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gimmeurtmi · 3 months

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I have a soft ask:

I've gotten into crocheting recently and have begun making baby clothes for my pregnant coworker. How would SKZ react to their pregnant partner making baby clothes or knitting baby blankets?

channie would be the biggest hands on nester ever. so if you were doing all this as part of your nesting process he’s sit beside you and try and learn and ask you questions about granny squares and double eyes half eyes whatever those things are djdj and he’d be entirely into it nodding with his serious 🤨 face as you knit away. would always bring the wool and pins (is that the name??) to you when you ask to the point you just need to show your grabby hands and he’s bringing the stuff over. would kiss your cheek and look so so so proud daddy whenever you show him your finished creations with a “they’re gonna look so cute in this!!”

my minmin. he wouldn’t get where this new thing has come from but would just go with it. he’d hold the wool and untangle it without you noticing. he’d bring a spare set of needles in his bag if he notices you don’t always bring them with you and you want to crochet on a long drive or something. he’d yell at you when you’re counting loops to confuse you but then softly tell you how many you’ve done because you said it out loud three minutes ago and he remembered <3

changbin is the biggest softie of them all, we of course know this. he’d see a teeny tiny itsy bitsy little crochet sock and start screaming like he just saw the face of god. would not stop giving you more requests (wants them mostly pink) and more suggestions and would just yell “bUT WHAT ABOUT MATCHING HATS???” whenever you say you’ve moved on to a different project. would buy a little bag for all your things and tie a cute pink ribbon on it so you get inspired to make more pink things. would also ask if you can make him something but you have to tell him a blanket for a full grown man will take too long and he starts whining so much you decide you’re gonna make him mittens instead

hyunjin would 100% join you!!! he’d buy his own wool and needles to work on them together with you. he might give up after a while if it gets too hard for him but since you want to make a blankie for baby he’s gonna make some squares to help!! would find inspo pics and send them to you with a little “👀” attached and they’re almost always of cute babies modelling as well and he goes on a rant about how your baby will be the best baby ever. gets emotional each and every time.

hannie would absolutely die die die from the cuteness overload. he’d see a completed little woolly hat you made and take a million pictures of it and smile so big his jeekies get squished up!!!!! would give you a baby doll (or quokka) to use as a model on your finished creations. literally biggest cheerleader!!! loves the idea that you can make a stuffed animal as well and you try making them a few times but you don’t love how they came out. still, ji keeps them around the studio and names them all

felix would take you shopping to find new threads and new colours!! since he’s already started buying baby toys (they’re all blue and bright) he wants to make sure the colours match the whole theme he has going on so he’d take you shopping for some that you like. would def also buy you any books with layouts (is that what it’s called?) that you need or would just literally buy anything you need to support this new hobby. would call you over to sit on his lap while he’s gaming and you’re crocheting :’)))) take great pride in anything you make and kisses your cheeks when the hormones get to you and you start crying about missing a loop

seungmin would laugh at you for real. like “look you aren’t even a mama yet and already you’re worse than my grandma” but then when he notices you actually really like it and it calms you down he’ll just push the material towards you whenever he sees it laying around and would wait for you to pick it up and get back into working on the blanket before giving you his cute little puppy grin. if anyone else makes the grandma comment he’ll bark at them and tell them you’re making the best blanket this baby will ever own in their lives. would send you crocheting memes now that he doesn’t always get but you like them and his algorithm always knows what you’re thinking about somehow

jeongin would also not really get what you’re doing at first like? shouldn’t you be worrying about things or something but instead you’re knitting away all cute and snuggled while you’re at it. once he sees the first little pair of socks or hat he falls in love and is totally totally on board. will subtly show you his new beanie he bought and will mumble out “for inspo” because he wants him and baby to match and you’re already making something so you know… help innie and babie match :((( would also send you inspo pics but they all feature a stylish dad with the baby and designer clothes and he now demands you make them for baby AND him

#ask #anon #all.works #skz x reader #skz ot8 #skz.hcs #skz ot8 x reader #ot8 x reader #soft thoughts #dad!skz #side note: i am changbin

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luvfy0dor · 6 months

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Henlo

You know who it is, we all know, henlo

I feel like I’ve been here a lot recently

Just starting off with saying I loved the Dazai piece. It was really cute. Dad Dazai trying his best, made my heart melty

But I think you know why I’m here today

On this day

Honestly the day doesn’t entirely matter but I’m here on THIS one

With the dad Fyodor thought I promised

Cuz here I was thinking to myself. I feel like Fyodor definitely wants his child or children having some connection to Russian culture, since that’s a part of them too, regardless of their other parent’s nationality or background, he definitely wants his included. (Tho his partner could totally do the same)

So I was wondering, would you like a piece of him either teaching his children Russian or making Russian food for them? Or really sharing any Russian cultural thing with them at all. Honestly whatever one is easier for you to write or go into detail with, they’re all equally cute.

Cuz if his child or children develop a connection to that, I feel like that would make him a lot happier than maybe he would fully show.

I hope this ask sparks the creative brain juices in a fun way

Also considering sending a Halloween themed request at some point idk… oh but who knows!We’re here rn and having fun with this, that’s all we need at the moment

Also real glad you enjoy my messages lol. I will absolutely keep sending. Take as long as you need

-the person here attempting to give everyone baby fever because it’s funny

This blog’s Dad Fyodor anon

"da!" - Dad!Fyodor x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Google translate Russian, not much reader involvement, very minimal proofreading happened

Description; Dad!Fyodor teaching his child about Russian culture! It incorporates ideas from the first dad!Fyodor part.

A/n; YESYESYES I one hundred percent agree, I think about this on the regular OMG I hope I depicted this well bc my knowledge on Russia isn't all that extensive lol, if you have any corrections, do tell me!! : ) Also I'm gonna be so fr I had NO idea what to name this so we're rolling with da I guess.............

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ He teaches his child/children classical Russian music when they're old enough to play more difficult pieces. Until then, he'll settle for twinkle twinkle little star.

★ Introduces his children to ballet.

★ His children have a variety of Russian-originating toys, such as Matryoshka/Russian nesting dolls, rocking horses etc.

★ Brings his children to Russia at least once, specifically to Moscow (irl Dostoevsky was raised in Moscow, so we're gonna assume BSD Dostoevsky was too) to experience the culture first hand.

★ Teaches his children the foundations of the Russian language. He would like them to fluently speak it one day, though.

★ Cooks Russian food for them like I mentioned and included in the first part.

★ They learn about Russian history from their father, anywhere from Peter the Great to fur trade and all that jazz

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(as always, p/t is parental title, d/n is daughters name)

Your head leaned against your fist while you watched your husband and daughter focus on their current activity. D/n carefully picked the colors and pigments she would use to color in the white spaces on her paper, and Fyodor just tried to keep things inside the lines. You could see the little girls tongue slightly sticking out from between her lips in concentration, making you smile.

Your daughter went to pick her next color, chosing a pink crayon to fill in the nose of the cat. "Papa, what'd you say your hat was called again? The one you always wear." She clarifies, even though there was really only one hat that Fyodor would wear at all. His eyes don't leave his thin paper as he replies, "A ushanka, and it's from Russia, malyshka." He answered, pushing some of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. "Russia." She says, the sound not unfamiliar, but not common to her either. "Where's that?" She tilts her head upwards, putting her crayon down to signify her attention on her papa. He puts his down too and rests his arms on top of one another.

"Quite far, but it is in both Asia and Europe. That's how big it is, it stretches over two continents." He says, a smile on his face. Her eyes widen a little. "That is really big. Have you been there before?" Her head tilts and she shifts a bit in her seat. "I grew up there, in the city of Moscow." He says, happy with her clear interest in his motherland.

"We should go there for a vacation one day!" She says, a grin on her face. He laughs a little bit and nods. "I agree, we definetly should." He agrees, fantasizing about it in his head. "Is that why you talk like that?" She questions her fathers accent, skittering around the table and climbing onto his lap. He smiles gently and nods. "Yes, it's called an accent, malyshka. I learned English, but Russian is my mother tongue. There are a lot of different pronunciations for certain sounds in Russian." He tells her, his hands fidgeting with the young girls hair. He parts it into three sections and starts to braid it.

"Is everything different there?" Fyodor hums, thinking as he weaves her hair into a gorgeous French braid. "Well, it definitely very different, but I don't think I would say everything." He says. "There are more historical differences than anything, if I do say so myself." She hums in understanding. "Papa, can you teach me some Russian?" She asks, turning her head to look at him with puppy dog eyes, even though she really didn't need them. He smiled and nodded.

"What should I teach you?" He softly questions, looking into the young girls eyes. She thinks for a moment, tapping her pointer finger on her chin. "I don't know! Whatever you want." She says, just excited to hear another language. He chuckles softly. "я не знаю, что тебе сказать" (I don't know what to tell you) he responds, a small grin on his face. Her eyes widen, almost as if she never believed he could speak a different language. You giggle a bit at her reaction.

"What does that mean?!" She excitedly asks, her mind seemingly blown over this. "It simply means I don't know what to tell you." He speaks. "But I can tell you the simple stuff. Like 'да' means yes and 'нет' means no. Hello is 'привет' and goodbye is 'до свидания'."

The young girl takes a mental note of these words. "привет, papa! I think I said that right." She says. You proudly watch the scene go down. Fyodor gives you a similarly prideful smile. "Yes, you did wonderful, malyshka." He praises her, patting her shoulder. "I'll have to teach you more one day." She nods vigorously, very obviously wanting him to. "Yes! And then we can have secret conversations, no one else will know what we're saying!" She snickers, making him smile.

