#i just saw the pacifier and got inspired

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

epilogue:

how soph got her inspiration to write ‘juno’

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➴ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock warming, aftercare, creampie, p in v, slightly degradation.), mentions of dad!jack and mom!reader, mentions of ovulation, domestic soph and jack.

➴ word count: 2.9k

➴ author’s note: inspired by ‘juno’ by queen sabrina and also by the videos of jack with kids on my fyp. i am sorry for being a whore but also, not really. enjoy! ♡

BEING a mom wasn’t something that you thought you wanted.

You’d always say that, ever since you were a little girl, when your sisters talked about how they wanted to marry a nice guy and have two point five kids— all girls— and name them after Disney princesses. You’d just stare at them weirdly and go back to pretend you were doing some interview for The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

And Jack shared the same opinion— you knew that he wanted kids but it wasn’t a priority on his list. He never really mentioned them, not like Quinn, who was always talking about how he wanted to be a great father, just like Jim is.

But the thing is, you never really cared about being a mom, or making Jack a father for that matter, until you saw how Jack acted around kids.

First, it’d been with your nieces, Aurora and Jasmine. Back in 2023, you’d invited your mom, your stepdad, your sisters and their families to spend the New Years with you and Jack’s family. It was a huge mess, the house was packed with people but you were so happy to watch your favorite people— the Hughes and the Montenegro— get along with each other that the lack of space wasn’t an issue at all.

Then, you introduced your nieces to Jack.

“My babies,” you smiled, picking the four-year-old up, noticing how big she’d gotten since the last time you saw her. “This is Auntie’s boyfriend, his name’s Jack. Can you say hi?”

Aurora looked at Jack with big, bright eyes, and you could tell she was enchanted with his warm smile and blue eyes.

Jasmine stood behind your legs, the seven-year-old also staring at him with curious eyes.

“Hi, uncle Jack,” Jasmine whispered, holding your leg tighter. You gasped, not expecting her to call Jack ‘uncle’ so soon. He also looked surprised, but just for a second, before he went down on one knee and offered the little girl his hand.

“Hey, honey,” he replied back, shaking hands with the seven-year-old. “Nice to meet you and your sister.”

Aurora was looking down, the pacifier in her mouth moving around, until she finally decided Jack was worthy of her attention, moving her body towards the floor, signaling that she wanted to be down there with him.

You chuckled, sitting on the floor with them, watching as Aurora crawled her way to Jack’s lap, offering him her Maleficent plush she carried around everywhere.

“Oh, you want me to hold this?” He asked, voice gentle and funny. He picked her up and held the toy with his other hand, still smiling. “Thank you, Imma keep it safe. Jasmine, you wanna share your toys with me too?”

Jasmine ended up rambling about how she was too big for toys and that now she was only interested in singing like her auntie, which made you laugh and confess that you played with Barbies until you were twelve.

Jasmine and Aurora absolutely loved Jack. And you could see that he loved them right back, with how much attention he gave them, playing with them the entire night and answering all of their— mostly Jasmine’s— noisy questions. And when you were sitting on the couch, talking with Ellen and your mom, you watched with heart eyes as he leaned against the wall, talking to Quinn and Luke while holding a sleeping Aurora in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth, while covering her with her blanket.

After that night, you started noticing how he acted around kids. Either when he went to hospitals to visit the sick children who rooted for the Devils, or when he went with you to your concerts and interacted with the few kids there.

The way he picked them up, answered their questions, held their hands— it definitely did something to you. Not only to your brain, but to your entire body. You could always be sneaky and blame your ovulation for being a whore, but truth be said: the idea of Jack getting you pregnant was hot, even if it wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You were sitting on Quinn’s couch, watching as Jack held one of his cousins in his arms and talked to a man who was probably one of his uncles.

He looked so fucking good. His hair was a bit shorter, and he was getting bigger now, probably due to the fact that he spent too much time at the gym with Luke.

You were trying to continue the conversation with Ellen, answering her questions about your music and fans, but it was extremely hard. Jack being only a few feet away from you didn’t help, at all.

“Are you feeling okay, Soph dear?” Ellen put her hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly.

You turned your head back and smiled, deciding to tell her a half-truth. “Just a little tired and jet lagged, that’s all. Don’t worry, ma’am.”

She laughed, as she always did whenever you called her that.

“Do you want to take a nap in Quinny's room? He won’t mind.”

You felt bad because now your mother-in-law thought you weren’t feeling well but the full truth was you were just very much horny and wanting her son to fuck you.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll just wait until Jackie is ready to head back,” you nodded, looking at Jack again, who was now trying to put the baby to sleep— and failing miserably, since all the kid wanted was to remove his cap from his head.

“I’m going to talk to Jack so you both go home, okay?” She replied and before you could even stop her, she got up and walked towards Jack.

You watched as she picked the baby out of Jack’s hand and said something to him, while pointing back at you. Jack turned his head to the side and looked right back at you, and you could see that he was starting to get worried.

He nodded at something that she said, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, walking back at you.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, holding your hand and gently pulling you closer. “Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Why didn’t you tell me, Soph?”

“I’m fine, I just—” what would you even say? Hey, I’m horny and I need you to fuck me? “Hum. I can wait until you’re ready to go.”

“Nah, let’s go now.”

You barely recall the time between saying goodbye to everyone, getting in the car and heading back to Jack’s place. You spent the entire time trying to stop the wetness between your thighs and praying that it wouldn’t stain Jack’s car seat, squirming around.

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You didn’t answer, just tried to keep your mind in pink unicorns and old grandmas. No horny thoughts allowed until you were both at home.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long. Jake parked inside of his garage, and you got out of the car like your ass was on fire.

“Sophia!” You heard him yell at you, before you opened the front door with your keys.

You didn’t make it too far, he grabbed you by your waist when you were making your way to his bedroom. “Soph, what is wrong with you today, baby?”

You whined, not sure of what to say. “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss him, your tongue fighting for space inside his mouth. He kissed you back just as ferociously, his grip on your waist becoming harder.

“‘Want you to knock me up,” you mumbled against his lips, watching as his blue eyes stared down at you, full of lust. “N-not really, but… please?”

He smirked. “You wanted to leave my brother’s house because you wanted me to knock you up?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“What a fucking slut, baby,” Jack whispered, gripping your ass with his right hand. “Just because you wanted me to make you carry my children?”

“Jack.” You moaned, holding onto his hoodie for dear life.

“You want me to make you a mommy, Soph?” Instead of letting you answer, he kissed you again, picking you up and walking with you, without breaking the kiss.

He managed to get you both in his room, and placed you on his bed, quickly taking his clothes off— the hoodie, the jeans, the shirt and then the boxers. His dick stood there hard and thick, the tip so red it was almost purple, leaking pre-cum.

You actually moaned just with the sight of it. The need of Jack’s cock inside of you, in and out, putting you in the right place, made you sweat.

You took off your own hoodie and your own shirt, thanking God for the past-you who chose not to wear a bra that day. Your nipples were hard and sensitive, just like they always are during ovulation week, that just the cold breeze inside the bedroom made you shiver.

You removed your jeans and stared at your situation, feeling disgusting and extremely horny at the same time— your panties were so wet that they were completely see through now, the thin layer of fabric doing nothing to cover your pussy.

“Jack,” you moaned again, feeling frustrated. “‘Need you.”

“I can see that, baby,” he smirked, towering your body with his. “I’ll take care of you, mhm?”

You nodded, kissing him one more time because you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

He removed your panties and threw them somewhere, the sound of something wet crushing against the floor filling up the room, making you cringe. Ovulation sucks.

He broke the kiss, moving on to your tits, sucking and biting and groping them, which didn’t help with the problem between your legs.

Jack finally let go, positioning himself so that he could be inside you in a quick, swift move. You moaned, feeling finally full and satisfied.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he breathed in your ear as he pounded inside you, as if you couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds whenever he sank deeper inside you. “All of this just because you wanted my kids? You could’ve just asked, uh, y’know?”

You wanted to reply so bad, tell him that it was just your post-period brain being absurd and crazy, but you had already reached that place inside your head you craved so much, the silence, the calmness— every thought being shoved inside a drawer and the only thing on your head was how Jack reached deep inside you, and how you could feel him in your belly, and how much you loved him and how you wanted to be the mother of his children so badly.

The saltiness of your tears inside your mouth made you realize that you were fully crying, as you often did whenever Jack took you to the right place. All you wanted to do was let him take care of you, and hand your life to him on a silver platter.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He sucked on your right nipple, fucking you so hard the mattress was moving. “Knowing that you’re gonna be a mommy? Carry my children and have my last name?”

You nodded even though you wanted to speak, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth and your mind was busy conjuring images of Jack holding babies who looked like the perfect mix between the two of you, and being the greatest dad ever and you wanted that so, so much.

“Can’t even speak, fuck, baby,” He mocked you, rubbing your clit furiously, making you scream and try to close your thighs— no success, since Jack’s body made it impossible. “None of that, Soph.”

You knew you probably looked like a mess; hair tangled, face wet with tears and probably spit too, tits marked and with his handprints on them, but it didn’t matter. All you wanted was JackJackJack.

You came with an obnoxiously loud scream, legs trembling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, while Jack still rubbed your sensitive, swollen clit and slammed his cock inside you.

You clutched the sheets like your life depended on it, head going side to side, eyes closed the entire time, until you felt the familiar sensation of Jack’s come deep inside you.

“Good God, Soph,” Jack sounded out of breath. “Fuck.”

You still didn’t feel ready to speak, the tears still rolling down your face, so you just waited until he moved around, laying down and bringing you with him, his dick softening inside of you, something he knew you liked to have after sex.

He kissed your forehead and put the duvet on top of both of you, as you slowly came back to life, listening to his heartbeat and counting your own breaths.

“I love you,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than a nap.

He chuckled, before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too. D’you think we’re going to be parents now?” He joked, and you smacked his chest, lightly.

“Don’t be silly.”

He just hummed, deciding to leave you alone (for now) and removing himself from you instead. You winced, feeling his cum coming out of you, as you clenched around nothing.

Jack then picked you up, and walked with you to the bathroom, making sure that you peed before showering. He left the bathroom for no more than a minute, just to give you some privacy— he knew that even after all this time, you were still embarrassed to pee in front of him— and came back with your favorite pajamas: cotton panties and an old NJ Devils shirt.

You smiled, seeing his name and number plastered on the back of the shirt, remembering the night you first met, and how pissy he was because you were wearing Nico’s jersey.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, blue eyes staring so deep into your soul that you had no option but to agree with everything he said.

He gently held your hand, guiding you until you were standing inside the big shower stall, the warm water untying all the knots in your body.

You leaned against his body, both of you under the water now, humming as he cleaned you, with your favorite vanilla scented body wash— which he secretly loved more than you.

