#and same with holding a baby Like it can't support it's own neck what if i drop it

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CollegeBoy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up – Part 2 B

-> Option B: "Let's have a baby!"

You can read Part 1 here.

I decided to write two different versions of Part 2 (both are comforting). Option A: The Reader has an abortion Option B: The Reader decides to have the baby(s).

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff + Smut. 18+. Light angst with a happy end. 7K words. Unplanned pregnancy, Reader decides to have the baby. There's a short moment of worry during the pregnancy, but nothing bad happens. Pregnancy sex, praise, slight lactation kink. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples + benkeibear

The first night after finding out your college sweetheart accidentally knocked you up is a sleepless one for you. You're lying in Sukuna's arms, staring at the wall while your mind whirls, refusing to let you find any rest. You are grateful that Sukuna is here. At first, you had tried weakly to tell him that you wouldn't be mad if he needed some time to himself. But he just huffed and rolled his pretty eyes before pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor before his hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down while telling you in that low, stern voice,

"You think I am going to leave you alone after this? Absolutely not. Now get your pretty ass into bed, princess. I am staying."

And now he is lying behind you, snoring softly against your neck after he, too, struggled to fall asleep for over an hour. And you can't help but snuggle against Sukuna's warm, muscular body. His presence is reassuring, and his strong body and soft breath on your neck stop you from spiraling, even though you still can't find any rest.

You are busy making a pro and con list in your mind. Could you really make it work if you decide to have the baby? Could you handle going to college and being a mom? Wouldn't an abortion be the more sensible thing to do? On the other hand, would you be ok with the what-ifs haunting you after deciding against the baby? It's the most challenging decision you've ever had to make.

But if you are honest with yourself, your heart already knows what it wants.

The idea of having your own little family with Sukuna makes you smile. The mental image of Sukuna going to class with your little one in a baby carrier won't leave your mind. And you tear up a little when you imagine how sweet a life like that could be.

But you try to give your head a chance, too. It's not hard to find reasons why you shouldn't have a baby at this stage of life. Yet, any argument that speaks against a baby also leads to an excuse as to why it can still work. And after all, you know you won't be alone. Because there is Sukuna. Sukuna, who didn't run when he found out he knocked you up. Sukuna who told you he will support you no matter what you decide. Sukuna, who told you he will make sure you and the baby have it good if you choose to have it.

And now, one of his large hands is resting on your belly, long fingers sprawling possessively and lovingly over it, and it's a touch that fills you with longing. It's a touch that makes you see a future in which you and Sukuna are young parents and live together in domestic bliss.

It's that thought that finally makes you drift off to sleep, too.

"Kuna?"

You gnaw on your lip nervously as you turn around in your boyfriend's arms and look at him, about to tell him your decision. Sleepy maroon eyes meet yours, and a lazy smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face.

"Hmm?"

You always love how soft he looks right after waking up, with his pink hair ruffled and his voice even lower than usual, his gaze unguarded and warm. You reach down to take one of his large hands in yours, holding it with both of your smaller hands as you say the words that will change your and Sukuna's life forever,

"I think I want to have the baby."

It's, at the same time, the most terrifying and most beautiful thing you ever said. You gulp nervously, watching Sukuna's face carefully. He blinks, and the smirk vanishes from his face. Instead, he looks at you with a serious expression in his beautiful maroon eyes. He nods, never breaking eye contact as he says,

"Then we'll be a family from now on."

You still stare at him with wide eyes, clutching his hand tightly, and Sukuna laughs softly, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against your forehead,

"Hey, don't look so worried, princess. I meant everything I said yesterday. Every word. I won't run. We'll make this work. You and our baby will have it good. I will make sure of that. I love you. I won't leave."

Your heart flutters at the reassurance, and when Sukuna wraps an arm around you, you snuggle against him gratefully, sighing softly as you push your face against his warm, buff chest. You can hear his too-fast heartbeat, which gives away how nervous Sukuna is, too. About the pregnancy and the prospect of being a dad at such a young age. But Sukuna doesn't show it. You know he is being strong for you, so he can be your safe place. It makes you press a tender kiss to one of the tattoos on his naked chest while mumbling a soft, "I love you, too."

You believe Sukuna when he says the two of you can make it work. You have a feeling that with Sukuna by your side, you can do anything.

You get an official pregnancy test done at your doctor's office only two days later, followed by the first ultrasound examination, which you come out of with ringing ears after your doctor beamed at you and congratulated you on a twin pregnancy.

You walk over to Sukuna, who is waiting for you in the waiting room and wordlessly press the ultrasound picture against his chest. You wait a few seconds, barely able to keep silent while Sukuna examines the small picture with narrowed eyes until he finally is like,

"What am I supposed to see here? Wait a moment...why are there two?"

And you burst out laughing, looking at him, unable to stop grinning as the realization settles over Sukuna's face, and the corners of his mouth twitch until he bursts out laughing too,

"I should have known! Of course, I knocked you up with twins!"

There's a certain pride in his voice, and it makes you laugh even more. The first shock of finding out that you will have not only one but two babies to look after is lessened by the humor of it all.

Sukuna brings the picture closer to his face,

"Those little peas are supposed to be my children? Did you see how fucking small they are? Well, little ones, you have a lot of growing to do if you want to be as big and strong as your daddy!"

You chuckle and hug him, overcome with emotions at hearing Sukuna talk like that, already so naturally slipping into the role of the soon-to-be daddy.

"I will probably not be able to move at all with your two huge, heavy babies in my belly. Why do you have to be so big, Kuna?"

Sukuna flashes you a proud grin while wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer,

"Oh, don't act like you aren't crazily into it. And yeah, us Itadoris are big babies, so you better be prepared."

You open your mouth to whine, but Sukuna places a finger on your lips, smirking at you,

"Stop complaining, princess. You know that you have me. I'll make sure to feed you well when my brats make you hungry. And I'll get you everything you need. We both know that you won't have to lift a single finger."

You know he is right, and he already proves it to you when you get home again, and Sukuna gently pushes you onto the couch, telling you that you have to rest.

"I'm gonna make lunch now, and no, you aren't allowed to help! Be a good girl and just chill."

And so you sit there, with a hand lightly rubbing your belly, the ultrasound picture lying next to you, looking at the TV that is showing some game show. But you don't really register what is happening on the screen because you are too busy getting accustomed to the fact that you are really going to be a mom.

As the weeks pass, a small bump begins to show on your belly, and neither you nor Sukuna can stop touching it and staring at it in fascination. It still feels unreal that there are supposedly really two babies growing inside you. The little pea-sized spots you could see on the first ultrasound didn't look like little humans at all. But the small bulge tells you that there is truly something happening inside your belly.

You have several doctor's appointments, and Sukuna drives you to all of them. He always comes up with you to the waiting room and sits there, holding your hand, a reassuring presence by your side. He always lets you know he is there for you. That he isn't running from the responsibility.

Your doctor informs you that you can bring your partner with you to the next ultrasound so he can see the babies, too, if he wants, and when you tell Sukuna about it, he agrees immediately.

"Of course, I'm coming with you! I need to see what my brats are doing."

It makes your chest feel warm. Sukuna isn't just enduring all of this. He doesn't just play the dad because he feels like he has to. He is truly interested in your little family, which is growing in your belly.

You can tell that Sukuna is nervous on the day of the ultrasound. You catch him patting the pocket of his leather jacket as if to grab his cigarettes, only to let his hand drop again when he remembers that he threw all of his cigarettes away on the day you told him you wanted to have the babies.

It's cute to see your tall, muscular boyfriend with his piercings and intimidating-looking tattoos, sitting in the waiting room, playing nervously with his tongue piercing and grabbing your hand so tightly that it's a bit painful.

He is playing it cool in front of the doctor, though, his usual arrogant smirk perfectly in place. Joking around and oozing confidence. Until the screen fills with the ultrasound images, and Sukuna suddenly becomes completely silent.

