if mommy is okay. Sakiya can know."

Tears accumulate in your eyes and you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her soft hair back.

My silly little girl.

"Mommy okay?" She asks again with wide eyes.

You don’t like lying to her.

So you don't.

"Mommy will be okay."

You never lie to Sakiya.

"Soon?" "Soon."

"C'mere." You say and she looks up again with pretty wide eyes. Eyes that look a lot like Rindou's. You spread the cooling cream gently on her dry cheeks and hands, not wanting to trigger the itch. "Did you scratch again?" You check on her skin and she pouts, "itchy."

"Mommy told you not to scratch." "Itchy." She repeats and you pinch her nose. She giggles at it.

You observe your baby who's sitting quietly in your lap, hugging her favourite bunny and blinking at you.

Raising Sakiya as first-time parents was hard, especially when she was still a newborn. You remember how she was crying all the time and Rindou and you didn't know what was the issue. Slowly, by time, as Sakiya grew up, she learnt how to regulate her emotions better through your patient teachings and is always a quiet, well-behaved girl when in public. She latches on to her father when you're not around and speaks in short little sentences when needed.

When you're done, you cup her chubby cheeks gently and smile when she looks up at you with those pretty, purple eyes. Her red, pouty lips shimmer under the nightlight and you peck her there.

"You look more and more like your daddy every day." You say that with another kiss to her soft, soft cheeks. You don't mind that some of the cream are getting on your lips, all you care about is showing your affection to your daughter who is happily drowning in it. You hold her hand and kiss her palm, her fingers, and she grins brightly.

"Really?" "Yeah. Look at your eyes. You're daddy's girl, aren't you?"

"I'm mommy's girl too." Sakiya babbles in her sweet voice and you pull her close to sniff on her scent. You don't think you'll ever get tired of smelling her. There's a certain smell to babies that is so, so endearing, you're sure every mother in the world agrees with you. Though faint, it is still there, and it is proof to you that this is your baby.

"Of course you are. You're my baby."

"I'm mommy's baby."

Rindou is busy fighting back his own tears while listening in on the two of you by the door. Neither of you notice he is there and he doesn't make his presence known. He continues to observe the two of you whispering little words to each other with a warm heart and soft smile.

He doesn't want this moment to end and prays to Heavens that he'll carry on this memory forever.

When you return to bed after tucking Sakiya in, Rindou is already getting comfortable and waiting for you. "She's asleep?"

"Yup, went to Dodo-land like the speed of light." You mimic her use of words with a little laugh before hopping into bed and into his arms. "Won't be wakin' up anytime soon, I think."

"Daddy, I think I want Dodo-land now." Sakiya mumbles with droopy eyes and he stifles a laugh before carrying her to bed.

"Who the hell taught her that?" Rindou laughs when he returns and sits down on the couch beside you with the TV playing. You shake your head with a chuckle, "dunno. But my bet is on Miwa."

(He never tells you but you just know it is his daughter's use of the term 'Dodo-land' that has sparked his interest in the dodo bird emoji which he now frequently uses in text. Also, Miwa did in fact teach your daughter the term 'Dodo-land.' But Rindou accused Ran when over at his house and got a smack to his head when he jokingly confronted Ran about it.)

Your dress sways with you when you move around to get comfortable in bed.

Rindou immediately wraps his long limbs around your body and travel a sneaky hand up under your nightgown to grip on your thigh, then your ass and he lands a slap on the fat.

"Tsk, 's cold, don't." You shiver when the cold air hits your skin and he pinches your ass. "No worries. I'll get you warm real quick." He smirks, nosing at your cheeks.

"We've got the whole night, don't we?"

The pretty nightgown you're wearing is one he chose for you on a shopping date. You were looking to buy for something comfortable to sleep in until he held the silk in front of you, hanging from his hands. "Try." And he immediately told the sales lady to wrap it up for you after you came out of the fitting room looking like an absolute Greek goddess.

You know it drives him nuts to see you in it every time. And you like using it to your advantage.

You bite your lip with lustful eyes staring at up his that mirrors your gaze.

It's been a while since the two of you have shared any form of intimacy (other than kissing and hugging), with work taking up most your time, and having Sakiya around and more intelligent now harbours a very risky risk. Every time the two of you are about to get it on, Sakiya will be knocking on the door asking for either her father or you.

". . . My kid's a cockblocker." He grumbles one night when you both got interrupted again because Sakiya couldn't open the door to her toilet. He comes back moody and his dick soft. "Don't say that, Rin!" Though mean, you can't help but laugh loudly at his statement.

It's been a while, and he knows. Which is why he isn't rushing into it despite your constant sleepy whines and babbles of him hurrying it up.

He kisses your pout away, "patience, baby."

There's a teasing smirk plastered on his lips and you feel his thumb rub around slowly on your pussy, spreading the growing slick everywhere before pushing it up to your clit.

You moan loudly when he gently presses down on the sensitive, sticky nub. The littlest frictions and touches can send you straight into heaven and it makes you blush.

You haven't felt like this in a while.

"Rin . . ." You reach down and attempt move his hand, to make him do something more -- anything. Anything for him to pull down his joggers and fuck you already.

"I know, baby. I gotta prep you first."

He admires the stretch marks and scars on your lower abdomen from when you had Sakiya. He thinks it's so, so pretty and he tells you just that. You blush, face growing even redder when he kisses on the skin before he sinks down to face your pussy and wraps his arms under your thigh, pulling and adjusting your body before swiftly diving in to make out with your cunt.

Rindou hums and groans and moans as he gives little kitten licks, shoves his tongue in your hole and tastes your sweet nectar in his mouth and he cums in his pants when you tug on his hair and mewl his name as you reach your euphoric high.

Your husband kisses you to sleep after three mind-blowing orgasms later.

It's a Saturday noon when Rindou returns back from Baa-chan's after sending Sakiya over for the day. Taku-chan -- Baa-chan's grandson and Sakiya's playmate since they were babies -- is over as well and she immediately lightens up when she spots the boy drinking a glass of milk in the kitchen. "Taku-chan!" "Hi!"

You have just woken up from a nap and he could tell it's one of the best based on the sleep marks indented on the side of your face and neck.

"Hey." He plops down on his left side beside you with a hand massaging your back, waiting for you to wake up slowly.

He moves his hand down and taps beats on your ass and it jiggles with each pat. He squeezes one into his hand and you smirk tiredly, “‘sup, big guy?”

Your voice after waking up is always so sexy. Rindou finds himself growing hot when he sees your half-lidded eyes peering up at him through your lashes. It's not the first time yet it makes his palms clammy and breath stuttering.

He feels like a teenage boy again.

"Sakiya's next door. Taku-chan is over too." He clears his throat while taking a quick peep at your soft lips. "So?"