His hands work slowly and gently, spreading the soap on all of your body, and you just stand there, accepting it and hiding your face as you feel his fingers entering you again, removing his release.

You should be used to it by now but it was still a foreign feeling, being so well taken care of sometimes still scared you, but Jack was nothing but patient.

You watched as he cleaned his own body, not using even half of the gentleness he used with you, which made you smile. If you weren’t so tired, you’d offer your help, but right now all you wanted was to sleep beside him.

He turned the water off and got out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his hips. He smiled at you and picked up another towel, drying your body with it.

He didn’t wash your hair so no need for hair dryers, thankfully, so you just slipped into your custom made pajamas and waited until he got himself dressed as well— a Calvin Klein underwear— before you both washed your teeth and got out of the bathroom.

You sat on the bed, trying your hardest not to smile, not wanting to look crazy. But you were happy. So, so happy, you were probably writing about this later.

“Here, pretty,” he handed you a bottle of water, already opened. “Drink this for me and we're ready to go to sleep.”

You thanked him softly before practically chugging the water bottle and placing it on your nightstand.

Jack smiled and gave you a peck, before sliding into the bed with you, pulling you close, as he always did. He wasn’t much of a snuggle guy, but he knew how much you liked them, so he just followed the lead.

After a few minutes in silence, you turned around so you could face those sapphire eyes you loved so dearly. “I am on birth control,” you whispered, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Just so you know.”

He smiled, chuckling. “I know that, baby. I was just giving you something you needed.”

You nodded, not sure if you should feel content or not. Did that mean Jack doesn’t want you to be the mom of his kids? Your post-sex brain shouted yes.

He must have sensed that something was going on inside of your brain, because he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“For the record, I do want to have babies with you,” he said, as if he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “Just maybe not now? I’m still twenty-three and you’re almost twenty-five.”

“‘S fine,” you mumbled, hiding your face on his chest. “I know that. I was just being horny.”

You heard his breathy laugh and his chest moving according to the sound. “Yeah. I know that too, baby,”

The jet-lag and the tiredness of the day hit you like a trunk, and you were out not even five minutes later, nestled inside the heavy duvet and Jack’s arms.

“I love you, Soph,” Jack’s whisper was the last thing you heard, making a tired smile appear on your lips.

“‘Love you more.”

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sophiamontenegro 'juno' music video is out now!

starring our nhl stars, _quinnhughes, jackhughes and lhughes_06, my beautiful best friend morgan.grace and my loving niece aurora!

i love all of u and i'm so thankful for all the love you guys have given 'make me yours' so far!!! xx tell me ur favorite positions ;)

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morgan.grace I LOVE YOU

user1 she wrote this during ovulation week bc ain’t no way

lhughes_06 😌

user4 when she sang “god bless your dad’s genetics” and the camera showed quinn jack and luke sitting on the couch I DIED. LIKE HELL YES

user2 idk about you guys but i found it sooo cute when she said “one of me is cute but two though?” and showed a baby who looked just like her 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need sophia to be a mom right now

nicohischier 😮😮😮

trevorzegras why didn’t u call me, I’m a great actor

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras dwayne get out my fucking comment section. go do something man

user12 my favourite part was when she said “i showed my friends, then we high fived” and it was her and grace stalking jack’s instagram 💀💀

user7 i giggled so hard when she sat on jack’s lap and sang “i’m so fucking horny” and he SMIRKED. HELP 💜

jackhughes you know my favorite one

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[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 3

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Contains prose and tweets between so yeah, open this to read, I guess.

Sukuna stiffened from where he was standing when you winked his way. You were so gorgeous even when your eyes were slightly red at the rims and all banged up that he would have needed herculean effort to wrench his gaze from you. Under normal circumstance, that is. At the moment, his eyes simply kept straying to the doctor whose arms were akimbo as he regarded you with tired, worried eyes.

“My sister will kill me if she finds out the truth.”

Ah, Sukuna thought, nothing scarier than a protective uncle.

“She won’t,” you assured, standing up slowly. “I got this."

The man nodded and approached you, patting your head before leaving, but not without glaring daggers at Sukuna who bowed and stayed bent at a ninety-degree angle until your uncle was out of view. He immediately straightened up to face you only to repeat the gesture before you again.

“I sincerely apologize for injuring you like this. Please allow me to shoulder the bills for your treatment.” He was still sweating profusely, his shirt sticking to his musculature like saran wrap. The ordeal wasn’t done yet. You might have pacified your uncle, but it did not necessarily mean that he was off the hook. “I’m so, so sorry.”

His nervousness at your lack of response heightened with every second that he remained in that position of contrition. It was nerve-wracking when he wasn’t used to submitting to anyone’s demands or wishes, much less begging anyone for forgiveness. He couldn’t see your face so he wasn’t exactly sure how you were reacting to everything. But much to his surprise, he saw your shoe-clad feet as you stood before him.

“You don’t have to bow down like that in front of me,” you spoke, your voice coming out with a husky ring to it. “Your apology would have sufficed.”

Sukuna stood up to look at you, stepping back when he saw you smiling brightly at him albeit your discomfort. For the first time, he noticed how your leg was already cleaned and bandaged while your broken elbow was wrapped in a cast, hanging on a sling over your shoulder. How you could stay so positive despite your pain was something he found awe-inspiring and he couldn’t help but feel the slight upward tug at corners of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” he blurted out, quick to take it back when he realized just how stupid his question was. “I’m sorry. That was…” He sighed. You seemed to have the ability to render him into a blithering cretin, and he had to admit even just to himself that it wasn’t only the guilt or the nerves resulting from almost killing you. You were just so pretty his brain-to-mouth filter has become nonexistent.

“I’m not, but thank you for asking,” you responded appreciatively, lifting your injured arm slightly for emphasis. “I’m Y/N, by the way. You’re Ryomen?”

“Ryomen Sukuna.”

“Sukuna. It’s nice to meet you.”

Your eyes then strayed to the other person in the room. “Hi, Uraume.”

“Hey, Y/N. I hope you’re not in so much pain.”

Sukuna looked on with curiosity at the exchange. He didn’t know that his best friend even knew you after they had to show him your online profile instead of just telling him about you like a normal person. He shot Uraume a dirty look, realizing he had been played.

“Sorry if my friend’s an idiot. It’s a birth defect.”

Sukuna was about to protest, but then he heard you giggle, suppressing it when you saw him looking at you in an attempt to be polite. Why you were doing that was weird. If anything, you ought to be raging mad. He sighed. Uraume was right. He did you considerable damage.

Again, he said, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s alright. You’re forgiven.”

“Really?” He arched a brow at you in question, not quite understanding where your good mood seemed to be coming from. If he was in your shoes, he would have thrown a fit and taken advantage of whoever caused him to hurt.

“Yes.”

Just like that? “Why?”

“It was an accident. You weren’t really meaning to run me over, were you?”

The thought horrified him. He may be a dick, but he wasn’t exactly lacking in morals. “God, no.”

“Then it’s settled.”

How you could be so nice about it was a big puzzle to him, but he would have that any other day than your family coming after him. He knew he was being dramatic earlier, but there was still the possibility. He thanked you and started to excuse himself to settle the bills, but you stopped him, holding onto his arm and shaking your head.

You flashed him an embarrassed smile, your cheeks adorned with a dusting of roses. “You don’t have to.”

“Their family co-owns the hospital,” Uraume supplied, shrugging as if in long-suffering.

“Oh.” Of course, he thought, finding it hard not to grimace at how narrowly he escaped the fate he was thinking about just earlier. Now, he seriously felt bad knowing you’re basically a princess – a very beautiful one with an equally beautiful heart – and yet a nobody like him did you wrong.

“I’ll tell you what,” you began, “I wouldn’t really want to impose upon you, but if you want to make it up to me, I’ll appreciate it if you drive me home today.”

“I’ll drive you home every day to school until you’re well enough. I’ll help you with whatever you need, just…please, let me,” he said without thinking.

Sukuna saw Uraume arching a brow at him, knowing exactly what was going on in their mind as they furtively shook their head. He was a womanizing bastard after all, but that wasn’t the intention he had with you at all. He would do anything and everything to stop feeling guilty over what he did to you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to manage that without doing anything.

You eyed him thoughtfully, your head tilting to the side which he found endearing. But he immediately snapped out of it when you nodded your head and said, “That will be very convenient. I wouldn’t have to call my parents to send me a driver.”

Anything but your parents, he thought, mouth stretching into a tight smile as he nervously nodded. “Just call me whenever.”

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[https-lawrenceslittleone]

Saw a post about you wanting welcome home requests. Dont know how old it is but.

What would wally be like as a CG???

Feb,20,2024

Caregiver Wally Darling!

A/N: OMG YAY!!! I already have a shorter more general version of this on my blog, so I’m gonna repeat myself a bit here, but that’s okay because I love this man and I really wanna talk about him.

He is such a good caregiver, I think. Like…he struggles a bit at first but he eventually gets the hang of it and does really well!

I mean. He is quite literally the host of a children’s TV show. He knows how to take care of and entertain kids.

He likes taking you out on little play dates and adventures. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the park, and you often see Julie and Sally there, so you play with them a lot. :)

He paints you a lot. You’re his muse. ❤️

Speaking of painting, if you’re down for it, he’d be happy to paint with you! Finger paint, watercolor, anything! And if not, that’s okay too! He’s fine with just using you as inspiration.

He actually made a deco paci for you one time (if you use pacifiers)! It was for your birthday. You have loved and cherished it ever since.

If you ever draw or color something for him, it immediately gets hung up on the fridge or on a wall somewhere.

He does better with calmer littles. If you’re like me and you get very sleepy randomly or very easy, he has no problem with cuddling you while you sleep if you want. He doesn’t try to sleep with you; because he can’t, and his “I’m sleeping” chant gets a lil annoying.

Barnaby is Wally’s go to babysitter, as you probably expected. Barnaby is basically your uncle. He’s the cool, fun uncle who loads you up on sugar before sending you back to your parents. And that is exactly what he does!

He is VERY cautious and protective. He baby proofs the hell out of everything.

He also does most things for you. You need to tie your shoes? He’s got it! Wanna refill your sippy cup or your bottle? That’s his job, sweetheart, don’t worry about it.

He will love any nickname you give him, “dad/daddy/dada”, “papa”, “baba”, etc.

He loves them all.

He canonically goes limp when you hug him but I’d like to think that he eventually gets the hang of it and becomes a really good cuddler. 😭

He has so much apple juice. And apples in general. Does not understand apple pie or anything with apple filling in it, though…where are the apples…where did they go?? 😥

His voice is super monotone and his face kinda is too, so he actually does super well with autistic littles. Cuz like. He gets it. Also I know Wally isn’t CANONICALLY autistic but. Erm. Yeah he is. In my mind he absolutely is.

