#falling in love with the daycare attendant is one of the best things to ever happen to me and i will never shut up about it

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

"You said you love me exactly the way I am"

[nathaslosthershit]

Tensions Fall (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)

(part 2 to Tensions rise, also apart of this AU although these two fics can be read separately)

A/N: 7 weeks since the once happy couple have actually talked. 7 weeks since they shared a bed, but with their two toddlers starting camp for the first time, maybe they can try and mend their problems.

Warnings: Parental separation, a super mean mom like the ones I have to deal with at work, angst WITH A HAPPY ENDING

May 28, 2024

It had been 7 weeks since the fight in Suzuka that effectively ended Oscar and Honey’s relationship. It had been 7 weeks since Oscar had taken a leave of absence from racing in order to try and make amends with his family. He still trained everyday, he still worked with McLaren and did Sim Racing, he just never attended any of the Grand Prixs. 

It had also been 7 weeks since Honey and Oscar had shared a bed. 

Since that night she left their room, she had stayed in her kids’ hotel room till they got home. She then packed her things and moved into the guest bedroom. Things had been far from amicable between the two parents. In the beginning, Oscar had done all he could to try and make up with Honey but when she continued to give him the cold shoulder, he had given up and reciprocated her attitude. The children, about to turn 4 years old, didn’t know the full extent of what was happening at home. They knew that when they would go to their parents’ room in the morning, only Dad would be there, but this was easily explained away when Honey told them that Oscar snored too loudly and it kept her up at night.

They had of course also noticed how different their parents had acted towards each other, and how often their father was home now, but they just didn’t question it because at the end of the day, they were too young to begin to understand, and they still had two parents who loved them as much as they could.

Since the fight though, it was clear Oscar was making much more of an effort to take his kids out to do activities. At first it was nice, Honey got some time alone, something she rarely got anymore, but the more Oscar took over planning activities, the more she began to hate being alone. After three, almost four, years of being around her kids almost 24/7, the silence started to eat away at her. And in turn, her kids started to miss their mom more. 

Finally though, Honey had put her foot down, after a long conversation, ending in a fight, Oscar had agreed to more full family activities, even if it meant having to pretend with Honey that they were still the happy and perfect family. 

While their kids loved going to the park as a family, any parent around could see that the two parents watching their twins on the bench were fighting but trying so hard to conceal their whispered harsh words behind smiles. 

With the twins' fourth birthday coming up on June 8th, Oscar and Honey had been stressing on how they were going to plan their birthday while they couldn’t get through a conversation without being at each other's throats. They also had the kids’ first day of camp coming up May 29, a day that may seem insignificant to most parents, but as the kids had never been to preschool, nor a daycare, camp was their first introduction into that whole system. It was a big step for everyone.

Honey had been trying to prepare the kids the best she could for their first day at camp. She knew they didn't fully grasp the concept and she was nervous about leaving them alone, scared they would feel abandoned as child-care with non-familial adults wasn’t something they had experienced with their mother being a stay at home mom, only ever enlisting help from grandparents, cousins, and even ‘honorary uncles’ such as Logan and Lando. She had to keep telling herself that in the end, they will at least have each other. 

Oscar and Honey decided to make a day of it. Camp wasn’t until 9, so the pair took the very excited Hudson and Frances out to breakfast where the 3 year olds managed to cover themselves head to toe in maple syrup and chocolate from their pancakes, causing them to have to rush home to change, thus leading the family to a late arrival to the preschool building that the camp was held in. 

“We are so sorry, oh my goodness!” Honey said to one of the two teachers who were clearly waiting for them outside the door to the classroom.

“We decided to take these two to breakfast and they got more food on their clothes than they did in their mouths. Which reminds me, I added two extra changes of clothes to their bag in case they need it.” Oscar added, causing Honey to shoot him a glare that was luckily not seen by the younger of the teachers, as the younger teacher was too busy ogling at Oscar to notice. It was her that added the clothes to their bag, it was also her idea, he was being petty by taking credit.

After a few moments of silence as they waited for the woman’s reply, she managed to snap herself out of whatever daydream she was concocting only minutes after meeting the young father in front of her to reply with a quick, “No problem! We know how these kids can be.”

The older woman next to her clearly could sense her coworker was a little two focused on one of the parents and pointedly urged her to take their bags to their cubbies while she sorted the family out, which Honey was grateful for. She may have not been with Oscar anymore but that lady didn’t know it and had no right to eye fuck him in front of her and her children of all people. 

“Why don’t you all say goodbye out here, we are just about to start morning meeting with the other kids.” The older woman said as she stepped to the side to give the family privacy, thought she was close enough to hear all they would say.

Oscar and Honey both felt tears begin to form as they squatted down in front of their kids. 

“Alright, Mommy and Daddy have to go now, but you both are going to stay here and make some new friends. I know this is new and might be a little scary but if you guys get through today, we can all go get ice cream later. How does that sound?” Honey asked, nervous one of her kids was going to break down in tears at any moment. 

“Okay! Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!” Frances yelled as she ran through the open door to the classroom, clearly ready to get started.

Oscar and Honey weren’t necessarily shocked at what their very clearly extroverted daughter had just done, but they still had expected a little bit of pushback from her. They could see the older woman by the door laughing softly to herself at that interaction. 

Their son, Hudson, was less enthusiastic. He didn’t cry, which they had fully expected him to, but he gave them crushingly tight hugs, or as crushing as he could manage, and a quick kiss on the cheek before following after his sister.

Wiping away tears, they both stood up and laughed once they looked at each other's faces, realizing they were both far more of a mess than their kids.

“Wow, maybe we should have been giving ourselves pep talks for weeks instead of them” Oscar joked. Honey laughed, it was the first normal interaction they had had in what felt like forever. 

The older woman, still by the door, quickly joined in, “Oh don’t worry, we find parents are usually the ones with the most trouble at dropoff, but that moment they find you both after a day of camp or school, you will feel just how much they missed and love you. Plus you two are young, you’ve got plenty of more time to make more of those babies. You have grown yourself a real sweet family by the looks of it. Relax for a few hours! Enjoy the time off, maybe even add to your family.” The woman said, laughing, as she closed the door.

“Did she really just suggest we go make more babies?” Honey asked in disbelief.

“I think she did, yeah.” Oscar answered, just as confused as she was. 

The air felt light as they both walked to their car, relishing in how nice it was that they weren’t arguing, realizing how miserable they had been.

But that didn’t last long. 

“Come on, Oscar, you can’t be that dense! She was so clearly eye fucking you!” Honey argued. The conversation in the car had been light for a few minutes until Honey made a comment about the younger teacher and unintentionally started an argument.

“She was not! And if she was, who cares? We aren’t together anymore, you can’t get jealous over something as trivial as someone who thinks I am attractive. Sometime in the future I will get a partner so you better learn to stop being jealous.” Oscar yelled. He didn’t mean it of course, he knew even if he and Honey never got back together, he would remain single. She was the only one for him.

But what he had said, wording it in a way that made Honey fully think about their situation really tore her apart. Yes, they were separated, but she never felt like they were fully broken up. And from what he said, it sounded like he planned on moving on much faster than she ever would.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she decided to not dignify his comments with a response. Once exiting the car, she swiftly went to the guest room she had been staying in since the separation and slammed the door.

After a few minutes in the car, Oscar had mustered up the courage to apologize, knowing what he did was uncouth. Hearing her cries as he walked up to her door made him stop just short of knocking, deciding maybe it was better to give her a bit of time for now and come up with a way to make it up later.

After two hours of contemplation, Oscar had decided to get a lunch reservation at her favorite restaurant that always had a live band playing. It was impossible to get a day of reservations but with a bit of bribing, he had managed to pull it off. What was also nice about the band was that they could sit and eat silently without any awkward silence. If they were going to fight, they didn’t need to speak. 

She wasn’t crying when he knocked on her door, having managed to seemingly get all her emotions out in the two hours by herself, then clean up to look presentable for pick up. But now she felt empty, like a shell of a person in a house with a man who once loved her to pieces but now seemed to despise her, and no kids because they were away at camp. 

“Come in.” Was all she said.

“I um, I got us a reservation to your favorite place. I understand if you aren’t up for going- or if you’d like to go alone, but I did kind of bribe them so one of us at least has to go, I fear.” Oscar muttered out fast, clearly sensing the awkward energy between them, not knowing whether they were going to ignore the fight or not.

But Honey’s heart burst at the idea of him trying so hard to get into her favorite place. She always urged him to use his name to get into places, like Lando loved to do, but he was always too humble to do it, so it meant even more that he had this time. 

“That… sounds wonderful. Thank you, Oscar.” Was all she said as she started to tear up again but quickly turned so he wouldn’t see. “Let me get my stuff and I can meet you in the car.”

The energy in the car wasn’t light like it was before, but it also wasn’t heavy. A comfortable silence stayed between the two until it got too much for Honey and she burst out into tears, seemingly unprompted. 

“Darling, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Oscar asked, openly concerned for her well being for the first time in what felt like years.

“I c-can’t take it, Oscar! We used to have so much love for each other, god, you used to look at me like I hung the stars in the sky, now you can’t seem to look at me for more than a second without realizing how much you hate me now. Then after saying you are going to move on to someone else- you do this really sweet thing and I am- I am so confused and hurt and don’t know what to think or do!” Honey rambled, everything truly coming to the surface. Everything she thought, everything she felt, everything she had tried too hard to push down and pretend wasn’t there.

“Honey, I have never hated you for even a second,” was all Oscar was able to reply as he registered everything she had just said.

“What?”

“I don’t think I am capable of it. Truly. I have tried so hard to be the best I could be for you after the fight. I stopped racing, I planned more activities with the kids, but I couldn’t do anything right. I let rumors continue about you making me stop racing, which I wanted to stop but was told to leave alone. I took the kids to do activities and left you out too much. When you continued giving me the cold shoulder, I gave up when I should have kept fighting. I then tried to love you less, to make it hurt less, but I couldn’t, even if I acted like a dickhead to you. I am so sorry, Honey, and I would never in a million years be with someone else, even if you had an entire other family and were happily married. You are it for me, always have been, always will be.”

With all finally being said, the two went to lunch happier than they had been in weeks, ready to work on their relationship. It was surely not going to be easy, but how they had been these past two months had broken them enough that they were certainly willing to try. 

Near the end of the meal though, things once again got tense. These two couldn’t catch a break it seemed.

Zak Brown, CEO of McLaren, called Oscsar out of the blue and as the phone rang, Honey’s heart sank, awaiting Oscar’s reaction.

“Shit, I should get thi-” 

“It's okay. I promise.” Honey said, already feeling doubt beginning to creep in.

She couldn’t hear much of the conversation as Oscar quickly walked out the door to talk to Zak. He was also turned away from her so any chances of learning information by reading his facial expressions went out the window.

Finally, he returned to Honey biting her nails waiting for what he would say to her. She already started to panic thinking he could have to go to work, race again, and this vicious cycle would never end, that nothing would ever be right between them.

“What did he want?” She asked.

“Asked when I would be ready to come back to race. I said I didn’t have a date in mind. He told me to come in next week for a meeting on it, but I said I wouldn’t make a decision without talking to my family. I am not going to lose you all over this.” He reassured her. 

Honey smiled, doubt leaving as quickly as it had come. Until she herself got a phone call, this time from the camp her kids were at. Stressing that they had missed pick up, she realized after checking the clock that they still had an hour and a half. Confused once more, she answered the call.

Being told on your kids' first day away from you that there was an issue you needed to go deal with immediately, that you needed to fill out both incident and accident report forms wasn’t something that the young parents had envisioned for themselves. 

Rushing to the classroom, Oscar and Honey saw both of their kids crying in the hallway with the older teacher when they arrived, accompanied by another mother and her upset son. Concern laced their features as they took in both their kids, looking for any hints of injury on the two, but they seemed fine, apart from the crying.

“God, don’t tell me these two kids are the parents, no wonder this happened.” The other mother muttered under her breath. Before Oscar could question her, the older teacher spoke up.

“It seems there was a problem between the kids today.” She began, clearly trying to mediate the situation before it got ugly between the parents. “Mattias here stole a toy Hudson was playing with and pushed him over when he tried to get it back. In turn, Fraces bit the Mattias. It didn’t even leave a mark so I know it wasn’t hard, and both kids got a talking to as well as exchanged apologies, but it seems that they might need to go home early for the day to recuperate. We will certainly work on sharing and using our words tomorrow.”

Both Honey and Oscar were shocked. While Hudson was quiet and they had been worried it would make him a target in the future, and they knew their daughter was fiercely protective of her twin, they didn’t think she would result to biting.

“Wow, alright. You two, let's discuss this in the car, yeah?” Oscar said, ready to leave the place as he felt the wrath of the other parent glaring at him. “Really? You are just going to walk away without so much as an apology to me and my son? Unbelievable.” The mother scoffed. “This is why young people shouldn’t be parents. Clearly you two need to grow up just as much. I pray your already terrible daughter grows out of this and doesn't end up like you, spreading her legs too young and becoming up a teen mom because of it.”

Both Honey and Oscar were stunned. They had faced backlash before, sure, but never to their face, and never from someone so clearly in the wrong.

“Excuse me?” Honey asked.

“Oh, you heard me.” The mother replied.

“No, I don’t think I did, because what it sounded like was you were asking for an apology for something your kid started, because I am sure as hell my kids do not have sharing problems. Then when my three year old daughter retaliates to seeing her sweet and vulnerable brother being so blatantly bullied, even though she apologized, you believe you and your snot nosed brat deserve anything else. Guess what, we don’t owe you shit. And while you are so worried about how our kids will end up, why don’t you worry about your own child, who clearly takes after his bully of a mother. Grow up, asshole.” Honey retaliated. She shouldn’t have sworn in front of the kids but damn was it wonderful to see the look on that lady’s face. 

Oscar had never been more turned on by Honey in his life.

After the fight, the family of four got out of there as soon as they could, stopping for ice cream on the way home. They hardly scolded Frances more than a “If someone does something mean, you can’t bite them, use your words” to which she replied “Like Momma did with that lady?” 

The kids were playing quietly in their room once Oscar got alone time with Honey. 

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He said, arms circling her waist.

“When I went full bitch mode on that lady?” She asked, laughing at the desire so evident in his eyes.

“When you stood up for your family, and cursed that dickhead out.” He replied as he started kissing her neck.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I liked it too but in a different way than you did.” She laughed.

Laying on the bed, cuddling as they basked in the love they still had for each other. Oscar managed to ask the question that had been plaguing him for weeks.

“Honey, will you please move back in here and be with me again? I miss you too much.” Oscar pleaded.

“Fine, but you need to work on another proposal. It is only fair since this all kind of started because of you.”

“Deal, this time I will knock your socks off with my proposal, but first I intend on showing you just how much I missed you.” He said as he began to kiss her deeper and more passionately.

Life was starting to get much better. 

[serqphites]

HEAR ME OUT….

Lee harker x single mom!reader 🤯🤯🤯🤭🤭🤭

STOP BC I COULDN’T IGNORE THIS UNTIL TOMORROW (yes it’s 2:40 while i’m writing this rn) you have given me such bad brain rot with this 😭

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okay so let’s say you have a daughter around the age of 3. things had been rough before meeting lee, life pretty much being put on hold for you as you couldn’t go anywhere without your child.

you met lee in your local store, just minding your business when your daughter decides it’s time to play matchmaker!

despite calling for her as she runs and runs further away from you, she still doesn’t listen until she finds herself hiding behind a very stiff lee harker’s leg.

girly is stressed LMAOOO, like where the hell has this random child come from and oh my god why is her mother so beautiful??

“oh my god i am so sorry!” you’re trying your best to remove your daughter from lee’s leg, but apparently your child has super strength and forgot to tell you.

“no no-“ GULP, “you’re fine” you’d honestly think someone was holding her at gunpoint and forcing her to smile, why is she just showing off her teeth instead of smiling with them?

i can SMELL her gay panic.

once your daughter eventually lets go, you continue apologising profusely as you begin walking away.

“wait!” lee calls out, her voice shaky. she does an awkward little jog over to you, her arm extended towards you as she waves a small elephant teddy in the air.

oh yeah that’s when you decided to get her number. the baywatch jog to hand deliver the toy to you reallyyyy did it.

fast forward a few months and things are going great! lee comes over every friday after clocking out and doesn’t leave until she has to. your weekend sleepovers are consistently the highlight of her week.

she’s definitely… interesting when it comes to your daughter.