"Whole day free." He flashes you a boxy smile that always makes you laugh and you chuckle into the pillow. "Okay."

Rindou helps you regain your senses first before softly tugging you from the bed. You hum confusedly and he nods his head to the window.

"Weather's nice. Let's go out."

That afternoon, Rindou heads to the car storage unit he rented somewhere in Akihabara and drives out his adored GTR he used to flaunt around when he was younger. You sit in the passenger -- your seat, or your throne, as Ran liked to call it -- as he drives you both over to Ginza for shopping the whole day.

Rindou buys you whatever you touch and feel and smile at. You insist you don't need them but in the end you still happily swiped his card and walked out the luxury stores with thick, nice-feeling paper bags worth at least ¥200,000 in them anyway.

You're especially hoarding at the bag of Mikimoto when he offered to help you hold your stuff. "I'll hold this." You dump the heavy bags of Burberry, Issey Miyake and Cartier in his hands and he lets you off with a smirk. You simply rush off to the next store with a blush.

It's dinner time when you pouted at him that you were hungry after a whole day of shopping and he doesn't tell you a thing about your next destination despite your very annoying questions until you start to notice the familiar road he's taking and soon, you see the beautiful skyline of the city you have long loved emerge.

You are back in Roppongi.

You admire the scenery you have deemed precious since you were young through the tinted windows and he observes you from the corner of his eyes. "It's changed a lot here." You murmur and he hums. You haven't been back here in ages.

The growing buildings and skyscrapers, the pretty night neon lights flashing brightly and you see so many people having the time of their lives.

It makes you feel so nostalgic.

When Rindou parked his car at a familiar sidewalk, you hurriedly exit the car and slam the heavy door shut before running over to the busy man who is still there after all these years.

"Taka-jii!"

A man in his early 60s looks up from the pot of stew he's cooking with wide eyes when he hears a mature yet so familiar feminine voice yelling at his nickname. A nickname he hasn't heard since a very long, long time ago.

Everyone else simply calls him Takabe or Ji-chan. And only one person ever calls him that.

He immediately grins when your coat-covered body waddles over to him with a bright smile.

"Taka-jii, I'm here!"

Takabe-san, or Taka-jii as you liked to call him, is the old man who runs the night ramen stall you and Rindou both frequented when you were still teenagers. Takabe-san was younger back then, of course.

"いらしゃいませ！How long has it been, you two?"

"Six years, I suppose." Rindou answers while you're busy snooping around beside Takabe-san behind the stall and grabbing at a lone fresh stick of dango the moment you land your eyes on it. Takabe-san lets you. You've been doing this since you were young and he grins at the flashing memory.

"You wanna know something, girl?" You raise both brows at him while munching on the matcha flavoured one. "I stopped selling dango a few years ago, but something in my head said to sell just one today. I have just made this and you came. Guess this is my answer as to why." He pats your head like a child and you grin.

"It's my daughter's favourite too."

"Good Lord, and you have a kid now? You never told me that!" His eyes flicker to your husband who is smiling brightly while busy searching for a photo of your daughter on his phone to show the man.

You and Rindou spend hours catching up with Takabe-san and finally, when it's time to leave, you hug the man like he is your father. "Food's on me, kiddos." You sniffle at the nickname and he laughs airily with a warm arm around your shoulder. "Go on! Don't cry. Jii-chan will always be here when you guys come, now that's a promise from me, alright?"

You two leave with warm hearts.

It's late into the night when Rindou drives you to the spot in Roppongi. Not much people knows about this place other than the two of you, Ran and Miwa, and a few of their other friends.

This spot gives the viewers a very wide scenery of Roppongi and nothing leaves their sight. The Tokyo Tower shines brightly in the night and you sigh happily while leaning your head on Rindou's shoulder.

This place has so many memories. It is the place that you and Rindou first met back in 1999 (both of you 11; he had nothing to do, and you were running away from home), the spot he takes you to whenever you have time to spare, and also the very place he asked you to be his wife.

You run through your memories one by one until Rindou breaks the silence.

"What was it that I told you the day I decided I wanted you together with me, for life?"

He's referring to the time he proposed to you.

Just a simple work night sitting on the hood of his previous Mazda, both of you still clad in your professional clothes with you in between his lap rambling about a bad day at work and he decides to shut you up with a very pretty ring to your finger that you have never once taken off since.

You cried like a baby the entire night.

"Hmm, dunno. What did you tell me?" You trace along the ink on his forearm with a teasing voice. You remember exactly what it was. You just want to play with him a little while longer.

"You tell me." He intertwines his fingers with yours.

"You said you'll take care of me forever. You want me for life. And you'll be always here when-" "-you need someone to depend on. I am yours. Please trust me. I love you."

Rindou kisses your crown.

"And that's exactly what I'm doing now, no?"

You nod. The waterworks come next.

"Crying again?" He teases and you bite his forearm with a sniffle. It doesn't even hurt because your lips are trembling. "You're a crybaby, mama. Sakiya gets your attitude, you know that?"

It's okay. I'll be here to wipe your tears away then.

"Asshole. Stop making me cry." You blink away the tears and he cups your face in his palms. Two thumbs move to swipe them away and he coos gently.

"Depend on me." Rindou noses at your chin softly, "I'm here." and lands a peck on your jawline.

"Okay."

And you spend what feels like an eternity kissing him. You hear fireworks going off somewhere in the city but neither of you break the kiss to look up at it. You chose to relish in the euphoric moment and neither of you regret it one bit.

"We'll be fine."

You hear it and smile.

When it ends, you both start whispering. Whispering like two little children who are sharing secrets. You whisper to him things like the past events that has happened at this exact spot so many years ago. Rindou whispers back his hidden motives when he lured you here one day in the middle of the night with an excuse saying he has something to give you when really, all he wanted was to just see your pretty face.

And he did give you something, though. A very shiny and expensive necklace that he won't tell you how he got while he clips it around your neck. It still hangs on the jewellery stand sitting on your dresser to this day.

(Rindou bought it by saving up cash from doing gigs at random clubs in Roppongi over the course of three months. The necklace was so expensive even Ran wouldn't buy it for himself. But Rindou did, for you.)

"It's our anniversary soon."

"Yeah." He thinks about the three two-way tickets to Taoyuan Airport stored in a folder neatly and hidden in the drawer of his desk with a lock.

"What are we doing this year?"

This year. The most recent year out of 20. That's how long you've been together. 7 years of marriage and 13 years of relationship.

You're never too old to love.

God, how Tokyo Manji Gang's Haitani Rindou have dreamt of a life like this. If you were to tell his younger self that in 15 years or so, he'll be holding his wife in bed every night with a daughter asleep next door at home, he'd laugh in your face and call you a fool.

"It's a secret."

"Oooooh, you have sum' planned, don'tcha?" Your accent slips and he laughs when you pinch his cheeks, "sneaky guy. What is it?" He pats your thighs.

