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daddy!bihan daddy!anakin and daddy!matt
that’s it that’s the post
bed
cg!matt murdock x regressed!reader
bedtime was difficult tonight. the booming thunderstorm outside echoed throughout the walls of your home with daddy, and you shook with fear while hiding under your blankets. you heard daddy’s soft footsteps coming to your shared room, stopping to frown at your clearly afraid state.
“hey…” he trailed off, slowly climbing onto the bed. “can i see you?” he asked softly. you sniffled and nodded, him lifting the covers and getting under with you. “i know, its loud.” he validated your feelings. “it’s scary.” he said, rubbing your back. you snuggled closer into him, immediately feeling safer.
“daddy, i don’t like loud noises.” you whined.
“how about books? do you like books?” he asked and you nodded. he kissed your forehead and got up, leaving you under the covers. he snuck back in after a few moments, sighing and opening the book. you couldn’t see the title as daddy moved his fingers across the braille on the first page, but you knew as soon as he started to read. “in the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon. and a picture of a cow jumping over the moon-“
“goodnight moon?” you asked aloud. daddy paused and chuckled.
“i remember you said it was your favorite when you were younger. i bought it that day, been saving it for a time when i- you… needed it.” he said, correcting himself. you snuggled closer to him as he continued to read, fingers tracing over the pages. you tuned out the loud thunder and focused on your daddy’s voice, relieved it was working at comforting you. daddy’s voice was smooth and unwavering, it felt like a warm hug on a cold day. and you were so, so cold.
“daddy?” you asked as he finished the book.
“yeah, baby?” he responded.
“i just… i feel like i ask a lot of you…” you trailed off
“please don’t.” he begged.
“no, i need to.” you insisted. “i ask a lot of you, but… you do so much for me. you keep me alive, above all else. i used to not want to be so dependent on anyone, the thought of betrayal terrified me… but i want you to take everything. all of me. i love and trust you. please don’t leave.” you cried. daddy snaked an arm around you and tried to pull you in even closer, if it were even possible.
“you want the truth?” he asked you, the usual warm tone gone. you swallowed harshly and nodded. “when i first met you, i had you pegged all wrong. so headstrong. so confident, never letting anyone in.” he whispered. “but it was all a front, wasn’t it? the most injured and emotionally drained people tend to put on a persona, a facade of sorts… that they can’t be hurt, that no one can get to them.” he continued. “but you let me in, and in being with you, i discovered something about myself, too.” he said. “the more i cared for you… the more i realized… i need this as much as, if not more than, you. i will not leave. i will not go anywhere else. i will always be here for my baby.” he finished, kissing your forehead. “you are strong and resilient. you chose me to care for you, you chose to be here willingly. that’s not lost on me, i treasure those gifts. i will never leave.” he swore. you sniffled, wiping your eyes.
“daddy?” you called out, noticing the thunder had died down.
“yeah, baby?” he responded.
“i love you.”
“i love you, too, babygirl.”
Girl, idk if you take requests, but your post about cg!Matt murdock now lives rent-free in my brain. Matt would be such a great cg to a little one😭😭😭
i’m writing something for matt rn. i love him sm 😭
daddy!bihan with a little one who loves ice and snow and the cold as much as he does.
being from up north, you’re used to the cold and blizzard like conditions. you often said you wanted to live your life in the entire season of winter, if you could.
you love ice skating, snowball fights, and music.
he thinks you were tailor made for him and would lay his life down to protect you 💕
daddy!vader is busy and you regress, feeling like 💩 😭
daddy had been away all day. you knew he was a busy man, and you tried not to hold it against him. but it was hard, being regressed and not having your caregiver for days on end. you tried to hide it, crying yourself to sleep every night. you tried to act big, forcing yourself to eat your meals and spend your time alone. it broke your heart, though, feeling so abandoned.
you walked down the hallway of the ship you were currently on, passing by guards who let you by without trouble. you had your head down, slowly shuffling your way back to your room. you sniffled, wanting your daddy more than ever, but he was too busy. too busy for you.
the door slid open and you shuffled in, collapsing into your bed and sobbing. the door shut behind you and you curled into a ball, holding your knees to your chest as you cried harder.
in the dark, you couldn’t see much. this made your other sense heighten, especially your hearing. after what seemed to be an hour or so, you heard familiar stomping down the hallway and instinctively went under the covers. your door slid open and you heard the familiar sound of your daddy’s breathing. you sobbed harder, despite your best efforts to remain quiet, and you heard him sigh. he took his mask off, presumably having a good day and being able to breathe.