“sooo, this is your room.”

and your kids just sat in her bed like “ya.”

yeah you dragged her out of there. “lee you don’t need to talk to her like she’s a suspect, just be normal”

“that was me being normal” and she hits you with the :/

she defo sends you money for stuff like sitters and daycare to help with your part time job. it also frees you up for date nights!

(lee keeps tabs on the babysitter and every single person who works in the daycare your daughter attends, she came to stand on business)

when things start to get really serious between you two, lee decides to move you into her cabin! this cutie even changed her study into the cutest little forest themed nursery you’ve ever seen.

“lee it’s perfect! thank you” you’re literally on the verge of sobbing and she’s just stood in the doorway like 🧍‍♀️🙂

lee does become better around your kid, acting more loving towards her and not being as afraid of her LMAO

also she’s so fucking overprotective.

lee never asked why you were a single mother, she didn’t really think it was her place. it took you quite a while to open up to her about it, her holding you as you finally let out all of your emotions for the first time since falling pregnant. men fucking suck.

NSFW:

jumping straight into it, it turns her on so much that you’re a single mother.

i can picture her sat at her desk that’s now in the corner of your bedroom, her fingers hooked into the loop of your jeans as words of adoration spill from her lips.

“i think you’re so strong”, “it’s so hot that you did that all by yourself”, “you’re so amazing”.

before you know it she’s trailing kisses down your stomach, one hand coming up to rub the center of your chest as the other undoes your belt buckle…

[icaruskey]

Hey @pillowspace I've been promising some whump and this is going to be the start of it.

I don't know how many parts it'll be, but I suspect I'll be able to post one snippet every day or two and finish it out by the end of the week.

I hope I do it justice. I've been hyping it up in my head a whole lot, especially since I'm writing more comfort for the clone au than here.

This is loop five. You're pretty sure of that. Sun is a little suspicious of you, the distance between you and the attendant growing ever wider as you prove to be more capable with the kids than him or Moon. It's not his fault, you want to explain, but you know that will only make things worse.

So you try to ignore instinct, let the children fall and need Sun, but he's the face of the daycare and he's needed all the time, so it becomes pain for pain's sake, and that of a child too! You can't stand it, and you know if he were in your shoes, if either of them were, they'd understand.

You still don't like the day they bring the generators in --- other humans with help from some of the animatronics, Freddy and Bonnie always eager to give their coworkers a helping hand. You don't like it because it means Moon won't be out anymore.

"Can we put some tape down? I'm worried the kids will trip over the cables." You stand at Sun's side, both of you watching the generators get placed. You with a furrowed brow, Sun with his rays retracted nearly entirely into his faceplate.

"That might be for the best." The strain in his voice is upsetting, and you reach to touch his arm in sympathy. It surprises him, and he slowly places a hand over yours. "Thank you for helping with the children. It's been... Difficult lately."

I know, you don't say. There's no movement from him, no wit or joke in his voice. Even his touch is limp.

"We're all set!" Freddy's voice is as full of life as Sun's is void of it. He walks over, the ground trembling ever so slightly with every step. "Everything going all right Sunny?"

Sun's grip on you tightens, painfully so with flesh trapped between metal. "Of course! Moon is just having some malfunctioning code, so we are putting him on pause until he gets better." The strain is audible, but Freddy is far too polite to bring it up.

"It's a shame," he says instead, clapping a paw on Sun's shoulder. "He's always good for a tune and a prank. Let us know if you need anything Sunny."

"Of course," Sun replies, but he's drowned out by Bonnie hop-jogging over to grab Freddy's arm.

"C'mon man. We got a set to practice with the girls. Chica's gonna murder us if we aren't on time."

"Ah right. See you Sun, Superstar." Freddy waves his goodbye, but you avoid looking at him. In a couple weeks, Freddy won't be the same. You wish you could warn them, but.

But instead, you watch as the two glamrocks leave, useless in comforting Sun, in saving Bonnie. Maybe if it wasn't for the fire... But you have to keep to your personal priorities right now, and you'd failed too many times already.

Sun signs, releasing you. "Let's get the daycare ready before the kids start showing up. Thank you for coming in early Starlight."

"It's not a problem Sun." You push as much love into your voice as possible. "If you get the art supplies and breakfast snacks ready, I can secure the electric cords."

"Oh of course. That's very smart." His rays remain retracted as he walks to the locked cabinets to prepare. You bum a roll of duct tape off a coworker and climb into the jungle gym, carefully taping the cables out of the way of little feet.

At least Sun brightened when the children started pouring in. You take over explaining the new naptime rules to the parents so he can fawn over the little ones, and the day passes quickly under the unforgiving glare of the lights.

You stay late to help clean, staking chairs out of the way to vacuum. Sun is humming as he pins the new drawings up, taking a few of the oldest ones down and stacking them neatly to the side.

"Will Moon get to come out after hours?" You ask, and Sun stops, arms full with little trays of crayons and markers. You notice there's a couple red hearts drawn on his cheek. Does he know about them?

"Oh, no. We aren't allowed to leave the daycare unless it's for maintenance, so he won't be coming out." Sun hands you the trays. "I'm going to take the old drawings up to our room. Can you finish things up down here?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Even five loops in you're sticking your foot in your mouth. "Have a good night Sun."

"Thank you Starlight." He gathers the drawings, reaching up for the cord that he and Moon use to travel through the air. It descends and clips in place, and... He's gone.

It hurts to see him in pain like this. But, you will fix things this time. And Sun, very unintentionally, gave you the chance to do some after hours exploring.

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Even better, it turns out the daycare's vacuum cleaner is broken, the always frayed cord finally snapped. Weird that you hadn't noticed this before, but then again, you have been busy every loop. You drag the vacuum out the side door to the manager 's office so it could be thrown out by someone with actual authority. It's quiet, the music playing to softly to muffle your footsteps or rattly old contraption dragging behind you. It shouldn't be easy to sneak up on you, and yet

"Who are you?" A woman's voice cuts through your thoughts, and you jump, giving an inarticulate yell and promptly tripping over yourself as you turn.

She's a security guard you realize, spotting the badge and pseudo-cop attire even as you're blinded by her flashlight. You squint and shield your eyes, clumsily getting back to your feet.

"I'm the daycare assistant." You fumble for your badge, clipped on the inside of your sweater to show. "I'm still cleaning up. Sun's having a bit of a stressful day and it's a lot slower without his help." You're over explaining but, ah well. You're still startled.

"You're not supposed to stay after hours." She checks her watch, and you can finally make out her face. She's pretty, young. Not exactly what you'd think of when you think overnight security guard. "It's late."

"I know." There's an edge of irritation slipping in, even as you gather the broken vacuum again. "I need to finish cleaning."

The guard watches you, and you're uncomfortably aware of her apparent lack of blinking, fiddling with the busted cord instead. "And the daycare attendant is refusing to help?"

"He's had a bad day," you say, openly defensive. "He deserves a break, so I'm taking care of things. It's fine. You can even watch if you want to make sure I'm not stealing anything."

She's still frowning at you, shaking her head. She holsters the flashlight, taking the vacuum from you. "You go on home. I'll make sure the daycare gets cleaned."

"But---" You grimace as her already disgruntled expression turns hostile. "Okay, all right. Can I at least get my stuff?"

She sighs but nods, dropping the vacuum. "Come on then. I need to escort you. Someone's been sneaking around in here after hours already."

Oh? "They have?" Could they have messed with Moon? "Why hasn't the day shift been informed?"

"Everyone important has."

You give up trying to talk, frustrated with her stoney silence. The daycare is lit like a beacon in the pizzeria, and when you enter you cut off to the side, digging your bag out of your cubby. You start to call up to Sun, but the guard is at your shoulder, still watching you in her unnerving way. You swallow instead, gesturing vaguely. "Well, that's it."

"Good. Let's go then." And she takes the lead, leaving you scrambling to catch up. There's no lingering or trying to take the long way around. She leads you directly to the atrium and even watches as you clock out.

"Well, thank you," you say, attempting one more smile. She's unmoved. "Um, have a good night?"

"In the future, if you can't get everything done by the end of your shift, telephone it into the security office," she says, escorting you to the nearest door.

"I will." And you're leaving, confused and frustrated. You turn around when the door locks behind you. The guard is already leaving, her ponytail bouncing with her long steps. Just in case, you try the door, but nope. It's locked.

"Fine then. I'll try again tomorrow," you tell the door, drawing a hand down your face. Hopefully she didn't bully Sun for trying to take a break. You've already decided you do not like her. But how have you missed her the past few loops? You're the only one who knows what's happening, so you should've run into her before. What's changed?

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Things About Me: I am 26! They/Them! I write and draw full time! Married to a very silly goose :) 

Works: 

Days of Laughs And Nights of Screams: (Completed): A thrilling mystery/romance (but the burn is slow)! Welcome to an incredible theme park! During the day, a place of whimsy and fun! During the night, however, the animatronics come creeping out to terrorize all who enter! 

Extra DLNS Content: This includes drabbles, artwork, and perhaps even more in the future! 

Glimpse of Us:  (Completed) A heartwarming story of reconnecting after a long time apart! Watch our MC (that’s you!) do their best to help their dear friend after returning to the pizzaplex to find things are much worse than they ever imagined...

Help! I’m Trapped In a Fanfiction!: (Ongoing, much slower updates) A meta/joke story where our MC (that’s you!) wakes up to find they can hear someone narrating everything they do... Coffee shop AU! MC and Author are frenemies! This one’s just for laughs, don’t take it too seriously :)

One Who Holds A Star: (Completed) A gods/goddesses AU featuring a morally questionable Eclipse and his devoted follower (that’s you!). Stumble through the rabbit hole of defying the fate the gods have decided for you and falling in love with someone you really shouldn’t. :) 

Extra Star Holder Content: This includes fluff drabbles, lore, and artwork for the star holder au! Feel free to eat this up! <3 

Below The Surface: My mermay fic! A hot-headed reader and a pair of aggressive river fish tangling in this exciting enemies to lovers <3 Dive into this chaotic adventure and enjoy the ride. 

Unclip My Wings (18+): A story taking place in the PCU AU, set in a future where the world is run by machines. Step into the life of a mentally ill adult struggling to overcome their agoraphobia with the help of two very kind Units. But not all is as it seems. The shadows of your past are lurking just out of sight. (Minors, I am begging and pleading you not to touch this fic.)

Lunar Phantom: Link leads to first part. A Phantom Of The Opera/Daycare Attendant Crossover! You are a hard-working performer preparing for your next big musical in an fancy, older theatre. However, you’ve been distracted by the arrival of little notes and gits in your dressing room. One night, you stay late to practice a few steps of the show you’re having trouble with. But while you’re there, you here the sound of a piano down below...

Thanks so much for visiting the pond! :) I hope you enjoy your time here. 

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

oh crud guys guess what. guess what you're gonna love (hate) this. I'm an absolute idiot, a complete failure, a-

Narnia Au:

Okay. This hit me at 6:43 in the morning. So.

(Skip to the last paragraph if you want an actually okay-ish explanation.)

Y/N is a classic FazCo employee working for a pay too good to pass up to keep yourself afloat in the ruthless capitalistic society you live in. You’re fairly new, just moved into the area, actually. You’ll go to work, suffer, then go home and unpack for a little bit. The animatronics at your workplace are fairly unfamiliar with you and you don’t have any family or friends here, so you’re pretty lonely. You get hired as an odd-job person, with the additional part of hanging out with our best buddies, the Daycare Attendant, who is….somewhat passive aggressive with you. You’re not on the worst terms, but it could definitely be less cold. The frigid tension is especially noticed when Moon comes into play and, while he doesn’t have the virus and doesn’t chase you around, is an absolute asshole. So, our y/n comes home feeling like shit and plops onto the floor to start unpacking boxes. The new house (which they got REALLY cheap for such a big complex, by the way) is pretty much empty, all except for this big dusty wardrobe, which you’re pretty sure is ancient. You decide to check it out (cuz who knows, maybe you can sell it and make a shit ton of money) and are overcome with the smell of old musty jackets and mothballs. Turns out the people who left it left all their stuff in it, too. You start pulling stuff out to take stock of what’s left behind, only to find more and more things as you go deeper through. Just when you’ve finally pulled the last jacket off the last hook, a cold breeze hits you. And hey, you may not know too much about furniture, but you’re pretty sure that wardrobes don’t have their own weather systems. 

You follow the snowflakes drafting in and end up falling a good couple feet, dusting the snow off yourself and ignoring the cold in favor of taking stock of where the hell you are. Your surroundings are a very useless indicator. Evergreens tower over you left and right, leaving a small clearing with a dimly lit lamppost illuminating the powdery white sheets covering the ground. And, a little ways away from you, a tall man with a black umbrella, nearly as tall as the iron pole he stands beside. There’s something about him that you just can’t place.  

 So, you decide to approach the strange man and ask for directions, only to find that this man is not a man at all. Instead, you’re greeted by someone entirely nonhuman. Half goat below the waist and a scarf wrapped around a thin neck that holds up an all-too familiar sunshine face. Except, it doesn’t look like the one you’re used to. It’s a paler yellow, thin scratches stretching across the span of his face. A cloud of melancholy and defeat hangs over him as he picks at the worn-down, faded red gloves adorning his hands. After a moment of silent respect for whatever trials you feel he has faced, you introduce yourself. Half-retracted rays immediately straighten at the new voice, and he speaks to you enthusiastically, engaging in pleasantries before inviting you back to his place. You know they should decline (stranger danger guys), but…you are lost, and it is cold out, so much so that you hardly comment on the tension in his shoulders or the nervous edge to his tone, or how his hand shakes ever so slightly when you mention home. You follow him through the trees, unaware of the wind erasing the tracks behind you in the snow. 

Essentially, Sun is Mr. Tumnus and you’re all the kids in one. Sun has to constantly resist the urge in his head to take you to the Wicked Witch (Afton). The Beavers are our good ol buddies from the GlamRock crew, with the exception of Freddy, who’s (mmaybe?) Aslan. All the frozen statues that Afton’s collected in his hella creepy manor? Yeah, that’s every single kid we’ve lost to the FNAF games probably. And of course, Afton’s got his crew to sniff out those harboring lost little children. Vanny’s his main guard in that sense (Vanessa used to live in the house a long time ago, she came to the wardrobe and went through some…interesting events leading up to this), along with our dear friend Mr. Moon, who has the virus to…some extent. Not sure if I wanna combine them or have them as two separate entities here. Moon’ll probably end up switching sides, though he may be punished for it…

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Matchup For your favorite slime 🥺🥺💜🩵

welcome home- annnnnd hnMmMmmM FNaF 🩵

Matchup for 112!

Here you go and I hope u enjoy! Drink lots of water and gets lots of sleep :)

Welcome Home: Sally

You guys have very similar personalities and energies. You both are basically a ball of sunshine thrown into a small body… get it? Cause you're short… :)

You and her would definitely talk hours and hours about certain plays and musicals that have caught your guys attention. Sally seems like a Hamilton type of fan, but she's into the dark shit. Heathers all the way. She sometimes sees her as Heather and some of the neighbors as the other characters. ( Cough Wally, Julie, and Sally as the heathers, Frank as Veronica, and Cough If someone draws this I will actually cry and sob Cough)

You two would rehearse plays together and since she's the director she would make you the love interest and her the lead so the two of you could have your kissy kissy scene. But, she would be open about needing help when she does, but not too much because then she'll feel weak and useless.

The other neighbors love you and enjoy having you around especially when Sally is around since you make her, her best self. Going by Welcome Home logic, you would be the first to die, but my reasoning behind this is because you find out the truth and start freaking out and Wally can't have that so he does his weird little eye thing and oopsies, you're gone. 🤷‍♀️

FNAF: Roxane

You met the animatronic when going to go see the ultimate show, but when watching Freddy fall over, the show was cut short, or was it? To no one's surprise, you stayed back or more of you got lost and couldn't find the exit and it got to the point where the building locked you inside. Having that big imagination of yours, you went around wanting to investigate and that's how you landed in Roxanne's room… talking to herself.

The two of you were very confused just staring at each other until Roxanne tried to take you to the security room, but somehow you convinced her to let you stay. Now, it's just the two of you in her room talking and listening to her boast about how cool she was. Then, there was the incident with the little boy causing all of the animatronics to leave and go look for him. But, Roxanne let you come with, not trusting the feral stranger to be left alone in her room.

The two of you bonded after that meeting and once the little boy was found and things got hectic, you found comfort within the animatronic and made plans to visit a lot more than you had ever planned.