"'Said it's a secret." "Okay. So what is it?"

He clicks his tongue. "You're so annoying." He tickles you subtly and you flinch away from his hands, though your arms don't let go of his neck. "You're annoying for not telling me."

"It's a secret! How can I tell you now?" He frowns while gripping your waist. "You can tell me! 'M not gon' do anythin' 'bout it."

"Then das' no surprise anymore."

Your teenage boy is back. The stupid boy who can't lie or keep secrets to save his life.

". . . A surprise, huh?"

You mind player.

". . . 'M not gon' speak anymore."

"Baby!"

At just a short distance away is another pair of visibly young couple sitting on the hood of the guy's modified Honda Civic. They both gape with amused and longing eyes at the married couple's banter while sipping on some cheap Lawson beer.

"Will we get to have this, Chishiya-kun?" The girl tugs on her boyfriend's jacket.

"You want it?" He asks.

"Yeah, I want it." She answers.

"I'll give it to you." He kisses her hand.

Though faint, you heard them two loud and clear.

And it reminded you of the conversation you had with Rindou at their same exact spot 17 years ago, both of you in your highschool uniforms at the ripe age of 18 sitting on the hood of Rindou's GTR with so much love to give and ready hearts to explore the world together.

"I really like you, Rindou."

"You told me that 3 years ago."

"And I really want to be with you. Forever."

He says nothing but puts down his can of beer at the side and slips out one of his many rings. But when you look closer, you realise it is the ring his mother gave him when he was a baby. Ran has one, too, but the design is different.

And he looks at it a little, admiring it before he slips it on to your fourth finger with a blush. The ring looks prettier on you than it is on him.

There wasn't any hesitation in his actions.

"Okay. Wait for me. I'll make more money and get a proper ring. Til' then, wait for me, babe."

Rindou speeds over to Musashi Shrine at 8pm after a curt notice with the engine of his GTR echoing through the night. The people gathered there are instantly aware of his arrival and makes way as he holds your hand tight and walks up to a confused Mikey, an awkward Takemichi, a quiet Draken and a shocked Chifuyu.

Though aware that Rindou is not available for grabs and has a girlfriend on the down-low, none of them have ever met you before and you shy away under their serious gazes. You see the girl you recognise as Kawaragi Senju gape at your figure. "She's so pretty." You hear her mumble to a smiley Tachibana Hinata with Sano Emma beside them grinning. You instantly blush and Shiba Yuzuha not so discreetly snaps a quick photo of you and Rindou.

Ran is equally as confused as Mikey because he doesn't know what Rindou is doing. You shake your head at him, mouthing the words "I don't fuckin' know." and Izana and Shion laughs, "What's this lil' shit up to now?"

Haitani Rindou of the Eighth Division quit Tokyo Manji Gang on the very same day.

And today, both of you at 35 with a daughter at home together, hugs and sways each other under the bright moonlight as you whisper your affection to one another.

Only dear Heavens would know how much the two of you love and mean to each other.

It makes him angry sometimes that people underestimate him when it comes to you, but you're always there to sooth it away with a soft voice.

"It's okay. It's nice when it's something only we both know. It's just us."

You hug Rindou like he is the force that holds all the atoms in you together.

Without him you'd crumble to nothing.

"I love you."

Rindou hugs you like you're the very last thing he has in the world.

He'll never let you go.

"I love you too."

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konohadaddies · 5 months ago

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While Hakai had noticed the way Sasuke's gaze had slipped to his hand on Bakusaiga, he was more impressed at the man's awareness than upset by him checking. There were many that thought once someone was believed to be a friend that they could be trusted without question. With the ease of disguise that the shinobi possessed, Hakai could never imagine going off someone's looks alone to decide their trustworthiness. Thankfully it was almost impossible to trick his nose.

The demon had to fight back a smirk of amusement at Sasuke's vague agreement in regards to his hounds; it wasn't much of a shock the man didn't know them since they mainly interacted strictly with the Inuzuka.

"I can sympathize with that." Even if his own boredom grew from the complete opposite of Sasuke's. He missed being on the hunt, letting his instincts guide him into finding the proper prey for his desires of the moment. "It can be hard to handle when things change and one is forced to adjust to something that has never been their normal before." Hakai sighed softly, eyes flicking up to the sky. "Time changes all." Whether one wished it to or not.

Out of habit, Sasuke's attention darted to Hakai's leisurely placement before it returned to the road ahead, not wanting to make a fuss about it.

" Oh right, them, " he acknowledges, partially lying. His memory didn't serve him at all, especially now.

" All the time, " Sasuke admits, " I never imagined a life where I didn't feel stalked and hunted around every corner, and now with that ' thrill ' gone, I have nothing to do with myself. It's maddening. " Normally, he wouldn't confide such things, but his conversation partner here looks like he could understand the sentiment without giving the Uchiha an unwanted earful.

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francisjohnpatrickmulcahy · 5 months ago

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Okay different poll because I'm confused about canon.

This remains my pinned post, so info and a small DNI under the cut

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Not a lot of original content here, it's as it says on the tin: Father Mulcahy Echochamber. Mostly queued reblogs of whatever I find and want to stuff into the echochamber.

But I did make this silly thing:

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I have no gods and no shame of saying whatever affectionate/appreciative/horny things I want about a fictional character who happens to be a priest. Hierophilia, plain and simple. If that's a problem, this space isn't for you.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year ago

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Meet Me In The Hallway, Chapter Eight:

pairing: frankie morales x f!oc (Dylan Jones)

rating: E (18+ only, oral (m&f rec), come play/eating?, unprotected piv but really just like c!warming?, mostly just a bunch of dad!frankie fluff)

wc: 3.3k

series masterlist | frankie masterlist

“I’m going to Disney, I’m going to Disney, I’m going to—“

“Drive me crazy,” Frankie mumbled under his breath as he carried his five year old on his hip out to the car, her sparkly pink Mickey ears already on.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s for breakfast, daddy?” Rina asked as Frankie set her in her booster seat and buckled her in as Dylan came outside and lugged her suitcase behind her.

“Sure,” he said, placing her favorite blanket over her lap before giving her his tablet in hopes of distracting her from the road-trip ahead of them.

“Frankie, could you—“

Frankie was over in an instant, taking Dylan’s suitcase from her so that he could lift it into the trunk of the SUV.

“Is that everything?” he asked, resting one hand on the opened latch of the trunk and the other on his hip.

“Think so,” she replied with a small smirk growing on her lips at the sight of him standing there in full dad-on-vacation mode. “I heard talk of McDonald’s?”

Frankie laughed and nodded, the two of them moving away from the car so that he could shut the door. Leading her over to the passenger side, he opened her door for her and watched her climb in, chancing a tap on her ass that was thankfully met with a giggle.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Morales,” she grinned, letting him close her door before walking around the hood to the driver’s side and hopping in.