The "peas" have grown quite a bit and they actually resemble tiny human beings with small arms and legs. Even though you can't feel it yet, they move around wildly, doing somersaults as if to show their daddy that they are just as athletic as he is.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna, and your heart clenches when you see the thunderstruck expression on his tattooed face. He stares at the screen in awe while his lips tremble ever so slightly.

You reach out to touch his arm, gently caressing his tattooed biceps, and Sukuna looks at you with his maroon eyes glittering suspiciously. Your bad boy who always acts so tough, but here he is fighting tears upon seeing his babies in action for the first time on a flickering ultrasound screen.

It makes tears well up in your eyes, too, your chest filling with almost overwhelming love. And suddenly, everything feels even more real. This is really happening! You are having Sukuna's babies! Sukuna and you will be parents!

And as if he read your mind, Sukuna's low voice is in your ear suddenly, sounding solemn and shocked and in complete awe,

"Those are our little brats."

You can only nod wildly in response as tears glitter in your eyes.

The two (or four) of you leave the doctor's office in a daze. Sukuna's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, and you feel him pull you closer to his tall body anytime you walk past someone, protecting you from any possible danger. Sukuna even drives much slower than usual. It makes you smile to yourself, filled with love and gratitude for the man by your side.

The man who didn't run, the man who took responsibility, the man who turns to look at you at a red light with his eyes full of love.

Sukuna parks in front of your apartment and sprints to your side of the car to open the door for you and offer you a strong arm. He doesn't leave your side all the way to your apartment, making sure you won't fall on the stairs or slip in the hallway. And you can't help but grin to yourself. It makes your body buzz with excitement, knowing this tall, strong man is so protective over you and the babies that are growing in your belly. His babies.

Somehow, it makes Sukuna even more attractive, even though you never thought he could get any hotter than he already is. It makes you lean against him and smile toothily up at him once you enter your apartment. You put your hands on Sukuna's defined pecs, feeling him up through his thin t-shirt as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. Murmuring against his lips,

"You're already such a good daddy."

Sukuna laughs and pulls you closer, smirking his sexy smirk against your lips before he pushes his tongue into your mouth, kissing you thoroughly before he carefully picks you up princess style to carry you to the bedroom and continue what you started.

"Oh my god, what!? I am going to be an uncle?"

You are convinced the whole dorm hears Yuuji's excited scream as he pulls his brother into a bone-crushing hug, and Sukuna's low laughter fills the room.

You smile as you watch the brothers high-fiving each other and grinning like two madmen. Sukuna announced the big news to Yuuji in his usually blunt manner. He pulled you against his side and put one large hand over your belly while smirking at his brother and telling him,

"You'll soon have serious competition for the title of Biggest Itadori Brat. We're pregnant with twins. Two boys, just like you and me."

By now, Yuuji has let go of his brother and comes over to you, smiling from ear to ear and telling you how happy he is for you and Sukuna. There is no sign of disapproval or judgment, only genuine joy. And it makes relief wash over you. You hope that more people will react nicely once your baby bump is big enough so you won't be able to hide your pregnancy anymore.

You once heard someone say that no pregnancy goes by without a big scare.

And you get your scare when you get up one morning to use the toilet only to discover a bloodstain in your panties.

"K... Kuna..."

You say his name instinctively, needing him by your side as the fear makes your pulse race. And Sukuna is by your side in lightspeed, running into the bathroom only wearing his boxer briefs, hair messy and ruffled from sleep, with wide eyes and worry written all over his handsome face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Your voice trembles when you explain,

"There is... there is blood."

The first tears run down your cheeks as you press a hand over your mouth. You are scared out of your mind. Scared that this means you lost the babies. Scared that something went wrong, and now your happy little family will never be.

You almost scream at the irony. This pregnancy wasn't planned. Not so long ago, you contemplated getting an abortion. But now, the thought of losing your babies makes you spiral!

It's Sukuna's low voice that pulls you out of the panic attack.

"Don't worry too much, princess. It's not a lot of blood, ok? We'll get it checked. But I am sure it's nothing bad. Come here, sweetheart."

He gently pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly while his lips press little soothing kisses to your temple and cheek. So surprisingly soft for a guy with such a bad boy reputation.

You can tell by Sukuna's posture and the tenseness in his muscles that he is worried, too, but he stays strong for you, and that is exactly what you need at that moment. He is your big, strong boyfriend, someone you can lean on and who knows what to do because he always knows everything.

Sukuna is gentle with you. He helps you get dressed and carefully carries you down to his car. He talks to you on the whole drive to the hospital to distract you. He stays by your side when you are told to take a seat in the waiting area, holding your hand the whole time until a nurse picks you up and leads you to an examination room. The last thing you see before turning the corner is Sukuna's soft, reassuring smile, even while his wide gaze gives away how scared he is, too.

Ten minutes later, you return to Sukuna with a relieved smile on your lips. You can see the breath he lets out, the way the tenseness leaves his broad shoulders and the way his hands unclench.

"The babies are fine. They were as active as ever. The doctor said everything is as it should be. The bleeding could have been caused by all kinds of things, but it's nothing bad. I should just try to avoid stress and rest a bit more."

And Sukuna wraps you in his strong arms, hugging you a bit too tightly, clinging to you as you feel him exhale shakily.

"I'm glad the three of you are fine. Promise me you will really rest more."

"Of course I will. I want the babies, too, Kuna. I won't do anything that could put them at risk."

To your surprise, you feel Sukuna tense up again, and then he pulls away just enough to look at you with a scowl on his beautiful face and worry in his eyes,

"I am not just worried about the babies. I am worried about you, too. Always about you. Fuck, I love you. I need you to take good care of yourself. I can't lose you, princess!"

And you almost melt into a puddle right then and there, feeling tears well up in your eyes again, this time because you are so touched, and so relieved, and so in love with the boy in front of you.

"I love you too. Thank you for being there for me, baby."

"Always, princess."

Your belly is constantly growing, and by now, you aren't able to hide your pregnancy anymore. You get several curious glances on campus. Some people approach you directly. Others whisper when you walk past.

But those whispers stop the moment Sukuna joins your side, walking next to you like some bodyguard, one strong, tattooed arm casually thrown over your shoulder. He leans down to kiss your temple while his cat-like maroon eyes watch the people in the hallway, smirking his most dangerous smirk at them, daring them to make a mean comment and suffer the consequences.

Sukuna places one large hand on your swollen belly, sprawling his tattooed fingers possessively over it as he sneers at the group of girls who are known to be the biggest gossips of the whole campus,

"Those babies are mine. You can let everyone know that. And if anyone has a problem with it, they can come to me and say it to my face."

And you can't help but laugh and lift your head proudly, too, grinning from ear to ear, glad that you are dating the campus bad boy and won't have to endure any bullying because you managed to get knocked up by your college sweetheart. No one dares make any snide comments after finding out who the father of your babies is

You're sitting on the couch reading a book when there's a sudden movement in your belly. You gasp and stare at your baby bump.

"Oh my god, Kuna! Come quick!"

Your loud squeal is one of excitement this time, but there is still alarm written all over Sukuna's tattooed face when he hurries into the living room, cooking spoon still in his hand,

"Fuck! What's wrong?"

But you are quick to chase his worry away, meeting him halfway, walking toward him with a broad smile on your face and your hands cupping your swollen belly.

"It's the twins! I can feel them move! Come here so you can feel them, too!"

And Sukuna looks at you with wide eyes, dropping the spoon he was holding and rushing over to you. He stops in front of you, his gaze traveling down to your baby bump.

You laugh and grab his large hands, placing them firmly on your swollen belly. It takes barely a second, and then Sukuna's gaze snaps to yours,

"Our little brats are kicking me!"

You giggle and nod,

"Yeah, it's so cool, right? I just hope they won't get too wild."