“my love,” he whispered. “i’m a lot of things, but i’m not perfect.” he admitted. he sat down on the edge of your bed and rubbed your leg. “i should’ve known you needed me, i regret not seeing it sooner.” he told you and you shook, crying more. he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles into the skin.
“i needed you…” you trailed off. “i needed you so many times and you weren’t there.” you cried harder, turning to him. you sat up, looking down at your hands as tears blurred your vision. daddy tucked a finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him.
“i know.” he told you. “i let you down, but im here now to make it up to you. please let me.” he requested and you nodded, rubbing your eyes until they were red and sore. daddy took your hands and helped you crawl into his lap, kissing your forehead. you let him hold you as he rocked you back and forth in his lap, making sure you felt soothed. you sniffled again, looking up at him.
“daddy, will you always be here?” you asked nervously. “just, you do so much and- and-“ you tried to finish but were too upset at the thought of daddy leaving.
“babygirl.” he whispered. “i need this just as much as you do. i’m not going anywhere, and that’s a promise.” he said, kissing your forehead. “i’m always here, princess.”
daddy!vader headcanons! in this he wasn’t burned from the neck up so he still can take his helmet off. @ me i do not care.
-LOVES reading you bedtime stories. his favorite is goodnight moon (it exists in the star wars universe @ me i do NOT care)
-braids your hair and always compliments you on how good and healthy it looks 😊
-does NOT stand for any disobedience. any fight backs or quips directed at him are met with swift retaliation. wether it be time out, doing a chore outside of your headspace, or grounding you, you better believe he’ll do it. just know he’d never put his hands on you 🫶🏻 you’re his precious baby and NO ONE is allowed to lay hands on you, himself included.
-lets you “adopt” plenty of wild animals. you don’t really keep them in the house against their will, but you have a strict morning and bedtime routine in which you feed all animals and daddy always helps in whatever way he can!!
-loves playtime with you. many see it as silly, but to him, getting private moments with you where he can really indulge in the childlike headspace you’re in is like heaven to him. wether it’s from trauma, past events, or just because, he ALWAYS supports your regression, never once judging you or letting anyone else do so.
-teaches you small self defense moves. he doesn’t take it easy on you just because you’re his little one. he trains you and teaches you like every student he’s ever had; with hard work and discipline, he knows you can pull through. but you better believe after training is over, you’re getting showered with kisses and hugs, no matter how gross and sweaty you both are.
-always praises you. even when you mess up or things just don’t go your way, he’s SO proud that you tried!!! never forget that daddy!ani loves you and will never stop.
-in a way, he kind of looks up to you? he may be the caregiver/daddy of the relationship, but he never fails to see your resilience and how well you can handle being knocked down. your ability to get back up again regardless never ceases to amaze him.
-loves taking you on trips to tattooine. i know in the star wars universe he usually hates tattooine, but i head canon that he’s so, desperate almost? he wants to connect with both you and your inner child and he thinks that bringing you to his home will do that. he’ll take you to pod races, show you where he grew up, and if you’re really close, he’ll take you to where he laid his mother to rest. you always like to bring flowers or cupcakes or something if you know you’re going.
-loves taking his helmet off and singing to you softly. he doesn’t sleep at night usually, so his nights are usually spent caring for you and making sure you’re well taken care of. one of the ways he does that is by singing softly, letting you know he’s there always. his voice isn’t as strong as it used to be, but it never stopped you from listening wholeheartedly.
nsfw!!!
thinking about daddy!anakin who’s fed up with your attitude. but he loves you so, so much, he almost can’t bring himself to punish you.
almost.
so when he finds himself with you bent over his lap and legs spread, he can’t help himself. slap after slap onto your bottom and your adorable little squeals and moans emanating from you make him grunt in almost displeasure; the pain from his hard on, his pants tightening as he gets harder and harder listening to you whine.
it’s no surprise when moments later he has you bent over the bed as he pounds into you, orgasm after orgasm completely racking your body. but you’d have it no other way, because you know that lessons learned with pleasure are lessons never forgotten.