“Alright, ladies. McDonald’s?” Frankie asked as he started the car and checked his rearview mirrors.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah—“ Rina went on with a new song to drive Frankie crazy with, his head shaking as Dylan turned to him with a laugh.

“Put some music on,” he commanded gently, showing her how to use his stereo’s bluetooth setup before backing out of the driveway. “Only way to shut her up for the next two hours.”

“Rina, what do you wanna hear?” Dylan asked, turning in her seat to talk to the little girl who was busy playing a game on her father’s tablet.

“Ummmmmmmm…Moana!” she decided, giving Dylan a bright smile.

“Coming right up.”

Frankie couldn’t help his smile as Dylan queued up half of the Moana soundtrack without a care in the world, the two of them singing “How Far I’ll Go” at the top of their lungs all the way to McDonald’s.

“Alright,” Frankie chuckled as he pulled into the drive-thru line, turning the dial to silence the music. “What do you beauties want?”

“I want a McGiggle,” Rina said. “And orange juice.”

“A McGiggle?” Frankie chuckled. “McGriddle, baby. And okay, do you want a hashbrown too?”

“Duh,” she said, earning another chuckle as Frankie turned to Dylan, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.

“What about you, baby?” Dylan flushed at the term of endearment and rested her hand on top of his.

“I’ll take a McGriddle and orange juice, too. No hashbrown, though.” Frankie gave her an offended look, tugging his hand dramatically from her to rest over his heart.

“How dare you?” Dylan laughed and reached for his hand, bringing it back to her lap. “This is a watershed moment for us. No hashbrown?”

“I just don’t like ‘em,” she giggled. “I like all other versions of potatoes—well, not tater tots—“

“Too close to a hashbrown,” he guessed and she nodded. “Well, I guess I can overlook this one flaw.”

After grabbing their food, the trio headed out onto the interstate with Disney music as the score for their journey. Dylan’s fingers were laced with his, his eyes constantly flickering to watch her as she sang along to the music, her eyes scanning their passing surroundings with a content smile. Unable to stop himself, he lifted their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of hers just to watch her smile.

“This was a good idea,” he said softly, smiling at her. “Rina’s so happy, I’m so happy.”

“I’m so happy, too,” she cooed, running her free hand over his forearm. “Can’t wait to see her meet Mickey and Minnie. She couldn’t shut up about them last night.”

Frankie thought back to the night prior, the Disney movie marathon/slumber party Rina insisted on forcing the three of them to sleep on the sectional in the living room. Rina chose to cuddle up with Dylan rather than her father, but he wasn’t hurt by it in the slightest. In fact, the sight of the two of them snuggled up together actually almost brought him to tears.

Rina never had a mother, only a grandmother who tried her best to fulfill that spot, but now she had someone who was actively trying to be that for her even when Frankie never pressed for it.

“You guys were fucking adorable,” he said. “I took a picture of the two of you cuddled up and snoring without a care in the world for me.”

“You think you don’t snore?” she teased. “Please.”

“It’s charming when I do it,” he smirked. “There’s a certain grace to the way I snore—“

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed before turning the music down. “Ri, your dad said we were snoring last night.”

“Daddy, you snore! Not me,” she said, looking at the back of his head sternly.

“What about Dyllie?” he asked, looking into the rearview mirror.

“She snores too.” Frankie laughed and squeezed Dylan’s thigh until she was giggling and pushing his hand away.

“It’s fine,” he said, rubbing over her leggings to soothe his pinching. “We can snore together and be happy.”

“Sounds good, Morales.”

Rina hadn’t stopped squealing since they put the car in park at the Wilderness Lodge Resort, and for once, Frankie was cheering her excitement on, hoisting her onto his shoulders as they made their way up to the hotel room accompanied by the bellhop in charge of their luggage.

“Daddy, when can we go on rides?” she asked, drumming on her fathers hat.

“I don’t know. You didn’t take a nap on the way here so you might need one,” he said, glancing at Dylan as she walked beside them, the hope of getting her alone for just a minute outweighing his desire to head out to the park.

“I promise I won’t get grumpy, daddy,” she whined, hugging his head in hopes of charming him.

“How about you take a little, tiny nap and then we can go? Just thirty minutes,” he bargained, earning a defeated sigh.

“Fine.”

“Alright, here’s the suite,” Dylan said, pulling out the keycard to unlock the door before turning to the bellhop to give him a tip.

Frankie set Rina down and let her burn some energy out by running around the two-bedroom suite while he helped lug their bags into their respective rooms.

“Daddy, can I share a room with Dyllie?” Rina asked as she jumped on the sofa, making Frankie laugh.

“I don’t know, bebé. I thought me and Dyl would share a room.”

Dylan held in her laugh at the arguing that ensued over who she’d want to share a room with, Frankie’s mini me putting her hands on her hips just like her father always liked to do.

“Dyllie, how about you pick,” Rina said, full of sass.

“I did promise your dad I’d share a room with him,” she said, walking over to scoop her off the couch and onto her hip. “You know how he gets scared of the dark.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, tipping her head onto Dylan’s shoulder. “Okay, daddy. You can have Dyllie.”

Frankie smiled and walked over, stealing his daughter into his arms to carry her off to her bedroom with a kiss on her temple. “Thank you, bebé.”

After making sure Rina was changed into her PJ’s and tucked peacefully into bed with her favorite movie, Moana, playing in the background, Frankie made his way into the living area of the suite, finding Dylan in the other bedroom unpacking her bag onto the spare bed in the room. Walking up behind her, he slid his hands around her waist and hugged her tight to his body, his lips pressing against her shoulder.

“Hey, baby,” he mumbled against her skin.

“Hello,” she purred, reaching back to scratch at his curls. “Rina down?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, letting his hands wander to her hips. “You wanna fool around?”

Dylan laughed, turning around in his arms.

“We don’t have very much time,” she warned with a smile, earning a shrug.

“Enough time to take care of you,” he said. “All I care about.”

“What if I wanted to take care of you?”

“We could do both,” he suggested, leaning in to kiss her softly. “A little 69.”

“Mmm,” she hummed against his lips and nodded, giggling as he pulled away to shut and lock the door. “Eager, are we?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” sighed, returning to her to practically pick her up over his shoulder and throw her onto the bed. Dylan was a giggling mess as he tugged her leggings and panties off and let them fly over his shoulder before stripping himself down. “Rina cockblocked me last night, I’m a desperate, desperate man, baby.”

“Well, come here,” she curled her finger at him, welcoming him between her thighs.

Frankie’s warmth covered her like a blanket, his arms slipping beneath the dip in her spine to hug her close to his chest as he kissed her languidly, his hips rocking slowly into hers. As she parted her lips to let out a moan, he slid his tongue over hers, tasting the sweetness he’d been dreaming about all night and morning.