And Sukuna grins and looks at you with an amused and super proud sparkle in his maroon eyes,

"Oh, I know they will be wild. Don't get your hopes up, princess. They are strong, just like their daddy. Right, my little gremlins?"

Sukuna's voice is amused but also tender, making your heart feel full. You know that he already loves his little ones. You can hear it in his voice and see it in the soft look on his face.

Sukuna drops to his knees right in front of you, hugging you and resting his head gently against your baby bump, a tender smile on his face.

A display of such pure devotion and love that it makes you tear up a bit. Sukuna grins as he pulls up your shirt, and then he presses two soft lingering kisses onto your swollen belly. You can feel his smile against your skin just a second before you feel another strong kick from one of the twins, or maybe both of them. As if they want to greet their daddy and show him how strong they already are.

Sukuna laughs, putting his hands on your belly again, grinning as he feels his sons move around,

"Hey, listen up, little brats. Daddy is proud of you for being such strong ones, but be nice to your mommy, ok? Don't kick her too much."

You chuckle and put a hand on Sukuna's head, gently petting his pink hair and running your fingers through the silky strands as you smile down at him. You are sure that you must have heart eyes because Sukuna looks so good kneeling before you, hugging you, and kissing your baby bump while talking to his babies in your belly.

Every last sliver of doubt you might have ever had about this pregnancy dissolves at that moment as you watch your man being so loving and cute. So excited about the development of your babies.

He grins up at you, that boyish grin that always gives you butterflies, and you catch yourself thinking that you really hope your little boys will have the same grin one day.

Of course, you heard about pregnancy cravings, but you couldn't imagine how intense that would be. Now you know it.

You're having a lazy evening on the couch, watching TV with Sukuna, when a commercial for a specific yogurt starts playing, and suddenly, it is all you can think about. You need that yogurt! Right now!

You whine about it like some five-year-old, and Sukuna laughs and pulls out his phone, filming you, telling you that he always wants to remember these epic moments of your pregnancy lunacy. And you huff dramatically and roll your eyes at him and hit his biceps playfully while pouting at him,

"But Kuna, please. You want your babies to become big and strong, right? I am sure they need dairy products right now, and that's why I crave that yogurt! It's them! It's your twins! They make me want that yogurt so bad! Please get it for me, baby, will you?"

You bat your lashes at him, and Sukuna grins at you, reaching out to cup your chin and gently press your cheeks together. His grin grows as he slowly leans closer.

"Stop it, princess. You already know full well that I will buy you that fucking yogurt. If my girl wants that yogurt, she will get that yogurt."

He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips before he gets up from the couch and is on his way to the door. He looks over his broad shoulders, winking at you. And a second later, your boyfriend is already out the door on his mission to get you all the yogurt you crave.

He returns 20 minutes later, carrying a whole pallet of the desired yogurt, walking toward you with a proud expression on his handsome tattooed face.

"See, princess. You have me to get you everything you need. Now give me a kiss, and I will give you a yogurt."

Sukuna grins that beautiful boyish grin at you, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness, and you laugh and grab his jaw, giving him a loud, wet smack on his tattooed cheek and then a sweet, slow kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, baby. You are the best."

And you feel him smile against your lips as his large hand cups the back of your head to hold you in place so he can kiss you some more before you can pull away to indulge in your newfound yogurt addiction.

You catch Sukuna standing in the twins' room in your new apartment, paintbrush in hand, his naked chest heaving, sweat mingling with the paint stains on his skin next to the tattoos adorning his muscular body. And it's one of the sexiest sights you have ever seen. Your man building a nest for your babies.

Money is tight, so you could only afford an old and rather shabby apartment. But Sukuna is very determined to turn it into a nice home for his little family. He told you that you don't need to hire any professional craftsmen. Sukuna will do it all by himself (and with the help of his brother). He will make sure you and your babies have a clean and pretty place to live in!

And he keeps his word.

Only a short time later, the apartment is ready to move into, and it looks amazing. A cozy little place for you and Sukuna and your little boys.

Living together with Sukuna feels incredibly nice. You have already been spending all your time together ever since you were pregnant, but knowing that you are actually living together now makes things feel different. Sweeter somehow. Domestic. Just like you dreamed it would be.

This is Sukuna's and your place. Your shared home. It is where you will raise your babies, where you will laugh and cry, eat together, make love, and celebrate the twins' birthdays.

Sukuna's favorite part of the apartment is the kitchen. He spends a lot of time in there, cooking and baking for you, claiming that he needs to feed you well so you get all the nutrients you need right now.

He is stern when it comes to your health, watching you with hawk eyes when you eat and shaking his head when you push some food to the side,

"Uh uh. I looked it up, princess. Those are essential during pregnancy. You will eat them."

As annoying as it can be, you can't be mad at Sukuna. He is just trying his best to take good care of you, after all. And in the end, you always hug him and kiss him and tell him he is the sweetest, which makes Sukuna look very pleased while he announces,

"My girl will always have it good with me."

He is right, and you are very happy about it. Sukuna is super protective of you, even more so now that you are pregnant with his babies. He doesn't let you lift a single finger, insisting that you aren't to carry anything heavy and that you shouldn't do the laundry or clean the apartment.

You laugh when you come home from class and find Sukuna and Yuuji deep cleaning the kitchen together, both sweaty and bitching at each other but motivated like hell to get everything shiny and clean.

"Brat, you missed a spot there! Get your lazy ass up and keep scrubbing my fucking sink! This is for your nephews, you little shit! You don't want them to get all kinds of infections, do you?"

"No, of course not! But Kuna! Grandpa never had a clean house, and you and I lived too! You are such an asshole, oh my god!"

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, feeling bad for Yuuji but also filled with love at seeing Sukuna so aggressively motivated about your domestic life. So eager to prepare everything for the twins.

Sukuna is a good man for you. Tough on the outside but caring on the inside. And you already know that he will be a wonderful father.

Your pregnancy progresses without any complications. But you are not immune to the emotional rollercoaster of the pregnancy hormones raging in your body. You cry more easily, sometimes without even really knowing why. You get anxious over the smallest things. And sometimes, everything is too much, and self-doubts fill your mind.

It's those moments that make you suddenly cry and hug yourself, unable to regulate your emotions, hiccuping from all the tears,

"I can't do this! I have no idea how any of this works! I suck at everything I do! I will be such a terrible mom!"

But Sukuna is there for you each and every time, catching you anytime you fall. He wraps you in his strong arms, comforts you, pulls you against his muscular body, and lets you use his broad chest as your pillow, not caring at all that your tears and snot soak his t-shirt. He strokes your hair soothingly, cuddles you, and talks to you in that low, velvety voice. All soft and sweet, murmuring reassurance to you while he pets your hair,

"Shhh, it's ok, baby. You can do it. You'll be an amazing mommy. And even on the days when you can't do it, there will still be me who can do it for you. I won't let you down, ever. You aren't alone in this, princess. You will always have me."

It makes you cry even more. But the tears turn into tears of joy, affection, and love. Sukuna is your rock. To everyone else, he may seem like a superficial troublemaker who only wants to have fun, but you know a different side of him. The accidental pregnancy showed you that Sukuna is so much more than meets the eye. You know you can always count on your bad boy with the face tattoos and the pink hair. You know he will keep his word.

You snuggle gratefully against him in those moments, crying until you fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and loved and knowing that when you wake up a few hours later, things will look better again.

You talk to your doctor and schedule a planned c-section after seeing how big the twins are already at this point, making you freak out at the thought of trying a natural birth.

Your doctor laughs and tells you that it's no wonder they are big after seeing their daddy, and somehow, it gives you butterflies and makes you smile like an idiot, even as you nod and agree that, yes, Sukuna is really tall and big.

When you tell Sukuna the news, he is, on the one hand, proud that his brats are growing so healthily and seem to turn out just like him, but on the other hand, he is worried about you.

"I will be with you during the c-section. You better know that, princess."