He doesn’t do too well with tantrums. He’ll try his best to calm you down, but if that doesn’t work, he usually has to call Barnaby for help. He always feels so bad, though. He’s your caregiver, he’s supposed to know how to help…

All in all, 10/10 caregiver. Would recommend.

[kaibutsushidousha]

Fitting given the recent FGO news, but what are your thoughts on Takeru?

Bundling all these asks together because they're inseparable. Probably the biggest askbox cleanup I ever did in one go.

The short version of the answer is "Fate/Samurai Remnant is the story of a pair completely enamored with each other's least favorite parts of themselves."

Saber was a complete natural. A child too strong. His father quickly noticed that and exploited Ousu as Yamato's mightiest colonizer. All they knew in life was violent conquest until Tachibana taught them love and kindness. But Tachibana was uncritical. She didn't talk Takeru out of their bloody path. On the contrary, she chose death so that the walk would continue. She loved Takeru's good and bad alike.

Through Iori, Saber met a new world. A world where the weak had the option not to fight. A world where rice was easily accessible. A world that had no need for Yamato Takeru's journey, thus no need for Ototachibanahime's death. And there he met an intriguing man who still wanted to fight in a world where this wasn't needed.

In their interactions, Saber grows to envy Iori's rational acclimation to the peaceful Edo. The ability to find solutions that don't require violence. To strategize conversations. To not do things aren't virtuous. To sympathize and empathize. To read and understand the thoughts of others. It's by emulating this that Saber changes.

Meanwhile, Iori is a thinker. His exceptional rationality allowed him to weasel his way out of a village massacre, which lasted until Munenori inadvertently saved his life. After this whole time desperately using his brain to survive, Iori witnessed the easy way out. With a slash that looked like the moon, the sword saint survived without resorting to Iori's tiresome trickery. That absolute strength was the symbol of survival Iori saught.

He learned from Musashi (and Kojirou) for as long as he could, but ultimately couldn't learn all. Without completing Niten's lessons, Iori was left capable only of doing what he does best: thinking, reading, and adapting. He designed his Five Stances model and began fighting by switching patterns according to his circumstances. The opposite of the all-purpose survival mechanism that he began his training for.

Through Saber, Iori saw his original inspiration. Right in the prologue, Iori is already gushing about how Saber fights with the swordplay of a champion who doesn't read or respond to their opponent, letting only themself dictate how they fight, like they were the only one in the field. Saber can survive any situation with far less effort than Iori.

In their interactions, Iori grows to envy Saber's force of character as an unmalleable force. Their outstanding technique is just like the moon he saw at the night at the port. Iori can't feel at peace until he surpasses it. No matter how much of himself he must trim down, he needs to find raw all-purpose power (the Fire and Void Stances). Saber's ability to push through any challenge without as much as evaluating it. It's by emulating this that Iori changes.

The conclusion of Entreat the Darkness sees Iori defeated by Saber's successful read of him. The talentless Iori continuously relied on his "petty" tactic of studying his opponent, so when the talented Saber started pulling the same thing on him, it was so thoroughly hopeless that he had to laugh it off and accept he got as far as he could. Iori was pacified by his own lessons being repeated to him by the person who heartfeltly absorbed them, in classic Ciel route style.

Saber and Iori were born in the wrong eras. The latter would have been more self-assured in an age where he could prove and elevate himself in duels that put the limits of life and death to the test. The former would have been more happy in an age where they could feel assured their treasured companion(s) would last as long as they did.

But through the short time they shared, they got everything they wanted. Iori found satisfaction in finding that insurmountable that confirmed that he became the very best he could possibly be. Saber found satisfaction in gaining a companion through a much more gratifying journey than the unification of Japan.

The logical conclusion to my opening sentence is that Saber and Iori had the missing pieces to each other's puzzle, and sharing those made both of them whole.

[littlespacereader]

Hai Clara, I just saw this adorable Scooby Doo paci and I think little dean would go absolutely bonkers if he found it and cherish the hecc outa it when he got it!!

The paci was made by paci.pops on Instagram. It was a custom one and is sadly not for sale irl, but just imagine little dean seeing it and getting so excited, or Cas commissioning it and gifting it to him as a surprise. 😭

Just wanted to share this cute mental image (in the hopes it inspired you in some way hehe)

Anyway, love you - byee!! <3

First of all, that pacifier is adorable!! I would kill for one that looked just like it myself!🤩 But Dean woukd literally lose it to having something like that!! While the story mostly has Dean and Castiel in it, I made to sure to sprinkle some Sam and Crowley in the end:) I hope you enjoy as always @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you so much again for another beautiful request to the Supernatural storyline!

For all the previous fics in this series click here, here, here and here.

The Surprise👀💚

Caregiver! Castiel & Little! Dean Winchester, with Caregiver! Crowley & Little! Sam Winchester (SFW!)

Tags- struggling to regress, hurt/comfort, surprises, pacifiers, diapers, stuffies, hugs and cuddles

Hunt after Hunt, Castiel could see that Dean was in desperate need of regression.

It wasn’t his fault. Sam and him thought they were going on a simple ghost case. But simple and Winchesters don’t go together. What should’ve been a week at most turned into a two week long hunt.

By the end of it, Sam and especially Dean were in some dire need of love and support from their respective Caregivers.

Castiel will be the first to admit…it was definitely an interesting change having a second Caregiver in the bunker with him. Crowley and him were polar opposites when it came to their Caregiving styles. So navigate around one another is…interesting to say the least.

Castiel kept pacing back and forth waiting for the sound of the Impala outside the bunker. Finally the boys were on their way home. And by the sound of it, he could tell Dean was struggling not to regress.

Castiel insisted he could just teleport Sam, the car and him right back him but Dean insisted on driving. He wanted to clear his head after the brutal case and before he regressed. And one the ways he knows how to do that is driving.

More than anything Castiel wanted to be there right as Dean walked into the bunker. So there he stood now, well…maybe not stood. Castiel paced and Crowley sat at a table nearby reading a newspaper with his feet up.

“Staring at the door isn’t going to get them here any faster Cassie.”

Castiel shot him a glare before going back to his pacing. Crowley rolls his eyes and puts the paper down.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s got you so worried about Dean?”

Castiel looked confused to the phrase but continued on. “You know when Sam calls you and tells you everything fine.”

“Un-huh.”

“But you can just tell that everything isn’t fine and that he’s barley hanging on to his adult self?”

Crowley sat back in his chair and sighed, “Yeah…I know what you’re talking about. So squirrel is barley hanging onto his adult mindset.”

“That’s what I suspect.”

“And you let him drive?”

Castiel turned to glare at Crowley again. “You try tell Sam not to do something when he’s fighting his regression.”

“Oh trust me I have Cassie.”

“And….”

“….And I was in the same position as you.” Crowley sighed, hating to admit.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the car doors closing. Sam and Dean walking into the bunker looking rough.

Sam immediately walked over to Crowley while Dean on the other hand, was about to walk past Cas and towards his room. But Castiel stopped him.

“There you are! I’ve been waiting for you.” Cas smiles with a warm and calm expression.

Dean’s expression was the complete opposite for the moment. He looked tired and stressed, “You were?” There was a slight hint of hope in his voice as he looked at Castiel, surprised he was waiting for him.

“Of course I was.” Cas smiled again, “I think it’s time for someone to take the night to relax and maybe even regress.”

Dean sighed before he pushed past Cas and walked towards his room. Castiel followed after him.

“Dean-.”

“Stop.” Dean said with no real heat behind it, “I don’t want to regress tonight. I-I can’t… not after that case.”

“By the look and sound of it, I think you should. You look stressed out beyond belief Dean.”

He followed him into his room, closing the door behind them so they could talk privately. “Listen, I know you’re still feeling big but if you’d let me help you, I can help you age down a bit and finally relax.”

Dean struggled with this often. Coming back from a hunt that required him to be protective, brave and strong was a hard thing to change. For Dean sometimes it was a hard thing for him to regress. He almost gets stuck in that mindset, forgetting how to regress again.

Castiel always knew the signs of it, he had seen Dean do this time and time again. He fights the need to regress and then in turn becomes grumpy from not regressing.

Dean ignores Cas and heads towards the bathroom, “I’m gonna to take a shower.” He muttered before walking away.

He threw his clothes around the bathroom before stepping into the shower. The warm water was rather relaxing. It started to clear his mind on everything.

Everything is frustrating! He didn’t know how to just regress after everything! He had been an adult for two weeks and it was hard to switch that off. But being home with Cas made feel his head getting fuzzy with the feeling of regressing.

His regression felt as if it was on the tip of spilling over. Like a cup filled to the rim with only one drop that causes the whole thing to spill.

That drop of course, would be Castiel.

When Dean stepped out of the shower, all of his clothes thrown wildly on the floor were gone. Instead, on the countertop sat a soft fuzzy robe. Dean dried off before putting the robe on and heading back to his room. There, Castiel waited on the bed with Sharon and Ozzie next to him.

Dean, in a losing battle against his regression softly asked, “What’s this all about?”

“I just had the most interesting conversation with Ozzie and Sharon here.” Castiel started to say. He patted he bed next to him, urging Dean to sit with him.

The walls Dean desperately had up, start to come crumpling down brick by brick as he took a seat next to Castiel.

Cas takes his hand in his, “Now I was just in the middle of talking to Ozzie. He was telling me how brave and strong you were while you were away.”

“He was?” Dean asks so innocently. He starts slipping more than he realizes it.

“Yeah he was. He was going on and on about how he’s so proud of you.” Castiel squeezes his hand.

Tears start to sting at the corners of Dean’s eyes. He quickly wipes them away with a knuckles fist, “That’s really nice of him to say.”

“It is. But Sharon was just reminding him that even big brave boys need to relax sometimes too. And it doesn’t make them any less brave than before. Sometimes they need someone else to be brave for them, just for a little while. That way they can rest and be brave again when the time comes.”

Suddenly it all makes sense to Dean. Of course this is what Cas was trying to tell him but…but Sharon and Ozzie made more sense with it.

Castiel could see the gears turning in Dean’s head. “I think what you need tonight is for someone to be brave for you. Not only will you have me to be your guardian angel, but you’ll have Sharon and Ozzie to protect you too. Triple protection for my little bee.” He picked the stuffies up and handed them to Dean.

Dean quickly grabbed them and brought them close. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked up at Castiel. Gone was stubborn adult Dean fighting his regression, and in its place a little boy in need of some serious comfort.

“Dadee, missed you so much.”

That’s all Dean had to say before Cas leaned forward to bring his Little into a nice cozy hug. Dean rested his head on Castiel’s shoulder and just sighed. He missed this so much, he missed Cas so much.

“I miss you too love bug.” Castiel rubbed Dean back and gently rocked him back and forth.

Once they broke apart, Castiel took Dean’s hand in his once more. “Tonight is going to be a nice relaxing night for us. First we’re going to get you changed into some comfy pjs and then we’re going to watch some Scooby-Doo. But before we do I have a little surprise for you.”