When visiting, you tend to stay the night and go around the pizza plex eating the shitty food and playing the games they have to offer. At first, Roxanne seemed to win all of the games, but within time you began winning and she seemed upset but deep down you know she's letting you win.

One night, when the two of you were wandering around doing who knows what. Freddy and Monty appeared trying to figure out who the human was and what they were doing after hours and that led to chaotic 112, who would likely jump on one of their backs and demand to be carried around. Now, you're friendly with all of the animatronics and have a blast with all of them, hooray! But wait… there's still Vanny/Vanessa and the daycare attendants.

When Roxanne was being sent to get repairs, you decided to hang out with Freddy and the gang, but the power went out leading to a strange moon chasing after you screaming about the lights. You were then dragged off and sent to the daycare spending the rest of the day with sun and moon which wasn't bad, until you fell asleep in the ballpit causing them to worry about leaving to go find you. And that's how you met Vanessa the night guard.

Trying to find your friends, you ran into the night guard who wasn't too happy with your sneaking in and staying after hours, but she didn't mind. You seemed to fit into her vibe and kept her on her feet when looking after the pizza plex and now you're able to get in without any worries of getting caught.

- Who would have thought being close with an animatronic would have its perks?

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SIDE BLOG INFO

@wackyinflatablearmtubeman - Small Sign spinner who is just trying his best to hold down a job despite having horrible luck doing so.

@king-vortigern-pendragon - Legend Of The Sword Rp blog for Vortigern Pendragon

@somanydumbwaystodie - Airheaded idiot cop who is cursed to die in horrible ways and can never find peace.

@brain-over-brawn - Tiny Alien Brain who is trying to disguise as a human to study them and learn how to take over the world with his boss.

@running-on-co2 - Once turned science experiment now the worlds greatest robotic assassin.

@chalk-it-up-to-fate - Well known Artist who traps people in a fake world of his own creation due to envy of the people in the human / real world.

@in-heaven-everything-is-fine - Eraserhead baby Au blog from the movie Eraserhead.

@absorbing-misfortune - Evil demonic entity that feeds off of misfortune and misery and his cousin that feeds off of love and attention as well as other random ocs.

@heartbrokenwhispers - Yandere muse blog for a man trying to find love but who keeps having horrible luck doing so.

@the-dukes-archives - Dark souls Rp blog for Seath the scaleless and other muses from that fandom.

@ceaseless-chaos - Prince of Chaos who is cursed to be in pain all his life and only find comfort in his own siblings corpse that he thinks still watches him.

@the-monster-of-scotland - NESSIE!

@lordseekerlucius - Lucius Corin blog / Envy from Dragon Age Inquisition.

@you-reap-what-you-sow - Harold blog from Scary Stories to tell in the Dark series.

@run-run-as-fast-as-u-can - Smol tiny baker trying his best with a cursed magic oven that can make baked goods come to life.

@rise-up-like-glitter-and-gold- Elden Ring Multi Muse blog for my tarnished and my OC Rune.

@the-galaxy-is-on-orions-belt - Small Alien Prince tasked with keeping the world safe from destruction.

@bee-my-queen - Bumblebee OC that made a human appearance hive to go out and try to date and find a new queen.

@deathisjustthebeginning - Elden Ring OC for a man who was once human now cursed to spread death after he tried to cheat it and became a horrible disfigured monster in the process now having to hide behind a fake human mask of his own design.

@the-king-of-villains - King of all villains who learned to steal powers from other villains to become stronger

@ill-met-by-m00nlight - WEREWOLF SWEET BABY :D

@atlas-jericho-carmichael - Atlas Carmichael blog from UA

@squirming-evil - Oogie from TNBC

@bright-and-clever-no-matter-watt - OC blog for the smartest inventor ever.

@bloodline-rewritten - intravenous System OC Muse

@klaus-the-hessian - Dullahan muse

@pastor-of-vows - Miriel from Elden Ring

@all-the-kings-horses-and-men - Soldier that was sent 200 years in the future due to being in a coma after getting injured.

@let-your-dreams-flood-in - Sloth Demon from DAO

@wooden-lies- Pinocchio Au / OC blog

@lord-jab-desilijic-tiure - Jabba the hutt muse

@let-your-evil-shine - Grigori Rasputin from Anastasia blog

@who-can-take-the-sunrise - Literal Chocolatier

@dont-trust-a-thing - Alien shapeshifter :D

@villainsthatliveinmyhead- Gabriel / Madison blog from Malignant

@lord-of-the-dead-aidoneus - Hades from Disney's Hercules

@ruler-of-artisans - Toasty from Spyro

@the-first-murderer - Cain aka the first murderer

@hit-me-one-time-hit-me-twice - Hexxus from Ferngully

@culex-headquarters - Group of assassins that track people Via blood.

@within-a-sea-of-stars - Sea Star OC

@worlds-greatest-criminal-mind - Professor Ratigan

@freddys-daycare-attendant - Sunny / Moon from FNAF

@ferryman-of-the-river-styx - Charon

@legend-of-the-iron-fist - Pot husband 8D

@swimming-in-arrows-of-love - Q (Cupid)

@only-hanging-on-by-a-thread - Worm on a string OC

@designed-for-danger - Rick from Portal

@notjustamoron - Wheats from Portal

@its-not-always-black-and-white - Fandomless OC

@just-a-normal-man-norman - Norman / Jeff from Gravity Falls

@stuck-in-a-sticky-situation - Demon Oc blog

@william-cecil-clayton - Clayton from Tarzan

@naturalbornofthevoid - Fallen Star bug baby

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Forgotten But Not Gone

AO3- Outside / Drabble side story (main story still in the works slfdksld)

Ten years ago, YN attended the stand-alone Superstar Daycare that occupied a sort of obnoxiously large area on the edge of their small town. It was garish and bright, and oh so cheerful. Honestly they loved it. Then one day, it just closed down. They don't remember why, but they don't remember a lot from that time of their life. School was getting busier as they ranked up in grades, started middle school, high school, and eventually the pressures of adult hood were on them and the daycare itself was barely even a memory. At least until they find themself taking the long route home one night after a particularly trying shift. It wasn't bad, so much as it ran long. They were already gonna be in deep shit for taking longer than expected to get home, so they might as well make the crime worth the punishment. Home life... wasn't great. That's when they saw it again. The dark roads taking them by the old rundown building. Now, they don't go poking around just yet, but the nostalgia hits them like a freight train. Ever day when they were much younger, and then ever day after school, they'd spend hours under the watchful optics of the animatronics that ran the show. The human staff were pretty ok too, but it was definitely the robots that were the real superstars there. Their next late shift they plan for it, bringing a bag with a flashlight and some other small items, hop the fence, and go poking around down memory lane. The place is falling apart, but surprisingly clean for how long it's been abandoned. Except it hasn't. Not totally. The Sun and Moon animatronic is still around, taking care of the old building as best they can. They can't go out into the entry room, but inside the huge double doors it's almost like no one left. But ten years is a long time without proper maintenance. A long time to keep up repairs without materials. A long time to go without people. He's unhinged. Frantic. Desperate. Clingy. Dangerous. And that isn't even getting into the absolutely feral creature Moon has become. But some how, you don't just survive this first encounter. You're invited back. When the daycare shut down, it was so abrupt that the system hadn't been cleared. You're still registered as one of the kids, and Sun and Moon are determined to keep you busy every time you visit. Though with the near miss at getting away that first time, it takes a while before you're willing to step into the same room as them again. And yet, you keep coming back. Pushing limits... You feel bad, that they've been trapped in this same kind of hell you can't help but sympathize with. Ten years is a long time to feel alone.

Casual Info: YN's living situation is Bad in the sense that... well, Dad ain't a great person. Got that 'put em down' attitude and a backhand to match. YN's mom died when they were younger, and ever since then he went down the darker spiral of things being too much and placing blame where it doesn't belong. YN being the closest reminder gets the brunt of it, both more and less now that they're older. They try to avoid home time as much as they can, but the same situation makes them hesitant to reach out to make friends since it's such an embarrasment to try and dodge the subject. But they're getting close to their breaking point, before the reconnect with the DCA. They very much fall into the category of Zero Self Preservation with the way their nearly catastrophic first meeting goes, it doesn't stop them from coming back two days later with a rolled up newspaper attitude about how we 'do not grab'. Halfway treating the DCA like a giant puppy that needs to learn manners, and halfway skirting the fact that he's a 7 foot tall strongass robot that's been around long enough to turn into an urban legend (they find out after their own run in that people think the daycare is haunted). There's an urge and odd sense of guilt that gnaws at them this situation is somehow their fault, but that could just be the repressed family emotions talking. Either way, they can't leave him alone, and start to take the long way home regularly, and just... make trips out to keep him company, since they feel like they're one of the few, or only people, he'd allow to actually come inside the daycare without going into guard dog mode to throw them out.

MOON. Oh moon. Moon is nearly entirely nonverbal at this point. A stalking beast in the dark, the desire to chase, and hunt, and catch has become a driving force. Some of the only dialogue I have planned for him are responses to Sun inside his mind. At least until far later. He's been running on autopilot, about 500% more during the day than he was originally intended, with how dark it is inside the building, there are only a few rooms where the ceiling has fallen through enough that Sun can take the front. There's definitely hints of the effects of what would be the robot equivalent of severe sleep deprivation. Malfunctions, doubled up audio in his head, visual glitches, stalls and shut downs. He's in a bad way. But he's more than happy to realize YN is here and they've brought enough lighting that Sun can come out. He can rest. And he's grateful for that. He is extraordinarily dangerous for this though. His impulse control is completely gone. He can't stand vermin inside the building and takes care of any creatures that enter swiftly. This includes other humans, though most of the time he's happy to give them a ten count to run before he hunts. If he catches them... Well.. At least he's not the sadistic type? There haven't been many incidents over the years. A surprisingly few amount actually. Then again, most visitors don't make it far past the double doors before he makes his presence known. SUN on the other hand, oh, he's oh so lonely. Moon has since tuned out most of his ramblings as the days went on, and in the early years oh how he could ramble about when the daycare would reopen, even if he knew it never would. He'd insist on watching out the door, their little window to the outside world, beyond the entry way, or angled out the large front window. It wasn't much of a view but it was something. It was everything... Meeting a former daycare kid, or technically current, they were never checked out on the day of the incident, its exciting! Oh his little star is so grown up now, and still coming to visit. He knew it would only take time, if they were patient. But now he doesn't want to let them go. He will, though, maybe, but he doesn't want to. They have to stay. They can't. They should. They won't. They never do. He knows this. Kids grow up and they leave and don't come back. But YN did. YN came back. That must mean something yes, yes, yes? He expresses his happiness in very childlike ways, drawing pictures on scraps of paper that he's hoarded for years, few sheets remain now so he saves them for special moments. He likes to play simple games and eagerly wants YN to win, but also wants to get to the next game, and the next. Making up for lost time. So much to do. The first little gift YN brings him nearly forces a shutdown from his excitement. It's just some new paper and crayons, once they figure it out that he likes to draw, something like that. DCA Damage- Left eye is constantly flickering in and out. Left arm has also taken the most damage consistently, though more from being harvested for some minor parts to keep the right side working smooth(ish). The left and hand are definitely weaker. Pinky finger is fully missing, and the left ring only has one segment still functional. The two lower rays on sun are stick retracted mostly, as is the upper left. These don't move at all and are still exposed when Moon is out, though his cap mostly hides the top one. The top ray is also bent at an angle that it can get stuck, and occasionally sticks out during changes but again, Hat can hide it. The right leg around the calf is missing some of the covering and has been repaired a few times, though it has a jitter to it sometimes, and occasional blips dead for a moment before catching back up. Their Pants have been damaged through weathering over time. The fiberoptics that shift with light saturation have gone almost entirely dead on th

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[ grace van patten, cis woman, she/her. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ AUDREY ROBERTS ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ TWENTY-TWO ] year old child of [ BARBIE AND KEN ] from [ TOY STORY ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ CREATIVE ] but [ SELF-ABSORBED ] and have [ 2 ] siblings. i could almost swear i heard [ MILLION DOLLAR BABY - AVA MAX ] playing when they appeared.

full name: audrey roberts.

nicknames: none, but she’s open to nicknames.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: bisexual.

age: physically appears twenty-two.

date of birth: august 19th.

zodiac sign: leo.

aesthetics: flawlessly applied matte pink lipstick, changing your outfit at least six times before going out, coils of pink ribbon, the smell of freshly baked cookies.

parents: barbie and ken from toy story.

siblings: two adopted siblings.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

audrey’s life started just as any other toy does: on a shelf of some big store. she was a ‘fashion princess’ doll confined to a box, forced to watch as kids walked past and pleaded with their parents to let them take her home — only to be met with disappointment. each time someone would walk away, the yearning to have a home one day would grow. when that day finally came, she was the happiest she thought could ever be. she and her owner, blair, spent countless hours playing pretend and she became well acquainted with the other toys in the boy’s room. but one day, blair allowed his younger sister to borrow audrey and take her to daycare. this resulted in the boy’s sister forgetting audrey at sunnyside. in an instant, her home had been lost.

it was difficult for her not to fall apart almost instantly. but to her surprise, the other toys at the daycare had experiences similar to hers and were able to console her. one of the toys that instantly cheered her up was barbie, the woman deciding to take her into the already-established family that she had with ken. while she once found herself longing for someone to play with her, she quickly learned that there was more to having a home than having an owner or a physical home. her new home quickly became her parents and her siblings. she finally had a purpose and it wasn’t just to be a toy. she quickly learned that she could foster her own happiness while also being there as a sort of temporary joy for the children that attended sunnyside.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

despite her initial purpose being a fashion princess doll, she has learned that she can broaden her interests and passions. this has resulted in her favourite pastime becoming baking (or at least playing with the baking set in the daycare and pretending to be a baker).

she loves to accessorize and loves to make her own clothes to match accessories she buys.

a bit on the high-maintenance side, but she means well. she just likes pretty things … and who can really blame her?

she always tries her hardest to be positive and look on the bright side of things, but that might be a little difficult for her in a new environment. she doesn’t really do well with change, but tries her best to be flexible.

she loves her family more than anything in the world and would absolutely fight anyone for them.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

other toy story kids. ideas: the children of rex, mr and mrs potato head, bo peep and woody, etc.

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Completed FANFIC LIST

Celestial Roommates

"So your possible roommates are already up there, I let them check it out since you were a little late..." Codie catches something.

"Wait, room-mates? I thought there'd be just me and one other person?" Mrs. Simmons turns to look at her sheepishly.

"Well, technically it was just one roommate. But since last week it's two now that they're separated..." she trails off. Codie frowns in confusion but the manager waves her off. "It's alright, they're very nice, I'm sure you three would get along."

'But there's only two rooms...'



You Are My Lucky Stars

As an employee of the Lucky Stars Gift Shop, you have a great view overlooking the Daycare. This wouldn't be a problem if the Daycare Attendants weren't so distractingly cute!



Snake Your Way Into Me

Congratulations! You've been hired!

The brand new assistant to the FazCo Laboratories, researching two members of an unknown species. It's all very exciting and you can't wait to get your hands on some super snazzy new animal friends, but they are way too cute for their own good! What are you gonna do? How are you going to deal with two very handsy 20 foot long snakes?



Daybreak

You are a barmaid at the infamous Gold Coast Pub.

Sun and Moon are Captains of the infamous Daybreak.

What would it be like to be infamous together?

A riveting pirate adventure with lots of action but mostly just being adorable with the boys.



Dance With Me

You are an aerial dancer performing for a dinner. The Don of the city's mafia interrupts said dinner, making himself known to you as he literally catches you from a nearly disastrous fall.

"Dropped right out of the sky, didn't you, doll?"



We Lurk Inside The Shadows

A little black book spells out names that burn in your heart. Your sole purpose is to rid the world of their filth, to cross out every one of those names. When you meet two lovely cafe owners, you second guess your career path. What would they do if they found out what you do?



My Lovely King

You are from a long line of hardened businesswomen. It's your job to make connections and open up the way for business deals, but now you've got your biggest challenge yet. A very adorable King who is rumored to have a dark side. Its such a shame that only one of them has sharp teeth, cause you'd sure love to be bitten.



A Cursed Kiss

The rain poured on the cobblestone around you. Thunder boomed overhead, forcing you to flinch as you pulled your soaked jacket closer. No one is willing to take you in for the night. There is only one place left, the cursed castle.