"Of course, I know that, baby. But I am ok, really. I am not scared of the surgery. I am actually glad I don't have to try pressing those big boys out the natural way!"

You look at Sukuna, and his lips twitch, and then you both burst out laughing at the same time before he pulls you against him and hugs you loosely, careful not to squish your swollen belly too much.

Your baby bump is huge by now. You can't see your feet. You can't bend over. You can't move the way you want to. Your belly is heavy and in the way all the time now, and it's a bit annoying at this point.

But Sukuna always manages to make you feel better about it.

He constantly walks up to you, stands behind you, and reaches around you, cupping your swollen belly with both hands, joking about how it is exactly like the basketball he is used to from practice, only prettier.

And you laugh and complain playfully and turn around in his arms, kissing him while still smiling. And he smirks at you and informs you,

"I told you that you have me to take care of you, princess. Stop whining, and just come to me when you need help. It's really that easy."

He is right.

You tell Sukuna you are having trouble putting on your shoes, and Sukuna is instantly by your side. He makes you sit down again, takes your legs into his hands, puts your shoes on for you, and ties the shoelaces.

He is there when you need to pick up something. He is there to do the laundry for you and carry groceries and even your bag when he walks you to your classes. He is there to remind you that you should lie down and rest. And if you don't listen to him, Sukuna can still easily pick you up and just carry you to the bed or couch.

And as much as you are starting to get annoyed by your baby bump and your heavy breasts and swollen face and legs, Sukuna absolutely loves your pregnant body.

There are moments when you are close to tears and feel insecure about your new body shape, missing the way you used to look before, but Sukuna won't let you talk yourself down. He leaves no doubt about how attracted he is to you.

"Stop it, baby. You are so fucking sexy. You think you don't make my dick hard anymore? I'll show you how wrong you are about that, princess."

He walks up to you, making you gulp hard when you feel him stop behind you, his husky voice in your ear, hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

He presses his tall body against you while his large hands wander lovingly over your body, cupping your plump breasts, caressing your swollen belly, squeezing your squishy hips and thighs while hot, wet kisses trail up and down your neck and Sukuna rubs his rock-hard erection against your back, letting you feel how hard you still make him.

"If you weren't already round and swollen with my twins, I would fuck a baby into you right this second. But just because I can't knock you up again right now doesn't mean I can't fuck you."

Sukuna is careful to put you in positions that are comfortable for you and won't hurt the babies. And his thrusts are a bit gentler than usual, but his hips still roll against you with that perfect, sexy pace, dicking you down so good that it makes you sob his name and forget all about the insecurities you felt earlier.

You are lying on your side, and Sukuna is spooning you, fucking you from behind with those slow, deep strokes that make your head spin. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around your body, his hands squeezing your breasts, and he growls in your ear when a few droplets of milk already spill from your swollen tits.

You mewl when Sukuna doesn't wipe his hands on the sheets but licks your sticky milk off his fingers, groaning as if it's a sweet treat, telling you how good you taste.

He flicks his thumb over your puffy clit, making you scream with how good and intense everything feels with the pregnancy hormones and the increased blood flow in your body. Forgetting all about the insecurities you felt earlier as you give yourself to Sukuna and let him worship your pregnant body.

One of his hands is holding your swollen belly, while the other is between your thighs, spoiling your pussy with his loving caresses. And all the time, he praises you with that low, sexy voice, telling you how crazy you drive him.

You squeal loudly when your pleasure peaks, and you clench so hard around Sukuna's cock, that you take him with you over the edge, making him groan loudly against your neck while his large hands sprawl over your pregnant belly, holding it firmly as he ruts into you and spills his hot cum into you.

Sukuna is always sweet to you after sex, but even more so now that you are pregnant. You get cleaned, you get cuddled, you get praised, you get offered snacks, which makes you laugh softly and pull Sukuna into a deep kiss, telling him that the only snack you want right now is him.

All of this helps you accept the changes in your body and even appreciate them. Sukuna makes you feel desired and sexy, even when your legs and face are swollen, and your big baby bump makes it impossible for you to move the way you used to.

Sukuna loves your baby bump.

And not just during sex but all the time. He can't keep his hands off it. A large tattooed hand always rests on your swollen belly when you snuggle on the couch together, watching your favorite shows. Or at night, when you lie in bed, and Sukuna hugs you from behind. He even does it in public, proudly showing you and your baby bump off.

It makes you smile, thinking that just a few months ago, you and Sukuna were both freaking out about him accidentally knocking you up, but now you are both so at peace with how things are. Even happy and excited to share this new chapter of your life with each other.

You are standing in the baby room section of Ikea three weeks before your due date, a hand resting gently on your swollen belly, smiling when you feel your babies' occasional kicks.

Their daddy is busy picking out a changing table while looking completely out of place with his black clothes and intimidating-looking tattoos amidst all the white and pastel-colored furniture surrounding him.

He is sticking his tongue out in concentration, his tongue piercing glittering in the artificial light as he takes measurements with a measuring tape to determine which changing table fits better into the kid's room. And your chest fills with warmth as you watch him.

He is so focused, so invested. This is important to him. Your babies are important to him. You are important to him.

Before you even know it, you are standing behind Sukuna and wrap your arms around him, hugging him and snuggling against his broad back, at least as much as your huge baby bump allows.

Sukuna looks over his shoulder with that boyish grin on his tattooed face, looking so good that the sensation of your babies kicking you isn't the only fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"Do you want the blue changing mat or the yellow one, princess?"

You chuckle, unable to stop the broad smile spreading over your face,

"You are so sexy, daddy."

Sukuna's smirk grows bigger, and he lifts one eyebrow,

"You think this is sexy? Just wait until you see me giving our brats the bottle or changing their diapers."

"I'll probably faint from all the sexiness!"

You both start laughing at the same time. And Sukuna turns around to steal a few kisses before he wraps his strong arms around you and tells you about all the sexy dad things he will do when his brats are here.

And you both laugh as you stand there hugging and joking and flirting in the middle of Ikea, feeling as if you are in your own little bubble. And you kind of are, aren't you? This is your little family. Sukuna and you and the babies in your swollen belly.

And you realize that you can't wait for the little ones to finally be here. You can't wait to finally see Sukuna holding them, carrying them around in his tattooed arms, hearing him sing them to sleep with that sexy low voice, and seeing him be the proud daddy that you know he will be.

I WANT THAT SEXY DADDY IN MY LIFE AAAHHH 😭💗 This story became so much longer than I thought, but I just couldn't stop writing. I found so much comfort in this whole series. Our fave bad boy becoming all mature and responsible 💗

I hope you enjoyed Option B and that it could make you smile, too!! Thank you so much for all the sweet comments and tags on Part 1 and Option A. It was such a nice journey with y'all!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

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Mama's Boy | Part 4

Pair: Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's

Warning: Kinda sad, cozy moments, conflict, family problems

Note: This part may be a bit long, but I hope you still enjoy it. I think only one part is left, but we'll see. Do you like the reading to be this long or shorter?. btwI recently opened a KO-Fi…. if you want to leave any tips or support I would appreciate it (it would help me to buy real coffee xD).

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6(final)

7 years ago… You were quite calm decorating and cleaning your home, neytiri was out for a walk with kiri and baby tuk. While jake had gone out to practice with lo'ak and neteyam. Leaving you alone, and peaceful. But all that quiet was interrupted, when you heard a lo'ak crying. He came rushing in, straight towards you. He was wiping away the tears that were falling on his cheeks. "MAMA" lo'ak whimpers, coming towards you. Throwing himself into your arms, not caring what you were doing. The boy wrapped his arms around your neck, burying his face in your neck. Lo'ak was 7 years old, and already about your height. But that didn't stop his mother from comforting him, and right now he needed it. "Honey…what's wrong? You're hurt" you push him away a little, taking a quick look. You see that he doesn't have any injuries, so what was wrong with him. You hug him again, caress his back. And you cuddle him from side to side. Trying to calm the child down. After a couple of minutes, you feel lo'ak move away a little. You wipe his face a little. "Are you more calm?" you smile at him a little trying to comfort him.