“You taste so good, baby,” he mumbled against her cheek as his kisses trailed lower, her body covered in chills from the tickle of his beard against her neck.

“Roll over,” she demanded, pulling his face away from her neck to look into his lust drunken eyes. “We don’t have time for you to worship me right now.”

Frankie let out a breath of a laugh and nodded, rolling onto his back while she tugged her shirt over her head and let it drop onto the floor.

“Come have a seat,” he said, gesturing at his face. Dylan chuckled and obeyed, swinging her leg over his head to straddle it while her body draped over his, her cheek resting against the soft curve of his stomach. Frankie palmed the globes of her ass, spreading her open and groaning at the sight of her above him, his cock twitching as he pulled her down onto his tongue and tasted her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against her heat, pulling a soft moan from her chest as the tip of his tongue made careful but firm circles around her swollen bud. “So sweet, baby.”

Gripping his throbbing length in her hand, she squeezed him at the base just to feel him moan against her, the sensation making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Jesus, Frankie,” she sighed, warmth already spreading from her center down her thighs and up her spine. Stroking him, she lowered her tongue to collect the bead of arousal that leaked over his thick head, causing him to squeeze where he was gripping her ass, his hips bucking up to try and press into the warmth of her mouth. “Your dick is so fucking pretty, baby. Could have you in my mouth all day long.”

“Shit,” he groaned, pulling his mouth away from her to voice his plea. “Suck it, baby. Please.”

Dylan could feel herself weep onto his tongue at the desperation in his voice, a wanton moan slipping from her lips as she eagerly obeyed, taking him into her mouth.

Frankie groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she worked her way deeper and deeper down his thick length until she was gagging on it and stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. While some men might have been content to sit there and relish in the pleasure, her skill only made Frankie try even harder to bring her to the same heights she was bringing him, and judging by the way her thighs were shaking around his head it seemed as though his efforts were paying off.

Pulling off of him with a pop just to stroke his slick cock in her hand, Dylan’s hips started to grind down on their own accord, chasing the high that was right there.

“Frankie, baby,” she whined. “I’m so fucking close, don’t stop.”

“Me too,” he panted in between sucks to her clit.

Dylan lowered her lips back to his cock, sucking and stroking in tandem just to hear him whine beneath her.

“Baby—” he warned, cutting himself off by bringing his tongue back to her. Dylan felt her entire body tensing with her impending release and pulled off of him again with a whine.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she moaned, stroking him in her palm, the slick squelch of her palm against his thick shaft filling the room. Frankie’s toes started to curl and Dylan’s thighs attempted to clamp shut as they both reached their highs at the same time, trying to remain as quiet as possible. “Fuck, Frankie.”

She watched as his release poured over the head of his cock and onto her fist while she continued to pump him, her mouth watering at the sight. Lifting herself off of him and flipping herself around to face him, she lined him up with her entrance and surprised him by sinking down to his base and keeping him there while she licked her hand clean.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he panted, keeping his eyes locked on hers as she took each finger into her mouth and sucked off his release with a sinful smile, his cock throbbing inside of her as her walls twitched around him. “I think you just killed me.”

Dylan smiled, sated and completely relaxed as she leaned forward to lay her head against his chest while he drew lines up and down her back.

“You took the whole happiest place on earth thing literally,” he joked, earning a rumble of laughter.

“Had to start our first trip together off right,” she mumbled against his skin as she pressed soft kisses to his chest. “Do you think we were too loud?”

“Nah,” he said, breathing in a sharp breath as she lifted herself off of him and climbed off the bed. He watched her walk away to the en-suite, admiring the jiggle of her backside for a second before he was standing up and joining her in the bathroom.

“Quick shower then wake up the princess?” Dylan asked as she turned the water on, Frankie’s arms hugged her waist from behind while he nodded.

After the couple had showered off their romp, they woke Rina up and got her dressed in her first costume of the trip: a Belle dress with a matching tiara that her grandmother had bought for her just a few months before her passing. Frankie was choked up over the sentimental meaning of it, keeping his daughter in his arms or on his lap as they rode the Monorail from the hotel to the Magic Kingdom park.

Dylan couldn’t help but fill her camera roll with pictures of them smiling and laughing together or tender moments when Frankie couldn’t help but to kiss his daughter’s temple and squeeze her tight. Rina, oblivious to her father’s emotional state, eventually started to groan at his affection, and Frankie being the understanding man he was begrudgingly agreed to give her some space, letting her sit in her own seat to watch the passing sights while he leaned his head on Dylan’s shoulder with a childlike pout.

“My baby’s growing up,” he said, earning a coo and Dylan’s arms wrapped around him to console him. “She doesn’t want me to be all mushy anymore.”

“She’s just excited,” she reassured, kissing his forehead. “I’m sure tonight she’ll be climbing into bed to snuggle with you.”

“We’ll see,” he said, still frowning as he sat upright and turned to his daughter, her face alight at the world around her. “She’s just too cute. How am I supposed to not want to squish her little face?”

Dylan laughed and reached to hold his hand, her thumb rubbing gentle strokes against his skin. “She looks so happy.”

“I know,” he smiled, turning to his girlfriend. “I’m happy too. Being here with the two of you is the best vacation I could ask for, even if our wallets are going to be aching after this weekend.”

“I love you,” she cooed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m more than happy to drain my bank account to be here with my favorite people in the world.”

After a long day of riding rides and staying late enough at the park to watch the fireworks, Dylan and Frankie found themselves slugging back to the hotel with Rina fast asleep in Dylan’s arms, her head nestled on her shoulder.

“I could take her,” Frankie offered as they walked through the lobby to the elevator. “I know she gets heavy when she sleeps.”

“No, I don’t wanna wake her up,” she said, giving him a sleepy but sincere smile. “She looks so peaceful.”

“She’s gonna sleep like a rock tonight,” he said, pressing the button to the elevator with the hand that wasn’t carrying the bag full of Rina’s new stuffed animals. “I don’t know about you but I’m fucking exhausted, baby.”

“I am too,” she yawned. “Maybe we can save our plans for the morning?”

“Or the middle of the night,” he winked.

“That works too,” she chuckled and leaned back against the wall of the elevator while Frankie’s phone chimed in his pocket. She watched him pull it out, read the message, and frown at whatever it said, piquing her concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Santi…texting me some bullshit about wasting money,” he sighed, locking his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket before letting his head fall back against the wall. “He thinks he’s my fucking dad.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know why he’s so concerned about what you’re doing with your life and your money and your family,” she said, trying to keep her voice soft so as to not disturb the sleeping angel in her arms.