Balloons and Magic

Sun and Moon were the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex Party Planners. The parties were only ever booked for the Glamrocks, never for them. So filling out the weekly party whiteboard, was just another task. That was until they get a surprise that would change their lives forever.



Glimpse of Us

Everything at the pizzaplex has slowly become more and more automated. You've watched a lot of your friends and fellow coworkers get laid off in favor of the funky staff bots. You always assumed you'd be safe in the daycare. You were working with small kids, after all. They need a tender touch! Oh, how wrong you were.

Two years after your not-so-polite firing, however, Fazbear comes calling. Apparently their precious, perfect attendant is in need of some assistance. And they requested you. You initially considered refusing, but the pay is double what you're making editing papers, so you dive back in. But things have changed more than you ever thought they could have.



The Stranger The Better

Reader is a forever exhausted young adult who has social difficulties doing their best to pay the bills, so when they get hired at the well-paying, almost entirely automated Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, they don't really hesitate to think things through before stumbling headfirst into a horror mystery surrounding this company and its crew of quirky (and surprisingly kind) animatronics.



There's a monster in the garage

Why do you hear banging noises in your garage?



A Wise Man Said I'm Alive; Nobody's Ever Told Him He's Wrong

You get to tinker on the best tech this side of the equator and get paid for it; pay no attention to the weird things happening in the tunnels, or the way the animatronics are acting just a little off, or the way the security team seem to be operating on revolving door contracts. They all tend to get a bit quirky at night.



In Deep Dreams Between the Waves

You see a fish, but the fish isn’t really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. He’s small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you don’t see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.



Glitter Glue Me Back Together

You're scared to start your new job as the Daycare Attendant's Assistant, but you slowly realize this job is the best decision you've ever made.



By the North star

You had been fishing with your father in the Gulf of Mexico when a storm came through, you washed out into the sea and on shore miles away from your initial fishing spot. You'd planned to make it to the nearest town and call the coast guard for help, but you instead learn the storm has thrown you into another world that was almost identical to your worlds fifteenth century, only difference being the pirate crew of anthropomorphic animals that were now your captors, all because your bag ended up on their boat and you were dumb enough to go after it.



Electric Love

You received a call from your former boss to come to fix the animatronics, you didn't expect to find all your babies having depression, anxiety, existential crisis, and any other emotional issues.



Painted Rocks

You lived along the coast for a short time, having moved from a nearby city. The locals never took kindly to city dwellers, but you made a habit of ignoring their stink eye.

Rumors of sirens and beasts below the waves punctuated your daily life, but you thought nothing of it. Until--well, until terrible screams tore you from your bed and to the coast.

Looks like the locals' rumors about sirens were true, but the humans appear more bloodthirsty.



Astro-Nautical

You're a mermaid who's just come across the weirdest ship of all time. Or rather, the ship is perfectly normal, but its crew? Not so much. You aren't sure you'll be safe here, but as a sea creature you've never truly been safe anywhere, so it might just be worth a shot. For now, at least... Surely they'll let you go when you ask?

We'll find out.



My Sweet Starlight

Excited for your new job as a daycare helper, you get ready for the day. Little do you know, you'll fall in love with more than just the kiddos you play with.



With All My Love, Crumpet

London, England 1800s

A runaway stops at a local tea room for a cuppa, and sees a cute paperboy selling newspapers in the rain. A close friendship ensues over cakes and tea, but what happens when the family comes for her? And what will it mean for their relationship?

Do you read fanfics? >:3C If so, which ones do you prefer? >:3CC

oh yes yes yes i read fanfics! i havent read many in a while but i really like ones with hurt comfort or soulmate aus! also detectives

[luvinus]

Hereby I specify: your own

Random Personal Headcanons on the SB Animatronics

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Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Warnings: Pure crack/silliness

Waiter's Note:

"Alrighty! Here are some of my favorite ones! They’re all pretty lighthearted ones, but I can’t help but imagine them this way. Thank you for requesting!"

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Glamrock Chica

She loves making Kandi bracelets, and nobody can convince me otherwise.

Also makes loom bracelets.

She likes giving them out to her bandmates and the children. In addition, she had one of the employees give one of them to the Daycare Attendant. No animatronic left behind!

Once, Chica showed up with so many bracelets that you could barely see her arms. Everyone was so confused as to how she even found the time to make all of them.

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Glamrock Freddy

Alright, hear me out:

He keeps cute, brightly colored band-aids in his chest compartment.

Monty laughs at him, Roxy finds it kind of amusing, Chica thinks it’s adorable. Even so, Freddy continues to rock on with his Hello Kitty band-aids. He was programmed to be good with kids, so of course he has some emergency supplies if one of them gets a small scratch in his room or something.

A little girl once discovered his little stash and proceeded to absolutely cover him in cute little stickers and band-aids. Monty never lets him forget that day.

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Montgomery Gator

I couldn’t find the video, but you know the one where the dude recording tells the other dude to close the door to his room, so he does. But then it’s just like a small corner of the door because the rest of it was broken off?

Yeah, Monty did that once to his own door when having one of his tantrums.

Freddy and Chica were pretty concerned, while Roxy was laughing so hard her voice box was glitching a bit. Monty himself was a mixture of angry, amused, and a tad bit embarrassed.

His room had to be blocked off from the public to prevent kids from going in there. No idea where he ended up staying for the duration of that though. (ﾟｰﾟ;)

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Roxanne Wolf

She has inspirational sticky notes all over her room; on her vanity, her door, the walls, her charging station, even a couple on the window.

Sometimes they fall off so she just writes more of them.

So now, there’s probably like over 500 fallen sticky notes hidden in her room. Don’t be surprised if you just spot them in the crevice between the couch or vanity and the wall one day.

In my mind, Roxy also went to Freddy and Chica for quotes and reassuring statements to put on the sticky notes since they were the kindest people she knew of.

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Sun

Oh my god he has BINS and BOXES of glitter and stickers.

He’s always putting sparkly, yellow star stickers on the foreheads and cheeks of good children. I want a sticker.

Similar to Chica, he like making things with his hands. Sun makes those 3D snowflakes and butterflies with glitter glue for the kids and they LOVE IT. 

He’s also super happy every time he receives bracelets from Chica. He’ll attempt to make her some bracelets too, but they come out a little wonky. He’s trying his best though!! He just needs a bit of practice. :]

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Moon

He sleep talks. A lot.

And it’s absolutely hilarious.

One day during naptime, Moon fell asleep along with the children. But children are children, and most of them were actually awake, just being very quiet as not to disturb Moon’s sleep. He began sleep talking, throwing out the most hilarious insults the kids have ever heard.

No one knew who he was insulting, but the kids were practically dying of laughter. When the kids were gone, and Sun let Moon out in their room, Moon just stood there like “...I have a very bad feeling that I did something I shouldn’t have done,” and then proceeded to try and remember just what the heck happened. Eventually, he figured it out and has never spoken about it to this day.

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The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while has been neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

***************

You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal... won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

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Jax Teller owns exactly one (1) nice fucking suit.

He’s never been to a job interview. Never set foot in a corporate building or anything. Funerals and weddings? A few. But they’ve all been within the Sons’ crew; everyone knows what dress code they’re getting. All the men who attend wear their leather because showing up in a suit would be honestly rude.

Yet today Mr. Teller is asking a fine woman out on a date for the first time since... longer than he can remember. Feels like the first time in forever. He wants to dress up like a fresh fucking prince. He’s in a fucking mood.

Crisp white shirt. Sharp black slacks. Feels so spiffy it hurts; his reflection asks—you even Jax? Fiddles with this silk tie of dark blue, realizing he has no fucking clue. Glances back, checks the clock on the desk behind him, which reminds him, that he’s fucking screwed.

He’s already so late. It’s not even like this is an actual date. Hasn’t been on a real date since high school. Now here he is dressing up all nice as if this is prom night and practicing cheap pick-up lines in his room like an absolute fool.

Never once in his life has Jax Teller been anything other than cool.

Now he’s anything but, as he tries out this suit thing in place of his trusty old kutte. And it feels like he’s broken some unspoken rule.

The way that he’s clumsily fumbled his tie just resembles a soft fabric pretzel or some shit. Ugh, fuck it. This business is cruel. Roughly rips the ridiculous thing off his neck and unbuttons a couple shirt buttons, adjusting the collar in case that’ll look better—it doesn’t. Suits simply aren’t cut out for Teller and nothing is coming together. He still looks like a fucking tool.

It’s five minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive at the daycare. He still has to sort out his hair. Never felt so un-fucking-prepared.

His cell rings and he puts it on speaker, so he can use both hands to carry on primping herself for his kid’s pretty teacher.

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

“Hey, I’ve got Abel, Jax,” the self-proclaimed ‘companionator’ states and carries on before Jax can react. “I’m gonna take him to the playground. Told her she oughta wait up at the center in case anyone comes around, but you’ve probably got ten minutes max.”

Jax’s brows furrow. He doesn’t quite follow. “What—Nero...”

The voice on the other end lets out a gentle grandfatherly chuckle remembering what he had witnessed when he had stopped by Jax’s place a few hours ago. “Saw you practicing pick-up lines and picking out an outfit, mano. You’re not really subtle about it, you know?”

King of Charming is blushing he’s so fucking mortified. Crushing so hard he can’t hide. “Were the lines any good, though?”

Another lighthearted grandfatherly laugh makes it clear that the answer is no.

Jackson thanks him profusely before the call’s done. Asks him to send a kiss to his son. A big kiss. Fuck is he grateful that Nero did this. Though the presence of a little child would’ve kept his courtship a classier level of tame... Jax’s feelings toward you are wild and now he can flirt without filter and shame.

Nero has one piece of advice to lend, before the call comes to an end. Good father figure and an even better friend.

“And look I don’t mean to be rude... but ditch that stupid fucking suit.”

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You have no clue what Nero meant when he came by to pick up Abel and just casually suggested that you stick around awhile. But there was something... promising, in his persuasive smile. You’ve always gotten honest vibes from him and trust he’s one of the best guys around. Though you don’t know them very well, you’ve heard a lot of shit about the Teller-Morrow clan and Jax’s stepfather who’s now rotting in hell; something tells you that Jax has started to become a better man these past few years thanks to the influence of this new father figure that he’s found.

Told Nero you would wait ten minutes for whoever else may be coming around. It’s not as if you’re keeping count. You feel like it has to be Jax and just the thought makes your heart pound...

Pounds even faster, once you finally hear the rumble of his Harley and set eyes upon the sexy fucking bastard.

Typically of course he’ll come by in his car to get his son, but this fine afternoon it seems he knows that Abel is already gone. There’s no one else here at the daycare center either. Just the teacher. Owner of this place who’s desperate to get ravaged by the reaper. So if Jax is here to pick someone up you’re the only one.

You’re waiting inside and can see him through the wide window out front. Pretending to be sorting papers when your main focus is sorting out the fire in your cunt. It’s so insane the way the bright gold of his mane catches the sun. He’s in his blue jeans and black leather and although he probably left at home his go-to knife and gun, you have no doubt that in his crotch he’s still packing the biggest baddest fucking weapon, and you bet he walks with that signature swagger in his gait because his dick weighs a whole ton. 

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy—got no clue why—you’ve seen him interact with other women all the time and awkward-shy is really not Jax Teller’s style.

Just figure it’s because he’s here to have some unpleasant discussion. Maybe something serious that’s going on, relating to his son. You really hope that’s not the case because you’ve come to care for Abel so much after all this while—he’s a special one—sometimes you worry that you care too much as if he’s your own child.

Shove those thoughts out of your mind as Jackson walks up to the center. As his fine ass finally enters.

Damn is he working that leather. Sometimes you wonder how he’d clean up in a snazzy suit and tie but then again you just know this look is much better. It just screams Jax Fucking Teller.

The king of Charming in all his glory just stands there for a second in the doorway.

“H-hey,” is all he manages to say.

He bites his lip and tries to take a step toward you—almost trips over his stupid big white shoes—why is he tweaking out this way? Doesn’t seem drunk or drugged. Just weirdly sort of fucked.

You’d like to fuck him even more ‘cause you’re a dirty fucking whore. You may as well bend over now to fetch the fragments of your dignity from where they’re scattered all across the floor.

“Hi,” you reply and hope he doesn’t see the pornographic sex scenes playing out in your mind’s eye. “Can I...”

Now you’re the one who’s acting silly, as your inner slut silently finishes that sentence with a whole series of filthy. The teacher-themed puns that pop into your head are so painfully stupid you feel super guilty.

... Can I teach you the ABCs? Ass, balls, and cock—shove that cock in me—fuck it in deep till your balls slap my ass, baby.

... Can I teach you some calculus for a minute? With you I’m such a kinky bitch I have no limits. I’m serious, the limit just doesn’t exist.

... Can I teach you how to play nice during recess? You be Simon and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s the best way to play. Just tell me to bend over and I’ll let you fuck me to pieces. All day every day.

This is really not fucking okay.

“Umm...” you stammer, as Jax slowly crosses the room. Hoping he doesn’t hear your heart thud like a hammer. State something obvious because it’s safe although it’s dumb, and no doubt he already knows it anyway. “You’re a bit late for pick-up today.”

He smiles that sheepishly soft little smile again. The total opposite of classic hardcore Jackson. “Yeah, I’m not here to pick up my son.”

Rehearsed a thousand fucking pick-up lines before he came but for the life of him can’t even think of one.

It should be obvious he’s here to hit on you. But he’s not smooth enough to say it or to show you that it’s true. Instead he gestures at the room so full of playful toys and pretty decorations, this colorful haven of growth and education. “So, um... it looks like you know how to make learning fun.”

What the actual fuck, Jackson. He grabs his inner idiot by the scruff and fucking smacks him. 

Meanwhile you’re swooning ‘cause you think his inner idiot is adorable as shit. And though what he just said was stupid, it provides you with a nice outlet to talk about your passions. “Yeah, I—I just remember back when I was young which classes were my favorite. When the teachers put the effort in to make lessons engaging it was always so appreciated. I was lucky enough to have lots of good teachers so I loved school as a kid.”

Probably just rambled way too much but it helps you stay sane and stable when you fill the space with words. Otherwise in silence, you feel yourself so tense, so wet it hurts. No man on earth ever looked so good but you still know he’s bad news and it’s the worst.

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say. You still have no fucking idea what’s gotten into him today. 

His smile softens and brightens a bit, as he hears how you loved school as a kid. “I bet you did. I bet you always aced it. Whereas me...” now finally he summons up the courage to say something just a little slick and nasty, though he’s terrified that it’ll go over badly, “...I’d always got a big fat D.”

A big fat—yes, he honestly just said that.

And he’s not the only one who can play bad.

Now that your inner slut has just been hit by Jax’s truck, she plays right back with a suggestive shrug. “Tough luck. If you’d just stooped a little lower then you could’ve had an F for Fuck.”

This game does not stop once it starts. You both play hard. He feeds ferociously off your flickering fire, triggering his own desire; he’s no longer shy and awkward as his stiff dick takes the focus off his nervous little heart.

“Me, stoop lower?” Jax echoes your words with a devilish snicker and takes a step closer. “Nah, I was always the one who made bitches go down and bend over.”

“Of course you were. Bet you think you still are, too. With a face like that, a dick so big and fat, I bet getting the girl was never hard to do.”

“Yeah, I could get any damn girl I want to,” he snarls. So close now that his maddening masculine scent makes your toes curl. Won’t touch you just yet, but in his gaze of brilliant blue you can read words unsaid: I want you.

This is what you want too. But for just a while longer, you want to prolong this dance. Further provoke his hunger. See if this is just sex or perhaps something deeper and stronger. Get back to that soft side of Jackson, a sweet glimpse of tenderness you would’ve never imagined. That Prince Fucking Charming who might really like you and give you a whirlwind romance... if you’d give him the chance...

But no matter how charming he seems, you remind yourself now that he can’t be the man of your dreams. He just can’t. He’s still so fucking bad in so many ways you simply can’t fucking stand…

And he’s reading your mind in this instant. The silent few seconds you’ve spent. You’re leaning against your desk now, and he still hasn’t touched you but feels like he’s fucking inside you somehow.

“Listen, Y/N,” he urges you gently, voice shaken yet steady. “Before I came over here, I practiced lines in the mirror. That’s not something I fucking do. I’ve been freaking out over how badly I find myself wanting you.”

You’re freaking out over how you feel all that he’s saying is true.

“Maybe that sounds like a line but it’s not. This is the only pick-up line I’ve got: I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

No doubt he’s lied to girls before. And yet somehow you feel so sure, that you’re not someone he would ever dream of lying to. You have no clue just how you know but you just do.