"Yes…it's just that…" lo'ak tries to speak, but stops when he feels his tears coming again. "Calm down love…what's wrong" you speak, you were worrying about whatever had happened, it was really mortifying him. "I was with daddy…practicing my shots with my bow. It was my turn and " lo'ak takes a deep breath. You already knew what the boy was going to say, you gently caress his cheek. "I didn't get it right…and I would try again many times. But dad told me that neteyam was better at archery than me. And that's not true!!!" Lo'ak begins to cry. "Love…daddy only said that for your own good, to make you better" you know it's not right what jake said. You hated it when jake compared lo'ak to neteyam. "No…he said neteyam was much better than me in everything…that I should be like him. And I don't want to be like neteyam, neteyam is ugly" lo'ak yells a little.

"Hey, first neteyam is not to blame for anything…and second, I will talk to your father. But love…don't make a big deal out of those comments. Your father sometimes doesn't think about what he's going to say, okay?" you try to reassure the boy. "Why don't you go and find spider, and you two can play. Yeah?" you say, watching as the boy perks up.

That same night, you and Jake have a big argument. Even neytiri had to step in. She was never on either side. It was so bad, that you even took lo'ak and left the house to sleep with mo'at. Behind you were kiri and neteyam. "You can't take the children with you," shouts Jake in anger. "Of course I can, I'm not going to leave them here with an immature person" you shout back, neytiri was trying to rationalize with you. But she ends up following you, giving Jake a disapproving look.

Present day…

"mom…can you help me with this?" asks neteyam, approaching you. He was holding a pretty feather ornament. "Sure come here sweetie" you speak, inviting him to sit down in front of you. You get up from the floor, to now work on his hair. The whole family had gotten up early to finish packing, almost everything was ready. But there were more things to pack, now that they had spent time in the metkayina clan. As you worked on neteyam's hair, you noticed how the scar from his wound had healed, but it was still there. "Honey…I'm glad to see you are healing" you speak, listening as neteyam laughs but then goes silent. "mom for a moment i thought i was going to die and never see you again" neteyam says. Lo'ak was sitting on your left side, he heard what his brother said. He quickly tapped him on the shoulder. "Bro…don't say that" lo'ak didn't like to talk about it. You on the other hand felt sorry, you almost lost one of your babies and you weren't there. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and give him a hug. The tightest hug you can. "I would have found a way to see you, you know that right?" you speak, watching as the boy turns to look at you. "I know mom…that's why I stopped worrying" neteyam laughs a little. Settling down so you can continue to work on his hair.

Meanwhile tonowari was on his way to the sully's marui, that same morning he woke up early and discussed his decision with ronal, the woman strongly disagreed. She did not like the idea of having a human in her clan. But she had to support her partner's decision. Tonowari quietly approached the entrance of the marui and stood in silence. To his surprise, he had the scene that lo'ak was trying to explain to him the night before. Neteyam was sitting, while you were combing his hair. Lo'ak sat next to you eating a piece of fruit, while laughing with kiri. The children looked so happy around you, they felt safe. He walked in a little, causing his presence to be noticed by jake. The whole family looked at him. "tonowari…is something wrong?" asks jake, finding the man's presence in their home strange.

"I came here because I want to talk…to the whole family" says tonowari, looking at you quickly. I had to admit, your presence was strange. "Come in," says Jake. Everyone turns their attention to the man who had now sat down. "Your son…lo'ak" tonowari points to lo'ak quickly. Jake looks at him with concern, what lo'ak must have done now. Swallowing hard, praying it's nothing bad. "The boy talked to me and I must say he was mature enough to stand up for his mother" tonowari says.

"I'm sorry if he said something he shouldn't I" jake started to apologize, but tonowari raises his hand to pause him. "He didn't do anything wrong…in fact he convinced me. I accept that human stays between us" tonowari says, lo'ak looks at you and smiles wide. Holding your hand tightly. "Are you serious?" jake couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yes…I can imagine how bad it must be for the family not to have a member in it." Tonowari can see how everyone in the family gets excited. "But I have one condition," Tonowari says, staring at you. "Yes tell me…whatever" you speak, tonowari is surprised. For the first time he was talking to you face to face, he must admit you were very beautiful. And he could notice some features you shared with your son, lo'ak.

"I will give you a testing time. You will have to live as a metkayina, swim, fish, work as a metkayina. You will not be anyone's burden, and you will earn your own place here in the clan, that's for sure," says Tonowari. He was serious, you only had one chance. If you did something wrong, or made a mistake it was all over. "Don't worry, I will do my best. I assure you I won't cause any trouble," you say. "They're going to love her," says Kiri excitedly, getting up from the floor to hug you. This news makes the whole family happy. Tonowari says goodbye and leaves. The whole family is silent for a moment, analyzing what had happened. This was a lot of information, for such a short time. "Mom…you are staying here!!!" says lo'ak, the boy is so excited. He was about to cry. The only family member who hadn't said anything was jake, he was still sitting in the same position.

"Lo'ak…why did you go talk to tonowari and not say anything to me" jake sounded upset, in fact he looked upset. "Jake" neytiri starts talking, she already knew what jake was going to come out with. "Dad it's just that you had argued with him and I wanted to fix things" lo'ak tries to explain his point of view. "You know this could have ended worse" jake says, you pick yourself up off the floor. Making a noise like 'ha'. Jake looks at you in surprise. "I can't believe it, your son has done something wonderful. And instead of congratulating him…you're scolding him? You are unbelievable jake" you speak, while crossing your arms. Neytiri could see your position, and if there was one thing she knew, it was that you were not an easy woman. You might be small, but your character and the power you had over Jake was gigantic. "Okay, everybody calm down. Lo'ak you did a great job" neytiri reaches up to stroke the boy's face. "And jake…Y/N is right, no need to complain" neytiri speaks, hoping everything will calm down.

Jake takes a deep breath, stretching his arms in the air. Shaking his body a little, stretching out one of his hands to signal for you to come closer. He had a goofy grin on his face, when he felt you approach his arm. Skillfully grabbing your waist, with a quick movement pulling you into his body . Cuddling you into his arms, filling your cheeks with kisses as your laughter could be heard throughout the marui. This was supposed to be a moment of happiness for the family, they were finally going to be together after a long time apart. That same morning, everyone helped to unpack all the belongings. Neytiri was thankful that the heaviest things had not been packed, because they did have a lot of things. Also that night, the family celebrated like in the old days, of course…inside the marui and in silence. Preparing a good meal, dancing and laughing about the old days. It felt so nostalgic, it had been a long time since they had had such a good time.

Everyone got ready to rest. The boys settled into their hammocks, ready to sleep. As in the old days, you went one by one to say good night to them. Giving them a kiss on the forehead. First it was tuk, then kiri, then neteyam and for the last it was lo'ak. "Goodnight my precious baby" you speak, giving him a kiss on the forehead. Watching as lo'ak giggles tenderly, he looked so adorable like that. "Mama can you sleep with me?" lo'ak asks you, causing a smile from you. "Love…" you didn't know what to say to him, lo'ak was too old for you to sleep with him. But you felt sorry for your boy, he had missed you so much. But if you were going to be fair, all the children in the family had asked to sleep with you. Just before you could give an answer, Jake came up behind you. "ahh no, your mom is going to sleep with us…and that's it" says jake, seeing how lo'ak's face is one of sadness. "I promise you that later mom will sleep with you, ok?" you speak, saying goodbye again to lo'ak.