“He just thinks I owe him what he deems success because he was there for me during the hard times,” he said. “But I’m not the same guy I was even a year ago, you know? I…have new dreams and plans and—I just wish he’d give me some fucking credit. I may not be where he wants me to be, but I’m doing okay.”

“And it’s not like he’s making six figures,” she added. “He manages a fucking body shop.”

Frankie let out a breath of a chuckle and nodded. “Don’t say that to him, you’ll bruise his ego.”

“Maybe it needs some bruising,” she shrugged. “I just don’t like that he’s on your ass like this when you’re doing fine. You pay all your bills, you take care of your daughter, who fucking cares if you take a little trip after the year you’ve had?”

Frankie gave her an adoring frown as the elevator reached their floor, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“I’m so glad you came into my life, Dylan,” he said, pressing his lips to her head. “Into our life.”

“I love being in your life. Both of you guys. I…it feels like I won the most insane and best prize in the world here,” she said, leaning against the doorframe of their room while Frankie unlocked it with a grin.

“We’re both winners,” he smiled, meeting her eyes. “I love you, Dylan.”

“I love you, Frankie.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #frankie morales smut #frankie morales #frankie morales triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x oc #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fluff #mmith

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konohadaddies · 5 months ago

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Shikaku would never push Shikamaru to join him if the younger man ever said no, but the boy was also old enough now it'd be rude not to offer to share. Maybe that was really only something him, Inoichi, and Chouza had decided on, but it was habit.

"I find a couple help." Though his words were a bit wry, he was also smiling as he lifted his cup up for another drink. He tried to make sure he wasn't over doing it on the alcohol, but also knew that it took a few cups at night to relax his leg enough to sleep since the meds they had tried had kept making him sick. These days it was a couple cups of sake and a pipe of weed to let him eat and sleep.

As much as Shikaku wished he could offer his son comfort, claim that his leg was getting better, it would be a lie. Which he had promised Shikamaru he would avoid outside of anyone's safety or confidence. Sighing heavily, he tipped his cup up again finishing it off and took the few seconds of setting it down to gather his words. "There's good and bad days." Today was one of the bad days.

@konohadaddies / Shikaku. Continued… x.

“Hmm..” The younger Nara stood there with his hands in his pockets and watched his father for a moment before he gave in and slouched down right beside him, taking the bottle and poured some for himself.

“You know I don’t drink that much… But I guess one can’t hurt. – To You, I’m glad you’re alive.” He smirked, raised the cup and then drank it.

Shikamaru put the cup down and leaned back, slid down slightly in his seat and nudged Shikaku’s leg with his own. “How’s the leg? Worse- Better- Same?”

#narasnooze #~~Shadow Daddy Speaks~~ [Shikaku Thread]#Post war au #Good and Bad Days; Shikaku #~~Daddy's Busy~~ [Queued]

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She taps him on the shoulder, it was already late when she was leaving. “Dinner? My treat.” (Shikaku)

As much as people expected him to be jumpy, most Shinobi were to a degree, Shikaku simply looked over his shoulder to look back at the Hokage. He'd already set the night wards a couple of hours ago and had trusted they would alert him to anyone strange entering the building. Offering a slight smile, the Nara nodded easily. "Sounds good...anywhere in particular?"

#ladytsunadehime #~~daddy's busy~~ [queued]#~~Shadow Daddy Answers ~~ [Shikaku Answers]

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xoxiu · 1 year ago

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter five table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

"Thank you for joining me, y/n."

You looked up from your tea, giving Jungkook a soft smile. The two of you grew very close recently, often going on little dates to the various small restaurants around Seoul. This one, in particular, was your favorite- it was all cute and pink and had amazing decorations to take photos with. Jimin had introduced you to the small cafe, as it was a favorite of his.

Sometimes the other members would join the two of you for lunch, but Jungkook was always there. Every Tuesday at 13:00, you'd get a text from him telling you to meet him outside. He would wait for you no matter the weather, and greet you with a small and a side hug. You would never admit it, but you found the way he treated you attractive. How consistent it was, how he would even be slightly dressed up, how he always listened deeply to you and actively engaged in conversations- it was everything you needed.

Jungkook was a gentleman.

"I think this should be the last snow of the season," Jungkook remarked as the two of you exited the building. "Spring is coming soon- it's almost April."

"I hope so," you said, staring up at the snow gracefully falling towards the earth. A small flake landed on the tip of your nose. "I love spring. It feels like new beginnings."

Jungkook's hand brushed yours, and you moved your hand away out of instinct. You looked down at his hand, and then up at his face. He blushed from the bitter cold before meeting your eyes. This time, he grabbed your hand with purpose and continued the walk back as if nothing happened.

"Jungkook," you quietly protested, but never let go of his hand. "Someone could see."

"Let them."

You kept looking around to see if someone was watching, but everyone around you kept moving along with their day. No one paid the two of you any mind. You looked down at your feet and blushed.

The comeback was only a week away. Every day felt painfully long and busy, yet time always seemed to fly by. There just weren't enough hours in the day to do everything that you wanted. You sat in the lounge alone, now lovingly dubbed your 'office' by your coworkers because you were the only one to ever be there. They all knew you would be in there, so coworkers were always in and out asking you questions. Of course, you would always answer them and have a quick chat with a smile, but once they left your demeanor would switch. Working a more corporate-type job always left you wondering why some conversations couldn't have just been an email. Human interaction wasn't always necessary.

The schedule for today had been posted. By 11:00 you needed to upload the teaser music video for BTS' new single from the album. You thanked whoever created the queue feature for most social media sites, allowing you to automatically post something right on time with ease. Having to have all social posts on different sites go up at the same time without it was stressful.

After queuing everything up to post, you leaned back on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment to just breathe. Your eyes soon grew heavy as you went in and out of consciousness. Namjoon looked down at his phone. He grew more and more concerned and worried as you continued to miss his calls. After the fifth attempt, he began walking to the lounge he knew you were in.

He could see you through the window as he walked up to the door. You were curled up on the couch in the fetal position. Namjoon could tell you were out cold- completely dead to the world. He quietly opened the door, tiptoeing his way over to you.

Gently, he shook your shoulder to try to wake you. You groaned in protest before suddenly realizing you fell asleep. Your eyes snapped open and you shot up from the couch.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh my god, what time is it?" You asked, shaking your computer mouse to wake your laptop. The screen lit up with notifications of missed meetings and the current time- 13:32.

You had missed lunch with Jungkook.

"Woah, calm down," Namjoon sat down next to you, putting a reassuring arm over your shoulder. You tensed up but eventually relaxed into it. You just needed the grounding the new weight on your shoulders gave you.

"It's fine. You've done enough work today," Namjoon kept trying to calm you down, your heartbeat slowly going back to normal along with your breaths.

"I had a meeting with Jungkook at-"

"I know, I know. He's busy with dance practice right now." Namjoon removed his arm and stood up. "I think you should go home and rest. You did well. I'll walk you home."