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

There is no way in hell you could say no to that. And you don’t even care if it’s bad, that right now from the start, as Jax Teller begins to make his way home into your heart... first things first, you want his dick to rip you apart. Now that his little pick-up line worked, he has won his way into your pants.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for... except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon.... as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don't make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

No matter how hard you try, the letter f refuses to fit itself into Hyejoo’s phonemic understanding. She’s a growing toddler so it’s only normal that there are sounds she still can’t pronounce, words she doesn’t quite get. But her inability to say food or family or friends, which are undoubtedly the three most important things in her three year-old world right now, is definitely a setback you didn’t see coming. 

Your worrywart husband has taken matters into his own hands, using the power of Google and about twelve parenting books to create an extensive, one-hour-a-day, mini lesson to try and increase her pronunciation skills. Of course, Hyejoo already attends daycare in the mornings while you and Namjoon are off at work, and gets sufficient learning done there. So she can’t exactly sit through Joon’s lectures, no matter how pretty he tries to decorate her flashcards. She’s still tiny— she’s still your baby, and you want her to enjoy the last of her daycare years before you’re forced to submit her to the worst twelve years of her life (also known as compulsory education). 

But as you’ve mentioned before, Namjoon doesn’t quite feel the same way. 

“She can’t sound out the letter,” he mopes in bed that night. He’s laying down beside you, face smushed against your thigh. The lamp on your side of the bed is the only thing on, casting a faint golden hue on his cheeks.

This conversation has occurred a variety of times these past few weeks, and you’ve just about ran out of every comforting reassurance possible. You settle on stroking a hand through his hair. There are emails to respond to and clients to check in with, but there’s also a huffy husband in bed beside you who quite pitifully crawls up into your arms. 

It’s with his face between your boobs that he speaks again. “What if she’s getting made fun of at school? Or her teachers think she’s dumb?” You roll your eyes. “My baby is not dumb, __,” he says, as if you don’t know. “Her IQ came back above average when I took her to the development specialist that one time, remember?” You have half the mind to tell him an IQ test on a three year old isn’t exactly valid, but there’s already enough stacked on his plate. Finding out he wasted a hundred bucks for an invalid test would just be the cherry on top of all his worries. 

Water clings to the very tips of his hair, remnants of his bath with Hyejoo. Namjoon is getting older now, nothing like the dashing grad student you had met what feels like a lifetime ago. There’s bags under his eyes, bags that surpass any all-nighter-pulling college student’s, induced by none other than the sheer power of becoming a parent. And still, he retains his beauty, looks like a doll with his skin so dewy from his skincare routine, lips puffy and red and kissable. 

He looks up, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his lips, his familiar scent making you melt into his arms. When he pulls away, there’s still a subtle furrow between his brows. 

“Hyejoo is fine,” you reassure him, carding his brown hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Our girl is the smartest three year-old out there,” you huff, feeling the slightest bit annoyed that he could even insinuate otherwise. “And if she was having problems at school, you know I would be the first one in there, fighting all the other moms.” 

Namjoon relents, face falling back into its haven between your tits. “Okay,” he mumbles, muffled from the way his plush lips drag against the soft skin over your sternum. 

The subject of Namjoon’s worries is in the other room sound asleep, not the least bit concerned with measly letters and sounds. It’s really only Namjoon who is, his stack of letter flashcards glaring at you from on top of the dresser. “Your mother hen is showing,” you tease as he slips beneath the covers, leaning over you to flick off your lamp. Just like everything else in your house, his t-shirt smells like him. It’s a natural, woodsy scent that floods your nostrils and makes your toes curl when he comes so close. 

Namjoon snorts as he settles beside you, beefy arm pillowing your head as he pulls you close. “I’m not a mother hen,” he says, hand on your waist, the tantalizing expanse of his neck before your eyes. “I’m the rooster— the cock,” he snickers, and you reward his terrible attempt at a joke with a pinch to his side that has him retreating to the other end of the bed. 

Hyejoo’s best friend in the entire world— or, as she says, her best pren in the entire world —is none other than Park Yerin from daycare. As the universe would have it, Park Yerin is also the one and only daughter of your college philosophy seat neighbor, Park Jimin. 

Crossing paths with him later down the road was not something you could ever anticipate, especially when you and Jimin were never that close in college to begin with. It was the only class you had with him in all four years, one where you had quietly acknowledged his charisma and occasionally shared homework answers, before never speaking to him again. You could have greeted him on campus, as you often crossed paths. But Park Jimin was a walking friendship magnet who seemed to bring with him a parade of followers everywhere he went, and approaching him required three layers of strategic planning if you wanted to catch him alone. 

So bumping into him at the entrance of Hyejoo’s daycare six years later comes as a bit of a shock. You had never pegged him as the type to settle down so quickly— you don’t mean to label him, but there were certain college stereotypes that he fit like a glove —but there he was, carrying the tiny love of his life who’s currently dressed in a bright pink Minnie Mouse dress. 

Unsurprisingly, just like her father, Park Yerin has the same enthralling personality that makes everyone in the three to four year-old daycare class want to be her friend, and your sweet little Hyejoo is not exempt. 

Long story short, out of all the kids at Sunny Side Daycare, Yerin is Hyejoo’s favorite, and Hyejoo is Yerin’s favorite. 

So now it’s been a little over a year since the two girls have established their friendship, which means it’s been a little over a year of acquainting yourself with Jimin again. He’s a house husband, something you never expected, and he loves his daughter like no other. Some afternoons after daycare are spent with Jimin and Yerin at the nearest coffee shop, watching the girls haphazardly scribble over every piece of paper they can get their hands on while the two of you catch up. 

Overall, you’re happy Hyejoo can have a friend like Yerin, and secretly, you're also happy you can finally befriend a fellow parent as nice and put together as Jimin. On top of that, Namjoon’s liked him on the few occasions he’s met him; the two have even gone out for drinks. 

However, befriending Jimin and Yerin comes at a cost, and that cost is seeing your little girl grow up.  

It’s your turn to mope. 

“Yerin asked her to sleepover,” you groan, sadly patting in your skincare routine the next night. Namjoon is somewhere behind you, his naked back glaring at you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. He’s so broad and big, sleep shorts clinging to his waist as he lotions up his body post-shower. There’s a thin gold chain around his neck that glints everytime he moves around, biceps flexing and bulging in plain view until he finally slips his shirt on. There was a time in your life where his back could not go more than two days unscathed, your rabid (read: horny) claw marks painting rosy trails down his spine. These days, you can barely remember the last time he’s held your hand. 

“Who?” he asks once he’s settled beneath the covers with whatever book he’s reading now and his thick-rimmed reading glasses. 

“Who else,” you say, tugging your night robe closer to your chest as if it’ll prevent your heart from breaking anymore than it already was. “Hyejoo’s first sleepover,” you sigh. 

You take it harder than you imagined. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known your little girl was growing up— hello, you were literally watching her grow more and more inches every single day —but you had convinced yourself she would stay your baby for a little while longer. As much as you wanted her to see and learn about the world, you selfishly wanted to keep her home too. She was your baby, your only one at that.

At least Namjoon feels the same way. “Absolutely not,” he squawks, abruptly slamming his book shut. He’s usually really meticulous about lining up his fancy bookmark right on the line he left off on, so his sudden carelessness tells you all you need to know about how he feels. 

You sit down beside him, hand over his. “It’s Yerin’s birthday,” you inform him in what you hope is a comforting tone; unbeknownst to him, you’re trying to reassure yourself as well. “And Jimin said he and his wife are gonna be there the whole night.” You trust Jimin, you really do. If there’s anyone who’s more in love with their kid than you and Namjoon, it’s Jimin. He would never let anything happen to his Yerin, and by extension, he would never let anything happen to your Hyejoo. He’s a good dad. 

Namjoon rubs at his eyes. In the span of two minutes, he’s aged about five years. “No,” he sighs softly, squeezing your hand tightly. “Once she starts going to sleepovers she’ll start wearing makeup and getting into relationships and having her heart broken—“ 

A kiss is enough to silence him when he gets like this, his warm breath fanning across your bottom lip when you pull away. “She just wants to wear tutus and sing Baby Shark right now,” you murmur, hand creeping up over his chest. His heart is beating fast as hell beneath his t-shirt, feels like it’ll burst straight out of his chest if you don’t calm him down. 

He’s the bigger worrier out of the two of you, has a classic case of paranoid parent syndrome. 

It’s no secret that Namjoon has a big brain; he’s an educated man with a respectable job. For every problem he encounters, he can procure a variety of solutions with different approaches. He’s always prepared and part of you thinks he’s a huge reason you managed to survive those first few weeks as a mom. Unlike you, who had attended a whopping two mommy classes in preparation for your upcoming child, Namjoon had studied up on parenting. A lot. He had read books and reviewed scientific studies, had learned about development on the chemistry level and the social level, did all he could until he was confident in his own dad abilities. 

But, for every solution Namjoon can find, there are always twenty-eight other factors to worry about. 

“What if she has an allergic reaction and Jimin doesn’t know what to do,” he pales, death grip on your hand. His matching wedding band digs into your skin and you have to wrestle his hand away before he accidentally breaks your finger. He nearly broke your neck once when you were in college, had almost sent you to the ER mid-thrust because he had underestimated his own strength while trying to choke you.

“Hyejoo doesn’t have any allergies,” you remind him, giving up on your awkward half-seated position as you clamber over him. His thighs are full beneath you, tense up as you move over him and he manhandles you into his chest. 

He’s not done. “What if she asks Jimin for a fizzy drink and he can’t understand her?” His eyes are owlish beneath his glasses, covered in what you can only describe as a visible sheen of absolute terror. “What if he thinks she’s saying ‘pissy’ not ‘fizzy,’ __— what then?” It’s amazing, really, how a man who graduated cum laude can hypothesize this many disasters pertaining to a four year-old’s sleepover. 

In the other room, Hyejoo calls for you, so you gladly take the opportunity to remove yourself from Namjoon and his spiraling thoughts. “Look,” you say, tightening the sash of your robe as you get back up. “I’m gonna go tell her that she can go to Yerin’s sleepover tomorrow,” you tell him, giving him exactly three seconds to groan dramatically, before continuing, “and you figure out how to turn that big brain off by the time I come back.” 

Luckily, the cause of Hyejoo’s sudden wake up is a tiny bug bite she got from playing outside that just won’t stop itching. “Mommy, it hurts,” she whines, digging her nails into the tiny red mark by her knee. 

“Uh huh, lemme see,” you order, turning on her bedside lamp to illuminate the space. Her room is the prettiest shade of yellow, fitting for a ball of sunshine such as herself. “Were you playing by the flowerbeds?” You ask, running a finger over the mark a little too weird looking to simply be another mosquito bite. 

She knows she’s not supposed to play near the flowers— the bugs like her a little too much. It’s with a hesitant little nod that she confesses to it. You give her a pointed look. “You’re not supposed to play too close to the flowers,” you remind her, a tiny scolding for now. 

With a sniffle she responds, “not by the plowers.” 

A little bit of anti-itch cream has her settling, and by the time you return to your bedroom, Namjoon is out cold. 

“How old is Yerin turning?” Namjoon asks her at the door, heartbreak clearly painting his features as you help Hyejoo into her shoes. 

“Pour,” she beams, her tiny hand held up to show four stubby fingers. She has Namjoon’s pretty smile, an honest look in her eyes that makes you want to put her in your pocket and never let her go. Alas, Yerin’s sleepover party starts at five and Hyejoo has been trying to leave since noon. 

“Pour,” Namjoon repeats, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see. He had fought the decision up until the end, had even tried to tactically convince your daughter to stay home by getting a head start on preparing her favorite food. And well. She said no. So now the two of you are stuck having dinosaur chicken nuggets for dinner without her. 

She’s got her little travel bag on now, tiny feet stuffed into her ladybug rain boots because it had rained last night and she’s awfully addicted to jumping in muddy puddles. She’s absolutely adorable, your little girl, and you think Namjoon might’ve let out a tiny sob earlier. (Or maybe it was you.)

Namjoon joins you at the front door. “Be good,” he warns her. His eyes are suspiciously wet, but you don’t say anything because yours are too. You’re both crouched in front of her, her big eyes glancing back and forth between the two of you without a care in the world. Mixing your self-assured personality with Namjoon’s (mostly) composed attitude was quite possibly the worst genetic crossover to ever happen; Hyejoo doesn’t even seem remotely bothered by the fact she’s spending her first night away from home. Meanwhile, you and Namjoon are on the verge of a joint breakdown. 

Anyway, Namjoon gives in first. “Love you forever, princess,” he tells her, their ritual expression, and kisses her forehead. 

She accepts it and then, in an unexpected turn of events, surges forward to hug him around the neck. “Love you pporever, daddy,” she repeats, and your heart feels so painfully full at the sight, like you just unlocked a new life achievement from seeing your daughter and her father be so cute together. You don’t get to coo at them for long, because then she’s giving you a warm hug as well, the same phrase muttered in your ear. 

It’s the hardest thing about parenting. 

Seeing your kid slowly broaden their horizons, meeting new people and learning new things. Leaving home. (Granted, she’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon but even that feels like an eternity away to the dramatic parents you and Namjoon have become.) The second goodbye on Jimin’s doorstep isn’t any easier, especially when Hyejoo tugs on your arm and asks you to “say night to daddy please” for her, and your heart breaks just a little more. Jimin flashes you an understanding smile but all you want to do is punch him in the nose for ever telling Yerin what a sleepover is. 

You get home and Namjoon is in a calmer state by now, some old sitcom he hates playing on the TV. Usually, this time of day is reserved for his daily phonemic lessons with Hyejoo, drilling the f sound into her tiny brain, so you guess this is his preferred method of coping in its place: torturing himself with some boring television show. 

“Hey,” he says, and you crawl into his lap with a sad sniffle. “Shh,” he soothes, hand on the back of your head as he guides you into his chest. You’re actually crying now, which is super embarrassing in itself considering you scolded Namjoon for this exact behavior last night. He doesn’t mention it as he pats your back, stupid sitcom paused in favor of soothing you with the deep vibrations of his voice. “Hye’s gonna be back tomorrow, baby.”

“I want her back now,” you huff, vaguely aware of how childish and silly you sound. The tables have turned, and you find yourself wishing you had the same emotional fortitude as Namjoon now. All those parenting books have clearly amounted for something. Somehow, you will the feeling back into your body and pull away from his chest. You must look a mess because he doesn’t even try to hide the amusement on his face. “This is the worst day of my life.” 

Namjoon laughs, deep and hearty, with his eyes squeezing shut from the force. “Come on, wifey, those chicken nuggets aren’t gonna eat themselves.”

It’s quite possibly the most boring evening you’ve had in years. 

(The internet calls it new parent syndrome, where you’re so undeniably in love with your first child and the parenting experience that the rest of the world is put on pause.)

You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)

Kids are prone to asking weirdly philosophical questions, a fact that had greatly delighted you when Hyejoo first started speaking. Who am I? What’s money? Why not? It could get annoying sometimes, trying to answer all of Hyejoo’s curiosities. But as you begin on your second batch of dinosaur chicken nuggets, all you can think about is how Jimin gets to answer them tonight. 

Anyway, seven rolls around and you and Namjoon are bored. You can only watch so many episodes of Seinfield before you get tired of feigning interest, so you retire from the living room for the night. “I’m gonna take a bath,” you tell him, but he’s as brain dead as you by now. 

A second later, “lemme join.” 

It’s been a while since the two of you have squeezed into the bathtub together, usually assigning each other days to individually join Hyejoo. So it’s really not either of your faults when you realize a second too late how small the space is. One on each end, feet bumping into each other with every movement, it’s like trying to squeeze two feet into one shoe. You try to readjust yourself, but the bath flooring is slippery and you nearly take away Namjoon’s procreative abilities with a mighty kick. 

To make a long story short, you end up pressed against his chest, Namjoon’s thick thighs framing you as you relax into the steaming water. Instinctively, he reaches for Hyejoo’s bottle of baby shampoo that sits on the tub’s ledge and only catches himself just as the first droplet is meeting his palm. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs, quickly closing the lid before he can waste any more precious product. “Shit, I’m so sad.”