Jake and you walked away. Jake looked back, to see lo'ak giving him a dirty look. This surprised Jake, chuckling to himself. As he walked you over to the hammock you shared. "Ney" you hum, as you climb into the hammock. Snuggling into neytiri's chest, she snuggles you into her arms. Feeling jake settle in behind you. "Your son hates me," jake says, burying his head in the back of your neck. "Which one?" you speak, as neytiri lets out a laugh. "Hey" jake slaps you on your ass. You and neytiri continue to laugh. "I'm talking about lo'ak, you would have seen the way he looks at me" jake was still shocked, lo'ak had never looked at him like that. "You asked for it…you're taking his mom" says neytiri. "Yeah but his mom…she's ours too, isn't she?" says jake, leaving a few wet kisses on your neck. Neytiri hugs you tighter on her chest, you felt so good. You had missed them too much.

2 months later…

You had gotten used to life in the new clan pretty fast. You had started taking some lessons with ronal on fishing, since you couldn't ride an ilu. You had to do everything the traditional way, according to the na'vis. But for you it was normal, humans had to do things traditionally all the time. So fishing with a net, collecting the things you had to use, even though it was more difficult, you had managed it. Ronal was still not very sure about you, whenever you were with her there was always your bodyguard, Neytiri. Your partner did not leave you alone with Ronal at any time. According to Neytiri Ronal could tempt you with your life. You thought she was overreacting, but you didn't argue with neytiri about such things, she had always been that way with you.

On the other hand, tonowari could tell that everything jake and lo'ak had told her about you was true. You were the most peaceful person he had ever met. He had barely listened to you, well… he hadn't talked to you much. But whenever he saw you, you were always with your children, or helping a clan member. Tonowari would approach the na'vis and ask them what they thought of you. They would always respond with a 'she is very nice''I like her, she is a very good person'. This would relieve it a little, but you were still on probation.

On the other hand, your relationship with your family was in a good state, better than ever. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. Or so you thought. It was morning around 10:00 am as far as you could calculate. Kiri had insisted the night before that you accompany her to look for shells on the beach where she liked to go. You accepted without a problem, you had nothing to do and wanted to spend time with one of your girls. Lo'ak was invited to the expedition, of course he didn't have to ask…he was always with you. If he wasn't with his friends, it was behind you. "Hey…watch out, the sun looks like it's going to be very hot" says neytiri. If the sun was bad for the na'vi, it was worse for you. You joke a little, watching as neytiri approaches you to put some kind of cream on you to protect you from the sun. You and Jake joked that this was a sunblock bomb, because the smell was so strong. "Ahh I hate that smell!!!" you complain, but neytiri nips you a little to stop you from moving. "Yeah…but you're going to thank me when you don't get burned like a tapirus" neytiri sounds angry, seeing that you don't take her concern seriously.

You say goodbye and leave with kiri and lo'ak towards the beach. They arrived quickly, the place was very close. Kiri was lying in the water, sinking her face from time to time. While you were sitting next to her, you had your head back and your eyes closed. Enjoying the warmth, it had rained a lot the previous days. The weather felt great. While lo'ak was playing eywa knows where. You could just hear the water splashing in the distance. Out of nowhere, you feel someone approach and make a spray of water fall on your face. "Lo'ak…watch out!!!" you scold, seeing the boy laughing in front of you. He looked like a puppy about to make a mischief. "Mom, I want you to meet someone?" says lo'ak. This gets your attention, settling in straight to look at him. "Is it a girl? Tsireya?" you ask, lo'ak gets nervous and moves his face in a 'no' expression. "It's something better…it's my other brother" lo'ak says, you look at him curiously. Lo'ak had gone crazy, as far as you knew the only brother he had was neteyam. "You mean teyam?" you say.

Lo'ak lets out a laugh, as he sits closer to you. "Mama no, he is ahhh he is a tulkun. I want you to meet him" lo'ak was excited, he wanted you to meet payakan. You think about it for a while, but you accept. You couldn't say no to that adorable little face. You tap kiri's shoulder. The little girl lifts her face. "What happened, Mom?" speaks Kiri, and you brush a few strands of hair out of her face. "Honey I'm going for a walk with lo'ak do you want to go?" you ask her. "Nooo mama just you and me" lo'ak complains, crossing his arms. "You don't have to yell…mom don't worry I'll be here a while longer and then I'll go home" kiri says.

"Ok….but be very careful. I trust you" you speak, watching as Kiri smiles at you and goes back to playing with the little fish in the area. You get up from the water, accompanying lo'ak. He was already jumping up and down with excitement. Telling you all about his friend, how he met him and where he came from. All while walking towards his ilu. The trip was quite fast, lo'ak arrived getting up a little from his ilu. Calling out his friend's name. "Mama he will be here soon" lo'ak looks around, seeing if he saw his friend. "Don't worry if he doesn't come" you speak up, but remain silent when you see as a shadow below you. "Here he is!!!" lo'ak says, excited. Payakan comes out of the water, making a noise of greeting. "Payakan look…this is my mom. Remember I told you about her?" says lo'ak moving to the side, to take your hand. So that you would come closer to him. Lo'ak sometimes forgot that your legs were shorter and you were smaller. But you manage to stand now on the creature's flipper. While lo'ak's ilu begins to swim around.

"Mama he is payakan my brother…and payakan she is my mama" lo'ak speaks, petting the creature. Tulkun makes another noise, and you startle a little. You had to admit that this was very new to you. You still didn't understand the language of signs very well, let alone this creature. "mama he says you are very pretty" says lo'ak. You could see the look of pride on his face, this was very important to him. "Thank you" you look at payakan, and he gets excited. Making a stream of water come out of his back. "Mama likes you very much" lo'ak says. You giggle a little, reaching over to pet the creature. It was very amazing and majestic. You and lo'ak spent the whole afternoon playing and hanging out together. For a moment, you just sit in lo'ak's ilu, watching the boy swim and play with his friend. You loved seeing him like that, so happy and carefree.

After a while, for some reason you started to feel sick. You had felt dizzy that morning, but you didn't think it was important. But now you were feeling worse, the dizziness was getting stronger and your vision was getting quite blurry. And not to mention the headache and stomach pain you were getting. "L-lo'ak" you yell under your breath. You were already writhing in pain, you lean forward. Trying to get your balance. The ilu of lo'ak noticed something was going on, and began to make a lot of noise. Catching lo'ak's attention, the boy stops swimming and takes a look at your location. He can tell how you were moving oddly, and his ilu looked a little uneasy.

He swims as fast as he can, coming towards you. "MAMA, MAMA!!!" lo'ak approaches and tries to get your attention. Lifting your shoulder, but he sees how you don't respond. You had fainted, your body was resting in the ilu. "Mom get up, what's wrong with you!!!" lo'ak is getting very desperate, what had happened to you, you were fine minutes ago. Maybe the sun was too strong, or you were sick. Lo'ak climbs into his ilu, carrying you in his arms. Leaving for the clan, he made his ilu swim as fast as possible, but he could not hold back his tears. You were still not getting up and he was getting desperate. "mama please…get up" shouts lo'ak shaking you a little. The trip back was a long one for lo'ak, arriving at the coast. Shouting his father's name for him to arrive. "Dad!!!dad!!!help!!!" shouts lo'ak.

Jake had arrived at the marui, he was accompanied by neytiri. Kiri had told them that you and lo'ak had gone for a walk. But she didn't tell them where you were going, this made Jake a little nervous. Jake was very careful with you, and even more so since you were on probation. You couldn't cause trouble or else they would have to leave. Jake hears the shouts of lo'ak, who were approaching the marui. "What's going on?" neytiri gets up from the ground, running to the entrance accompanied by jake. Watching as lo'ak enters with his mother in his arms. You had woken up on the road, but a you were still very dizzy. "Y/N!!!" neytiri takes you in her arms, and quickly places you on the ground. "Lo'ak what happened…what happened?" shouts jake, sitting down next to neytiri. Watching as the woman tried to stabilize y/n. "Honey, come on open your eyes" says jake, tapping you on the cheek. While neytiri placed a wet cloth on her forehead, jake tried to get your oxygen machine to pump out more oxygen (here I'm talking about the mask the reader is wearing).

