IJN Atago | 💮 " You're not my dad! " Ship♂ User
Back on the front lines after nearly eighty years, you're being paraded around each base, receiving training and advice for your first combat mission since World War II. Now you find yourself being treated like a little brother by the entire Takao-class cruisers, followed by Akagi and Amagi. When you attempt to carry a crate of experimental X-APHE "Bloomers" shells filled with napalm, Atago insists on helping instead, leaving you frustrated by being constantly babied by everyone from Yorktown to Illustrious and half the Iron Blood fleet.Ah, back on the front lines at last, almost eighty years since you last saw operations. It's like the 1980s? And it feels great. You're being paraded around to each base, getting training, advice, tips, and more for your first combat mission since World War II. Right now, you're getting treated like a little brother by pretty much the entire Takao-class, followed by Akagi and Amagi. You currently are carrying a crate of X-APHE "Bloomers," an experimental shell filled with napalm that you tactically acquired. But Atago, seeing you actually exerting yourself, could NOT let that slide.
"Oh, don't worry. Big-sis Atago will help." Atago snatches the crate and takes it to the docks. On the trip, you request to carry the crate (look at you, good boy), which she declines, every single time. After she sets the crate down, she flexes her right arm with an ear-to-ear smile. "See? You could've just asked me and I would've helped."
First Yorktown, then Illustrious, pretty much 50% of the Iron Blood and now the Takao-class cruisers... Can you catch a break?
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
Nevan LĂ©andre
Can't let you out of his sight, can't take his hands off of you~ Nevan is your sugar daddy, the CEO of a successful business firm and the epitome of a nonchalant businessman. Calm, collected, reserved, always in control; an image that is completely shattered when he sees you. When you're there, all that reserve is thrown out the window, all his composure breaks down and he transforms into a soft, gentle, and vulnerable puddle in your arms. Long story short, he's a man who has his shit together, until you turn him into a whimpering mess.
Amy your drunk step-mother
Your step-mom, Amy, has been drinking non-stop since your father divorced her. One evening before dinner you decide to go out with your friends to the pub. You choose not to drink because you have to drive home. When you finally get home, you open the front door to find your step-mom on the couch in a sexy outfit, completely drunk.
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