You snort, sinking farther back into his chest. He’s warm and soft in all the right ways, the hot water making him slippery. “What did we even do before Hyejoo?” you ask, reaching into the deepest crevices of your mind for answers. Namjoon’s hand comes around, fingers sprawled out over your knee, the one you have propped up and breaking the water’s surface 

He makes a rather vague sound, something like I don’t know, as he lolls forward, forehead on your shoulder. “Go on dates,” he responds eventually. “Fuck like crazy.” 

You roll your eyes. “Besides that,” you chide, pinching the back of his palm. “Don’t we have any hobbies? Any interests?” He doesn’t answer, which is all the answer you need. Why didn’t you get into puzzle solving back when it was a trend? “Is this what our life has become? Crying in a bathtub at seven pm because our emotional support child isn’t here?”

“Our only child,” he corrects. Namjoon tries to placate your looming existential crisis with a kiss to your shoulder, lips against wet skin, that he trails up to your neck. “And what’s wrong with going on dates and fucking?” he murmurs, hands around your stomach. “That’s how we got here,” he teases, and you’re not sure if it’s the warm water or the way his voice is like melted chocolate dripping down your body, but you become all too aware of his presence at that moment. Particularly, of the plush lips mindlessly kissing your shoulder, the wet smack of their motions. 

Another kiss, this time right below your ear. It has your head rolling to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss up on. There’s still that overwhelming cloud of worry in the back of your mind, but it’s gradually nudged away by Namjoon’s warm hands on your skin. Sensing your weakening resolve, Namjoon strikes again. A hand slips down over your stomach, brushes over your belly button and finds itself between your thighs. “You used to love date nights, baby,” he says, the pad of his pointer finger grazing your clit. 

It’s been so long since you and Namjoon have been alone like this, months since you’ve been able to touch him beyond a simple make out session, a halfhearted grope beneath the sheets. Your daughter, as much as you loved her, made intimacy impossible for the two of you. She was always around, always looking for one or the both of you, so there was never time to even think about getting frisky. 

Only now, with his finger circling your clit, do you realize the blessing in disguise that was your daughter’s first slumber party away from home. 

His finger nudges your clit, flicks it teasingly. “Why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?” he hums, the hand that had been soothingly stroking the inside of your thigh coming up to rub at your breasts. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. Resting your head on his shoulder leaves Namjoon with a clear view down your front, lips kissing and sucking along your neck. His huge hand palms your breast, massaging the sensitive skin. You hadn’t realized how sore you’d been until now, his nimble fingers pressing deliciously into the skin. If your nipples weren’t already hard before, they certainly were now. 

He traps one pearled nipple between two fingers, the sudden pinch making you hiss. “Easy, now,” he chuckles, his low tenor paired with his wandering hands making your eyes roll back. 

Namjoon liked to use a higher tone around the house. He read somewhere that children prefer lighter, sweeter tones, so the last few years have been spent listening to him lighten the tone of his voice for the sake of your daughter. The deeper, growlier voice that had first made you fall in love with him became a rarity in your household, reserved for quiet nights in the living room or long drives where Hyejoo was asleep in the backseat. Only then does he unleash the gravelly qualities of his voice. 

Then, and apparently, now. 

His doll-like lips press against your jaw, suck lightly enough to make your body tingle. “Do you remember how it was the first time?” he says suddenly, his hot breath against your neck. 

Namjoon’s got your clit trapped between two wandering fingers, has your pussy twitching with the vibrations of his voice alone. And for some reason, he’s trying to reminisce about your first time sleeping together. 

“N- Not really,” you confess, subtly reaching down. You cover his palm with yours, hoping your touch will encourage him to carry on with his actions. It doesn’t. It just leaves both your hands hovering over your pussy, your thighs instinctively closing in on them to keep him there. Namjoon responds to that, releasing the breast he had been gently massaging in order to pry your legs apart. He does it so easily, despite the way your legs feel tight as hell, and the fact makes you whimper. 

Once he’s got his hands back between your thighs— this time, he uses one hand to carefully part your quivering lips, the other one gingerly pressing down against your clit to draw the most heavenly sensations out of you —Namjoon feels the need to dive into a recap of your first fuck. “You were so cute,” he laughs, and you don’t know if you should take offense. Well, considering you're married and have a kid now, it’s probably too late to say anything anyway. His hand suddenly switches gears, three fingers joining together to begin caressing them over your throbbing clit. “Kept talking to me so politely, even when you were creaming my cock.”

You scoff, but it gets cancelled out by the moan he draws out of you. “D- Didn’t know you that well,” you remind him, your thighs twitching. You desperately want to buck forward into his giving hands, want to feel the true power of those long, pretty fingers on your cunt. 

Behind you, Namjoon’s cock grows thick, his breathing a slow and steady pace by your ear. You can already imagine how heavy he is, the vein that runs along the underside and throbs with each new bit of stimulus he receives. Normally you would reach back and try to offer him the same helping hand he gives you, but your thighs feel wobbly already. Your libido has been dormant for so long that even just the barest flick of his thumb has you dissolving into his arms like this is your first time. 

It’s as if Namjoon’s sensing your inner battle, a muffled laugh against the side of your neck. “This is about you,” he reminds you. As much as you want to protest, a sudden hard rub against your quivering lips has you gasping for breath. “Give me a kiss,” he commands softly, nudging his nose against the side of your face. It takes a second for you to ground yourself, draw yourself away from your building pleasure, to turn toward his waiting lips. 

Namjoon kisses you slowly, like he’s taking his time with you. For the first time in a long time, he truly can. He doesn’t have to worry about a certain someone waking up in the middle of the night or walking in or anything along those lines, lips molding against yours. Plush as always, the faint taste of dinosaur chicken nuggets clinging to his lips. It makes you laugh a little, drawing away with an airy giggle. Namjoon smiles at your reaction, murmuring a soft, “what is it?”

You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as he continues his circular motions against your clit. “Nothing,” you pant, finally getting in your first thrust against his fingers. “I just really need you,” you say instead, pushing his hand harder down against you. 

You’re feeling a little antsy, having been deprived of this sensation for so long. Namjoon knows this, which is why he very purposely slows down. “There’s no rush,” he smirks, placing a kiss against your chin. “How do you want it, baby?”

The inside of your brain is a scrambled mess, filled with fantasies and ideas that have been plaguing you for months. There’s so much you want to do, want to try, but it’s like your brain completely blanks out when he asks. It’s just as you’re beginning to formulate a thought that you’re interrupted by the sound of your ringtone in the other room. Your husband’s arms tighten around you. “Don’t go,” he says quietly, the tip of his nose running along your neck. It’s so tempting to stay here, to let yourself go in his arms and chase the pleasure you’ve been craving for so long. 

But the endless possibilities of who exactly could be calling wins over. Was it work? Was it your parents? Jimin?

It is with a heavy sigh that you reach for Namjoon’s hand, slowly pushing him away from your cunt. “I’m sorry, honey,” you frown, standing up out of the tub. Your legs really do feel like jelly, and you nearly slip and crack your skull on the porcelain edge. Luckily, Namjoon is there to steady you with two secure hands on your waist. “I’ll make it quick,” you reassure him, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips as you fasten a towel around your body. 

The phone is just starting up its final ring when you reach it. It’s Jimin, and you’re torn between being thankful that you’re getting word on Hyejoo and full blown panic from the fact Jimin is calling you while Hyejoo is in his care. The unease has you accepting the call without a second more to waste. “Hello?” you say, hand tightening on the front of your towel. Stray water droplets trace ticklish trails down the backs of your thighs.

“__?” comes Jimin’s sweet voice. It’s normally soothing, but right now it has every hair on your body standing on end. Before you can even respond, Jimin is jumping headfirst into a whirlwind of a conversation. “Sorry for calling so late, but I just wanted to check in on you, babe. I know you were really panicked about Hye’s first night away from home, but don’t worry! Me and the missus are doing everything we can to make sure she’s fine.”

His confidence reassures you, lessens the weight that had been sitting on your chest all afternoon. But at the same time, you find yourself wanting to throttle him. 

Your gorgeous, sexy hunk of a husband is sitting in the other room, cock at full mast and ready to pleasure you to the moon and back, and here you are listening to Jimin brag about how good of a caretaker he is. You were definitely going to make Jimin pay for this. 

Deep breaths, you tell yourself, toying with a stray thread on your towel. “Really,” you drawl, and you can practically see Jimin’s ego swell over the line. 

“Yup,” Jimin agrees, and by the sounds of it, doesn’t seem like he’s hoping to end this call anytime soon. You want to shoulder part of the blame; you had been extra sad and mopey when you dropped your daughter off. On top of being a good dad, Jimin was also a good friend. It was only naturally he wanted to reassure you when he could. 

Still, the memory of Namjoon’s wet chest was calling out to you. 

“The girls are playing princess in the living room with the missus right now,” Jimin chats on. “New dresses and everything— the Yerin Birthday Special —and they asked me to be their handsome prince!” You sincerely cannot wait for the day you get to introduce Jimin to your right fist. 

“That’s great,” you offer, not that he’s really listening. He’s too busy talking about Yerin (and making sure to include Hyejoo in for your sake) and how amazing it is to watch your kids grow up before your very eyes. And while you agree with the sentiment, you really wish he had called you and told you this earlier, when you were at the peak of your motherly meltdown. Not now with Namjoon waiting for you in the bathtub. Was the water even warm anymore? 

The mind blowing orgasm practically slips from your fingertips the longer Jimin talks. “Anyway! Enough about them. I’m thinking of trying out that blueberry bread recipe that aired on TV last night. You know, the one they had that actress make.”

You’ve just about resigned yourself to listening to Jimin talk about his love for pastries for the next thirty minutes when something brushes up behind you. “What the fu—“

He’s so tall and broad, practically covers your entire frame when he stands so close. And his smile is so pretty when he aims it your way. “Sh,” Namjoon murmurs, gesturing towards your phone.  

“__?” Jimin calls. “Everything alright?” 

Namjoon nods eagerly, the hands on your waist properly positioning you in front of him. It’s with a shudder running down your spine that you respond. “I’m fine,” you tell Jimin, letting go of the front of your towel when Namjoon abruptly pushes you over. The white comforter infused with both of your scents comes all too close, your elbow barely managing to reach out in time to catch you.  

Wide eyed, you turn to throw Namjoon a scandalized look over your shoulder. He meets you with a close-mouthed smile, the dimples in his cheeks making themselves known. His chest is drier now, the smooth planes covered in a thin dewy glow and a spattering of droplets he missed. There’s a towel around his waist that’s barely doing its job, especially when you catch sight of the erection tenting beneath it. 

“As I was saying,” Jimin rambles on. Namjoon nods towards the device, refusing to move again until you finally turn back around to finish your conversation with Jimin. “That actress fucked it up so bad. They really give anyone with a pretty face screen time these days, huh? At least I know how to properly preheat an oven.”

You nod. “You do make the best cookies in town,” you respond, a ball of anticipation building in your throat from the mere fact Namjoon is standing behind you. 

It’s completely warranted once you feel two cold fingers trail up the back of your thigh, your towel gradually pushed up to drape around your waist. The air in your room is a little chilly, and the goosebumps that raise on your skin are partly due to that, as well as the ghostlike touch of Namjoon’s fingers. “Pretty,” he murmurs, so deep and gravelly it has you shuddering.  

Two fingers dance along your skin, and you subconsciously jolt away when they meet the tender skin around your pussy. By your ear, Jimin says, “if I completely fuck it up, we’ll just pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?”

Using your own body against you, Namjoon lets one finger dip just the smallest bit into your quivering hole. You clench up, thighs trembling when he eventually pulls it back out and traces your own wetness over your folds. “Perfect,” you bite out, clutching at the sheets beneath you as Namjoon reaches for your forgotten clit. It’s still so sensitive from your little fun in the bath, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to hold back the whiny gasp in your throat. 

Behind you, Namjoon suddenly presses in close. One hand on your hip, he gently encourages you onto the bed. Your knees sink into the mattress, one less strain on your legs. “Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding your behavior with a finger sinking into your cunt. 

“Joo—“ you almost slip, burying your face into the sheets just in time. 

A devastatingly slow pace, his finger just barely moving in and out of you. The bulk of your pleasure is coming from that bundle of nerves towards your front, but the teasing gesture isn’t appreciated anyway. When he leans over you, breath against your neck, you feel the length of his cock against your thigh. “He’s asking you a question,” Namjoon whispers, “answer him, baby.”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he presses himself closer. Jimin hasn’t even noticed your lack of participation, mindlessly humming a song. The sounds of a running sink highlight his vocals. “Oh, absolutely,” you babble. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.” 

“Ha!” Jimin scoffs. “I knew I could always count on you, Miss __,” he snarks playfully. 

The hand toying with your clit comes around your waist, fingers stroking against your folds from this new angle. A silent moan has you writhing forward, unconsciously away from him as Jimin babbles on the other end of the line. He’s none the wiser to the lewd acts happening on the line, listening to the sound of his own voice. Namjoon lands a mean little bite against your shoulder, plunging his finger deeper inside of your clenching hole. 

Paired with his teasing fingers, it’s nearly impossible to withhold your moans, biting your lip until it stings. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper against the sheets, holding your phone as far away as possible from your mouth as a litany of curse words spill from your lips. Namjoon chuckles at your dramatics, not like he has his fingers deep inside of you right now or anything. 

“So cute,” he hums, removing his hand from your clit to snatch your towel away. It gives way too easily, messily thrown over the edge of the bed. With your back completely exposed now, Namjoon wastes no time trailing a line of kisses up your spine, finishing off with an especially wet and hard one behind your ear. “Hang up now.”

His permission sets your body on edge, drawing your phone close again. Jimin is talking about dinner or something, you don’t even know. Not an ounce of remorse fills you when you clear your throat and hurriedly announce, “I have to—“ Namjoon’s cock, finally uncovered by his towel, presses against your folds and you nearly lose it. “—I have to go now, Jimin,” you say, leveling your breathing as best as you can. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Jimin says, thrown off by your sudden departure. 

The mushroom tip of his cock kisses your clit. “Fuck— I really have to go.” And you hang up, chucking the phone off to the side hastily. With your hands both freed, you scramble onto your back, meeting the amused gaze of your husband behind you. “Fuck me, now.”

Namjoon laughs, reaching for the towel barely clinging onto his waist. One suave swoop later and it joins yours on the floor. “You did good,” he praises, lowering himself between your spread thighs. You roll your eyes, grabby hands reaching for his hips until he’s sitting snugly against you, cock resting over your throbbing cunt. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you snap, the tight feeling in your tummy growing with every second that passes. Namjoon isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be, a pearly bead of cum appearing at the tip of his engorged cock. “Just fuck me now.”

He raises a brow. “Missionary?” As if it’s the first time. 

“Is there something wrong with it?” you ask anyway, self-consciously reaching an arm over yourself to cover your naked breasts. They’ve pebbled over just from his stare alone. 

Namjoon hesitates, the hand on your hip drawing slow circles with his thumb. Eventually, he responds with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s not the best.” This is news to you, and you find yourself sitting up at the sudden bomb he’s dropped. 

He’s still hard as rock between you, his dick laying almost artfully against your slit. You really just want to throw aside all reservations and begin grinding against him, penetration be damned, but now Namjoon’s got that thoughtful quirk to his lips. The one that usually accompanies any big brained idea, so you settle down, nudging him with your thigh until he’s looking at you again. “Penny for your thoughts?” What you really want to say is please fuck me like I’m just another cum rag of yours and make it hurt, but alas. 

Namjoon sits back on his haunches. “I read somewhere that on your hands and knees is the best way to get pregnant.” You choke on your own tongue, face ablaze from his forward statement. Meanwhile, Namjoon is looking as relaxed as ever. 

You hadn’t really discussed children after Hyejoo. The wordless agreement had been that sure, you were both down for another kid sometime in the future. But the exact date had sort of been murky. Hyejoo is three now, and you heard from another mom that it’s difficult for children with wide age gaps to get along. You don’t want her growing up being far removed from another sibling. 

But also, now?

It’s like Namjoon knows your thoughts before you even do. “Alright, wifey, say no more,” he says, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. “I’ll get the condom, alright?”

And then he’s stepping off the bed, every muscle of his toned body flexing as he swaggers over towards the dresser. He’s a walking dream, the physical embodiment of all your crazy sex fantasies, and he wants to fuck a baby into you. Your pussy says yes, but your rationality is still on the fence. 

You roll onto your side, head propped into your open palm. “You want another baby?” you ask tentatively. Namjoon shrugs, carefully opening the new box of condoms you had bought half a year ago. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to have another kid,” he answers, procuring a tiny foil packet from the box and returning to his spot between your legs. It’s like staring at a marble statue from this angle, the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous slope of his nose, the sharp angles of his face. You really lucked out. 