After a while, neytiri managed to get you up. "Take some water" neytiri speaks, stroking your hair. You were sitting up, feeling tired and even a little dizzy. Lo'ak was standing all this time, watching as his parents tried to help you. "Don't worry…it was just a dizzy feeling" you laugh a little. "A simple dizziness…ma y/n you were unconscious" neytiri speaks annoyed. Meanwhile jake was walking from one side of the marui to the other. "Lo'ak what the hell happened? What did you do?" jake looks at lo'ak intensely. "I…mom and I were at the sea. We were visiting payakan" lo'ak says timidly. The poor boy looks at you quickly, trying to seek your help. "J-jake" you speak softly. But you watch as your partner ignores you, and moves closer to lo'ak. "Why are you so ignorant…you know that's a dangerous place for your mother" jake yells.

"But daddy" lo'ak tries to defend himself. "Dad nothing… why are you like this? You're fucking irresponsible" jake yells again. But the words were like a knife to lo'ak, jake was acting as if the boy had caused this on purpose. "JAKE" you yell, getting up from the ground. Neytiri tries to stop you, but you walk towards jake. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you look at Jake in shock. "I'm telling him the truth, why can't he behave like neteyam" says jake.

"Because he's not neteyam!!!!" you yell as loud as you can. Lo'ak wipes away some tears and runs out of the marui. "Lo'ak come over here!!!" jake was going to stop lo'ak, but you stop him. "What do you want him to stay for?" you were annoyed, jake was always going overboard with lo'ak. He didn't half like how he talked to his son. "Why do you keep comparing lo'ak to neteyam? They are completely different people. Besides this whole situation is not his fault" you speak.

"But he knows he shouldn't take you to that place," Jake speaks. "Jake, I'm a grown woman…I do what I want. And I'm getting sick and tired of this attitude you have with our kids. I'm reaching my limit" you were so upset, you were turning red with anger. "Y/N listen to me" jake tries to speak.

"I don't want to listen to you…this isn't something that's happening now. This has been going on for years. Have you ever wondered why your children look at you with fear, because yes, they are afraid of you? Have you ever asked them how they feel or what they want to do, no. You just give orders and think that everyone is doing what they want to do. You just give orders and think everyone here is going to follow them." You yell, pacing a bit all over the marui. Neytiri was sitting on the floor watching and listening to all the discussion. She wasn't saying anything, because she knows you were right.

"I think I'm tired of this…I love you Jake, I love you with all my soul, but I think it's best if we go back to our home… "You lower your head, you felt bad and this whole situation was exhausting you more. You didn't want it to escalate to this level. "Let's go home?" jake gets a little confused, glancing quickly at neytiri. She lifts her shoulders, she didn't know what you were talking about. "I will go with lo'ak to our home, live with mo'at. If any of the children want to leave with me I will take them. But I will not leave them here…getting this treatment. Because they deserve to have a normal childhood" you had tears in your eyes. Leaving Jake there silent and stunned, as you walked towards the Marui's balcony. Neytiri gets up quickly chasing after you.

"Y/N!!!" neytiri holds your hand, you didn't want to look at her. You were too overwhelmed. "Tell me what you are saying is not true. You love us, you love me and Jake. We can work this out." neytiri makes you look at her. She knew you were right, but she couldn't let you go. Let one of her children go away. "I can't stand jake" you yell a little. Neytiri stands there in silence, she knew you weren't really saying it, you loved Jake. Something was happening to you. "You are not serious" neytiri sounded sad. "Ney…let's go away, the two of us, let's go back home. I need to be home" you start crying, the more you talk. Neytiri pulls you to her chest, wrapping you in a very tight hug. "Ma y/n…be calm. I miss our home too" says neytiri. Sitting there, with you in her arms.she sensed something was happening to you, something in you was changing, you weren't like that. Meanwhile, Jake was not far from you. He felt so bad…this was his fault.

"Do you think mom will leave us?" tuk looks at neteyam and kiri. The group of kids had been spying on their parents, when they saw lo'ak come out of the marui. The boy was sitting next to neteyam. He was still teary-eyed. "Well I'm going to my mama's," said lo'ak, he was upset. "I…I don't know. But I don't want mom to leave" neteyam looks back inside the marui. This is the first time he has seen his parents argue like this.

P.s I promise I will upload the next part soon. But I would like to know what you guys think so far. And what do you think is going to happen?

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[agere-fics]

cg logan with gn reader where logan is teaching reader how to tie their shoes but reader is just staring at logan confused because theyre just a baby rn

i love this idea, thank you for requesting!!

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logan loved you very, very much. the day you told him about your regression, he was a hundred percent supportive. he didn't quite get it but the idea of being your caregiver, your dada? he was sold.

he did the best he could, but some things still stumped him. like, what might be hard for you to do when you're little.

"alright, sweetheart." you sat on the bottom steps of the indoor stairs. your dada stood in front of you, one hand on his hip, the other scratching his scruffy chin. "let's make sure you've got everything."

you stared at him with wide, attentive eyes.

logan squinted at that. usually, you've always got something to say. maybe today's not a talkative day. "alright, do you have your coat?"

you palmed your coat.

"gotcha. do you have your ear muffs?"

you rubbed the fuzzy ear covers that sat around your neck.

"got the ear muffs. let's see uh... do you have your shoes?"

you lifted your foot and wiggled your toes through your bluey themed socks.

"well, you can't walk out there barefoot." he chuckled at himself. "be right back, bun."

he arrived a little bit later with your black and white sneakers and knelt in front of you. he grabbed your foot, placing it on his knee. he lifted a shoe, slid it on your foot, then he did the other.

"tie your shoes, bub. gotta get your sippy filled."

he sped to the kitchen to grab your favorite cup, filling it with water. when he came back, you were staring down the hallway he walked down, your shoes still untied.

"what's the matter, bub?"

you looked at him with wide eyes, fiddling with the zipper on your coat.

"here, let me show ya." he knelt down. "hold these two laces up like this. now, we're gonna make an x, like x-men. the rabbits gonna go into this hole here and then we pull. now, from here, we're gonna make two bunny rabbit ears, that might be easiest for ya. gonna do the same thing. a bunny ear x, the bunny goes into the hole, and then all done. you got that, bub?"

you stared blankly at him, little giggles escaped from you.

"oh. how old we feelin', sweetheart?"

you reached up to gently pull and play with his hair. he chuckled at bit. not at you but just at the situation. you were feeling way too small to tie your own shoes, and that's a-okay.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Good Girl | Bucky x Reader | Mutually Beneficial AU | Drabble

You don't listen to Sarge's instructions during a mission so he has to show you that you can be a good girl if you try.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, dom!Bucky, dirty talk, pet names & honourifics, clothing dispartiy and leather kink.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Mutually Beneficial Masterlist

Bucky dragged you to the back of the plane, sliding the panel that separated the main sitting area from a small cargo hold at the back.

Sam had shouted that the both of you should behave, there was no worry about that. You'd behave now, the fire behind Bucky's eyes told you you'd behave for a long time after this as well.

"You could have died" he hissed, hauling you up onto the large container box. Even though he was looking up at you now, you still felt small. Stupid. Tears welled in your eyes as he continued to berate you, that you were an agent first, that you were supposed to follow orders because they keep you safe.

He looked up from his tirade to see the tears begin to roll and stepped forward, back into your space.

"Babydoll?" He dropped his voice, quiet now, and wary.

"I'm so sorry" you sobbed, letting the tears over flow and pour down your face "I'm so sorry, I wanna follow orders, I wanna be good, I thought-" you hiccuped "I thought you were in danger, I couldn't-" hiccup "bare it".

Strong hands cupped your face, brushing your tears away, his hands cold from his leather gloves.