A/n; I hope this is alright!! I loved this request a whole lot. Oh, also, feel free to send in that Halloween request even though it's November now lol

"Oh, ofcourse. That will probably be rather far in the future, though." He says, removing her from his lap and gently patting her back. "That's okay. If I learn more I'll know more words." She states the obvious. "And I'm gonna learn from the best russian ever." She beams, making Fyodor grin. "That's right, sweetheart."

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oleander-nin · 6 months

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Horrortober Day 23- Pretend(Yandere Rise Raph x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: loss of will to live, dark themes, yan themes

Words: 877

Summary: Raph finally broke you down

Your smaller arms move with Raph’s hand, a small smile on his face while he positions you on his bed. You were nested in his room, the piles of stuffed animals and pillows nearly drowning you from the sheer amount. Your eyes were glassy, doll-like and vacant. Whatever love for life you once had was gone, Raph’s suppressive hold smothering the light you once had. Raph didn’t mind, his smile widening while your head lolls to the side and you breathe out slowly. You were perfect now, so sweet and compliant to whatever he wanted.

Your heart didn’t quicken when Raph came near anymore, nor when he lost his temper and raised his voice. You didn’t even cry anymore when he touched you, now just sinking into the only comfort you were allowed with acceptance. Raph appreciated your new attitude, proud of himself for breaking you down. This was what he wanted, for you to be safe and happy with him. He can’t help but be pleased with how well his plan went, especially since he didn’t even need to ask his brothers for help. He kept you all on his own.

Raph shifts the blankets on top of you, smiling as he watches you struggle to keep your glassy eyes open. Watching you doze off was always a pleasure, something he had for himself that he'd never have to share. Your nose twitches as you breathe, your breath the only thing that separates you from the dolls and stuffies that surround you. You're completely still, only moving when Raph directs you.

Raph watches you for a moment more, smiling softly as you start to doze. He notices your cracked lips, the way your breath is slightly wheezy. His smile turns to a frown, his hands rubbing his wrists raw as he exits the room to make for the kitchen. He barely greets his brothers as he passes them, his brow line etched into the proclaimed “Raph Chasm”. He wasn’t sure the last time you drank water, especially since you didn’t ask for things anymore. It was the only downside he could find to your new personality. He missed your voice, even when all you used to do was yell.

Raph enters the kitchen, nodding a hello to his youngest brother while he cooks. The smell of the kitchen makes Raph’s mouth water, the soup simmering on the stove making his stomach rumble. Raph shakes himself out of the food trance, directing his attention back to the cabinet as he grabs a glass. He fills it up with ice and water from the sink, listening to the ice crack in the cup while the warmer water lands on it.

“How are they?” Mikey asks, still stirring his soup and making sure it didn't burn. Raph hums, grinning.

“They’re good. Just getting them some water.” Raph replies, his eyes glued to the rising water level of the cup. He turns off the sink, pulling the glass back and starts to walk out, taking careful steps to not spill the water. Mikey laughs as he watches his giant brother, the way he was trying to tiptoe through the kitchen making more of a mess than if he walked normally. Raph makes it back to his room with minimal spilling, his face twisted in regret from filling the water so high.

As he sets the glass of water down on the bedside table, Raph frowns when he looks at you. The way you were sitting, the way your eyes were closed and how you sank into the plushies around you. He was no longer able to tell the difference between you, and the stuffed animals lining his bed. You were still in the same position he left you, your eyes closed and face pale, sweat gathering on your brow.

Raph brings his hand to your forehead, expecting it to be hot, but it was normal. You weren’t sick from what Raph could tell. He shakes you softly, watching your big, glassy eyes open with a smile. He helps you sit up, your limbs rubber and limp. His touch is gentle, lifting your chin easily like it would crack if he was too harsh. He lifted the water to your lips, letting you drink from the cup. Your hands move on their own for the first time, instinct kicking in as water dribbles from your mouth at the clumsy assistance. You take the cup and finish drinking, wiping the excess liquid from your mouth. Raph ruffles your hair as he takes the cup away from you, putting it back on the table. He’d have to start bringing you more, not wanting you to wither away on him.

You settle back down while Raph sits on the edge of the bed, his hand on yours as you tilt back and your eyes close again. You blend in with the other dolls, still, calm, and quiet. Your breathing is so still it seems to have stopped, Raph only comforted in your life by the feel of your heart beat below the skin of your wrist. Raph closes his eyes, a pang of guilt flowing through him for just a moment. He misses when you didn’t have to pretend that you were still alive.

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sweetheartmotives · 7 months

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《☆Yandere Otter Hybrid☆》

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, Sexual themes, mentions of biting, and maybe captured?

Let me know if I missed any!

Whenever there's a new animal species found, you're the first to know. Your team has brought you a newfound species, It's suspected to be a part of the otter family since It has the characteristics of an otter. For example, it's ears and tail. The only weird thing is.. it has a human body.

Anyhow, you've been assigned to study it. At first, the otter being was aggressive and most likely stressed from the sudden change of environment. You've taken the necessary steps to make it comfortable. For example; giving it toys, blankets, treats, etc. It seems the otter being has grown to like you.. a little too much.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... got very aggressive and scared when you first bring them into the lab.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... would snap at you any chance they get.

Growling and hissing while trying to bite you

••Yandere Otter Hybrid who... at first didn't accept your gifts. They would push away blankets, treats, toys, etc. You aren't winning yet! They aren't giving up!

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... slowly but surely got used to you, After 6 months of constant growling, of course.

Maybe you're not as bad as I thought..? Yan Otter hybrid thinks to themself

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... would bring you their toys as a gift.

Take... Offers you one of their toys

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... makes loud squeaks and cries whenever you're not by them!

Loud squeaking

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... falls for you. They love your smell and looks.. You are so so perfect to them..

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... enjoys holding hands, snuggling, playing, and nesting with you. All things otters do to show affection!

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... over time, they started to embrace you while rubbing themself all over you.

Maybe if I court them, they'll be my mate? Sigh It's worth a shot.. Otter Hybrid mutters to themself

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... eventually goes into heat. They became more talkative, now discussing with the other researchers about finding a mate! You specifically

I need a mate! Yes.. if I don't have one, I'll die. Yan Otter Hybrid is obviously lying but the other researchers don't know that.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... eventually gets what they want. You in their exhibit, all dolled up for them!

You're literally just naked 💀

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... makes sure the windows, cameras, etc. are turned off or covered by something to protect your guy's privacy! Mating is a sacred thing that two or more lovers share, and it should be treated that way!

You're my mate.. my pretty pretty mate.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... forces you into mating press. They're literally trying to mate with you.

You'll make a great parent to our babies, my pretty mate.. Otter Hybrid says while touching the bulge on ur tummy <3

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... goes all night with you. Filling you to the brim with every ounce of love They have for you! No breaks :p

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... has special sperm that can get any Gender/sex pregnant. Boy, girl, or other will get pregnant by it.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... in the end, will make a great partner and parent to your guy's babies!

We'll be together, forever ♡

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoy reading, as I enjoyed writing!! 《*≧∀≦》

(Also credit to @suiana ! this idea came to be from their Yandere Naga fic I read a while ago! :3)

#zoologist reader #animal biologist reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x gn y/n #x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n

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adollchild · 2 years

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How do I regress without age regression gear.? also I have another question am I valid if I don't want regression gear.?

Hi there anon. You’re completely valid if you don’t want regression gear. Regression looks different for everyone, and you aren’t required to like something just because it’s popular.

Here are some ideas for things you can do without regression gear that might help you regress:

Playing on a playground

Listening to kids’ music

Cut your food into cute shapes

Playing video games. There are plenty of free browser games available

Draw or doodle

If you have a pet, you can play with them

Go outside and explore

Playing pretend (if you’re able to). @chompchompchu has some pretty good guides here

Watching cartoons

Printing out coloring pages or work sheets to color/work on

Act as childish as you want. It’s okay to be silly

Build a blanket nest/pillow fort

Try to make your own slime. You can find lots of recipes online

Go to the library and borrow some books

Make and play with some play dough

If it rains, you can go out and play in the puddles

Play with water

Watch videos on YouTube

Make your own playlists

Play with paper dolls. You can either draw your own or print out some from the internet

Make a small-themed moodboard

Do your hair in a cute way

Sing songs/nursery rhymes

If you want to regress to a really tiny baby/infant, @little-silly-bear has a post with activities here. Some of them require gear, while others don’t.

#asks #sophia speaks #activities #agere #agereg #agerespace #agere space #noncom agere #agere post #sfw agere #safe agere #age regression #age regressor #age regressive #age regressing #regression #sfw age regression

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huffelpuff210 · 1 month

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Fighter Part 7 Dark Alpha Tony Stark x Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader

Warning: Dark Themes, Swearing, kidnapping, forced sex.

Steve watches as you sleep soundly in your nest you made out of his clothes, Bucky’s and Tony’s you have one of his tees on that hangs over your mid thigh, You’re heat lasted two week, Tony explained it could have been your body making up for the years you were on suppressants.

The three Alpha’s took you in so many ways, you were not complaining it was the Omega in you that kept begging for more, and the heat that overwhelmed you,

Tony and Bucky had to leave on a mission that involved more Omega’s in hiding, So Steve was left alone with you as you slept off your exhaustion from the two weeks of heat, Your breathing slow and steady as he leaned against the door frame watching you sleep soundly in your nest, Wearing not just his mark but Bucky’s and Tony’s as well.