Dean’s eyes lit up, “Surprise?!”

“Yeah a surprise! I was planning on saving it for someone’s birthday but tonight it’s needed more. But first pajamas.”

Castiel stood up and walked over to Dean’s closet while Dean whined and threw himself back onto the bed. “I don’t wanna wait.”

“It will only be a minute.” Cas replied back as he search for some pajamas.

“What is it?”

“Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you?” Castiel smirked.

Dean huffed and sighed, and tried, tried to wait patiently for Cas to come back over. After what felt like years (in reality only two minutes) Castiel returned with some pjs and a diaper.

Dean lifted his head when Castiel returned, “Surprise?”

“Not yet sweet boy, just a minute. First we get you changed then…”

“Then surprise?”

“Then we get the surprise. That’s right smart boy. Now, let’s get you into some pajamas.”

The pajama change went by uneventful. Dean, though a little impatient, acted his best when changed into pajamas and a diaper. Once all settled Dean quickly sat up and looked at Castiel all excited.

“Okay baby bee, close your eyes.” Cas winked with a smirk.

Dean could barley hold his excitement. The once grumpy hunter had done a complete 180. He closed his eyes and held Sharon close as he patiently waited for his surprised.

Cas went into the closet and grabbed the small box. He carefully unwrapped the packaging before making his way back to Dean. When he did, he spotted the Little trying to look.

“Hey what did I say about those eyes?” Cas raised an eye brow. Dean quickly shut them once more. Cas couldn’t help but shake his head at his cheeky little one.

“Okay, hold out your hand and when I count to three open your eyes. Ready?”

With Dean’s hand out, Cas carefully placed the gift, “1….2…..3!! Open!!”

Dean quickly opened his eyes and gasped. There was a moment of pure bliss as Dean stared at the Scooby Doo themed paci. The paci has the works, gems, little paw print charms, zoniks written on the front and a little picture of Scooby himself.

He looked up from the gift to Cas, “Y-You got me a paci?”

“I did,” Cas took a seat next to him on the bed once more, “I’ve been noticing someone has developed a habit of sucking their thumb,” Castiel started to say causing Dean to blush.

“So I planned on getting you a pacifier but then I stumbled across this one online and I couldn’t resist to get it for Scooby Doo’s number one fan.”

With tears in his eyes he looked back up at Cas again, “I wuve it!!” Dean practically tackled Cas into a bear hug, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!! It’s so pretty and it has gems on it and even Scooby!!”

Cas laughed, hugging his boy back, “You are so welcome. I’m happy you like it.”

The two broke apart and Dean continued to stare at the paci.

“Dean?” Cas broke him out of his thoughts, “Why don’t you give it a try?”

What seemed so obvious made so much more sense. Wow, Caregivers really are the best! Thing is…he’s never had a pacifier before. What was it like? With a small moment of hesitation, Dean popped the pacifier into his mouth.

Then suddenly it was as if the whole world melted away. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him. A pacifier was something he always wanted but before his regression was known to his family, he didn’t want to risk anyone finding it.