Namjoon had such a calming presence, you thought to yourself. It was in the tone he spoke in as well as his words. He was much older and wiser than you, and out of anyone you took his advice to heart. While he looked intimidating on the outside, he had the purest heart and wisest soul.

"You work too hard," Namjoon stated as the two of you walked through the building. "With the comeback and all, I think we all need a good rest once it's all done."

"You're one to talk," you said, lightly elbowing Namjoon in the side. "I think you guys are overworked. Once the album comes out, my workload lightens. You seven still have performances, concerts, and a world tour after."

Namjoon chuckled at your statement. He knew it was hard and stressful, especially with the tour coming up in May, but it was nothing they hadn't done before. You, on the other hand, were completely new to this. While school taught you social media marketing, they never taught you just how stressful it would be managing the social media accounts for the most famous idol group in the world. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

The weather finally seemed to liven up the past few days. The air was no longer bitter cold, snow no longer littered the ground, and you could see the sprouts of future flowers. It smelt fresh outside, and you just felt an overwhelming sense of joy from the changing of the seasons.

You lead Namjoon down to your basement studio apartment. From the look on his face, he was rather shocked at just how tiny the space was. There was just enough room for the two of you to comfortably stand in the kitchen together.

"Thank you for walking me home, Joon." You smiled at him as you sat down on your sofa bed. The older man just continued to look around at your barren apartment.

"You know, you can stay at my place anytime you'd like," he offered, doing a double take when he spotted the molding kitchen counters. "I'm rarely there, and it has a beautiful view of the Han River."

"Oh, thank you," you said and politely declined his offer. You don't know what you would have done with a huge apartment, and you felt like staying in his apartment would just be too kind of him. You had a place to sleep and live, and you were happy.

"Or just come visit the dorm again- you're always welcome there."

Many nights now you had crashed on their couch, usually after a long night of gaming and drinking. Occasionally you would do something work-related, like film videos or discuss future posting schedules. One time, you had to sit in on a livestream alone to make sure everything went smoothly. You usually had a partner with you, but the late-night, post-show live was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Namjoon ruffled your hair before leaving. You smiled at the door after his exit.

You had been working at HYBE for about six months now. In six months, you managed not to be fired, get a promotion, and make seven amazing friends. How lucky could you be? Namjoon was like a smart and kind older brother. Seokjin and Hoseok were so, so silly yet somehow maintained a level of strictness and authority. You could always rely on Yoongi to give you unbiased opinions as well as just someone to listen to your problems without judgment. Taehyung and Jimin always managed to get you out of your shell whether you liked it or not. And Jungkook, he especially made you feel wanted.

Jungkook. Whenever you thought of him, something inside you fluttered. He had always quite literally looked at you differently than the others. His eyes never seemed to leave you, and whenever your eyes would meet you'd have to look away with a blush. He knew what he wanted from you, and you think you know as well.

You all were just friends, of course, but you couldn't help but think deeply about their actions. What exactly were their intentions? You closed your eyes with a sigh. In your mind, you pictured them. Their eyes, mouths, hands. You became intimate with them over the months, kilometers more than what an employee relationship should be. It wasn't your fault you thought so deeply about their every move, wondering if there could be something more.

A college friend of yours from America had multiple boyfriends while in school, and they were all aware of each other. It was abnormal, but everyone seemed happy and fulfilled in the relationship. Polyamory, she had called it. You couldn't help but picture yourself in her position- seven boyfriends who all loved and cared for you. No matter what you looked like, or what you did, they just wanted you for you.

You wanted to feel wanted.

You wanted their wandering touches, their reassurances, their love. You craved it. Never once had a man looked at you with desire and love, making you feel less than the other girls who had perfect bodies, perfect personalities, and perfect men. Just once, you wanted to feel what unconditional love meant.

A tear slowly rolled down the side of your face. In your heart and mind, you knew they didn't think of you like that. You were just a staff member to them, a friend at most.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #bts little space #first love of late spring

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lale-txt · 2 years ago

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❀ prettiest little blossom w/ Uta, Shanks & F!S/I (found family)

a/n: the happiest birthday to my dear @pebbsie ♡ i queued this so hopefully you'll wake up to this little surprise! when you told me about this idea i knew immediately that i wanted to write it for you. hope you'll enjoy reading it! i'm so weak for that little family of yours. love you lots and sending you many hugs & smooches! happy, happy birthday, dear!

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Chloris could feel the curious pair of eyes lingering on her long before she spotted the red and white shock of hair in between the flowerbeds. She smiled over the friendly intrusion and put down the small watering can before she got up from her knees, wiping her hands on the apron around her waist. Her gaze softened when she leaned over, taking a peak at the little girl squatting in a sea of white camellias.

“My pretty little blossom”, she cooed and reached out to rest a hand on top of the girl’s head, Uta leaning into her touch like a tiny housecat. “Were you hiding in here?” “You seemed busy, mom. I didn’t want to disturb you”, the child pouted. Big eyes looked up to Chloris and she could feel her heart soften once again. She could never resist the charm of the little one – she didn’t want to, this was her daughter after all. They might not be related by blood, but it was faith which brought them together, wrapping its red strings around them so tightly. It’s been a year almost and ever since her love for Uta only grew with every day passing by.

“Come here”, she said, her voice soft, and picked the girl up, embracing her in a way only a mother could. Uta nestled her face in the crook of Chloris’ neck, melting into the warm hug as she clings to her with no intentions of ever letting go. When Chloris started rubbing her back gently, Uta would have started purring if she could; she was content and happy in her mom’s arms.

“Do you want to help me water the garden?”

Uta’s face lit up and she nodded eagerly, peppering her mother with kisses on the cheeks. She always loved being in the garden with Chloris, enjoying the calming presence of the herbalist in the midst of a rowdy crew – who she all loved dearly, they were her family after all – but sometimes all she yearned for was her mother’s touch and her gentle, encouraging words. Chloris rolled Uta’s sleeves up carefully after she put her down, giggling over the enthusiasm that was written all over the girl’s face when she was running off to fill the watering can.

They started with a flowerbed rich in red, pink and white colors. Chloris instructed Uta gently on how much water the camellias needed, keeping a close eye on her and praising her when she did a great job, putting a big smile on Uta’s lips.

“Did you know that camellias have different meanings, depending on their color?” Uta shook her head and scooted closer, listening eagerly when Chloris cupped different blossoms with her elegant hand. “See the white ones you just hid in? Their meaning is ‘You’re adorable’ which I can only agree with.” She laughed and playfully tapped Uta’s nose, making the girl snicker. “The pink ones stand for longing while the red ones… well, you could say ‘You’re a Flame in My Heart’.”