daddy!matt who buys books that also have braille so he can read to his little one every night- his favorite is wind in the willows 🫶🏻
frank castle plays his cards incredibly close to his chest. he has from the moment you met him, and you reckon he burst into the world that way, too. so when he fails to say i love you back, you're not at all surprised. he's silent so long you think he's fallen asleep, but then he sighs and says, "listen kid: every single person i've ever said those words to has been ripped from my life in the worst possible ways." he brushes a calloused thumb over the rounded curve of your cheek. "so you'll forgive me if i can't, but i'll tell ya something else, and i want you to listen closely. these mornings? the ones where i wake up and you're still beside me? where it's just you and me, and the rest of the bullshit is quiet for the time being... i could have a million of these mornings." so it starts like that. every evening before he opens his tattered paperback, he gazes at you with top-shelf whiskey eyes that glitter brightly in the low light of dusk and gruffly whispers, "a million mornings." and when morning comes, and he's wedged between the front door and your embrace, he murmurs a barely audible, "a million mornings, kid," before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
you smile at him and say it back and mean it with every fiber of your being.
a million mornings, frank.
You could have daddy Anakin brush our hair before bedtime. And us being his teddy bear 🧸
I LOOOOOOVE THIS SKSKSKSKSK
as you sat in the chair in front of your bathroom mirror, you sighed. you had missed your daddy today, knowing he was busy saving the galaxy, you really didn’t hold anything against him. but still, you had missed his company.
“daddy?” you called out, flipping a piece of hair over your shoulder. daddy appeared behind you, rubbing his left shoulder, relieving it from pain.
“yes, babygirl?” daddy asked, ready to help in any way you needed.
“i missed you today.” you admitted. you sighed; knowing he was a busy man somehow made it more difficult to deal with. you thought maybe that if you understood that other people needed him, too, that maybe your feelings of jealousy would subside. they did not.
“and i missed you, my lovely girl.” he told you, using his pointer finger to point your head backwards to give you a kiss. “i always think of you, every time im gone.” he swore to you. he gave you the sand fox he had when he was a child, which he passed to you.
“will you stay for a couple days?” you asked, knowing the chances of him saying yes were actually slim.
“of course i will.” he surprised you. “i will be here for the entire week. whatever you need, little one, im yours.” he promised, picking up your hair brush and holding the ends, detangling them from the ponytail you had up all day. he slowly worked his way up as you looked in the mirror, the matted mess turning into an actual pretty hair style, slowly but surely. daddy eventually had every tangle freed, and braided your hair snuggly and securely to make sure you slept soundly. you sighed. “what is it, my sweet girl?” he asked you. you sighed once more.
“i miss you when you’re gone, but i understand why you have to go… so why am i still upset?” you wondered a loud.
“you’re a very smart girl, little one. surely you know that missing someone isn’t exclusive to how you feel about their absence.” daddy responded, tying your braid. you looked up and met his eyes in the mirror.
“i love you, daddy. i know people need you, and im glad you can help.” you said to him.
“i know, baby.” he told you. “but i miss you. so, so much.” he reassured you, making you nod.
“i miss you, too, daddy. but i’m proud of you!” you said, turning around to face him. he picked you up and secured your bottom, looking down at you.
“i wish you could truly understand how proud i am of you, little one.” he began. “you are so smart, so brilliant, so perfect.” he told you. “i’m always here for you.”
“i’m here for you, too, daddy.” you replied.
“i know, baby. i know.”
headcannon: being neglected and abused by her mother, agatha never learned how to braid hair, which is something deeply spiritual and connected to womanhood and witchhood.
she learned how to braid because rio taught her, letting agatha practice braiding rio's hair until she got really good.
when nicky's hair grew long, agatha started braiding it, telling him all the ways braiding hair is sacred for witches, and as soon as he had the dexterity for it, she taught him how to braid her hair because it would help him feel close to his roots
to his other mom.
i need some ideas for daddy!anakin! what are some plots/ideas you would like to read?!??
IM BAAAAAAAAACK WITH MORE DADDY!ANAKIN
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daddy knew of your needs, never once doubting you. you knew that at any moment you could call on him and he would be there.
there were no times that you felt alone, nothing to ever make you feel down. with daddy there, everything was doable and every situation was good.
he just had the sort of effect on you.