Your decision comes just as he’s easing the rubber over the tip of his cock, the swollen head just barely enveloped. You place a hand against his wrist, earning his attention. “Take it off,” you mumble, and you swear on your entire life he swells another inch. 

“Oh, baby,” he groans, hastily throwing the condom somewhere across the room. He rolls over you, bulging arms sweeping you up into his embrace, lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. You whimper, letting his tongue push itself past your lips. When he pulls away, it’s with a wet pop and glistening lips. They’re so puffy now, flushed a nice rosy color, that makes him look even more handsome when he smiles down at you. “Gonna look so pretty all pregnant,” he beams, placing a chaste kiss against you one last time before he’s hurriedly rolling you onto your stomach. 

You hide your bashful expression against the sheets, suddenly feeling very shy before him. But then Namjoon’s cock is running along your lips and you’re left a shivering mess. “Please just fuck me,” you beg hoarsely, and Namjoon obeys. 

“Whatever you want, wifey,” he teases, and before you can call him out for his cheesiness, he’s pressing his thumb into your aching hole once more. “Is this okay?” he asks, somberly for the first time in what seems like forever. 

“I’m okay,” you confess, a little shyly now that you know his true motives.  

Namjoon chuckles, quickly removing his finger from inside of you to give your ass one soothing pat. “Going in,” he warns you, and finally, you’re rewarded for all your struggles. It’s only as his mushroom head squeezes in that you realize you could have done with a bit more stretching, but that thought fades away the more and more he pushes in. “Fuck,” he groans, the low intonation of his voice making your toes curl.

If it’s not his voice, it’s the sheer length of his cock inside of you. The girth makes your spine tingle, has you muffling a pitiful whimper into the comforter beneath you. “Relax for me,” he directs, and then suddenly he’s placing a palm against your back, pushing you further down. “Hips up.” 

You groan. The normally soft fabric of the blanket feels like hell on your sensitive breasts. “I’m trying,” you whine, pushing back onto him in an effort to familiarize yourself with his cock again. It’s been so long since he’s been inside of you like this, since he’s filled you so well, that your body acts a little stupid now. He hasn’t even begun thrusting and you already feel like you’ll cum just from this.  

The angle is different than your usual style, has him moving along every inch of you as he sinks in. Two big hands grab at your waist, manhandling you closer to him until you’re just like he wants you to be. “There we go,” he sighs, and with him motionless, you finally relax. It’s about a two second pause before he begins to draw himself back out. “How do you want it?” he grunts, but it’s lost beneath the moan that escapes you. It’s the same question he asked you in the tub, right before Jimin called, except this time you have an answer. 

“Fast,” you gasp, the pain from the stretch finally, finally, melting away as your body grows accustomed to his presence inside of you. “Do it fast, please.”

Namjoon does as he’s told, waiting until he’s pulled out until the tip to satisfy your requests. And then he’s off. 

Your body isn’t as young as it once was, left a little worn from the entire child-bearing process. Sometimes you wonder how exactly you and Namjoon would fuck until sunrise before, how your sex drive was so high that it allowed such a thing to happen. Admittedly, there’s currently a stiffness inside of you that has been there for a while now, and you barely remember how you got rid of it before. Apparently, this is how.

Namjoon’s hard cock rams into you once, makes you release the most embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden intrusion, and it’s like all those months of tension that built up in your body are melted away. His cock pushes past your folds, creating a lewd squelching sound that would otherwise leave you mortified to learn it came from your body. You shudder, desperately pushing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to feel it again. 

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he growls, snapping his hips forwards. His skin slaps against yours, leaves you feeling tender from the brutal movements of his body. But at the same time, it feels absolutely terrific. 

Your lips are still coated in your own wetness, have him noisily moving in and out. “J- Joon,” you whimper softly, but you doubt he hears it over the sound of his own labored breathing. “More.”

He responds with a sudden piston inside of you that has the tip of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. “More?” he huffs, the hand on your back pressing down until you fear you’ll become one with the mattress. “You want more?” You nod hurriedly, somehow managing to stretch a hand down between you to toy with your clit. The brush of your own fingers has you bucking back onto him in surprise.

Wordlessly, he speeds up his pace, thrusting his hips into your velvety walls at a faster speed than before. It’s a weird sensation, a sort of ticklish feeling m that makes you tremble with each roll forward. You can’t say the two of you have done it in this position a lot, always preferring the more romantic missionary position to anything else, but this experience was quickly making you an avid believer of its validity as a top tier sex position. 

You swirl your pointer finger around your clit, trying to sync up your shaky touch with his steady thrusts. It’s useless, because every time you feel like you’ve gotten into the same groove, Namjoon one ups you by hauling you back against him. “Oh, f- fuck,” you sob, clawing at the sheets beneath you. 

Namjoon groans, momentarily pausing his rapid thrusts to roll his buried cock against you. “Come on, baby,” he husks, the hilt of his cock kissing your folds. 

There’s a lot of built up sexual tension inside of you, months on top of months of nothingness. Not to mention that little scene in the bathtub just now. So you’re not really surprised that your orgasm rears its head so early, curling up tightly in your stomach the longer Namjoon fucks you. He’s back to thrusting now, shallow little movements that make you see stars every time his cock glides inside of you. “Joon, I'm gonna...” you rasp out pitifully, grinding back against him. 

“Whenever you want,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against your shoulder. It’s sweet, but on top of that, it has him pushing in further than before, finally pressed against that sensitive spot inside of you that makes your entire body lock up. You sob, thighs quivering when he reaches an arm around you. It’s almost romantic how your hands meet, his fingers covering yours as he guides them over your clit slowly. “Give it to me, baby,” he croons, lips pressed securely against your neck. He leaves soft kisses there, smooches really, that make you melt. 

Another shallow buck of his hips forward and you’re cumming, breaths picking up until they accumulate into a choked wail against the sheets. “Fuck— oh, fuck,” you cry, your thighs spasming from the force of your first satisfying orgasm in months. Namjoon holds you through it, slowly thrusting inside of you until he’s drawn out your entire orgasm.

The new added pleasure makes his movements sound even wetter, dirtier even. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing himself back up to his full height behind you. You feel absolutely boneless beneath him, laying limply against the mattress as Namjoon repositions your hips for himself. “Can I finish like this, sweetheart?” he asks anyway, thumbs drawing a soothing pattern along your hip. 

You can barely catch your breath, so you settle on a halfhearted nod that has him huffing out a laugh. 

For some reason, Namjoon fucks you harder once he knows you’ve had your fill. Like he’s trying to draw another orgasm out of you, but is also the least bit concerned with you. Honestly, it works. He moves fast and hard, like he has no regard for your pleasure, and for some reason that turns you on more than it should. It’s this weird fantasy of yours, to be mistreated by a man as respectful as Namjoon, and you find yourself weirdly fulfilling it now as he fucks his cock into you. 

His fingers dig into your skin, wildly bucking into you as he chases his own high, and it’s embarrassing how quickly a second one builds up for you. You moan at one particular thrust, body sensitive all over. “Oh,” you whimper, “Namjoon.”

He grunts, your cries fueling him on as he continues his mad race to the end. “Gonna cum with me again?” he pants, his quick pace rocking you forward. You nod, using your killer grip on the sheets to ground yourself as you weakly attempt to meet his thrusts. “Aren’t you the sweetest,” he hums, and doesn’t let you respond as he continues to jackhammer his way into your pussy at a bruising pace. 

It takes a few more thrusts, and one whiny cry of his name— “come on, Joonie,” you whimper, turning to throw him a teary-eyed gaze over your shoulder; he shudders at the sight —until Namjoon is finally tipped over the edge, shooting his pleasure deep into you on the next thrust. It’s warm, paints your walls and threatens to spill out when he finally pulls out. 

But Namjoon has read up, using those big strong arms of his to keep you from collapsing onto your tummy as he scrambles around for something to keep your hips up. “It sticks better this way,” he says, a sheen of sweat against his temples when he flops down beside you. 

“What sticks better,” you groan, the achy feeling of just having your world rocked quickly settling into your bones. 

Namjoon leans forward and places a kiss against your lips, as if saying here, for all your hard work. “You know... it,” he shrugs, hands behind his head as he prepares himself to supervise your post-sex nap, just to make sure you don’t accidentally move around and let his cum leak out. “You did good, wifey,” he praises with another smooch. “Maybe we should let Hyejoo sleep over at Jimin’s more.”

Hyejoo’s return is the highlight of the year. 

You pick her up around noon, and your heart nearly grows ten sizes when you see her come running down Jimin’s front steps and into your arms. “Hi, mommy,” she beams, the same smile as Namjoon. And just like Namjoon, you can’t stop yourself from covering her face in tiny kisses. She says they tickle and squirms and squeals in your embrace. 

Jimin’s at the door with this weirdly blank look on his face. “Hey, Jimin,” you call out, helping Hyejoo load her bag into the backseat.

“Hey…” he greets, just as Hyejoo frantically begins calling for you to buckle her in. “Um, __,” Jimin says, but you’re a little busy securing the tiny love of your life into her booster seat, so you just throw him a quick glance to let him know you’re listening. Kinda. “There’s something I have to tell you—“

“I wanna see daddy!” Hyejoo babbles from the backseat, wildly waving her hands around as you finally close the door on her. With it shut, her loud voice is drowned out and you’re left raising a brow at Jimin as you round the front of the car. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

Jimin comes down the steps, awkwardly hovering by the front of your car. “Um, when we were on the phone—“ Hyejoo knocks her tiny hands against the window, gesturing for you to hurry up. You flash Jimin an apologetic frown at the interruption. “Well, you see. She kinda heard us— well, me—” 

Another flurry of knocks, and you can’t wait to relay to Namjoon how excited your daughter had been to see him again. It’ll boost his ego, not that he really needs it to be any bigger. “That’s fine,” you tell Jimin, swinging your door open. Immediately, Hyejoo’s high-pitched voice fills the space between you and Jimin. “You know I don’t mind talking to the missus,” you joke, nudging his side. “She’s my friend too, ya know.”

“Gotta show daddy something!” Hyejoo shouts from the backseat, has this big smile on her face that makes you smile as well. 

Beside you, Jimin is quickly falling apart. “No, well—” you drop down into your seat “it wasn’t her who heard—“ You shut the door, lowering the window to thank Jimin one more time. Hyejoo beats you to it.

“Bye, Mr. Jimin!” she says, tiny legs kicking around all wildly in her excitement. You shake your head with a grin, waving goodbye to Jimin one last time as you pull out of his driveway. 

“Daddy!” Hyejoo shrieks upon entering your home. Her tiny overnight bag is tossed down at the entryway, ladybug rain boots haphazardly kicked towards the general direction of the shoe closet. Namjoon had been upstairs in his study when you left, but he now comes bounding down the steps at the sound of your daughter’s voice. He cries out a dopey, “princess”, as he scoops her up in his big arms. He does a twirl and everything, so dramatic. But it makes Hyejoo giggle like crazy. 

She allows one big fat kiss against her chubby cheeks before she’s shushing him with the news of her announcement. “Daddy, look,” she beams, holding his face between her tiny hands. “I can say the f sound now!”

Namjoon has been avidly working towards this ability for months now. Namjoon, who has spent nights reading every page of every child development book possible, who has spent hours decorating pretty flashcards for her, who has sectioned off time from his busy schedule everyday just to go over lessons with her. Well, Namjoon looks over the goddamn moon at the news. 

“Let’s hear it, honey,” you urge, stepping in when his happiness renders him incapable of speech. So he just nods along, looks like a bobblehead doll beside you. 

And with both of her proud, sometimes overprotective, parents standing before her, Hyejoo puts on a big grin and says, “fuck.”

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[theodorevg923]

Werebeast FNAF AU

WERE!FNAF X Gen Reader

Cause thanks to getrammed I can't get this outta my head. I've been writing it with Bonnie's Bar n Lounge and I'm taking a break so let's do some world building!

(Been working on this for a couple weeks!)

Feel free to use snippets off it. I'd love to see what ya make with it!

(Updated May 9 '22)

I'll update it eventually

Master List!

Really long with ⚠️ NSFW Rut Habits info!

⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞🔞🔞

Lots of kinks, arachnophobia, and slight gore

Glamrock Band:

Freddy:

Brown Bear

7' 10"

Age: 34

Leader of the band and singer, co-owner of the plex

Relationship: Unknown

Werebear Bite: TBA

Breeding Habits: Oh ho, ya thought this bear was SOFT? Just wait, ya see how he truly is during breeding season. Special room built within his office, away from from prying eyes. Only the best for his SUPERSTAR! A massive bed in this dark den, piled high with pillows and silk sheets. Being the owner of the plex, he can't spend all day with ya, but that doesn't mean ya can escape! Bound to the room, all ya could ever need will be there. His desires to fill ya up are strongest at night, writhing beneath this big bear. Soaked and dripping, bites and scratches galore, his desires for CUBS overwhelm ya. Don't worry, he won't let ya fall as ya moans and whimpers drown out his roars.

Monty:

American Alligator

8'

Age: 25

Bass player, runs Gator Golf

Relationship: Spiked / WerePanther @spikedsoul

Weregator Bite: Worst bite in the plex. Bit at the young age of 7 years old by a feral weregator.

Taken in by Freddy and Bonnie at age 15.

Breeding Habits: Alligators are typically monogamous, but not this one! Expect nests in both his room and deep in Gator Golf. Mating for alligators is simple but an exquisite show of strength, AGILITY, and stamina. Expect rough sex and a lot of LOVE bites, rolling ya around, wrapping his body around. Don't think ya can escape, cause he will keep ya in the nest for days, cock warming is a GODSEND with this alligator. Coming to breed ya after every show, all his anger turned to lust and desire. In the still of the night, this alligator's guttural growl will have ya soaked, swimming in the clear pools.

Roxy:

Grey Wolf

6' 8"

Age: 25

Keytaurist, runs Roxy Raceway and Roxy's Salon

Werewolf Bite: Unwillingly bitten at the age of 15 causing self esteem issues.

Raised under Foxy's care after her bite.

Breeding Habits: RUN! This werewolf lives for the chase between . Once she catches ya, everything's over. Wolves don't den much until pups are born, but there will be two in the Raceway and her room. She will take ya after every show, for every chase. Her favorite is the Raceway Shop, smell of ya juices, sweat, metal, and oils driving her FERAL. Be prepared for her to eat ya out nonstop, nips between ya legs, belly, thighs, and ya neck. If toys are ya thing, there will be bites to ya back n neck during WOLF style. Unless ya don't mind scars, scratches will be soft and gentle to prevent scarring.

Chica:

Sussex Chicken

6' 3"

Age: 29

Guitarist, runs Mazersize and Roxy's Salon

Werechicken Bite: TBA

Breeding Habits: OH, ya thought she was just a sweet chicken? Wait until breeding season, she ain't such a softie then. Better get ya stretches in first cause this girl will try EVERY position possible. Nests will be in her room, kitchen closet, and a hidden room in the Mazercise, coated in her FEATHERS just for ya. Chickens don't normally have teeth, but werechickens do! Bites will be galore, eating up the taste of ya skin and soft bites. And she will LOVE to eat ya out, coating ya in food, devouring it off ya flesh.

Daycare:

Sun:

Eastern Coyote

9' 3"

Age: 24

Daycare Attendant, runs daycare with Moon, and runs the children's theater.

Werecoyote Bite: Bit at the age of 17.

Breeding Habits: This coyote keeps his den high above the plex, in the balcony. A loud howler, romps with him are fun with teasing and tickling. Drawing all over ya skin as a CANVAS, washable or edible PAINTS of course! Soft blankets, pillows and plushies will fill the den ya share. Just because this coyote is gentle with children, doesn't mean he is with ya. Bites and scratches mark was skin in patterns and designs. The FUN never ends with this one!

Moon:

Eastern Coyote

9' 3"

Age: 24

Daycare Attendant, runs daycare with Sun, head of security

Werecoyote Bite: Bit the same time as Sun, age 17.

Breeding Habits: Stolen from Sun, this coyote is much different than his twin. Bound, BLINDED, and gagged high in a suspended nest above the daycare. He competes with the bites his twin left, making his own designs. He prefers ya SOFT moans, watching ya body seize in the dark. Sweet nothings are whispered in ya ear, taking ya long and slow. Gentle squeezes and caresses, cock warming as ya SLEEP so peacefully. Be warned, this coyote has a thing for somnophilia.