Now he had his own!! And it’s perfect!! It’s Scooby!! He loves Scooby!! It couldn’t get better than this.

~~~

You know what’s better than a Scooby Doo paci? Having a Scooby Doo paci in your mouth while watching Scooby Doo!!

Dean laid with his head in Cas’s lap as the two settled in the tv room for the night. Dean’s eyes were half lidded as he watched Scooby and the gang get chased around the castle by a ghost.

Cas had one arm wrapped around his little one and another playing with his hair. The night started to end off peacefully. Just a Caregiver and his little one.

Well…almost ending peacefully.

Crowley could be heard yelling in the background before Sam bursted into the tv room, towel around his waist and his hair soaking wet like a mop.

“Dean you’re never gonna believe what I-.” Sam stopped mid sentence seeing the paci.

There was a second, just a moment, where Dean worried his brother might tease him about his new paci. But what he found was the polar opposite.

“DEAN!!! THAT IS THE COOLEST PACIFIER EVER!! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! ITS YOUR FAVORITE SHOW!! THAT’S SO AWESOME DUDE!!”

A smile spread across his face from behind the pacifier as Sam complimented it. Dean sat up and pointed to it, “Swooby!” He mumbled behind the paci.

“Yeah!! It looks so cool with that green gems and the Scooby charm…” Sam started to trail off. This pacifier gave him an idea. After all Dean’s birthday was coming up soon. Maybe he would like another one?

Crowley burst into the room half soaking wet himself, “You. Little. Troublemaker! Come here!”

And so the night ending in the Bunker with a real Scooby Doo chase. But instead of a ghost chases the Scooby gang, it was instead a soaking wet Demon chasing a very tall Hunter while another Hunter watched and giggled next to his Guardian Angel.

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏡🧵 home sweet home pt. 1

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: what does it look like to have a normal daily life at dazai's household? just you coming home to your little family after a long and exhaustion work. this is the life you and dazai had been dreaming of.

warning: mentioned of breastfeeding, pranking, anxiety

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i got inspired to write a story when i saw a website that said this song is the most therapeutic breastfeeding song. and it came to happened that dazai was the last anime character i saw that day.

so i was like, hmm...what would it be like to have a family with my suicidal maniac crush? so yeah, here it is.

oh yeah, one last note, i kinda made him self-explanatory character on this one???

song - invisible string by taylor swift

a long day just ended for you as a sigh escaped from your lips. you are on your way home to your little family after doing some shift at the agency.

while waiting for the traffic jam to untangle, you open your phone and reveal the wallpaper that never fails to make you smile whenever you see it.

a picture of your new born baby and your husband, dazai osamu.

the statement never lies, your lips crescent a smile at the sight of your little family. you also decided to call your husband who's on his day off and being a male wife for today.

within a few rings, dazai picked up the phone. the sound of your baby's laughter first rang through the phone, making your smile widen.

"hello, my love~ are you on your way home?" your husband's honeyed voice said through the phone.

your shoulder loses its tense from the fatigue just by hearing the sound of him. "yeah. i'm sorry if i didn't arrive on time, there's a small emergency happened. but atsushi-kun and i have already settled it down before it gets worse."

"of course, my wife is good at solving problems." dazai complimented you. he always knows what is best for you.

"anyways, how's things going there?"

"ooh, wait. hey emi-chan! say hi to mama." you hear a baby noise as your husband shifts his phone onto someone.

"emi-chan~" you cooed, and your five month old baby let out a cute babble just by hearing your voice. it makes you laugh and almost die on your spot due to her overflowing cuteness.

"did you miss mama?" your back rested on the seat as your vehicle started to move. luckily, you had a phone holder in front so you won't have to hold it while driving at the same time.

"yes." dazai said in his baby voice, imitating your daughter.

you let out a giggle. "mama misses you too, emi-chan. when i get home, i will kiss your chubby cheeks and watch cartoons together!"

"yah! what about me?" your another baby—i mean dazai interrupted you. a picture of him pouting already depicted on your mind.

"hmm? are you saying something, emi?" you playfully said. the noises coming from osamu intensify. he was complaining, pouting, and whining at you like a big baby. your big baby.

"ahem! sweetheart, emi-chan just asked me if you miss your husband too?" sensing that you did not plan to respond to him as your husband, he changes his tone into a deeper one, like an incognito voice.

"who's there with you, emi?! did you let someone enter the house?" you continued to play dumb until you finally pulled up to your house where your two babies are in.

dazai was whining on the phone and he seemed to want to fight his daughter just because he didn't receive any attention from you.

ignoring him, you purposely muted the call and lowered the volume as you carefully tip-toed inside the house.

"mommy is such a tease, isn't she?" and there you saw your own family. emi was sitting on her father's lap while chewing her pacifier, and dazai was on the floor, still pouting as he talks to his child who's clearly unaware.

"i'm getting jealous of you now, emi-chan." he jokingly said, booping her nose and then proceeded to bite her chubby cheeks carefully. you forced yourself to swallow the laugh in your throat.

"y/n has been unresponsive for a while, did she end the call?" dazai checked his phone when he realized you had been really quiet. the call was still on, so he sought for you.

"darling? are you still there?"

no answer.

"y/n? hello? sweetie, can you hear me?"

still no answer.

suddenly, his pout turns into a deep frown. you could clearly see that he's becoming worried now to the point that he put emi back to the cradle.

he squatted down to meet his daughter's gaze. dazai holds her little hands to give it some pecks. "emi, my cute little baby…stay here and do not do anything, alright? nothing's wrong so no need to worry. papa will keep you and mama safe."

your heart melted at the scene. no matter how worried he is, dazai wouldn't let himself show his fear in front of his daughter who cannot even understand anything, yet.

you knew you didn't make the wrong choice of starting a family with him.

"papa is just going to call mama." he continued. when you saw him about to pick up his call, you immediately ended the call.

you watch his face become more concerned when the call ends without even saying a goodbye to him.

dazai started to bite his nails, a secret habit of his whenever he feels anxious. without any second wasted, he called your number. the sound of your ringtone made him almost dashed to your hidden spot.

"y/n! my god, you're here!" dazai pulled you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you.

you let out an awkward chuckle. "hi?"

"jesus! don't do it again, please. i thought something happened to you!" dazai buried his face into the crook of your neck. you suddenly feel guilty when you sense his shaky breath.

he is really worried.

a hand if yours traveled into his head to give his fluffy brown hair a soft brush to give him comfort. "i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean to get you worried. i just want to surprise you."

"it's alright—"

"waaahhhhhh!"

both of your heads immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from, emi was crying. you and osamu's parental instincts kicked in as you literally ran towards her.

you carefully picked her up and cooed. "shh~ mama's here, mama's here. aw, why is my baby emi crying?" you land a kiss on her cheeks that was covered with tears.

dazai gently guided you to sit on the couch. he grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears that emi had shed. "don't cry, emi-chan. we're here now." he mumbled softly.

you checked her diaper, it's not full. you tried to make her laugh, but still emi continues to wail loudly.

a sigh escaped from your lips. you gently rocked her and turned your head to your husband who worriedly gazed at his crying daughter.

"when was the last time she drank milk?" dazai ponders for a moment. his eyes widened when he realized.

"that's right! emi just woke up when you called me. she naps for like two and half hours. no wonder she cries because she's hungry." he explains.

"go and make her baby formula." you instructed him because you are busy soothing your child.

dazai chucked hesitantly. "the thing is, it ran out. emi drank the last baby formula earlier. so, i guess we're going to do the traditional way of feeding her."

"♪ and isn't it just so pretty to think ♪" dazai sang a song you two discovered while randomly streaming on spotify.

"♪ all along there was some ♪" he said to you that this song reminded him of the time when the two of you first met.

"♪ invisible string ♪" singing the invisible string has become his hobby whenever he is watching you putting emi to sleep. the song serves as the lullaby that made her fall asleep.

"♪ tying you to me~? ♪" your husband dedicated this song to you. not only it became your couple's love song, wedding song, and now your daughter's lullaby.

overall, this is a sweet moment. but it doesn't…

you tried not to lash out of dazai when he was right there beside you, watching how you breastfeed your daughter. his hands were fixed on emi's tiny ones, caging it playfully and made her squirm. which causes her to latches on your sore breast a bit harder than the usual sucking.

"osamu, for god's sake…let her feed in peace! and why are you even watching me feed her?" you caresses her head gently, making sure that she would not freak out at your little yell.

your husband rolled his eyes. "why not? i've also experienced that before…being fed by you—so, no need to be so shy about me witnessing it." this man had an audacity to make a dirty foreshadow in front of your daughter.

a pillow flew on his straight into his face. "osamu! i swear, get out for a moment." you tried to calm yourself. but dazai doesn't care and continued to play with emi, resting his head on your shoulder.

meanwhile, your little princess was in no mood to play with her daddy. emi got irritated because she couldn't move her hands, dazai has them. so, she let out a squirm and then a whine.

acting hurriedly, you rock her while giving your biggest death glare on your husband.

"welp…" dazai took the cue as he sheepishly go out of the room, finally giving you and emi some private time together.

"daddy is such a crackhead, isn't he?" you talked to your daughter who just looked at you with her big beautiful eyes while sucking your breast. you couldn't help but to squeal at your daughter.

"and you're such a cutie, emi-emi!"

©luvvixu2023

[yanderes-galore]

ok, i gotta say, i LOVE your writing! especially your FNAF Fluffy AU! understandable if you don't want to do this request (writing is hard, i've been there before) so i hope you don't mind, can you do a romantical prompt that of yandere Fluffy!Funtime Freddy x Fluffy!bear darling? you can either make it long or short, doesn't matter. whatever suits you man :3

(Fluffy!bear darling, if you didn't understand it, it's if Darling was also an experiment that actually succeeded while Funtime Freddy is somewhat a success. still new to your blog)

He's feeling romantical....

Yes! Gorey Fluffy AU time! I'd love to do this! I had to make a time line for when the experiments were created to help me with this so this is what I came up with;

Goldens (Rot to become Golden Freddy and Springtrap) -> Originals (Rot to become Withereds) -> Toys -> Funtimes -> Rockstars -> Glamrocks

Darling was most likely made sometime between Funtimes and Rockstars, maybe? Up to you!

Here's Fluffy AU! Funtime Freddy's Origin Fic (Gore warning)

Description of Fluffy AU! Funtime Freddy (Gore warning)

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Funtime Freddy with Bear! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, GORE WARNING, Obsession, Manipulation, Biting, Violence, Blood, Forced relationship, Scenting, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Blood drinking, Grotesque descriptions, He kinda wants to eat you.

Funtime Freddy's creation was an attempt to make a new variation of experiments.

There were only two Funtime variants and they both didn't come out quite right.

Freddy was by far the worst of the two, the other being Foxy.

They were copies of previous Freddy and Foxy designs but mutated on purpose, Afton probably got some sort of twisted inspiration by the rotted forms of the previous experiments and mutated them on purpose.

As a result he got a sadistic bear and narcissistic fox, both white and pink.

The most interesting characteristic was the stitched together aspect of their flesh.

In various places on both animatronics it looked like the flesh opened up.

Freddy was even given the ability to open the stomach "flap"... which made his organs visible and seemed to serve as a storage method based on his behavior.

The issue was Freddy was violent, often taking sadistic pleasure in harming employees and seeing hallucinations.

As a result he was given a Bonnie plush named Bon Bon, which pacified the large beast.

You were an experiment that came after.

A successful one who managed not to rot!

You were made to be another bear, your design remaining rather basic.

Your build was similar to the original Freddy, regardless of your gender.

You have your own traits, of course.

Your color is different, your outfit is different, Freddy was simply used as a base.

You were one of the best experiments created, capable of speech and learning like that of a human.

Your fur was incredibly fluffy and you were given near free reign of your surroundings.

Disaster only strikes when you meet the problematic Funtime.

Freddy was surprised when he saw you.

The large bear was not aware they were already prototyping new experiments.

You were such an attractive one....

As the experiments have animal-like characteristics, Freddy probably sees you something akin to a mate?

He loves your scent... it's so sweet!

You smell just like a cupcake...!

This is why Freddy calls you "Cupcake" when he sees you.

Another nickname is "Teddy Bear" based on the fluffiness of your fur.

Let's be honest... Freddy is terrifying to you.

He's a freak of nature, a bloody mistake that should've been culled.

The scientists who made you tell you not to look at him in his "enclosure".

The grotesque bear calls out to you despite you ignoring him, unfortunately.

He may not know your name but he prefers to call you by your nicknames anyways.

It's hard to tell if Freddy was a success or a failure.

He's somewhat in-between.

Freddy stares at you whenever you get closed to his holding area.

He can't get close to you no matter how much he claws at the walls.

Freddy wants to be closer to you...

He wants to touch your fur, to smell your scent...

He wants to taste your blood... and bite your flesh....

The scientists try to make sure you never meet him face to face.

They fear for your safety...

Nothing good can happen if he keeps looking at you with bloody drool dripping down his face.

Freddy often talks to Bon Bon, whom he believes is alive.

It's learned from this that Freddy has unsafe intentions with you.

Which is why they keep you two apart, preferring to keep you with the successful experiments... not the failures.

Your life is pretty good, you like your caretakers.

Then life all goes to hell once Golden Freddy awakens.