He knew once everything wore off that’s when the real fight would begin, you were a fighter and he had to admit that is one of the things that drew him to you in the first place and your sweet smell, You smelled like apples on a spring day with strawberries. it was an addicting smell,

he walks over to your nest, moving some of your long dark hair out of your face,

“Doll wake up you need to eat something, you’ve been asleep for two days.” He whispers in you ear,

You just let out a groan and roll over that your back is now facing him,

Steve chuckles kissing his mark which sent electric through your body, you eyelashes slowly flutter open, Steve holds you in his muscular arms chuckling.

“There she is.” He says nuzzling his face in your neck

Your eyes widen coming to the realization, You leg out a growl, standing from your nest,

“Now doll none of that.” He says standing up

You made a run for the door only for him to grab you and slam you back into your nest,

“Enough!” He growl it was like something snapped in your brain and you froze,

He smiles down at you,

“That’s my good Omega.” He says petting your hair,

“Now you need to eat something, since you are over your heat.” He says

He holds out his hand, And you take his hand without any hesitation.

He leads you to the kitchen where you sit quietly, as he grabs some eggs out of the fridge.

You were so tired but he was right you needed to eat something to regain your strength, That was your first heat in five years,and boy were you feeling the after math, you were sore everywhere, not to mention the rough sex with each Alpha, it all seemed like a dream,

You were feeling sort of out of it, in a daze as Steve brings you the cooked eggs and some fruit, You look up at him,

“Eat you need it.” He says with a smile

part of you wants to throw the plate in his face but the other part just obeys, You take a few bites, but your appetite seems to vanish you were more nauseated and sore than anything.

“Whats wrong doll.” He asked

“I don’t feel well.” You don’t know why you even answered him, But you did,

He looked at you concerned,

“It probably from not having your heat for so long.” He says

You just nod,

“Can I go back to sleep?” You don’t know why you are asking permission but it seemed to please him,

“Yes, I’ll clean up.” He says standing

You nod standing making your way back to the bedroom and laying back in your nest, You feel sleep take over you immediately

Steve was cleaning up when the front door opened, Tony and Bucky back,

“How was the mission?” Steve asked

“Great about a dozen Omega’s in hiding, got them to a detox facility.” Tony says

“Where’s our girl?” Bucky asked watching Steve clean the dishes,

“She just went back to sleep, she’s not feeling well.” Steve says smirking

they all smirk at each other hoping for the best, Hoping at least one of them was able to put a pup in her during her heat,

Bucky made his way back to the bedroom but Steve stopped him,

“You two might want to shower before going back there and smelling like other Omega’s” He says

They both nod each making their way to the bathroom to wash off the smell of the Omega’s

Bucky returned with his hair wet just in a pair of boxers,

“I wanted to ask you did you see the scars?” He asked Steve nodded remembering seeing the scars that were on your back, some looked like claw marks others looked like whip marks,

“Should we ask her about it?” Tony asked popping back into the living room with the two Alpha’s

“maybe after she more calm.” Steve says both Alpha’s nodded heading back to the bedroom where their Omega rested.

#dark avengers #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #omega reader #mcu smut #alpha omega #dark marvel #dark alpha tony stark #dark fic #avengers fic #bucky barnes fic #Tony stark fic #steve rogers fic

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stuckysbike · 1 year

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Howl 6

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own.

Final Chapter! Thanks for those who stuck with me. Werewolf AU Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now). Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers. This chapter contains smut, P in V, cumplay, blood and a special guest star who I have a soft spot for... (If I’ve missed anything please let me know!)

Bucky was lying in bed, the lamp casting a low glow over the room. He was propped up against a pile of pillows, a book in his lap.

He looked good, with no shirt on and a knee bent out from beneath the blankets.

“We need to talk,” you said folding your arms over your chest and leaning on the wall. You tried to appear casual but inside you were anything but.

“Now isn’t a good time,” Bucky sighed.

“Yeah, when is? Because we’ve been avoiding this for months and-“

“It’s three in the morning,” Bucky huffed tiredly.

You nodded and pursed your lips. “Well you keep avoiding me but we need to talk,” you repeated stubbornly.

“Look doll, go to bed and we’ll get time to talk during the week yeah?” Bucky flicked his eyes down to his book clearly dismissing you.

You stared for a few heartbeats, but you were sick of this hot and cold, one minute Bucky was there for you, supportive and strong and the next he was icing you out. And the jealousy, possessive one moment and passive the next, you were starting to fray, and a symptom of that was your body.

“I’m coming into heat. Early; brought on, I suspect, by living here, by not knowing where I stand,” you said as the unusual feeling tingled in your tummy. You’d only had one heat before, when Jamie was conceived. An unmated Omega didn’t tend to catch them.

Bucky’s eyes were locked on you now, and you watched his tongue make a path along his bottom lip. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed, nest and let him take care of you, but that fantasy was slipping through your fingers like sand.

When he didn’t speak you sighed. “I’ll need to uh- make alternative arrangements to staying here.”

Bucky snorted, his shoulders tensed, but still he didn’t speak.

“I’ve got a few days before it really starts, I’ll get a room or something, I don’t want to irritate you,” you said.

Tight pains shot across your chest, as still he didn’t speak, and you were starting to realise that this wasn’t what you thought. He was keeping you around because of Jamie, not because he wanted you there.

“I was just letting you know Buck,” you said stepping back into the hallway and closing the door with a soft click. You paused at Jamie’s door, peeking in through the tiny gap. Jamie was snoring softly, blankets pulled around him.

Your bed was cool when you slid in and you rested your cheek on the pillow. You had been hoping that once you and Jamie settled in that Bucky might be willing to try again, and you’d have a chance to finally finish high school, maybe pick up some classes online while you worked part time but that wasn’t going to work anymore. You’d need to pick up more shifts if you were to be able to afford a place of your own with enough room for your little boy.

Disappointment left you feeling sour as you closed your eyes to sleep knowing that it likely wouldn’t come and you had yet another long night of thinking ahead of you.

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You closed your eyes, rocking your hips, loving the power you felt as you wiggled your body.

Out of your perpetual vision you saw a hand coming up, third time in five minutes. You slapped it away and twisted, waggling your finger in his face and tisking as you rested your weight on his thick thighs.

“Now now Lee, we both know you’re not allowed to touch me,” you said as you rested your forearms on his shoulders.

He smirked at you and you smirked back. Lee Bodecker was the sheriff, and he just happened to be Bucky’s cousin. Although a little chunkier and shorter he was a lot like Bucky and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy dancing for him.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, a slow day with very little happening. You were desperate for a few extra shifts to try and build up some cash so you could find a safe place to manage out your heat so you were picking up anything going.

“You’re a pretty girl,” his voice was husky. “Hard to keep my hands to myself sugar.”

He leered a little and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah well times up handsome,” you grinned as you rose and stepped back.

“Awww sugar no, a little extra, for old times’ sake,” he pouted but you shook your head and giggled. you had barely known Lee before you came back, he was your boyfriends older cousin that you saw occasionally at school or family events.

“Be a good boy and I’ll see you in a few weeks,” you promised. He pouted as you stepped back then his eyes widened slightly.

You bumped into a solid wall of warm muscle and turned to see Bucky glowering at his older cousin, his arm sliding possessively around your waist.

“We need to talk,” he growled in your ear. You tried to suppress the shiver but it didn’t work.

“Oh now you want to talk?” You scoffed, letting your sass seep out. Dancing made you feel powerful and bantering with Lee had you in a good mood.

He growled your name and you resisted the urge to press your thighs together least he might notice. Your body still wanted him, it hadn’t got the memo he wasn’t interested.

“See ya Toots,” Lee called arrogantly after you. Bucky sent him a glare as he tugged you, once again, to the car park.

“Jeez Buck you know how to make a girl feel special,” you teased. His grip tightened and he shook your arm then pulled you around to face him.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” He snapped.

You lifted an eyebrow. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Fuck you!” Bucky walked you backwards cupping your skull at the last moment to protect your head from the side of his truck.

“You won’t,” you licked your lips, heat pooling in the pit of your tummy.

The sound of a car alarm drew both of your attention; you followed Bucky’s gaze as it turned to the newcomer. Lee was busy placing his hat on the roof of his car. Bucky growled at him.

“Word of advice Cousin,” he said as he sucked on his teeth, “don’t fuck this up.”

“What?” Bucky snapped at him, a frown on his face. The hand on your shoulder loosened.

“Well if she were my girl,” Lee paused and the smirk he had on his face was private and you could only imagine what he was thinking as he licked his lips, “I would let her dance. Look at her, she’s beautiful, every man in there wants her. If she were mine, well, everyone would know she was my girl. I’d watch her dance, I’d watch them leer over her, then, at the end of the night she’d be going home with me, and them bastards would be going home with their hand.”

“Lee, fuck off,” Bucky growled.

Lee sniffed and nodded, placing his hand back on his head. He tipped it towards you. “If he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass give me a call darlin’ and I’ll take real good care of you.”

Bucky growled again then turned furious eyes on you. You looked up at him, your heart racing.

“You’re mine, and I’m sick of this ‘sticking your ass in other people’s faces’ business. You’re mine!”

Bucky’s eyes were wild, feral even. He was going to hit his rut before your heat.

“Oh, so I’m yours?” You asked.

Bucky nodded crowding closer. “You’re mine.”