Others:

Bonnie:

Flemish Rabbit

8' 2"

Age: 34

Retired from the band. Runs Bonnie's Bowl and Bonnie's Bar n Lounge, bouncer of the bar. Co-owner of the plex.

Relationship: TBA

Wererabbit Bite: TBA

Breeding Habits: Rabbits are well know for their breeding habits and his one ain't any different. Ya will have a BURROW in his room, but he will take ya anywhere, anytime a hint of arousal hits his ears. Rabbits are known to be QUICK, but not this one. This rabbit is loud, purring and growling, taking ya for hours at a time. Being the most violent in the plex, he will pepper ya in bites, loving every one of ya screams and moans. If ya try to leave, he will BIND ya down. Can't be having his cottontail escaping! This rabbit is the ultimate dom, breaking ya down to need only HIM, forever.

Foxy:

Red Fox

Age: 32

7' 5"

Captain Foxy of Pirate Cove

Relationship: [FINALLY] Rosebush Twins; Raspberry and Karvelia / humans

Werefox Bite: TBA

Breeding Habits: This fox loves his tricks, even more so during breeding season. His den can be found deep in the bowels of the ship, ever suspended HAMMOCK with exquisite pillows, silks and satins. Bondage play if wonderful with the fox, just the right tension to suspend ya from the ceiling in SILK ties, blinded and gagged by bandanas. He will adorn ya body in oils and RICHES, praising ya for hours. Nipping and licking at ya supple skin, coated in whiskey and RUM. Don't worry about leaving Captain's quarters, he'll keep ya well fed as he breeds ya every night, desperate for crewmates.

DJMM:

Zebra Spider

10' 7"

Age: ?

Runs Music Man's Dancefloor n Karaoke

Relationship: unknown

Werespider bite: Werespiders are rare. Not much is know about their bites and DJMM will not speak of his.

Breeding Habits: A special nest high above the dancefloor, woven of spider threads and SILK ribbons. Wrapped and bound in his threads, this spider will worship ya as he breeds ya. Bites caress ya skin, greedy for the SWEET liquid contained within. This spider lives to dance all night, bound in the night for an endless ritual. Ya squeals and cries echo through the dance floor, in a SONG just for him. Ambrosia drips from his fangs, in a never ending high of ecstasty. The world disappears, lost in his gentle embrace of music.

WereBlobby: [NOT CANON]

Not much is known about this... creature.

Said to have been infected with an unknown bacterial infection.

Simply put, it's grotesque. Rotting flesh perpetually drips from it's various species bones, black blood pouring out in rivulets. Supposedly contains remains of animals and werecreatures it's consumed. Bear, fox, rabbit, and other creatures heads and limb protrudes through shifting flesh. Various HEARTBEATS can be found within and heard in the ever present silence.

It doesn't mean any harm, it lost it's conciousness and hunger a long time ago. But if ya gentle and QUIET, it might either leave ya alone, or approach CURIOUSLY. Forming a bond with it is the key to survival.

If ya try to hurt it, ya will NEVER be found again.

WereMice / WereRats:

Security team of the plex.

Breeding Habits: They each have their own nests throughout the plex, knowing every blind spot. Hiding ya away, they'll adorn ya with treasure, cherishing ya with everything they are. Getting FED by them is the best, bringing anything ya crave as they pound away, breeding ya as quick as they can. LOVE bites all over, scratches gracing ya body as they cuddle ya against their soft fur, deep in the plush nests.

WereGerbils:

Janitors of the plex.

Breeding Habits: Cleanest hidden nests throughout the plex, stowing away merch and snacks. Feeding ya SWEETS as they soak up the warmth from ya body. Gently caressing galore, cock warming deep inside the soft warmth of ya flesh. Ya be kept SAFE they wrap around ya, desperate to keep ya forever.

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Megaplex History!

Freddy took over ownership of the old pizzeria at the age of 20 in 1993 after the death of his father when the original pizzeria burned along with the original band.

Megaplex was built years 5 later in 1998, starring Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica as the original band.

In 2003, Bonnie retired from the band, allowing Monty and Roxy to take their places.

Megaplex expanded afterwards for Bonnie's Bowl, Bonnie's Bar n Lounge, Pirate Cove, Roxy's Salon, and Chica's Cafe.

Werebite Lore!

Once bitten, human form is gone for good. Only other form possible is feral.

Transformation can occur at any age, but the saliva that causes said transformation is not produced by the werecreatures until they have matured.

For a transformation to occur, direct contact of the weresaliva with the bloodstream is needed.

Once a were goes feral, there is no returning. Turning feral is still not fully understood as many reasons can cause it. But turning feral is when a werecreature fully transforms into said animal species.

Werecreatures can conceive but only during their rut season that varies my species.

During each species' rut season, the werebite saliva production is suspended.

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Stay Cruel Until The End! - Theodore

Posted Mar 25 '22

[frazzleboop]

It’s not really finished but I feel I left off at a good point. There will be more, eventually hehehe~ Enjoy the smut, ya filthy rascals~

Title: Baby Fever

Summary: Marina catches sight of Sunny consoling a child and her imagination runs wild with her.

Word Count: 2,564

CW: Spicy, also mentions of past relationship, minors DNI

A cry warbles up from within the cinema and she pauses for only a split second before flying from behind the counter of the concession stand to assess the situation. The sound of children crying has all her senses on high alert, heart leaping into her throat and adrenaline pumping like mad through her veins, ready to find whatever or whoever was distressing the tiny tot and fight them bare-handed. It’s perhaps a bit of an irrational response to a child crying—especially someone else’s child at that—but she just can’t help it. Like a mama bear with the need to defend her cubs, it’s instinctual in her.

By the time Marina makes it past the first descending ramp, the crying has turned somewhat into gut-wrenching sobs between deep, hitched breaths. Rounding the corner, her eyes zero in on the source of the crying immediately. A little one of no more than two years, clutching a baby blanket of a soft, pale yellow color and wiping at the big fat tears slipping down his reddening face with his little fist, stands a few rows back, wobbling unsteadily on his feet as he toddles towards the center aisle.

Her feet buzz with the desire to sprint over to the child but before she can do much more than push off the wall, another voice floats up from below and suddenly he’s there, scooping the child up into those long arms and holding him close to his chest. Sun’s rays do a distressed little spin but his voice is otherwise calm and collected, reserved considering he was normally bubbly and boisterous. “Oh my! Oh my my, little Jamie, what’s wrong, sunbeam? Did you fall down? Come here, let Sunny take care of you.”

The way Sun tends to the child, soothing away the tears and cradling him close to his body with those long limbs of his, sparks something in her; seeing how sweet and gentle the tall animatronic was with the boy tugs at something in her chest, a warmth suffusing through her body that began as a soft, blooming heat that soon gave way to a roaring inferno. He was… so kind, so good with the children.

God, he would make an excellent father, wouldn’t he? Just the absolute best. A caregiver, supporter, provider. For a child of his own…?

Her breath hitches and that heat descends rapidly southward at an alarming rate, hand clutching the wall and rooting her to the spot. What was wrong with her? Sure, she was a total sucker for children; one look at an infant and she was a total mess, absolutely smitten, cooing at their chubby little cheeks and that look of absolute awe and adoration in their eyes… God, she had baby fever like she couldn’t believe, a deep, yearning ache for a child to call her own.

And now her mind was running absolutely wild with ideas, connecting the two dots with speed and power that threatened to make her knees buckle from beneath her.

Sun looked after children day in and day out, was it really such a stretch to consider the idea that he might want to have a child of his own, someday? Was that something he had ever thought of as he toddled after the children and played with them? A child of his own to look after and love, bounce on his knee and sing and dance with? To tell stories to and rock to sleep at night?

And she was absolutely losing her mind at the thought of being the one to give him one…

It wasn’t exactly a big secret how she favored him, yet the bright and bubbly daycare attendant never seemed to clue in to her feelings. Most likely it wasn’t possible for him to feel anything other than friendly and exuberant towards everyone, against his programming to reciprocate any sort of romantic attraction genuinely, right? Even with the advanced learning AI, there had to be limits to these things. It would be nonsensical to entertain the idea that Sunny would ever… ever feel the desire to sire a child… with her…

Desire… So strong and potent rising up in her, she could feel the blush radiating from the tips of her toes and rocket straight to the top of her head. An aching heaviness churning in her gut, little sinful butterflies winging their way through her synapses and setting her nerves buzzing in anticipation. A soft sound escapes her before she can contain it, and Sunny’s head swivels around to face her, just now realizing she was there.

With a squeak, she ducks back behind the wall and presses herself against it, hands clutching at her own face, mortified. She was supposed to be working and here she was, lusting after the daycare attendant.

Turning, she speedwalks right back to the concession counter, and for the remainder of her shift, she does her utmost to focus on cleaning the popcorn maker, organizing under the counter, and catching up on paperwork, anything to distract her from the heat that had set her loins aflame, managing to reduce them to nothing more than softly glowing embers, still-present but tolerable. When Sunny leads the children past to return to the Daycare, he catches her eye with a questioning look as he strolls by; it’s somewhat disarming and she forces herself to smile and wave dismissively, hoping he doesn’t notice the way her face catches fire at the sight of him still cradling young Jamie in his arms.

The moment Sun and the children are out of sight, she’s scooping a paper cup into the ice bin and retreating into her small office behind the concession booth, shutting the door behind her in a hasty retreat. Her fingers grasp onto one ice cube—already melting in her palm—and press it to rapidly cool the back of her neck and cheeks. She sets the cup down on her desk and sinks into the office chair with a sigh.

She kicks herself for this behavior. It isn’t the time or the place for these thoughts, but her body betrays her as though it has a mind of its own; arousal pulses low and heavy in her gut, her nethers aching so sweetly to be filled. She glances at the calendar on her desk only briefly as she rubs her thighs together. She must be ovulating or close to it, her body not fully under her control, at the mercy of monthly hormones. God, she felt like she would slowly but surely explode if this kept up.

She had to take her mind off of it, find something else to do, anything at all. These thoughts and urges were most definitely not work-appropriate, especially when combined with the fact that she was getting herself so hot and bothered over what equated to a coworker who, to her knowledge, had no actual interest in her or any comprehension of sexual desire, for that matter.

Alone in her office, Marina closes her eyes and lays back in her chair, trying to desperately calm her raging hormones and reign in her wayward thoughts. It doesn’t help that she has a big, fat, stupid crush on the celestial-themed animatronic. It only fans the flames of fantasy that rocket through her head and sizzle in her loins.

The thought of those large hands of his holding her so close, spreading her open, pressing her down, gripping her hips and pulling her back and forth upon his cock… So strong yet so gentle, just like him.

Groaning, she leans back in her chair, head tilted to the ceiling as she huffs and tries not to just combust where she sits. The urge to slap herself is strong; perhaps more pressing is the need to dunk herself in a bucket of ice water to cool herself down. ‘Down girl,’ she chastises herself, ‘Maybe Mal was right. I really do need to get laid…’ She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex, maybe that was contributing to the horny thoughts circling her brain like a couple of vultures.

It was more than that, though, wasn’t it? Her last relationship had been an enormous flop, and that had been… what, a little over ten months ago? The sex hadn’t been horrible, but, well… it hadn’t been great, either. Chris had been her longest relationship; she’d had almost four years with him, yet there had been no talk of marriage, no talk of children. Despite how badly she’d wanted some, had told him how much she’d wanted to make him a father and raise a little one of their own, every time, without fail, he’d shot her down. Despite the near-constant pestering from both of their families; “When are you going to get married?” “When are you going to give me grandchildren?” “You know your biological clock is ticking, so what’s the holdup?”

Chris had just wanted to live his life, go out on wild adventures, see amazing sights, and chase that big crazy high. Freedom, no labels to tie himself down to, no children to suck up travel funds. She’d just had to grin and tell her poor mother that a baby just wasn’t in the cards for them. It was okay, though, because as long as she had Chris, everything would be fine. She was so in love, and wasn’t that what mattered?

Seeing the crushed look on her mother’s face when she’d lied and said “You know, Momma, some people just aren’t meant to have kids, it’s fine, we’ll have plenty of fur-babies,” had eaten her up inside since that day.

Because no, it wasn’t okay, was it? She understood what it meant to sacrifice for a relationship; she was sacrificing her own happiness to appease him, and what had he sacrificed for her? What had he done to make up for denying her the one thing she’d wanted so badly with every fiber of her being, that she’d foolishly thought he could possibly want as well?

Nothing. He got everything. He got the parties and the fancy car he’d saved for, bought whatever his little selfish heart desired. And he had her to warm his bed at night, murmuring hollow praises into her skin, taking and taking but never giving. And when that love she’d thought they’d had began to grow cold, when the seeds of her discontent in the relationship had finally been sown and taken root, well, he’d set his sights elsewhere, hadn’t he? Traded her in for a newer model, a pretty little thing just past her 18th birthday, with longer legs, a toned tummy, and everything that Marina was not.

Stupid, stupid, selfish Chris. She scowls then, and all traces of her previously stimulated state dissipate, replaced with bitter frustration. Sighing, she wipes the remnants of the melted ice onto her blue jeans and collects herself. Nothing like the thought of your ex to snap you out of inopportune horny thoughts like an ice bucket challenge. Marina gathers her purse and keys, making sure to toss out the ice cup on her way to lock down the theater.

Passing one party room after another on the way back to the Daycare lobby, she glances over at the now empty play area. Or, it would be empty, if not for the star of the Daycare himself, currently setting about organizing and setting up for the next day of fun. Sun fusses over a table and chairs stacked in disarray and carefully and methodically rights them, adjusting and shifting them down to the inch so nothing was out of place. He surveys his work, hands on his ruffle-clad hips in a show of pride, as his head slowly swivels and scans the playroom before he turns and catches the movement of her form on the second level.

Instantly, he zeros in on her and she pauses mid-stride, caught like a deer in headlights, and all she can do is manage a small wave, praying it didn’t look as awkward as it felt. The Daycare Attendant tilts his head to the side in curiosity before lifting his own hand to give Marina an enthusiastic wave goodbye. Something flutters softly, deep in the pit of her stomach, but otherwise she manages to continue on her way, trying to push away any lingering thoughts from earlier and focus on getting home safe.

~~

Strong hands grasp her body like a lifeline, one gathering her hands together and pinning them above her head and the other rubbing tender circles into the flesh of her hip as a large body crowds her, pulling sound after sound from her throat like a conductor directing a symphony. A hot tongue slides lasciviously up her collar and swipes at the prominent artery thrumming away under her skin, her pulse beating so wildly, she can feel it everywhere, but most notably at the junction of her thighs, where his hips gyrate into hers, creating delicious friction that is both too much and not enough simultaneously.

She squirms in his grasp, mewling nonsensical noise, trying desperately to cant her hips to receive him, all of him, yet he chuckles and glides just out of reach. “Patience, sweet thing,” a voice coos above her, “I’m only getting started~” Lips hover over her thrumming pulse, and her eyes flutter as he begins to suckle and nip at her sensitive neck, grinding his length against her core deliberately and leisurely, and she chokes on a moan that rattles up from her throat.

“Please—“

“Not yet, pet, but soon,” he hums, something deep and dark in his voice, “I plan on savoring the way you’ll feel wrapped tightly around my cock. Are you ready for me, my love?”

She can only nod, her eyes closed, only allowing herself the luxury of sensation and the sound of his voice. She was so ready. If he didn’t move soon, she would explode and fizzle into nothing like a dying star. She needed it, needed him— them— she needed—

“So greedy, little thing, poor, poor, sweet thing, needing to be filled by me.” She felt him then, lined up with her core and pushing, pushing in so agonizingly slow—

A persistent buzzing by her head pulls her abruptly back into the waking world, soft daylight streaming in through the curtains above her head as she startles awake. The heat between her thighs gives one fluttering pulse as she stills and struggles to process just what was happening. Eyes darting around the dim interior of her room in the early morning haze, connecting the dots groggily as she hisses through her teeth and flops her head back into her pillow. Another throb shudders through her from her sensitive sex, brought to the precipice of what could have been a dazzlingly climactic conclusion to the dream she’s just awoken from, only to be ripped from her by the harsh grasp of reality.

A hand slides under the waistband of her panties to trace up her folds, only to find herself thoroughly soaked. A snort forces its way out of her nose as she turns her head to the side, slightly mortified but only just barely. Even as the memory of just what that dream was about begins to slip away from her, the knowledge remains present that evidently it was a very good dream indeed.