When the facility reaches its downfall, the rot spreads.

Failed experiments mingle with successful ones and you try your best to part from it all.

This facility used to be home... now it's chaos.

You fear the idea of leaving it but you can't stay here.

So thoughts of escape course through your mind.

For the most part you can survive well, until you meet Freddy again....

The beast is out of his cage... and ready to play.

The moment he catches the chase is on.

Freddy's excited!

Finally! He's been looking for his Cupcake!

He just wants to squeeze you like a big teddy bear!

Freddy is a large bear.

He's stronger and a bit taller.

Being chased by him is terrifying.

When he catches up he slams his body into you, pushing and pinning you to the ground.

Looking into his eyes makes your stomach fill with dread.

They're bloodshot, deranged.

His claws dig into your skin, blood dripping down your fur.

"There's my Cupcake!" His voice is grating on the ears. "You've been ignoring me! How rude! Can't you see we're meant to be?"

His nose flares at the scent of your blood, quickly making him duck down to lap at the blood.

He's right... it is sweet.

Which would explain why he decides to take a large bite of your flesh, teeth digging into you and eliciting a pained roar from you.

Freddy likes your taste, your smell, your warmth....

He wishes he could just crawl inside and stay there.

There's no use in prying him off, his strength holds you down even when you kick and bite.

In fact, he encourages you to hurt him!

The more blood the better!

Freddy does a weird combination of affection and violence.

He bites and licks your wounds.

He nuzzles into your fur but claws your skin....

It's like his way of claiming you as his own.

He licks your nose playfully, all while nipping at you.

His maw is covered in your blood and your covered in his due to your fighting.

He takes pleasure in this... you fear this.

Once Freddy has you he doesn't plan on letting you go.

Clearly you were meant for him!

You wee made for him.

You're both bears... and he claims you as his.

Your thoughts of escape quickly dwindle...

The smell of blood is overwhelming to you.

The longer he keeps you under him, struggling and bleeding...

The more you realize you may die here... or worse.

[halfmoondaze]

anything angsty please and thank you

Losing It

author's note: I got inspired on this song while writing this fic, so feel free to listen to it while reading it if you want

Where was I before? 

It’s already been 6 months, and even though you wished things were easier, they were far from easy.

The gentle coercion remained to remind you of that triggering memory you wish you could forget. 

Everything detonate that Sunday afternoon when you were running errands. As you were checking your things, you saw him entering the grocery store. You didn’t know what to do, so you just finished paying and went to your car. 

You started driving away, but didn’t go far, because after driving two blocks, you felt your hands go numb, your breathing pattern starting to increase and the tears falling from your eyes clouding your vision; so, you just parked your car in a parking lot. 

Jack was in the studio working on some final touches from his song when he got a call from you. 

“Hey babe” 

Then he heard your crying at the other side of the line. 

“Babe? What’s wrong?” 

“I’ll be right there. Stay with me on the phone, ok? I’m coming right there” 

Jack scrambled to get all of his belongings while motioning to his team that there was an emergency, he had to take care of. 

Throughout the whole ride, a million thoughts were running through his head, but he tried to keep his composure while he continued talking to you on the phone to pacify you.

Then after getting to his destination, his heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of you sobbing while parked outside a pharmacy store.

He was relief to know you were safe. 

He walked to your car slowly as to not startle you, and upon you landing your glossy teary eyes on him, you opened the door for him, and entered the co-pilot seat and wasted no time to hold you in his arms while you sobbed in his chest. 

“It’s ok, I’m here” 

He held you for a few minutes, until your breathing pattern went back to normal, and you stopped crying. 

Without saying a word, he switched seats with you, and drove you home, while maintaining his hand on your tight as to comfort you. 

When you arrived back home, he ran a bath for you; and while you were in the bathtub, he washed off your clothes. 

Then he started preparing you a snack and a cup of chamomile tea. When he walked to your shared bedroom, he saw you staring at the wall while sitting in the bed with your wet hair, dressed in your loungewear. 

“How are you feeling?” he said while handing you the cup of tea. 

“I don’t know” you said grabbing the cup and taking a sip of it. “I wish I could let go of all of this” 

“I know” he said holding you close. “But I’m afraid you can’t force yourself to just move on”

“I know…I guess I’m just scared” 

“Scared of what?

“Getting lost….or losing myself” 

“I’ll never let that happen to you” he said kissing the top of your head.

Jack ended up staying home to you the rest of the day, while you watched movies finding comfort in each other.

[tenebrius-excellium]

I somehow feel like it's a little too early to make this estimate, but I took care of some things for myself lately and I'm feeling so so alone and vulnerable but also wayyy more confident, cautiously optimistic and hopeful for the future than before? Like, as a motherless daughter I have this dream of being able to say that "it got okay around age 30". I need to be able to tell this to someone else one day and be so so compassionate and encouraging to them, being able to promise that everything does get better, even if it might take someone another decade to reach that point for themselves.

So here's my coping mechanisms / survival guide for other motherless kids/teens/young adults out there... it's so trashy, like, I was making this up as I went along, I was just winging it out there, I did not have help and nobody cared what I went through. These are the things that got me through. They're not developed, they're not scientific, they're makeshift comfort. But please take what you need if you find anything helpful in this pile of rugs. (so crying right now)

Music and daydreaming help. So, sooooooo much. Don't get lost in the daydreaming too much, but I, for example, literally use music beat patterns to physically calm myself down. Music is a GREAT emotional regulator. Get that stuff out. Pacify yourself. I hum, I tap, I blow my eardrums out when life gets too much.

Stuffed animals help. They are soft and go everywhere with you and they are a guaranteed safe space. They are your pillow at night and the one you can always kiss and hug. They will love you back with their presence as well as they can. They've been through your shit with you and they are witnesses.

Christianity and Church help. A lot. A good Church will have motherly mothers and safe men in it. Members will gift you their spare items (I got like a clothes rack, a microwave, and more). They will give you money to get by if you honestly admit that you need help. When starving, I've always lowkey found food there. Within a Church, people will naturally move and clear out their households and get you connected to essential supplies like repairs, vacant housing, unused furniture, clothes and such. Accept this help. Don't depend on it, however, and do not exploit it either. Just grasp those opportunities when they present themselves.

Jesus himself helps. He will answer your prayers prayed in desperation if you honor him with your life. He saw. Trust me, he saw and he still sees, and he still helps you. Even now.

Socialism helps. A LOT. I've survived on state benefits for the longest time and have been so greatful discovering all the graces the government will grant you as an orphan, as a student, as a child, as a young person. My state has been more loving to me than my own parents. At least that's what it oftentimes feels like. Whenever they abandoned me, I was able to apply for some financial aid elsewhere. I recently organized insurance for myself, and it is my first real safety net EVER. I can relax better now.

Media help. Books, movies, talks, inspirational quotes, whatever floats your boat. Hearing and watching about other people's experiences lets you find kindred spirits and role models to aspire to. Don't get too lost in them either because you have to forge your own path. But take all the strength from them that you can. My real life role models include Kate Winslet, Kate Blanchett, Hugh Jackman and RDJ. My fictional role models are every swashbuckler ever, every dreamer, fighter, dancer, singer ever, just passionate people who are able to live in the present and get creative with the situations they find themselves in while maintaining a positive attitude and a fun, confident spirit.

No one will be coming to save you. Take responsibility for yourself as early as you can. I made the mistake of expecting others to save me for far too long. I remained passive expecting my step-family to accomodate my needs "when they finally find the time to think about me". These people have their own family dynamic; they don't get that you are different. Listen; THEY HAVE THEIR OWN FAMILY. You, however, are from an entirely different family. I wish for each and every orphan to be grafted into a family that wholeheartedly accepts who you are and supports you unconditionally. In my case though, I was expected to fit in with them and to grow up to do things exactly like them, their way. Which I couldn't. Because my blood literally boils different. If you feel "off", "out of place", "different", reclaim your origins, insist on it, do things your own way. It'll free you dramatically. If you're happy, good for you, then don't touch that shit. You can be grateful for what you have. Sincere gratulations! But what I'm trying to say is, asking the dumb questions and having to learn everything by yourself is humiliating. It's also exhausting. Sometimes you will have to fight the adults in your life for what you really need when they try to give you what they *think* a normal kid needs. You are not a normal kid. You need extra stuff. Why do YOU have to do everything by yourself out of all people? WHY YOU? WHY MEEE? I have no idea. It doesn't make sense. It's so unfair. All I can tell you is that things immediately get better for you the moment you stand up for yourself and take responsibility. It's okay to whine. Just get to doing something about it while you're at it. Listen, I love you, but you HAVE to.

This I can't say from personal experience, but apparently, having animals/pets and engaging in sports helps some people. Small things I've noticed are that basking in the sun feels like a hug. Walking barefoot as often as possible connects you to the earth. It's very grounding. Everything from the night stars to the glistening water to the soft blades of grass is there to love you and for you to feel safe under. Mountain ridges and beloved cityscapes are things for my eyes to hold on to when the abyss gets bottomless and the void unbearable.

Take things as slow as you need to. Don't beat yourself up for not developing or understanding things as fast as your peers, - they get the luxury of being inherently taught by the mere existence of their parents - you don't. You're a warrior. You're a survivor. You are busy reconnecting your family line to the future which was severed by the disappearance of your og folks. You are literally carrying the load of two generations. Respect that. You will get to the same destinations as the others, just a whole lot slower. It's okay. Preserve your strength, take as many breaks as you need as you teach yourself to not just survive, but to genuinely thrive.

You will make it. You will make it. You will make it. You will make it. You will make it. You will make it. You will make it. You will make it.

You will make it.

[paullovescomics]

Sertorius and the Struggle for Spain, by Philip Matyszak

I'm glad I chose to read this when I did, because the events recounted here were contemporary with the wars between Rome and Mithridates that I read about last year. Like that story, this one sometimes had me wondering if the Romans would be believable if they were in fiction. Sometimes they really do seem to have plot armor. In this period, they had unrest amongst allies in Italy, a civil war, war with a very formidable rival in Asia Minor (who briefly took Greece from them), the uprising of Spartacus, and a rebel general in Spain who is widely considered a military genius. It's true that they had extremely well trained armies (often veterans) and generals, but they also get a lot of help from their enemies making poor decisions, and sometimes just plain luck.

Sertorius had been on the losing side of the civil war between Marius and Sulla. He concluded that his only options for staying alive were to either sail off for parts truly unknown, or try to hold some territory and hope that the surviving Marians in Rome could somehow mount a comeback. He had been made governor of part of Spain, and that's where he (eventually) made his stand. It was primarily a defensive guerilla war, since he had relatively few Roman legionaries, and the local troops who joined him could not match the opposing legionaries. However, they were very good ambushers and cavalrymen, and the terrain favored those strengths. For the very short time that Sertorius had enough legionaries to take on his Roman enemies in more decisive battles, his subordinate commanders let him down repeatedly.

In medieval Europe, a "Romance" story was one full of big adventure and daring-do. The name came from "Roman", and stories like Sertorius' must have been part of the inspiration for that term. This guy joins pirates to overthrow a North African ruler, he orchestrates fake miracles involving white deer to make allies think that the gods are on his side, he outfoxes rival generals and talks smack about it, one time he even got enemies to abandon some unassailable caves by piling up dirt so that the natural wind currents would blow it into the caves and make it impossible to breathe in them. That's some pulp adventure shit. Imagine what bards could do with that material.

I've read a decent amount of Roman history, and I've often wondered why there wasn't more about Spain. It's a big peninsula, and became part of the empire fairly early on. We hear that the Carthaginians had colonies there, and Hannibal marched through it on his way to the Alps. Julius Caesar fought part of his civil war there. But many times it only gets a brief mention. This book suggests that a lot of what was written has been lost. This story of Sertorius' rebellion had to be pieced together from fragmentary evidence. It also took a very long time for the area to be pacified and Roman-ized. Apparently many of the Iberian tribes had been warlike before the Romans arrived, and their tactics and knowledge of the land made it possible for them to resist for a very long time.

Also, most Roman governors saw their job not as making Iberia into good, peaceful provinces, but as extracting as much personal wealth from the place as possible. This is not the sort of thing that high-minded ancient historians wanted to investigate, and it fed the Iberians' resentment generation after generation, ensuring continued resistance. For example, when (before he went to Gaul) Julius Caesar was made governor of one of Iberia's two provinces, he was in massive debt. In order to foment a war, he made laws that he knew the locals could not accept. When they rebelled, he defeated them, looted their towns, and used that to pay off his debts. He was following a long tradition.