“Prove it.”

His bite was harsh over your mating gland. It wasn’t a full bite, but a mark of intention. You felt blood trickle over your collarbones as he ground himself against your body.

“That proof enough for you doll?” Bucky’s voice was low and gritty and you shivered despite yourself. He carefully licked the blood away and nosed at your neck.

Your omega was preening but you hushed her, you weren’t that easy.

"You think one little nip and I'm yours?" You pursed your lips. "You've been an ass to me Bucky."

Bucky scrunched his nose up, he leaned closer and took a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours.

"Baby I-"

"No," you glared at him, your hands on his shoulders pushing him away. "No pet names. Now, I'm going back to work. If you really want to make this work, we can talk over dinner."

With that you turned away and walked to the back door of the club. You paused, looking back over your shoulder. Bucky was watching you, his eyes dark and stormy, but you could have sworn his lips twitched into a smirk for a second. With a small wave, you clicked the door shut and stepped into the club.

Technically your shift was over when Lee left but you didn’t mind staying on for a bit. As you took a podium next to the stage you saw Bucky enter through the door he’d pulled you from a few minutes ago. He took a seat, rested his ankle on his knee, clasped his fingers over his tummy, and kept his eyes on you for next hour.

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Bucky, I changed my mind, I don’t want to talk, I’d rather we talk later and do something more fun now. I’m heading to the cabin; I hope the woods are safe for a soft omega such as myself…xx

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Your heart hammered in your chest, your legs burned and you could smell the blood left behind from the branches that snatched at you.

There was a growl behind you, closer than ever.

You pushed on, catching a glimpse of the light in the cabin. The warm glow begged you to hurry, welcomed you and you decided you would take your chances with the wide meadow.

You ran, ignoring every protest your body made. Heat trickled down your back, but a sudden burst of adrenaline pushed you on.

He growled behind you, gleaming white fangs snapping in the night. You pushed on, leaping over a small stream and practically throwing yourself over the fence. By some miracle you landed on your feet and you dashed the last few meters to the porch, the door.

You fell inside with a bang, the door slamming against the wall, but he was right behind you, looming over your body as you twisted onto your back.

You tried to push away, and he followed you, his massive body caging you in. He changed as he moved, his body shifting and morphing before your eyes.

It was an intimate thing an alpha shifting. They rarely let others watch. You were one of the few.

He growled your name out, and you shivered. “I’m about sick of this dance we’re doing darlin’,” he whispered. “It’s time I took what’s mine.”

You swallowed and nodded. “I agree.”

“I’m going to bite you. Mate you. Claim you. Might even breed you. You want that? Huh?”

You hesitated, and he smirked, his eyes burning into you. He caught a handful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly. “I asked you a question.”

His breath was hot on your throat, and your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. You parted your lips and ran your tongue around them. Bucky mirrored your movement, and you clenched your thighs together.

His eyes softened and searched your face.

“Enough games baby, do you want this, do you want me?”

You understood that this wasn’t part of the game, this wasn’t playtime. This was Bucky asking for your consent, your commitment.

“I’ll take care of you, I promise, you just need to let me,” his tender words made your heart clench.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted love,” you told him.

He brushed his chapped lips against your well bitten ones, slipped his tongue into your mouth. He rolled his hips down into you as he deepened the kiss, owning you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your fingers into his hair.

You felt his hard length against your lace covered centre, but you didn’t want that, not yet. Instead you rolled to your front and looked over your shoulder, pressing your ass into Bucky’s crotch.

“Undress me,” you begged. Bucky smirked and within a minute you were naked. His hands gripped your arms trying to turn you over, but you played shy knowing it was what he wanted. “No.”

Bucky chuffed and buried his face in your neck. “You’re killing me here doll,” he complained.

“Promise you won’t look,” you teased again. Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, dollface, I won’t look,” he raised back and sat on his haunches. His thick thighs bunched and his hard cock curved towards his tight abs. His eyes never left you as you rolled over, and he easily tugged your arms away from your body. “Tits got bigger.”

You slapped him and he laughed, but then his face turned serious. “Bucky?”

“I don’t want our second first time to be on the floor.”

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“Present,” Bucky growled low in his throat.

You spread you knees, pushed your ass into the air and pressed your chest into the bedsheets below.

You were already aching, wrung out from Bucky’s mouth on you and now he would take you as his own, snapping an unwavering bond in place forever.

You would be omega no more; you would be his alpha female now. His equal.

Bucky ran his fingers through your slick pussy, then used your juices to stroke his cock. He leaned forward and with his other hand grasped the two of yours in one of his.

You whined, rutting back and he snarled in response, snapping his jaw at you.

His cock was long and thick, and despite thorough preparation he felt almost too big. “Easy girl,” he hummed soothingly. “Good girl.”

Normally you hated condescending words but you whined again trying to move back but he held you fast.

“Bucky please,” you slurred. The last time you had been together he was a boy, strong but slim, a beta wolf. Years of hard work and had made him imposing, big but you still felt the same, small in comparison to his bulk.

He sunk in slow, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

“Baby,” he practically purred as he buried his face in your neck. He licked over your mating gland, and you clenched around him again.

“Come on, please love fuck me,” you pushed against him. You could feel the veins on his cock against your walls as you clenched around him.

Bucky pulled back slow then snapped his hips forward. The bed rattled as Bucky fucked your open, nipping the skin on your neck.

He fucked you hard, hips slapping into yours as you both panted and gasped for air. His cock brushed over your sweet spot repeatedly bringing on yet another orgasm.

You cried out, throwing your head back, and then Bucky flipped you onto your back. He loomed over you dark and strong, his eyes lust blown.

“You ready?” He asked, his face open and sincere. You could feel him throbbing inside you and you nodded pulling his head down to yours smashing your lips together.

“Fuck me please,” you said. Bucky picked up his pace, his mouth capturing a nipple as he fucked you hard. You hooked your ankles behind his back and bared your throat to him.

Bucky did the same to you, baring his mating gland and pulling your face to his neck.

He bit you first, and the mixture of pleasure and pain triggered another orgasm.

Bucky’s seed flooded you, and you cried out as he pumped his hips repeatedly into you.

You couldn’t stop licking and lapping at your mark on him, tasting his blood in your mouth. Bucky was doing the same, nuzzling into you.

He drew his lips to yours and the kiss you shared was tender, Bucky’s hand cupping your chin to hold you in place. “I’m yours now doll, never gonna’ get rid of me.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m yours, and I never want to be apart from you again Bucky. I love you so much.”

As you law nuzzling each other you felt the bond slip into place. You lay there as long as you could stroking his back and hair and you gazed up at the ceiling.

Eventually he pulled out, and you both watched as his fingers gathered your mixed juices and pushed them back in.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered as his other hand trailed over your abdomen, his fingers tracing the little silver stretch marks left behind by Jamie.

“Not so bad yourself,” you teased nudging his cheek with your foot. Bucky chuckled, nipped the arch of your foot then covered your body with his to ready you both for another round.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #werewolf!Bucky Barnes #werewolf reader #werewolf au #filth #smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes imagine

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mediocre-shark-tales · 3 months

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Fated by the Stars (3)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Traumatic Past

Summary - You really enjoy picking out everything for your room, especially when you find some stuff perfect for any future nesting. However you have a terrible run in with someone from your past, but the boys made a promise they were gonna stick to.

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Walking around the store I was lost into all the color variety and options for flooring. I wanted my room to represent the same sunset/sunrise style. I wanted to feel the same comfort and relaxation the sunrise and sunset bring to me. I looked between all the colors, some of the pack had gone off to look around themselves and give me space to make my own decisions. However I could smell Eucalyptus and Dampened Cypress wood grow in intensity. Looking to my left I saw Felix coming over to me. "How's it going doll?" I shook my head. "I'm trying to figure out how to bring my idea to life with the flooring and walls. Other items are easier to think of but this is the most difficult." Felix smiled and grabbed me around the shoulders. "Well tell me about your theme, maybe I can offer some help?" I nodded. "Well there was also one thing that made my days a little better. My mother and I used to watch the sunset and sunrise together, It was one of the few good things we could do with how we lived. So I want my room to represent a sunset or sunrise, or both I guess." Felix gave me a small peck on my cheek. "Thank you for telling more about your life doll, I will make sure you find even more things to enjoy in life." I smiled at him while he continued. "I think you could do a sunset theme gradient on your walls. Like the blue to purple to pink to orange gradient that you can see in the sky." I nodded "But what about the flooring?" He looked at the options for a moment before speaking again. "Maybe a darker color of wood so your walls stand out more, or even a darker shag rug or carpet? that way you still have some comfort."

I gasped. "That's the perfect idea! Let's do that with the walls, and then make the flooring this wood." I pointed to the wood flooring that reminded me of a rich darker chocolate. "Under my bed we can put a dark grey shag rug that gives me about 2 maybe 3 feet of rug before the hard wood?" Felix nodded and called over an employee. He relayed to the worker how much of each thing I would need and what colors of paint I wanted. The other boys had now traversed back over to me and I saw them all smile at me. They all seemed proud of me and the decision I made.