“daddy,” you pleaded, tugging on his robes and feeling a little sick. he looked down at you and smiled warmly, finishing conversing with the trade merchant. “ups?” you asked meekly and he picked you up, securing your bottom.
“my sweet girl,” he began. “what can daddy do for you?” he asked you.
“i just want some attention, please.” you admitted pitifully and daddy chuckled.
“anything for my babygirl.” he told you, walking down the near empty streets. he rubbed your back with his free hand, soothing you. you nodded off while he walked, only opening your eyes when you heard a brief noise or sensed new movement.
he walked back to your home on tatooine, daddy unlocking the door and walking in. he set you on the couch, placing your sand fox in your arms for you to hold onto as you slept. while you did this, daddy quickly put away the items he had purchased for dinner, happy and content in his life with you.
“daddy…” you mumbled in your sleep. daddy came back to you, rubbing your shoulder.
“i’m here, little one.” he told you. “daddy’s always here.” he kissed your forehead. you dozed off once more as daddy cleaned around the house, being quiet when he was near you. you snoozed silently, tuckered out from the days events. daddy cleaned up around you, making sure the house was tidy for you when you awoke.
once you did, he cooed down at you, fussing over you and picking you up again. he loved to hold you and swoon over you. he bounced you in his arms and kissed your cheeks, loving the red tint to them. he loved to make you blush.
“my sweet girl, what would you like for dinner?” daddy asked you.
“can we have stew and rice?” you asked politely and he obliged. he took you to the kitchen, placing you on a counter, and began cooking. you enjoyed the heavenly smells coming from the stove, finally realizing just how hungry you were. your tummy grumbled and daddy chuckled at you, stirring the stew and adding spices.
“it’s almost done, my little one.” he promised you and you nodded. you continued to wait for a few more moments until everything was ready, daddy bringing your bowl to the kitchen table along with his. he sat you down and cleaned your hands with a wet towelette and began to feed you, making sure you swallowed without any difficulty. he quickly ate his meal once he was done and began to take you to the restroom for a bath once he had all the dishes put away.
“okay, baby, okay.” he pat your back some more. he held you, gently bouncing and rocking you in his arms. he helped you up, moving you into the tub and running a hot bath. he set steamers in the bath and spearmint bath oil to help clear your sinuses. you shook as you sat in the water, unsure why you were so cold. daddy waterfalled water over your back, making you shake more. “sh, my love, daddy will be done soon.” he whispered, moving a stool to the edge of the tub to sit on while he bathed you. he rolled his sleeves up and began leaning you back with one hand, the other lovingly getting your hair wet and detangling it. he supported you by holding your back so just the back of your head was underwater. he leaned you back up, gently massaging shampoo into your hair. he massaged and scratched perfectly, soothing your head. he leaned you back like before after a couple minutes of scrubbing, rinsing your hair and detangling it again. he kept a firm hold on your back. he brought you back up, putting conditioner in your hair and massaging it through the strands. he rubbed your shoulders and neck while that set, trying to work out any sore muscles. he then lathered up a sponge and began to wash you, rinsing you off with the cup of water. he leaned you back one last time and rinsed your hair, detangling it once more and running his fingers through the soft and silky strands. he helped you up and out, wrapping your hair and body in the towels he placed in the heater before bathing you.
he picked you up, carrying you to your room and applying lotion all over you, then dressing you in a warm hooded onesie, cozy wool socks, and placing your pacifier in your mouth. he rubbed bacta balm on your chest then buttoned the onesie back up, tucking you in to his bed. he quickly washed his hands and came back to you about to doze off. he placed pillows behind you to help you sit up on your back. he placed his hand on your chest and listened to your heartbeat, his favorite sound. the steady thrum in your chest soothing him deep in his bones, happy to know his prized possession was alive and well. and that was how the two of you slept all night, safe in each others arms.
Sweet lady is it possible to have daddy Anakin x reader ? 🥺 When you can of course
omg yes i’m actually working on one rn! i wanna be done by tomorrow 🥰
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Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It also only has 1 note. Truly a broken post
big pharma will try to sell u $20 cold medicine like spicy ramen doesnt cost like a dollar a pack and orgasms are free
damn british people cant cum..... this is so sad.......
big chemist will try to sell you £20 paracetamol like beans dont cost like a quid a can and havin a wank costs fock all