Reading those accounts is very reminiscent of more recent forms of imperialism. The main difference being that the modern form is of larger scale, and is usually attributed to nations rather than individual leaders. The modern type tends to be couched in some quasi-moralistic excuses (white man's burden, progress, greater good, providence, etc.), whereas the ancient form is nakedly greedy and ambitious. Or maybe it just seems that way from here. Maybe the folks back in Rome also had some sophomoric bullshit about civilizing those poor dirty barbarians.

Definitely recommended if you like ancient history.

[bonefall]

Speaking of bugs, another idea i saw before was how medicine cats have access to honey, yet we never see how they get it. So it could be cool that, since shadowclan is knowledgeable on bugs, or windclan, since they live on the moors, the cats could take care of bees, or at least know how to locate and carefully extract honey when needed, without getting stung. Imagine, cat bee keepers. Though i dont know what else the bees could be used for.

@theblankest123

Oh you have no idea what you've done

You're about to get like 3 months of my previous hyperfixation dumped on you I hope you're ready

In a world building project that started as just a fanclan and got so bulky it ended up as a whole warrior-inspired fantasy speculative evolution story, I got so obsessed with bees that I ended up having to hunt down the wikipedia references and use sci-hub because there wasn't enough information there on vulture bees. Anyway, I'll just be talking about common european honeybees.

So, honey is made of pollen making it a plant-based product, meaning that honey has basically no nutritious value to cats. Not to mention the fact that cats can't taste sweet to begin with. This doesn't mean that bee-keeping would be of no value though; bees make all sorts of useful things

Ok, what could a Warrior do with bees?

For one, you'd be able to use beeswax for all sorts of things. In construction it's a decent binding agent (not as good as pitch though) and water-repellent. You can make trinkets out of it, like wax-based natural crayons, modeling clay. In medicine, it makes a balm for cracked skin, and is an excellent ingredient for ointments or 'capsules' to help other herbs get swallowed. RiverClan warriors could use wax to smooth their fur and swim twice as fast.

And that's not to mention honey as well. It's not widely known that honey is an excellent antibacterial agent; and it's far, far more valuable that way than wasted on soothing throats. Glucose oxidase in honey actually reacts with open wounds in a way that chemically produces hydrogen peroxide. Rubbing alcohol. How cool is that??

And, if all else fails... the cats can just eat bees. They're packed with protein. In larval form or just, killing then pulling the stinger out of a worker.

The harder part is extracting honey

Beecause, the easiest way to avoid getting stung while harvesting bees (before modern smoking tools ofc) was to burn animal dung. Cow chips were the one I read about. Can your Warriors have fire? If not, we'll have to get more creative.

Another method mentioned in medieval beekeeping texts is a specific mixture of mallow, fenugreek, and oil. The cats would have access to those things, and they don't need to have dedicated beehives to figure out such a mixture would pacify wild beehives for harvest.

There's also old beekeeping outfits which are nightmarish in a cool way. Those can be made from wicker (willow and reeds) and thick cloth (flax). That would depend on how far you're willing to allow a Warrior cat to be technologically; flax cloth and rope is pretty advanced to create

[m-jelly]

Hi!! Jelly I wanted to request of you can make a fic inspired by

Where the reader and Levi are king and queen and the reader started getting angry because she thought that her husband is cheating on her with the maid ( but actually he was preparing for their anniversary ahead of time )( dw the reader didn’t actually pacify the maid )

While Levi was preparing for a political dinner reader saw him with the maid then they had a talk about it but he didn’t tell her why he was talking to the maid so it pissed her off and on the day of the anniversary she found out and one more thing. ANGST!!! and FLUFF !!! ( you can ignore this and sorry for the English )

Hi! Thank you for sending this and your English is wonderful. So, I'm changing it a little so there isn't a massive understanding as I believe in communication. Hope you don't mind!

@kenkopanda-art thank you for this cute banner <3

Happy Anniversary.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, fluff, cute, pouty reader and Levi, teasing, fun secrets.

Concept: You and Levi both start making your plans for your anniversary early to celebrate your royal marriage. Due to both of you running around and planning things in secret, you barely get to see each other. You both pout about being apart, but you won't stop planning your anniversary surprises. When they day comes, you surprise each other and promise that you won't do something big again because you missed each other too much.

You let out a long grumpy sigh as you planned more for your anniversary. You'd barely seen much of Levi and you missed him. You liked your staff, but you'd seen so much of them that you were getting tired and grouchy. You had to get these plans done to show Levi how much you love and appreciate him.

You walked through the halls as you organised more. You paused a moment when you noticed Levi with a maid. You felt a sinking feeling inside you as you watched him talk to her and give her instructions. You felt a little jealous, but not because you thought Levi was up to no good. You were jealous that the maid was having Levi's time and you'd barely been around him.

You let out a long sigh. "What I wouldn't give to be a maid for a day."

You stared longingly at your husband as your heart throbbed. You fought tears as the loneliness seeped in. You hugged yourself and hurried away just as Levi noticed you getting upset.

Levi placed his hand on his maid's arm. "Excuse me a moment." He jogged after you and called your name. "Are you by chance hungry?"

You turned to him. "I am not currently. I've had my lunch."

"Oh..." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the butler with you. He was jealous of the butler getting all your attention and time. "When are you free?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. I have a lot to plan. Your political dinner is tonight and I have some final touches to make for you."

He sighed. "Right, right..."

You smiled a little. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay. We both are busy."

You nodded. "I'll see you at the dinner."

"Yes...yes you will."

You hesitated a moment before kissing him and making him flinch. "I love you."

He smiled softly at you. "I love you too."

You waved to him and went about your jobs for the day. You finally changed into an appealing dress for the dinner and greeted the politicians as they came into the palace. You told them all that Levi would join them later, he was just busy. When Levi joined with a maid at his side and her blushing a little, you ignored the whispers and people questioning your husband's loyalty. You knew very well Levi would never ever cheat on you. Levi loved you, he cared for you deeply. Levi fought to have you as his Queen, so he would never throw it all away.

You escaped the dinner and stood on the balcony to get some air. You brushed your tears away as your loneliness sank in. You knew that planning something so big for your anniversary was a mistake because you barely got to see the man you loved so deeply.

You turned your head when you heard your name softly spoken. "Mm, Levi, evening. Did I organise everything well?"

He nodded. "It's perfect, thank you."

You smiled at him. "I'm glad."

He approached you and wiped a tear away. "Are you crying because of me? I'm so sorry."

You let out a long sigh. "I won't lie to you Levi." You held his hands. "We promised each other we'd always be honest, so here it is. I miss you terribly and I'm jealous of the maid."

"Jealous?"

You nodded. "She gets to spend so much time with you and I barely see you. I know you're planning something and I know you'd never cheat because you fought so hard for me, but I miss you. I miss us."

Levi held your waist and kissed you. "I love you. I adore you and I miss you." He kissed you again. "I really missed you. I have also been really jealous of the butlers you've been working with. I wanted so badly to be with you. I promise that after tomorrow, we'll be back together again."

You hugged Levi tightly. "No more planning things without the other."

"I agree." He hugged you back before letting you go. "Come on, we have dinner to finish."

You and Levi worked together to end the night and felt a little better now you'd talked it through. You dragged yourselves to bed and got up the next day to start putting your surprises in full force. You had set up a massive tea party with all kinds of tea for Levi to drink and try, along with baked treats for your anniversary.

Levi had organised for a playground to be made for you, so you could play games together like you would at a fair. He even had gotten nice fairground food and sweets as well. He wanted to have fun with you for the day and believed this was the best way to do it.

Levi waited for you and got word from his butler you were waiting for him. He hurried along to where you were and saw what you'd done for me. He smiled at the beautiful little tea party for just you and him. He walked closer to see you were wearing the dress he loved the most on you.

He smiled and said your name with pure love. "Is this what you've been doing?"

You nodded. "Yes. I wanted to do a tea party. I know you love tea and I have managed to get tea that we've never tried before."

"This is incredible. No wonder you've been working so hard."

You giggled. "Yeah. So, what have you been planning?"

He held your hand and walked with you to the back of the palace to show you the fun games and food. "I brought the fair to the palace. It's for all of our staff and you. I know how much you appreciate our staff and well, they helped us become a couple."

You welled up. "It's perfect."

"We'll have tea together, then come here."

You nodded. "Please."

He blushed a little. "Can we promise never to do this again? I hated not being with you."

"Promise. We should plan together."

He laughed a little. "Agreed."

[cookietroop]

(Make sure you thank the song that inspire me, Top of my School by Katherine Lynn-Rose)

Top of the Subway ( Self Aware! Ingo x Reader)

Ingo was saddened today, his darling was not online at the moment. He could see her stressed out mind, she was working on her review that her professor assigned and she started to break down. He knew that she was stressing out, having the responsibility of the oldest child, to carry the burden of getting a job, completing assignments without fail and with perfection.

He could only watch as she finished and sighing with relief looking over the review with a sad smile, then a voice was heard, her mother demanding that she must watch the younger siblings, he could only glare and give his darling a pitiful frown.

He knows how much she hated her mother, how she hated when her mother would leave her with too much responsibility that she was supposed to have. But no, she was the double, that daughter that was supposed to be perfect.

He saw as she went downstairs and bringing up a little toddler and a baby all wrapped up in a blanket. The baby cried and the girl could only try to soothe her with words as the toddler had a red face, showing her that they were about to cry as well. He saw as she quickly distracted the toddler with his stuffed lion and the baby with a pacifier.

She could only silently watch them carefully as she placed the baby in a crib and place the sleepy toddler on her bed before returning to her desk and began reading up her review and drilling it in her mind.

She soon had a sour look before grabbing at her hair and silently saying curses to her mother, saying that she was tired of this life, she was tired of being her mother’s replacement, her selfish desire of being herself, and a wish that she could just be with someone who truly loved her not for her pay or anything from her.

Ingo clenched his fists, he couldn’t just ignore your wish, he wanted to be there with you, for you to not work a day in your life, to be happy with him and only him.

That night as you went to sleep, Ingo finally broke out of his digital prison, seeing you in the flesh was a temptation itself but Ingo focused on his main objective and quickly rushed downstairs.

That morning you woke up 5:00 am, your usual time to wake up, you got downstairs after you got ready to see a packed lunch with a small sticky note attached to it saying,”Have a Pleasurable Day!” Neatly written with a small smiley face.

You were confused by this but when you saw that it was packed with your favorites, you oblige and quickly grabbed it and went to school.

For the next first few months, your locker was always filled with a letter staying sweet words and gave you many compliments, always ending with a beautiful written ‘I’ at the end.

Your friends teased you and started to try and find out who was sending the letters, but you already knew some of the people with I, but they didn’t have the same neat handwriting, and plus it had a sort of scent that you liked but didn’t know what it was. But you liked the letters and they even brought you a sort of giddiness.

The second few months now the letter was accompanied by small but grand gifts, a small gift box with your favorite color, sweets that you loved, and even stuffed animals with a small ribbon. Now your friends were really wanting to find out who was the secret admirer.

But soon word spread and then the popular girls stepped in and they were jealous of your secret admirer.

“How could he even like you? A shameful loser! A bitch who doesn’t even know how to be beautiful!” Laughed the leader of the popular group, you could only stand there as they began to shout insults and telling you to hang yourself. They began to rip the present out of your clutches and you were desperate for them to give it back but they began to beat you but you somehow managed to get away because of your friends calling the teacher just in time.

You cried when you were in the restroom, you didn’t want to give away the only love you had, the affection that you made you feel wanted, the soft and charming words that were written in clean handwriting, you didn’t want to give it up. You just couldn’t.

The next day when you were approaching your locker, the popular girls were watching your every move as you opened your locker, and you saw a small letter, it was the same type of letter that he would always make, you opened the letter up to see the content of it, and read it quickly and quietly as you felt the popular girls glares of envy and evil.

‘My Dearest (Name),

It Pains me to know that you suffer from my love for you, how much of your tears have stabbed me, Please give me a chance to reveal myself. Tonight, at your house I’ll visit, I must not show my face for I must remain a mystery for your safety, but I’ll give you a gift that will help you in your times of need.

- Signed with Love, I

You were surprised by this, he is going to visit you?! In your household!? You felt your heart pumping to your face and a red face was covered by your hands as you quickly shoved the letter in your hidden pocket in your pencil bag.

You could only have a giddy smile with you trying to pass the time and checking the clock every second, your friends asked why the sudden happiness, but all they got was an excuse.

As the final bell rang your ran straight to your home but then you got jumped by the group of popular girls, they began to beat you tear up anything in your backpack and decided to tie you up in the woods and left you only with your phone that was up in the tree, you began to tear up, why when you have a good time did something bad think that it was okay to snatch it away from you?