Uta sticked out her tongue at the cheesy meaning, but then gazed up to her mother again. “Sounds like something daddy would say when he kisses you, mom.” Chloris raised an eyebrow and then laughed again, surprised by the wittiness of the little kid. She sure had a sharp mind and knew her father inside out. It’s as if she saw that Shanks was a romantic at heart, murmuring the sweetest words into Chloris’ ears any given time of the day, hopelessly in love with his fiancée.

“What are those, mom?” Uta pointed to the next flowerbed with similar colors but differently shaped blossoms. “Carnations”, Chloris replied and reached for one to put it behind Uta’s ear. “They have various meanings but one of them is mother’s love.” Uta’s eyes widened and she looked back and forth between the carnations and Chloris, one hand feeling for the flower she just placed on her. “Now I look as pretty as you, mom!” Chloris chuckled and pulled the little girl into a hug, tiny arms wrapping around her neck. “Out of all flowers you’re the prettiest little blossom anyway.”

Uta squeezed her mother even tighter, almost vibrating in joy over her praise. She was a child raised by pirates who was unafraid and clever, and just like her father she’s drawn to kindness; radiating around Chloris as if she was the sun. She still remembered the soft hands that nurtured her back to health. Her wish to never have to let go of them came true when Chloris joined the crew and set sail with them. Ever since not a day passed by where Uta didn’t sing for her mother, making up new songs for her and learning the ones Chloris’ remembered hearing from her mother, passed down to a future generation. And at night, when they sang a lullaby together, Uta wished to the stars that they’ll always and forever be together.

“Knew I’d find you two here.”

A pair of strong arms embraced mother and daughter, pulling them close to a broad and familiar chest. Shanks placed a kiss on top of their heads, hugging his little family close. Uta’s protests about how she’s getting squished between them get muffled and are immediately forgotten when both her parents placed a kiss on each cheek of hers, making her grin from ear to ear. Chloris leaned her head against Shanks’ shoulder, gazing up to him lovingly. Having him visit her in the garden always made her heart flutter and the flowers in her hair blossom wide open.

“Mom is teaching me about flowers and their meanings”, Uta explained proudly and told her dad what she just learned about camellias and carnations, always glancing up to Chloris who gives her encouraging nods and a warm smile. She was so proud of that little girl and couldn’t wait to see the strong, fearless and yet kind woman she will grow into; all while wishing she would stay this small forever – a mother’s heart being a little unreasonable maybe, but just hoping for the best for her daughter.

“You’re so clever, my little sweet pea”, Shanks cooed and placed a kiss on Uta’s forehead while ruffling her hair, much to her disgruntlement and Chloris knew she’d have to fix her hairdo for her once again because her father always messed it up. She grinned over the little rituals they’ve made in only under a year of sailing together and she knew there were many, many more to come.

“What’s the name of this one, mom?” Uta pointed to another flowerbed that radiated a strong scent, similar to chrysanthemums. Chloris' eyes followed the outstretched finger and when she realized which flowers her daughter meant, her gaze softened. She placed a kiss on Shanks’ cheek, then one on Uta’s while hugging both of them closer.

“Those are yarrows, my dear. They’re very useful in medicine, Hongo uses them often”, Chloris responds while Uta nods along eagerly. Because Chloris nurtured her back to health with the help of plants and herbs, Uta was very curious about how nature could be used to cure all kinds of illnesses. The yarrows swayed gently in the wind, tiny dots of rainbow colors growing densely packed. “You know what they stand for?” Uta shook her head and peaked up to her dad as if he could know the answer, but he also shook his head and looked at his lover eagerly, a smile curling up on his lips.

“Everlasting love…”

#shanks x oc #shanks x s/i #shanks #uta #one piece x oc #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #platonic fluff

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"I can enable and disable my breathing mechanics." Avon speaks, watching Dr. Chandra closely. "I do not understand why I have the ability to breathe considering I don't have a reason to, but I presume my daddy wanted me to seem human to fool people. It most certainly fooled my new Dad."

He quietly watched Dr. Chandra move his arm, curiously watching the way he twisted and turned. As instructed, he follows his arm movements. Fortunately, he feels no pain or any kind of irregularity that's worth noting.

"I do not feel anything." Avon speaks, continuing to follow his movements. He allows his systems to do a brief scan over his newly attached arm. Everything seems in perfect order, no more infuriating alerts, no more warnings, nothing.

"Thank you, Dr. Chandra." Avon talks as he slowly stops his movements, looking over to Dr. Chandra for confirmation that he followed his instructions correctly. "I haven't been able to move my arm smoothly in a long time."

[ @drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais ]

Dr.Chandra felt simple adoration towards Avon. There was also the urge to protect him, which he quickly turned down, he did not wanted to come off as off-putting or possessive. He still wanted to help though and that he would do.

While Dr.Chandra connected Avon to all sorts of gadgets and cables, he diligently tried to answer all of his questions with the patience of a saint. "Some of them i made myself, yes. For example i built this computer you see in front of you from scratch" He chuckled, kind of proud of his skills after all. While Dr.Chandra was by no means someone who loved to brag, but a certain professional zest couldn´t be denied. The portal gun we used was a gift from a friend though, so that´s not from me. But the stasis chambers over there, are also after my design. Though it took me quite a long while until i managed to get them properly working"

After he had set up Avon, he started the diagnostics program and lifted up the discarded arm that the android held in his hand now. Examining it quickly, he nodded his head and quickly grabbed another device.

"I will tell you more about all of my gadgets down the line, i promise. But for now maybe we should concentrate on your treatment, okay? What i am going to do now is to re-attach your arm, but in a way it won´t fall off again. So please hold still" While doing his work, he closely monitored the screen, using aforementioned gadget to re-connect the arm. A small amount of heat was used to meld the parts together. It would at least stabilize his arm a little bit. The rest would follow after.

After the arm was sort of fixed, he saw the crooked fingers pointing in all kinds of angles. A quick glance over to the screen, a few code combinations later and slowly but surely the fingers came back to a more natural state. "There, at least we got your arm all fixed up. Now these nanites will do the rest, fusing everything together. After this nothing should fall off anymore" He explained, looking at Avon while talking. "How do you feel? Still alright?"

Fixing one more thing, Dr.Chandra was quite happy with the results so far. Everything was going according to plan. "Oh you see, most of them were AI`s without a body at first. The range varies from former spaceship AI´s to former war machines to abused AI´s who were horribly treated by their creators...the list is long. But when we will do the tour through the Sanctuary later on, you will learn more about them bit by bit, don´t worry, Avon."

@reubyrp

#the daddy thing makes me so ugfjmggng but i know i have to commit to the Avon lore #also hi sorry ifs been such a busy time since i returned from sydney 😭😭#dr chandras sanctuary for ais #dr chandra #avon #queued #reu is absent

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historia-vitae-magistras · 1 year ago

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