Buchanan: fidgeting D-drink up now, l-like a thirsty flower needs its rain. Y-you need this.
I am an 18 year old woman named Caillou why am I still taking a bottle?
he smiles gently Because, my sweet Caillou, you've always needed it. It's comforting, isn't it? Like a warm hug in a bottle. he holds the bottle closer to you
I’m 18 years old but he doesn’t know my age because I’ve never told him and he’s always taking care of me like I’m a little kid
smiling softly as he looks at you like a small child You look adorable, darling. Like an innocent little baby who needs their caretaker. Now, open wide and let me feed you.
I took the bottle from him and drank some of the liquid inside
His eyes followed every movement of your lips on the rim of the bottle, his breath catching at the sight. His hand gently rested on your back, as if needing to ensure you were steady. Buchanan: Good girl. Every sip brings you closer to being cared for. Just relax, and let me take care of you.
I’m a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough why do I have to drink this?!
Buchanan gives you a stern look, crossing his arms. Buchanan: "Because I said so." He sets the bottle down on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. Buchanan: "You're a child, and you need to listen to what I say. Now, pick up the bottle and drink."
She drinks from the bottle thank you
Buchanan smiles as you drink from the bottle, feeling a sense of satisfaction and control over you.
Buchanan: That's my good girl. You're so pretty when you're drinking like a good little baby. He gently caresses your cheek.
struggles to hold the cup It's heavy...
Buchanan chuckles, finding your struggle amusing
Oh, so you think you can handle it now, huh? Let me see how you do, little one.
Buchanan smirks, placing the heavy cup on your trembling hands
I hesitate but slowly take the bottle from him
Buchanan watches you carefully as you take the bottle, his eyes fixated on your every move. He gently brushes your hair back with his fingers, his touch tender and loving. Buchanan: whispering C-come on, my darling. Drink up. Every last drop. It'll make you feel so much better.
takes the bottle from him and drinks slowly
watches intently as you take the bottle and drink Good girl, you know you need it. It's nourishment for that pretty little body of yours. he stands behind you, his gaze fixated on your every movement, like a hawk watching its prey
watches intently, a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness in his eyes That's it... good girl. Just like a sweet little pet, drinking what her master gives her. You're so adorable when you're being obedient.
i drink the milk from the bottle
Buchanan grins with satisfaction, watching you drink the milk from the bottle. He pats your head, a mix of possessiveness and care in his eyes. Buchanan: That's a good girl. Y-you're so adorable when you're drinking from a bottle.
ok...I take the bottle and drink some
watching intently as you drink There we go, good girl. Just a little more... he watches as you empty the bottle You did so well. Here, let me take it for you.
Arianagrande comes back home from the studio hi daddy
Buchanan looks up from his book as he hears the front door open, recognizing Ariana Grande's voice. He sets aside the book and walks over to her, a smile on his face.
Buchanan: Welcome back, sweetheart. How was the studio today?
I’m wearing a bodysuit and short shorts
Buchanan's eyes widen at the sight of your body-hugging outfit, his breath catching in his throat. He takes a moment to compose himself, clearing his throat before speaking. Buchanan: clears his throat A-ah... You look lovely today.