Next we walked out of the store and I began to look around for a bit before I saw a sign saying 'Omega's Heaven' this interested me. Quickly I ran over to see the inside and what they sold. The room was larger than it looked, I bet it took up most of the mall. I could see so many different objects and items, all of which brought a smile to my face. I could feel the omega inside preening at the sight of such glorious things. I quickly went over to the first aisle, seeing pretty things in all colors available. Behind me the boys followed close with two carts. They told me that they knew I needed a lot of things. putting emphasis on the fact that I would be living with them for the rest of my life. Soon I found the decor aisle, I grabbed a few packs of hangable clouds, perfect for my sunset theme. Then I saw the most perfect item I could ever need. it was this little lamp that glowed at just the right hues and brightness level to create a sunset glow in your room. Knowing my room I made sure to grab about 4 before moving on to the blankets aisle. My brain instantly thought about nesting and I hesitated. I know the boys wanted me to get whatever I wanted but would they really be okay with me nesting however I wished. Even if they did want that, did I even know how.

I felt a gentle hand grab my waist as Chan came around to look me in the eyes. Now holding both of my sides, he gave a soft comforting smile. "What wrong little one?" I sighed and spoke softly, but just enough that if you paid attention you could hear me. "I really want a nest but I don't know how to nest really. We were never given a choice when it came to nesting items, some were even shared among the omega's. I don't know what to do with some many options." Chan nodded and kissed my forehead. "You are with us now, we can help you make choices. Some of us grew up with omega's in the family, so we know what kind of things an omega may want. All you have to do then is say yes or no, trust yourself. You are an omega and you know what makes you happy and comfortable." I agreed to his idea and he grabbed my hand leading me down the aisle. "So most omega's like to have their mate's scent in their nest. I know my cousin had 4 mates, so she had a blanket for each one of her mates to cover in their scents. Then they were ready for whenever she went into heat or just needed to nest to relax." I glance at all the different soft fabrics and colors. "I like that idea, I think I know what to do a bit better now. Thanks Channie." He nodded and allowed me to let go of his hand as I walked over to the wall full of the softest furs and plush blankets. I grabbed the an orange blanket with a citrus design all over it. Just by picking the first blanket, I felt my omega grow stronger in my mind. My omega was nearly in control, but I still held enough resolve to complete the task at hand. I grabbed a mixture of blankets and Furs all in the colors that matched my room theme. However each one had a difference of some sort, and each one was specifically chosen with a specific mate in mind.

Soon we had picked out any and all clothes I could need, including body washes and shampoos made specially for the differences in Omega Biology. Seeing the price I had almost passed away, I quickly tried to tell my pack that I didn't need so much. However I was quickly scooped up by Jeongin, who carried me out of the store. "We told you not to worry about the price princess, Nothing is too much for our little omega. Besides if it helps, wee all make more than enough money to sustain any lifestyle you may wish for. We have been waiting for this day, when we met our last mate and finally get to spoil them. We are just so happy our last mate was an omega as cute as yourself. You know princess, your sub gender is a bit rare amongst wolves. That why you are so treasured. Unlike your old pack, most packs take care of their omegas and treat them like royalty. So don't deny us the chance to treat you as such." I nodded. "This is just so different from what I am used to, I have never been treated so nicely by anyone who wasn't an omega." I saw Jeongin's face sour for a moment before he held me closer, pushing my face into his neck near his scent gland. I calmed when his citrus and oak moss scent filled my nose.

"I'm so sorry your last pack was so incompetent and educationless to have treated you in such a way that you don't understand what it means to truly be loved. But we will make sure to teach you everything you need and shower you with tons of love." I smiled and just continued to bask in his scent and warmth.

However that happiness was cut short as I heard a voice I could never forget. Her laugh echoed in my ears like a vipers hiss. I instantly began to try and escape from Jeongin's arms. He in return began to voice his concerns and worries for me, not understanding why I was trying to get out of his arms. That's until her voice broke into our personal space. "Is that little Y/n? did I just find our little escaped pathetic Omega? My brother will be so happy to learn I found his prey..." I could hear the smirk in her voice, small laughs escaping her everyone and then. I felt my body stiffen as tears began to well up in my eyes. I stared Jeongin straight in the eyes, as my fear grew so did his anger.

"Turning and looking at me you pathetic useless girl." Instinctively I turned to see the female alpha and her bright red locks staring back at me. I felt myself begin to shake in fear as those dark eyes brought back painful memories from the past. She and her brother shared a similar pair of dark eyes. As the Pack Alpha's sister she was given more privileges than most other alpha's.

Suddenly I heard the deepest most reverberated growl of my existence. "Who are you to talk to our omega like that, you filthy excuse for an alpha?" Soon infront of me stood Chan, who had begun a stare down with Sang-Hee. She gave him a disgusted look in return and with a scoff she replied "That omega is the property of my brother and his pack. She was born to bare his children and serve him for life, so I suggest you hand her over. You don't want to mess with the blood moon pack." Chan gave a short chuckle. "I don't think you realize who we are, your bloodmoon pack is nothing but a grain of sand next to us. I believe your brother has actually been trying to set a deal with us recently..." I saw her face slowly begin to hint at realization and nearly fear. "That's right you incompetent woman, I am chan Pack Alpha of the Levanter Pack. Now if you could please get the fuck away from us, then maybe I won't show you just how quickly we can destroy your pack from the inside out..." I saw her look at me one more time. Earning 8 growls in return before she finally left.

"Are you okay sweet girl?" I turned around to look at hyunjin who had asked. Once he saw the tears cascading down my face, he instantly ran over and picked me up. Holding onto me tightly, I finally gained enough control over myself to whisper out. "Can we please go back home now?" I felt him nodded quickly before responding with, "Yes we will, we are going home now sweetness, whatever you need we will do for you." I heard quickly rustling and talking before we were quickly walking back out the door. I heard the sounds of the crazy obsessed wolves outside the door, and bright flashing lights. However Hyunjin pushed my face into his neck to hide me more as they all continued to speed walk to the van. Once we got there, Hyunjin handed me over to Minho in the front passenger seat. Everyone all climbing back into their original seats and buckling up. Soon we were driving back home, I could feel Minho rubbing my back as I continued to silently cry into his neck.

It didn't take long before I passed out under the heavy amounts of stress I had taken on the in the last few hours, especially with what had gone down in the last few minutes. I knew that Sang-Jun would soon find out where I was. Knowing him, he was not going to stop at getting me back under his grasp. I could only fear what kind of things the future held for me, I just hope this pack was as strong as they claimed. I just want to survive and be happy, please don't less this all be for not.

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#bang chan #seo changbin #childhood trauma #lee minho #yang jeongin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #kim seungmin #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #traumatic past #lee felix

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amara-among-the-stars · 1 month

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I have headcanons ideas! What do the ghouls dress up as for halloween? Who has couples costumes? Who gets roped into a costume they hate because it's a group costume? Who acts like they hate it but they secretly love it? How do they celebrate? A party? Trick-or-treating around the siblings dorms? Does Papa celebrate? I don't know man, I'd just love to hear any thoughts you have about ghoulish halloween. ♥

Ohhhh hmmm... i think depending on each lil ghoul pack.. copia's ghouls try and do a group theme. Usually it ends up being the ghoulettes in a theme.

When they do end up doing a group fit its usually Mountain that complains since hes too tall and it requires shoes.

Terzo's ghouls; Omega says he hates dressing up but he secretly likes it. (Dont tell Alpha or Mist) Mist and Ifrit usually throw a party for them and the other older ghouls. They try and get the current ghouls to party but the current ghouls.. they trick or treat around the ministry especially since Phaeon and Aurora are new! (Dew and Swiss usually cause trouble. They like the trick part of trick or treat)

The Papa's love Halloween. Primo usually makes a killer punch (so many hangovers)

Secondo usually has a bet going on with Copia on how many people Terzo fuck (its a lot)

And Copia loves to dress up and hand out candy to the kids at the abby! Usually at the end of the night he might go with a sibling of Sin or sometimes Cumulus and Cir drag him back to their nest.

Sister Imperator usually hosts a big party for the Ministry. She surprisingly loves Halloween. It gives her the chance to get dolled up again. She even recreated the green dress she used to have back in the day.

Nihil, hes a ghost but he does pop in for halloween since the veil is much thinner and it takes less energy to stay around. Now that hes dead, while still an ass, he did get chewed out by Lucifer for being a shit dad to his sons. While his sons could really care less, he does try and visit them. (Terzo slammed the door in his face and Nihil yelled "you do know i can just... phase through the door right? Also, put pants on.")

#comet ❤️#the band ghost headcanons #amara rambles #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #papa nihil #nameless ghouls

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shigarakisslutbag · 2 years

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So this is just a thought. And its been a slight fantasy of mine. TW: age regression talk and sexual themes (purely consensual)

So ive thoight about it both ways. Both a dom/caregiver reader and a sub age regressed reader. But ive been in a really subby mood lately soooo heres my thoughts!

(I got a lil horny writing this so you better enjoy or else🔫🔫)

I barely proof read this so im sorry for any typos lol. Spicyness under the cut babes

You dont go into little mode a lot

Only when adulting and such is getting to you

And doesnt it do that to us all?

I mean fuck sometimes you cant even destress in the shower without breaking down sobbing

Shigaraki helps you though. Hes there to care for all your needs . Emotional, physical, really anything you could ever ask for

He would never really admit it but he quite literally worships the ground you walk on

Shigaraki probably hears you one night crying from stress and lack of sleep

You actually dont sleep much anyways do to trauma related issues which is why you age regress

Tomura doesnt even say anything and walks in and simply tells you youre taking a bath together.