You cried for hours until you fell unconscious, losing hope for your return and doubting that your mother would even care to look for you.

Ingo looked through your window, you weren’t there, the room was in the same condition, no lights not even your phone was in your usual spot. He quickly went to your school and saw nearby an injured you, full of cuts and bruises, he clenched his fists and had a terrifying anger in his face.

He untied you and gather your things into your kicked backpack, he quickly brought out Chandelure to carry your things as he slowly went to you home, he lovingly laid you down on your bed, he carefully and quickly bandaged you up and gently caress your hand before disappearing into your screen, wondering if Emmet was already calling out search parties.

You woke up looked around to see that you were in your room, you look to see that you were in bandages you were surprised by this, who bandaged you up? Did your mother actually come to the rescue? You quickly gone downstairs after getting ready for another hellish day at school, you saw that a packed lunch was already awaiting you but as you got a little saddened by the fact that there wasn’t a sticky note, you saw one in the lunch bag.

‘My dearest (Name),

I am angered by the fact that those heathens touched you, I did you favor last night, you don’t have to return it. Enjoy my generous gift.

-With Love I.

You were confused about the content of it, a gift? A generous favor? What was it?

As you went to school you saw everyone rushing to the cafeteria, police sirens started to scream, and many police officers started to dash in, detectives, parents, school faculty, everyone was screaming and in shock. Your friend grabbed your hand and dragged you in the cafeteria to see what was going on only for you two to start to look in horror.

The popular girls were hanging from the ceiling with wires, their eyes pure white blood was leaking out and they seem to be trapped in a horrified face screaming.

The police ordered everyone outside and other members started to cover the scene with police tape. The parents were crying, screaming their kids name as policemen pushed them back and trying to get them to calm down.

But how could they? Their kids were hanged by a person they would never suspect.

The school was shut down for the month, news reporters were talking to students, trying to find the exclusive information, few talked, it was uncomfortable the whole situation.

But your mother? She didn’t give a damn about it, only saw it as an opportunity to get free babysitting.

You could only sit there with the traumatizing scene stuck in your mind, was this his doing? Was it your fault? Was this the ‘generous’ gift he wanted you to have? The blood of your tormentors?

You sat there, guilt ridden all over your face, then a doorbell rang, you went downstairs, you saw only pitch black of the night, no one was there, you opened the door and looked to see a letter.

You hesitated to pick it up, but grabbed it and shut the door, locking it.

You felt the hairs on your neck standing on end, someone was watching you! You began to shut the windows and cover the windows and quickly ran upstairs and locking your door.

You began to call the police but there was no internet connection, someone cut off the power! All of the lights instantly turned off, you could only stand there, your stomach turning and twisting in fear until a light appeared from your computer.

Please let me in…… have I done something wrong?|

You saw the keys typing itself, you saw the words, you gulped as you approached the computer and began to type.

What do you think?! You hanged literal people from the cafeteria!|

You heard the door knob jiggling roughly trying to get in, you were caught off guard but the screen began to show new typed words.

They were tormenting you, they had no right to do that, I gave them the punishment they deserve, besides they were hated by everyone.|

Then screens began to appear, all of them were text messages, group chats, everything, it was your classmates! They were saying how they wanted the group to die, how they would gladly give them death and torture them. You began to get furious and began to type up your rage.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! ARE YOU A FUCKING HACKER?! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?! LEAVE ME ALONE!|

Suddenly the computer began to heat up making you recoil from your keyboard, you hissed in pain.

Just let me in dear, you don’t have to worry about anything, just let me have you by my side, you wouldn’t have to graduate from college, have worries about a job or money, you can have a comfortable life, just let me in, I forgive you already.|

The sound stopped, you have the option of have a life without worry, wouldn’t have to take care of mother’s burdens and be with the guy that gave you nothing but sweet words of comfort and help.

But you shook your head and stood firm with your decision.

No ‘I’ or whatever the hell your name is, I will never let you in, you ruined your chance when you killed those girls, just piss off and never even send me another letter or your so called ‘help’, LEAVE. ME. ALONE.|

(Name), I am disappointed that you reject me, seems that I must take care of that, well then, I must be grateful for your mother then for always leaving the key under the doormat. I will see you shortly and we will be together soon enough.|

Click*

You turned around, horror exploded in your mind when you heard footsteps coming from downstairs and it was starting to get louder. Your eyes were darting around and your door knob was turning and your door opened.

Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect a fictional character to be your secret admirer but you still took a chance and dashed to the door, but then the infamous Chandelure used hypnosis and took you out.

You woke up, in a room, tied down to a large bed, Ingo came into the room and saw you awake, he walked up to you and caressed your scars that you had all over from your now dead tormentors. He only tsk in annoyance as he saw that the scars were starting to bleed again, he grabbed a roll of bandages and started to wrap them up.

You try to fight him off or even scream but your mouth only let out a croak, your voice was gone.

“I’m sorry about that, I just had to make sure you wouldn’t be able to leave me and not to let anyone hear that voice of yours.” Said Ingo, you could only shut your mouth and look at him, holding back tears of fear.

Ingo wiped away those tears and kissed your forehead. Then he left, going to work.

Months past and Ingo’s affections started to make you use to it and made you more comfortable with him and it was easier to listen to him.

Now to the present, you were sitting on the couch with ingo who was spooning you.

“Tomorrow I’ll finally introduce you to Emmet, I’m sure he’ll take a liking to you.” Said Ingo, you hummed in acknowledgment.

“And we will finally tell them the good news.” Ingo said, as he held your hand, your finger trapped in a shiny band of gold and a shimmering diamond.

[djarinsbeskar]

Interval - Boxer!Din AU

Definition - the short pause between rounds in a boxing match

A/N: A highly un-edited, stream of thought drabble because I woke up lazy in bed really early this morning (this damned heatwave) and fancied the same with Boxer would just be perfection.

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: Light SMUT! -> Some heavy petting.

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist

He was soft in the morning light.

Claws retracted and muscles relaxed, a stark contrast to the constant need he had to be on guard when awake. That honed instinct to anticipate attack and retaliate in kind melted with the gentle sunlight highlighting ochre tones in chocolate waves that fell messily across his forehead. It coated his face like a balm; smoothing out lines of age and the furrow of brows from a man who spent too much of his time scowling or glaring and made the rich tawny of his exposed chest and abdomen glow with a golden undertone. Gently parted lips tempted you beyond belief as chestnut eyes remained closed and the shadow of lashes stretched far down his cheeks, his face turning towards where you had been on the pillow beside him, seeking your touch, your smell.

You lay on your side watching him, mesmerized by the transformation sleep brought over your boxer. A vulnerable peace you never saw in the fiery dominance and unapproachable presence he exuded in the waking world. An intimidating bulk of muscle – inked with tattoos of his clan heightened that instant wariness most had around him – became a pillow of heat and protection you remember being stirred with when he banded strong arms around you in the middle of the night, rasps of sleepy growls inviting rather than dissuading, muffled into your neck and hair.

It was still early, too early to be awake for how long he kept you awake the night before. The daylight was only a few dozen minutes old as it filtered in through dark curtains and pulled you from sleep as the world remained quiet and unmoving.

Another night spent in his bed and still that same flare of attraction the moment you laid eyes on him rose in you.

Still naked – the sheets kicked off you in sleep – your eyes dragged down over his arm tossed lazily over his stomach, down the dusting of a happy trail that came to the beginning of a thatch of dark hair, covered by a pair of grey sweats he must have pulled on when he got up hours before to use the bathroom. The hung low – dangerously low, exposing the arch of hips and the mouth-watering dip of bone and muscle directed towards his crotch.

He was beautiful. Beautiful in the way a lightning storm or a wild tiger was; dangerous, wild and completely untouchable, but breath-taking to witness in person. Yet here you were, fingers dancing feather light over skin that should shock you with the voltage of a lightning strike and finding only the pleasant thrum of heat and muscle beneath your fingers, a tiger pacified.

Your fingers met the hem of the sweats, teasing the material—preening under the knowledge of what lay inches from your fingers, that virile passion that he usually directed towards boxing, channeled into you instead. Opponents turned to lovers and punch cues turned to the brutal thrust of his cock into your welcome heat, where cries of victory turned into shattered moans of ecstasy.

He embodied passion, embodied resilience, and an awe inspiring candor in his every action and word.

The world wasn’t built for men like Din. It was too fragile—too coddled in placations and gentility for his rough tempered morality so it shied away, made him villainous—made him the man people avoided instead of looking to.

Maybe you were too fragile for him as well. But the fury of him, the rawness of his edges called not for gentle hands, but strong ones. Hands that could melt those sharp edges and give him a reprieve from the difficulties of navigating the violent underbelly of the world where he felt most at home.

Eyes still slow with sleep dropped with a flurry of primal awareness to the heavy length of him lying over his thigh, hidden beneath his sweatpants, half hard and thick and perfectly outlined under the fabric from where it strained over him—an invitation too tempting to ignore.

A rumble of noise, deep and low, sounded from his chest when you ran a hand slowly over his concealed length, the twitch of awareness you inspired making you bite your lip on a smile as he swelled under your touch. You shifted down the bed, the rustle of sheets not pulling him from sleep even as a large hand fisted in them subconsciously when you rolled the heavy fullness of his balls slowly.

Fuck… but he was big all over.

It still baffled you that he hadn’t broken you in two yet.

Din groaned again, his mouth falling open with a rasp of unbridled pleasure—not unlike the way he sounded as you worked knots from tense muscles, when he couldn’t stop himself from vocalizing the bliss your hands could wring from him. The same could be said for everywhere you touched.

You stroked him languidly over the sweatpants, the rigid steel of his cock not lessened by the soft fabric that hid him and arousal pooled between your legs immediately, trickling slow between your folds and making you shiver as the cool air touched it. You didn’t even try to stop yourself from dropping a kiss to the outline of the head, the radiating heat enticing you to leave another and another and another along his length until you were mouthing along him with soft mewls of satisfaction as he twitched in sensitivity under the teasing inferno of your tongue.

The material had turned dark where your tongue had left wet patches of saliva on his cock when fingers speared through your hair and coaxed your eyes up his body, your mouth still working lazily over him—fingers still fondling his heavy sacs.

You were met with half-lidded pools of syrupy umber, the last vestiges of vulnerability clinging to the warmth in that sleepy gaze before consciousness finally dragged him back. Claws and fangs returned with a tight curl of his fingers in your hair to grip your head, and the twist of his lips into a snarling smirk when he brought your mouth back down to his throbbing, concealed cock. The shutters of hardened armor fell back around him instantly and your stomach lurched in anticipation,

“Needy little thing…” he rasped thickly, voice rough hewn from sleep and the moans you had pulled from him last night. His free hand hooked at the hem of his sweats already ridden low on his hips to pull them down further,

“Get to work, sweetheart.”

You grinned cheekily at his words, innocently pretending it hadn’t been your fault he ended up painfully hard when he woke up. Instead, you basked in the hitch of his breath, the darkening of lust clouding his eyes when you replaced his hand with your teeth to tug his sweatpants down the remaining few inches to free his straining cock.

He was soft in the morning light…mostly.

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[confusedpan-da]

Hey, I was wondering if you also made headcanons?

Because if you do could you write some of your headcanons for age dreaming Bakugou?

I saw you mentioning you wanna include that and got a little excited because there's not that much age dreaming stuff about him

Sorry it took so long to answer…

Good you mentioned that because I completely forgot! So thank you!!!

I never thought about making head canons  actually but I’ll try! Maybe it’ll give me some inspiration XD

This is my first time so I hope this is what you imagined.

Age dreaming Bakugou Katsuki headcanons (as in the universe of my fic "little sleep therapy“) :

-He tried age regression once with Kirishima when he was really stressed out but he didn’t like the feeling of it. 

-He likes being in control so letting that go was a bit scary.

-However, he did find comfort in some of the stuff they did! 

-So when he’s stressed out and struggling once more and doesn’t want to admit it, he takes some the little gear he bought for Kirishima, that the redhead doesn’t use. 

-At first it was just a little dragon plushie that was sitting unused in one corner. He’d just hold it while performing some tasks and it helped him concentrate better. 

-Eventually he snuck out an unused onesie and after a lot of struggling and fighting with himself even the unused pacifier he had bought for Kirishima. 

-He’d tell himself that he just didn’t want his money to go to waste while using them through writing essays, doing homework or even learning sign language because of the inevitable drawback of his quirk.

-Then Kirishima walks in on him once and after a long conversation they both seemed to understand this a lot better.

-Kirishima gladly gives Bakugou those items since those would only be catching dust otherwise.