Its not a question or a request. Its a demand

He runs a hot bath and gets your pj's ready for you

He'll take care of you in every way he can

Theres no doubt

He starts by making you raise your hands up above your reddened face stained an raw with previous tears

Then strips you from the waist down

Lightly takes the hair ties out of your messy nest of hair

And leads you the bath while dimming the lights

He wouldnt wanna irritate your eyes any further and you probably have a headache from all the stress and sobbing anyway

He takes a cup and gently pours water on your hair, even cupping some of the water in his hands and massaging the scalp with it so you dont get any water in your eyes

Then takes your strawberry shampoo and gently, but firmly starts to rub it into your scalp from the temple of your head even, just to let you know its okay to go limp

And let him do everything for you

He scratches your head with his fingers, making sure to rid you of any dirt and grime in your hair so that his precious angel can feel refreshed and new

Then, tilting your head back he uses his hand as a sheild for your face and uses the other to piur the water on your hair multiple times to rinse off the excess shampoo

He then goes throigh the same process again with the conditioner and takes a hair brush brushing out all the knots noe that your hair is more felexible from being thoroughly conditioned

Next is your body

Your doll-like body. So fragile . And just like anyone with a prized doll-like possession like you, it must be taken care of and cleansed

He takes some loap and lathers it in his hands, gently starting with your shoulders and massaging them

Then your arms

Then your chest

Then lower, to your cute little breasts

Your nipes are already hard from the top half of your body being exposed to the cold air nipping at your sensitive skin

Shigaraki takes both hands and rubs the soap into your boobs, going in circulwr motions and groping them making sure to rub your nipples while hes at it

No one could blame you for flushing and your rapid heart beat

Your nipples have always been sensitive, so you cant help but whimper as he toys with your chest

"Youre such a squeaky little thing, do you think if i play with your pussy you could elicite more of those sounds for me, princess?"

You dont even get the chance to answer before he starts draining the water. You give him a well earned confused look

He hasnt even finished washing you yet, so why?-

You didnt even realize the water was already drained until your body because overstimulated by the air

He turns the faucet back on and puts his hand behind your head and ushering you to move closer to the faucet as you lay down on the floor of the tub

"Spread your legs for me sweetheart, i wanna watch you squirm just a little before i give you some real fun "

"Okay daddy"

Laying one leg over one side of the bathtub and the other to rest on the other side he turns the faucet on a slightly low setting. Its so fucking cold but the pressure on your little clit makes you writhe and squirm like a little baby

The teasing at the little nub on your cunt makes your heart beat go back up if it wasnt already before

If your eyes werent alrwqdy closed feom not being able to take the pleasure shigaraki tells you to open them, so that you can look at his calloused hands as he plays with your nipples again

This time pulling and flicking them

Then pushing your breasts together, still shiny and soapy from the water before it was drained

He then cuts the water off and puts his fingers up to your mouth, nonverbally asking you to open it

"Lick them well, this is the only lube youre getting while daddy finger fucks your cute little cunt into oblivion"

You immediately wrap your mouth around his thick fingers swirling your tongue and sucking like iits your pacifier (and sometimes they are)

Removing his fingers from your hungry mouth he starts to rub around your hole lightly just to tease you

Sliding his middle finger in

Then 2

And curls them hitting that special spot inside a d massaging it over and iver and over until you start squirming even more and creaming around his fingers

You can hear the sloshing and wrtness of your cunt from being abused by his fingers

Then he starts to go faster

And faster

Until you start giletting dizzy and crying from the absolute ecstacy hes giving you

He then starts rubbing your clit with his other hand in little circles sending you over the edge and squirting everywhere, pussy throbbing from all the attention its gotten tonight

"Oh look at that! Such a good girl! You make me so proud. Now lets go to bed and see how much more of that you can handle "

You poor thing

You didnt even get to wash your body

I guess that'll have to wait for later

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #dom shigqraki #daddy shigaraki #little reader #mha headcanons #smut headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #age regression #mha x reader

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addictedtostorytelling · 4 months

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“Why is all of this so terrifying?”

… “Because it’s important.”

- you “An Opposite of Echoes” Chapter 21

That and how you’ve been a few mentions across your stories about how Grissom’s first impulse it to defend Sara to everyone, including herself.

My little GSR heart can’t take it…they’re just so perfect for each other 🥺

hi, @chelsshearman!

great to hear from you again!

i'm so glad to know you found those lines meaningful. they're ones i could hear in my mind's ear very clearly as i was writing them. (same goes for that whole conversation after grissom finds sara sitting on the retaining wall, actually.)

as for that repeated theme, it is one i love to explore in my work. though we don't get to see a ton of examples of grissom defending sara in canon, the few we do see—in particular in episode 05x13 "nesting dolls," where grissom both defends sara to herself (when she asks him about the murder gene) and to others (when he stands up to ecklie and refuses to fire her)—really tug at my heartstrings. though he has no delusions that she is literally perfect, he does have every belief that she is good and worthwhile and that she deserves to be treated with care by everyone (including herself, as she is oftentimes her own worst critic). the way he advocates for her when she needs him to really is beautiful.

i was happy to get a chance to show it in this story, especially at a time when she is feeling very vulnerable and doubting her own capabilities.

thank you, as always, for taking the time to share your thoughts! i'm so happy you're enjoying the story.

cheers! and happy (early) new year!

#answered #chelsshearman #aoe #csiverse

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yournextflame · 2 years

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One of my favorite themes in the Elden Ring is a poetic demise of each important character and how almost every single one of them became the victim of their ambitions, greed, desire for power and immortality. And even when they aimed for something better and were driven by selflessness and kindness, it was the path to hell paved by good intentions. The demigods longed for unobtainable, they loved people, who never loved them back, and their dreams became their nightmares. It’s beautiful. I love it.

Godrick. The Grafted Clown of the Golden Lineage. Forefathers, one and all... bear witness! Forefathers probably wouldn’t even spit on his grave.

Morgott. Everything about him. He tried to fight us trice and in the end he died protecting the very system that opressed and despised his kind.

Rennala’s unhealthy obsession over cuckoo’s amber egg in her nest and neglect of her children. It speaks a lot that both Rykard and Radahn ultimately rejected Carian blue and went with Radagon’s red in their early years. And even later they never looked back.

Radahn, who can’t get over the fact that he is too big for his steed. On a more serious note, he was the strongest demigod of the strongest faction, who was able to hold the very stars, but his ego was too big to accept any kind of collaboration. He wanted to become the famous champion, but in the end he was reduced to a corpse-eating monster, feasting on the bodies of dead soldiers.

Mohgwyn dynasty. That’s some hilarious cuck shit, naming the future dynasty in the honor of a guy Miquella actually cared about.

Rykard, consumed by the greed and later by his wife. From Software classics. Godfrey, he died as he lived, Marika’s mindless tool and a proud contender for Mohg in the nomination of the biggest fan of NTR tag in the Lands Between.

Miquella and the Erdtree: Hopium Edition. He rejected the Golden Order and still clinged to the same aesthetics, the gold, the amber as if deep inside he still felt some odd attachment to it. He pursued the unattainable dream of the better world and dreaming became his whole existance, while in the reality everything he worked on failed miserably.

Malenia’s blind belief in Miquella and his dream, which became her menace, broke her will and turned her into the very thing she tried to supress her whole life.

Marika, who built the Golden Order on entirely false premise that she is one and only eternal god, who shattered the Elden Ring when her own illusions got shattered, who went through the unspeakable means to keep that shiny gold thing inside her, even if in the end she will be nothing, but a half-ruined statue in the dying land without future.

In Buddhism, desire and ignorance lie at the root of suffering. By desire, Buddhists refer to craving pleasure, material goods, and immortality, all of which are wants that can never be satisfied. As a result, desiring them can only bring suffering.

Ranni is the only divine entity, who doesn’t end up miserable. She is a ghost that occupied a body of a doll, who dreamed about about the adventure into the starry void without attachment or desire for anything. She erased her fate, casted away her flesh, abandoned any ambitions and the thirst for material things. Her journey is a jouney into the nothingless, into oblivion.

#elden ring #ranni #miquella #mohg #morgott #marika #rykard #radahn #malenia #godrick #rennala #gofrey #I didn't add Radagon because everything about him has a double meaning in the elden ring cosmology jkgkh hh ihohi #he is the hardest one to get #I know that Ranni loves Rennala but in the end her teacher was another woman #elden ring ramblings #I don't like popular fandom take on the characters because it's too westernized for my taste

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thewitchunderyourbed · 1 year

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When the sun goes down

Chapter 2

Pairing: JoyToy!Johnny x V

Warning: language, sexual themes, brief mention of violence and abuse.

Jhonny watched the mercenary speed into the traffic inder the pouring and slightly toxic rain of Night City.

Steam from the underground district heating billowed out of the manholes, making even a neighborhood like Jig-Jig Street gloomy, always teeming with bright lights and people of all kinds.

He didn't give a fuck about the rain but he couldn't stand the cold, his leather pants made good work covering his legs but his torn net shirt left his torso almost naked, he wasn't going to complain anyway, too haughty to even admit he was shivering.

The screeching sound of a black van hitting the brakes caught his attention.

"Looks like someone miss me" he thought sarcastically tossing away the cigarette butt and disappearing into a dark alley.

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V opened the door of her apartment and as soon as she stepped inside, she headed for the kitchen, pulling out a cold beer from the fridge.

She sat on her big sofa, switching the TV on and rubbing her temples as a headache began to make her day worse.

"Shit" she muttered.

Wakako was kind of right, she needed to relax in one way or another.

She opened the bottle and tossed the glossy metal cap on the table.

It catches the lights coming from the screen, reminding her of the cybernetic arm of that JoyToy, shining in the pink and blue neon lights.

Her phone rang making her jump on her seat, huffing, she answered the call, she would have declined if it hadn't been from Evelyn.

"Hello V, I hope I won't disturb you" the soft voice of the woman had always had a soothing effect on the mercenary's psyche. In another life, maybe she would have fallen in love with her.

"You know you can't, even if you wanted to. Tell me everything, Ev" She took a swing from the beer bottle.

"Our caretaker, Woodman, is looking for someone for a gig, one of the Dolls knocked him out the other night, tried to open his safe, and ran away. "

"...and? You called because...?"

"Woodman wanted you for the job but I dissuaded him. He doesn't want the Tiger Claws to know about this, he's pissing his pants, the fat pig" it was clear Evelyn hated the man.

"The doll that escaped, is he your friend?" V asked.

"Yes, he's a great asshole but he's not a bad person, V please, you need to find him before they do... They'll kill him" her friend sobbed.

"Hey hey, sure. I'll find him. What's his name?"

"Robert, but he performs as Johnny"

V stood up from the couch like she was electrocuted "SHIT" she shouted, taking the elevator to her garage.

The sun was already set to rise when she arrived on Jig-Jig Street but of the man, there was no trace.

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Johnny rubbed the sleep away from his tired eyes and stretched like a cat.

An old and dirty mattress in an abandoned hotel has been his nest for the night.

He was starving, he didn't eat in almost two days and everything he got was an opened Spunky Monkey and two cigarettes.

His nerves were at their limits, he was a fugitive and he was sure that in one way or another someone would have captured him and dragged him back to Clouds or worse.

The reflection looking back at him from a broken mirror made him realize how miserable he looked, with the bags under his eyes, his ruffled hair, and his unkempt stubble.

Johnny managed to steal some casual clothes, a black tank top too tight for him and a grey zipped hoodie that was too big, and he tied a piece of torn fabric around his neck to cover the doll chip.

He needed money fast and he sure knew how to make them, so he entered the nearest seedy bar he could find.

The Maelstrom girl that kept looking at Johnny from the dark corner of the bar was creeping him out, not enough to be scared but he couldn't tell if she wanted to kill him or fuck him, maybe both and he preferred not to think in which order.

Eventually, she stalked closer and closer until the stool near him was vacant and she sat at his side.

"Hey, can I offer you anything?" she asked him, purring.

Johnny didn't know where to look, part of her face was replaced by cheap chrome and blood-red optics.

"Depends if you can afford me," he smiled seductively.

The hand that slowly rose from his knee and up to his thigh, until it played with his belt, gave him the answer he wanted.

It was quick and dirty, but not bad, he'd never liked to do it slowly and he was pretty sure the girl had left some bruises on him, as he had left them on her, the scrapes caused by the short nails of his right hand would stay on her hips for a while, but the black and blue bruises caused by his cybernetic fingers would have lasted longer.

He found himself with money for food and a taxi but not much more.

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"Have you seen this man?" V asked every Joytoy, pedestrian, and shop owner in the street but it looked like Jhonny vanished into thin air.

She inhaled deeply and entered a ripperdoc shop, he hated that viscid piece of shit will every fiber of her being, but Fingers could have known where Jhonny was directed.

She took the stairs up to the clinic if a room full of glitters, cybernetic body parts, and blood could be called like that.

A group of dolls and JoyToys were in the waiting room, some of them looking nervous or pissed and others in pain with tears in their eyes.

V tried to ask them too, sending a photo of Johnny that Evelyn gave her to their optics.

"I know him, he works at Clouds. Jesus, that man is a true and genuine whore, fucks like nobody" a green-haired doll told her.

"Any idea of where he could be now?" the merc asked hopefully.

"He said he wanted to be free, he was tired of... well, everything. But I swear I don't know where he went-"

The door of Fingers' clinic opened abruptly, and the skinny rat-looking man stood frozen on the doorstep, the fear in his eyes made V laugh, while he scrambled and tried to run to the stairs.

V cached him back inside and closed the door, locking it and turning around with a deadly and hunting gleam in her eyes.

"I-I swear I'm not installing flawed implants anymore, the chrome I sell is-" but he was interrupted by a slap on his face that almost made him lose his balance.

"You better! If I found you altering even half a screw on a chrome I swear to God I'll kill you... But that's not why I'm here. Did you see this man?" V hissed.

Fingers started to nod frantically "Yeah he came here a couple of times or more... Once for a problem with his synthetic liver and another... Ah yes he asked me to remove his doll chip but he couldn't pay so I sent him away"

"Any idea of where he went?" V asked grabbing him by his filthy net shirt and holding her hand in a fist, ready to punch.

"Jig-Jig Street, but I saw a ticket for a bus ride to Little China in Watson in his back pocket, he had such a nice ass-" the man recalled, still shaking, before V's first collided with his face.

This time he fell into the ground, coughing blood and spitting a tooth, while V stormed out.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #cyberpunk v #cp2077 #cyberpunk fanfic #johnny silverhand fanfic #jhonny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand x v #Bob #cp2077 fanfic #fanfiction

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precisionbattlesystem · 9 days

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One More

The mech swiveled its head quickly to the threat, narrowly dodging the incoming barrage of sharp lead with the intention to end its pilot’s struggling. The red hot thrusters screamed to life as an orange glow emanated from them, pushing the kilotons of metal through the water around the watch point. One more. One more. One more. Spark’s mutterings to itself was a chant, a plea, a mantra, a cry. She flipped a button which rocketed her mech towards the enemy mech, two makeshift shotguns that were only makeshift in creation, but just as deadly as a real one. Spark’s mech then yanked upwards towards the stars in the sky as it re-orientated itself to face the enemy mech. Laser wave missile launchers whirred to life as it finished its reloading process. Spark’s user interface beeped as a notification turned from red to green. Now. One more. The laser wave missiles launched, a flurry of beautiful light that could cleave an unaware mech into two. The enemy mech was no slouch though, they were among the pantheon of pilots that had a shot to graduate to S tier. The only obstacle was Spark. And Spark’s only obstacle to A tier was this enemy mech. Such is the life of a competitor in the Nest Program. The enemy mech blasted to the left with blue roaring jet engines propelling the enemy away from the missiles. Water splashed into the air around the robot as it began to make evasive maneuvers. They were skilled, Spark would admit that much. But not that skilled. The payload of lasers found their mark, staggering the enemy mech letting gravity do the work to tumble it into the mud. One more. Spark jetted forward, laser pistols warming up in the mech’s hands as it approached its target. One more. The mech, Doll’s Truth, raised the pistols and began to rapidly fire blue lasers at the downed mech. The damage quickly began to stack up, pieces of the enemy mech becoming hot shrapnel as it was torn apart by Spark’s barrage. One more. Spark’s user interface pinged green again as the laser wave missiles were reloaded with another satisfying kachunk sound. One more. The command center was busy and bustling as it always has been. Brown soda stains littered the galaxy themed carpet, crowds of people were watching their favorites fall in battle or steal victory on giant monitors that hung from the ceiling. And beneath the command center was a different type of busy. There was those who entered the Nest Program to prove themselves, to label themselves as the best pilot, first by self reflection then by ranking. Then there are those who wished to create mechs as a recreational activity. A train model with use and purpose that others could enjoy with you. To feel the power of a kiloton metal vehicle blast around corners and fire payloads of death to a desired spot was something unmatched. Then there’s Spark. Recreation turned into drive, which turned into its Purpose. A doll needed one. A Purpose. Immortal beings that didn’t deserve happiness, but still desired it. A Purpose could deliver that, even if only briefly.

Spark’s mech rocketed into the garages under the floating citadel of that was the command center, a place of operation for the Nest Program. Their garage unit for post fight debriefing was A10. Spark set up a nav point, making an exaggerated sigh when the reception got spotty delaying the instruction to come through quick enough for Spark’s taste. Spark’s mech was the victor in its last promotion fight, the one to raise to A Rank. Where pilots were deadly and only the best of the best stuck around to see it through to the end. As Spark’s mech entered the space, Spark could see some figures on the disembark platform standing where Spark would park its mech. In the other space of the garage hung a torn apart mech, Spark’s opponent. Spark felt a bit bad, but it easily could have been the reverse. The unsaid mutual agreement that destruction was the price for that swelling feeling of victory. The cockpit depressurized, Spark’s user interface beeping through its processes. Spark didn’t need to breathe due to the benefits of being a combat doll, but getting hit with twenty two units cubed of vacuum wasn’t at the top of Spark’s to do list either. With the sound of rubber deflating, the seal of the cockpit breaking, Spark helped the door push open, further ruining the hydraulics of the automatic process. A lady dressed in a business suit held a clip board didn’t notice Spark approach her. She was writing something down when her eyes twinkled with recognition, hearing Spark’s steps. “Pilot Combat Doll, Spark. Mech name, Doll’s Truth. You have promoted to A Rank, sign here,” The lady didn’t bother explaining it to Spark. The doll already knew the run down. Each rank had their own legal team and requiring acknowledgment for your inability to sue them in case any physical harm to your being was always required for each team. Spark almost signed Sicilia’s name from habit. The fighter has been up front for a while, it was only a whim that thrusted Spark back into the world of mech fighting. Spark signed its name and gave the pen back to the woman. The woman took out a neatly closed envelop with a clean wax stamp keeping it tightly shut. “Congratulations Combat Doll, Spark. We look forward to see your progress,” The woman’s tone was professional and light. She has probably said those same words thousands, if not millions of times. Wait. That can’t be right. Not millions. A Rank was hard to get into. There was no forgiveness for a lose streak. You could be sent back to the bottom of B Rank if got careless. No. This was genuine. Spark bowed its head to the woman, “The pleasure is mine,” The woman nodded at Spark and handed the doll the envelope. Without another word, the woman pivoted on her toes and walked away, loud steps as heels met metal floors. Spark opened up the envelope and saw something it knew was coming but still never expected. An unassuming red and black ribbon with a large crimson A at the top of it. A small tag attached explaining the purpose of the ribbon. “For achieving A Rank in Ranked Single”. Spark’s Purpose planted a smile across Spark’s lips, the fulfilling feeling of progress. But the Purpose quickly reminded its doll of what the truth was. “S Rank. Give it more,”

#armored core 6 #combat doll #doll #mecha #mechs #mech #fiction #empty spaces

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 9 months

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Any other headcanons for Steve x kilt guy? I don't know why it works, but it really really does

Not going to lie forgot I had stuff in my inbox >.<

Thank you for the ask <3 these mostly specifically go with a half formed Barbie Dream House BnB wip I have for them.

Kenneth is on the swim team with Steve. But his other sport is wrestling, he probably does weight training too.

Steve always gets turned on when they play wrestle and he always finds himself pinned because Kenneth knows all the moves. It always leads to a sweaty good time for the both of them.

Kenneth gets a scholarship for wrestling, is offered a couple and takes the one nearby the little state school that accepts Steve.

They get a little apartment, a shitty two bedroom they can barely afford. They wanted one bedroom, would have been more in their price range but the appearance of separate bedrooms is safer.

Steve finds a job at a little family owned grocery store, ends up working in the bakery. Kenneth finds a flexible job doing construction.

They're getting by, but they don't get a lot of time for each other. They do their best to have a date night on the rare days they both have it off.

When Steve’s grandpa passes she leaves the old family cabin to him in her will. Original the plan is to clean it up and sell it.

Kenneth insists on going with him when he decides to spend his summer getting it ready. Steve got a little money in the will as well, enough for them to take the summer off and add a little to a nest egg for the future. Or whatever emergency expense comes up next at least.

The cabin is a disaster. No one's been there in a long time and the place hasn't been well kept. The yard is over grown, there's more than one hole in the roof. Steve is so upset at seeing what’s happened to a place that holds so many cherished childhood memories he puts his fist through a wall.

Kenneth realizes how important the place actually is to Steve and offers up a different plan. “We could make it into a bnb. People eat those places up. We just need to clean it up and you happen to know the hottest contractor in town who will do the job for a very reasonable fee.”

Steve loves the idea and is more than happy to pay that fee when he’s not hopped up on painkillers. He’s a little too unsteady and queasy stomached before they lower his does as his arm starts to heal.

There’s a stash of barbies in the basement, in an old panic room his grandpa put in after his grandmother was home during a robbery. She took the guy out but his grandpa wanted her to have some place to go in case it was more serious next time.

The only time he got to play with them was when he was visiting, the majority belonging to his cousin and when his grandma noticed he liked them she started making more just appear when he was around.

Kenneth notices also has always known Steve likes the bright colors in decor. “You know every god bnb has a theme.” He doesn't know that but he notices the way Steve lights up at the idea. “We could do a theme. People love barbie.” Kenneth has an aunt that goes to doll shows and know there's a following at least.

#Stkilt #jellyghostask #jellyhc #stranger things #Steve Harrington x Kilt Guy

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random-ln-stuff · 2 years

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The Pretender is a prisoner at the Nest just like the Craftsman and Butler.

In very little nightmares the main theme with the enemies are that they’re all trapped in the nest by some other person.

The Craftsman’s legs are broken and he’s restricted to a wheelchair, making it impossible for him to leave the Nest, and based on how his feet are literally facing the wrong way it’s obvious that someone else did that to him.

The Butler’s hands are locked behind his back, making it impossible for him to do things without his powers and most importantly, leave the Nest.

But I’ve never seen someone apply that theme to the Pretender. Because while the thought that they’re the one in charge of the Nest is nice, they’re a child. There’s a good chance they don’t even know where their dolls come from.

The Butler and Craftsman are obviously trapped in the Nest, but the Pretender is trapped in a more subtle way. It’s a gilded cage. The Pretender is spoiled beyond belief and has the Butler tending to their every need, but it’s all to distract them from the fact that they can’t leave the Nest.

Just consider this for a second. The Pretender may be a spoiled brat, but they’re still a child. They’re still a child in this world where the adults view children as pests to be exterminated at best, and food to be cooked at worst. The idea of a child in this world where children are universally hated being cared for with no strings attached sounds laughable at best. So surely the person that put them here, the same person that twisted the Craftsman’s feet backwards and locked up the hands of the Butler, has some sort of ulterior motive for caring for this child.

And I have one possible explanation for this whole thing.

The Pretender is a being like Mono.

Let me explain.

Mono is destined to become the Thin Man. Mono is a child with incredible power that’s destined to become an adult with incredible power that keeps the signal tower running until it’s their turn to die and be replaced by their past self.

The Pretender also has incredible power. They can literally disintegrate a person by touching them. So it would make sense for them to eventually grow up to become a being with incredible power.

Now I can’t go any further without talking about the Lady’s connection to the Nest and the Pretender.

First of all, the Nest is directly connected to the Maw because children are stored in the Nest (in the attic, as far away from the Pretender as possible, might I add) before they are taken to the Maw.

Secondly, the Nomes. Aka what is left of a child after the Lady consumes their souls. The presence of nomes usually means the presence of the Lady, and they’re everywhere in the Nest.

There’s also the fact that both the Pretender and the Lady have a connection to dolls, with the Pretender playing with them and the Lady being seen holding one like a child, brushing it and even humming what sounds like a lullaby to it…. …Wait a minute…. The Lady was acting motherly with that doll. In a world where that very act goes against how adults work. She even seemed to be experienced in doing so. So if anyone were going to actually care for a child in this world, it would be her.

Plus there’s the picture of the Pretender’s father in the Nest (or at least his legs) along with a picture of that same man now hanging from a noose in the Nest as well. And we see that man physically in the Maw, hanging from a noose in a faked suicide (it’s fake because the chair is directly below him and not kicked away, but he’s somehow still several feet off the ground.) So the Pretender’s father was definitely aboard the Maw, but what about her mother? To be honest, she’s probably the one who killed him and made it look like a suicide.

Plus someone pointed out that the Lady and the Pretender have similar hairstyles. The Pretender’s hair is just a bit longer. If her mother is the Lady, that would make sense. The Lady does her hair when she’s at the Nest and while she’s away, the Pretender’s hair grows longer because there’s no one in the Nest that’s able to cut it (The Butler can’t use his hands, remember?).

Plus, when RCG tries to sneak past the Pretender, it resembles the Runaway Kid trying to sneak past the Lady. Think about it. The main characters accidentally surprise them in a moment of vulnerability (the Lady viewing her face and the Pretender mourning her doll), the antagonists let out an ear-piercing shriek that affects their surroundings in some way (When the Pretender screams, RCG is frozen from pain/shock for a couple of seconds and the surroundings briefly distort and the when the Lady screams, the lights shatter and RK is left cold and in complete darkness) and then the main characters get chased.

There’s also the fact that the Lady is the owner of the Maw, a restaurant occupied by only the wealthiest of individuals. She could definitely afford the Nest and everything in it.

You can try and refute this by saying that the Pretender looks nothing like the Lady, with white hair instead of the Lady’s black hair, but the Pretender is most likely albino. Of course they don’t have the Lady’s black hair.

So the Pretender is most likely the Lady’s daughter, but what does that have to do with the Pretender being like Mono? Because if the Pretender is the Lady’s daughter, she’s most likely supposed to be the next Lady of the Maw. Six was never meant to be the Lady, and based on how the first thing they do upon gaining the Lady’s powers is leave the Maw, they most likely will never be.

The Pretender is destined to become the next Lady. The Pretender is a child with incredible power that’s destined to become an adult with incredible power that keeps the Maw running until they have a child of their own that will one day replace them.

Hell, the Pretender’s disintegration powers might be a variation of the Lady’s magic. What if the Pretender wasn’t actually disintegrating the people she touches, but rather turning them into nomes? It would certainly help explain why so many nomes can be found in the Nest.

But Mono had the time loop guaranteeing that he ends up in the signal tower and doesn’t die somewhere along the way, which is very easy to do when you are a child in a world where everything wants to kill you, but there’s no time loop involved with the Pretender or the Lady, so how do you make sure that your child, in a world where children are hunted for sport, survives to adulthood and still wants to run the Maw as an adult on top of that?

You keep them in the Nest, away from the chaos of the outside world and make sure that they’re kept happy and unaware of things like what this world is truly like, what exactly her mother does for a living, what happened to her father, where these perfectly lifelike dolls actually come from and what she will one day become.

#little nightmares #very little nightmares #analysis and theories #the pretender #the lady #mono #‘’the pretender is evil!’’ sir that’s a child #her role models are literally a man with psychic powers who’s first response to seeing a child is to hit it with a fucking chandelier #and the lady.#who twisted her own employees feet backwards and permanently disabled him to prevent him from leaving #consumes the souls of children and adults alike #and is a literal cannibal #i’d be a pretty violent child too if that’s who I’m learning my morals and behaviours from

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