"Oh, Babydoll, that's why?"

You nodded, voice failing you. Bucky wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close and burying his own face in your leather clad chest.

"I wanna be good" you whispered "I wanted to be good. I - I love you is all and I"

He looked up, pressing his thumb to your lips, salty and red from your tears.

"I love you too, Baby, I'm sorry. You are good, you are" he ran a hand over your hair.

"Even though I didn't follow your orders?"

"Even though you didn't follow my orders. I can't blame you, I'd have done the same thing" he murmured.

"Will you tell me I'm good again? I feel...bad" you flushed, trying to hide your embarrassed face in his neck.

"Yeah? You need to feel like my good girl again?" The words went straight through you like electricity.

"Yes, yes please, Sarge" you did your best innocent eyes, blinking slowly and biting his thumb, still resting against your mouth.

"Hmmm... okay" he narrowed his eyes but the low grin he was hiding gave him away "Let's get you out of this" he plucked at the leather jacket and polyester combat trousers you were wearing, a few knife cuts against the legs from your earlier tussel.

Bucky backed across the small hold to the thin bench against the wall of the plane as you stripped, patting his knee "c'mon then, Babydoll, c'mere like my good girl, my best girl"

On wobbly legs you walked across the space, you felt dizzy, sick like you'd been poisoned by your own lust. Falling into his lap he spread your legs over his own, knees widening until your body hovered between you.

He pulled you down by your tag, holding you still while he kissed you, biting at your bottom lip and pulling away enough to look you in the eye.

"That's my Babydoll" he slid a leather clad hand across your wet folds, the cold material drawing stark attention to his tight black attire and your complete lack of clothing. The thought made you gush, fresh slick coating the leather as he pushed two fingers in "What a good girl, all wet for me."

He leaned forward making you clutch at his jacket for balance "think you could get wetter"

You moaned a response, you're sure you could, the question was more whether you'd survive it.

His fingers stilled, your hips winding in response, trying to find purchase, friction, something. Bucky chuckled darkly, biting the lobe of your ear until you cried out. His other hand shot up, covering your mouth. Without his support you dug your hands deeper into his clothes, feet barely touching the floor as your legs dangled over his thighs.

"Hush, Baby" you quietly moaned against his mouth, moving your hips again "I know what you need, my desperate girl can't wait any longer, can you" you shook your head, trying to stay quiet "and you want to be a good girl for your Sergeant, right?" You nodded "then you'll fuck yourself" you moaned again, his hand tightening over your lips "quietly! Or not at all. Can you do that?" You nodded. His hand moved away "tell me"

"I can do that, Sarge"

"Do what"

"Fuck myself, Sarge" you were so deeply ashamed of how much you needed this, but God, he was right, you were wetter, your arousal dripping on the floor.

"How?"

"On your fingers, Sarge" his deep chuckle was back.

"Good girl, yes, but I was looking for quietly"

"Yes, yes quietly, Sarge, I'll be quiet, I'll be good, Sarge, promise, so good"

He brought his legs a little closer together, your toes just touching the floor and giving you enough leverage to bounce on his hand.

"Then show me"

[esotericbluntbaby]

musician!hamzah x reader headcannons (sfw!)

-in the studio, you shower your boyfriend with immense support. in return, probably 75% of his earnings go to you. he isn't really a "serious" musician, just someone who decided to try it out just for shits and giggles. however, you treat him in the studio like he's the next drake or kendrick. expensive dates, perfumes, clothes, you name it; he got it for you. you deserve it for listening to so many takes of him saying the same thing over and over again.

- when he's producing, you're on his lap the entire time. he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your thigh as he creates, squeezing every now and then. he whispers in your ear asking for your opinion on the beat he just made.

"what's your thoughts, pretty?"

"i like it. i think you should add some more bass, though, maybe add it right after the adlib?"

"why are you so smart? my musical genius girlfriend over here is so smart. why didn't i think of that?" he says as he kisses the crevice where your neck meets your shoulder.

- you stay with him out of the booth as he's recording vocals, mostly bringing your schoolwork or a hobby of yours to do. he enjoys your company even when you can't be together in the same room. he stares as you through the window when there's a lyric that he wrote about you or reminds him of you, smirking a crooked grin as you blush.

- he writes you a couple love songs that are soft and gentle. he learned acoustic guitar, since half the time freddie dredd type beats don't match the vibe he wants to give off. he sees you as his angel and worships you like you're a higher being, so he wants the music he makes for you to be as soothing as you are to him. sometimes, you sit on his lap and strum the guitar as his fingers hold each chord. during the moment, hamzah wants your souls to intertwine during the vulnerability of playing music together.

"y'know, i think it's moments like this where i fall in love with you all over again."

"hamzah, i just fucked up the rhythm like 5 times."

"so? you look so focused; it's cute."

- though he writes you love songs just for you to listen, you're always mentioned in his songs that are released to the public. there's always something that his listeners simply know was about you, from him describing your hair or him mentioning a quirk of yours. you find it so endearing that his artistry will always have bits and pieces of you in it.

- if he has to focus on recording, you'll drop off lunch and eat with him before leaving to go do something of your own like errands or simply hanging out with friends. each time you come into the studio, especially when he's recording his vocals, his face immediately changes from a focused, stone expression to one of excitement and love.

- sometimes, he asks you to record some vocals that he can use as a backup vocals. even if it's just an adlib or a certain noise he asks you to create, he'll always have you do it. no matter who he's working with, he'll always like the way you add a little oomph to his track.

"hamz, i sound so stupid doing this. i've just been making the same noise for like 12 takes and it still doesn't sound right."

"nah, i got the final cut like 7 takes ago. i just wanted to see how long you'd do this for without realizing."

"literally fuck you," you joke, rolling your eyes and laughing.

he kisses your cheek, "i love you, baby!"

- whenever he performs live, even if it's just at a houseparty, you're always his biggest supporter. you'd stare at him from where you are, most likely hanging out with his friends as he raps, as your eyes glisten and gleam at your boyfriend. to which, he winks at you after realizing how cute his girlfriend is when she's supporting him. after he's done, he immediately ventures to find you, kissing you on the forehead and hugging you as soon as he spots you.

- you are his muse. simply looking at you allows him to create, which is why he loves you as much as he does.

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authors note!

sigh musician!hamzah will be the death of me. can you tell i've been listening to six feet on repeat for the past like week? enjoy babes :p

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

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When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[reverie-starlight]

{PILLOWS- kuroo t.}

BIRTHDAY BOY!!!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!

here’s some silly kuroo fluff for you. originally I had another idea for his bday fic, but I decided on this instead. it's not bday specific, though, sorry :(

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. all fluff, this is sickeningly sweet actually. lowercase intentional. cuteness aggression but not really, reader has trouble asking for things. I make use of one (1) recognizable joke and you're not allowed to say anything about it. it's good dialogue and he's a dork, you can't tell me he wouldn't do this.

“I want to throw a pillow at you.”

kuroo turned around from where he was sitting at his desk and slow blinked at you. “I’m sorry, you what?”

you giggled at the silly, incredulous expression on his face from your own spot on the couch in his apartment and tried to quell the ever-growing feeling of affection for him in your stomach.

“you heard me.”

he gave a dramatic sigh and threw his head back before standing up and walking over to you. he made a big show of taking the decorative pillows from the couch (ones that you had insisted he should get a month ago when you were walking past the home section in that one department store despite not even living together) and dropping them on the ground.

“may I ask why you’d like to attack your precious, doting, loving boyfriend?” he questioned as he crawled on top of you and nuzzled his face into your chest.

your hands immediately got to work running through his messy black hair. “because I love you.”

you said it so simply that for a moment he almost accepted it without question. almost. “…explain?”

it was silent in his tokyo apartment for a few moments and he tilted his head up to look at you. what surprised him wasn’t the lack of response, but rather the look on your face. it was almost as though you were struggling to find the right words.

that was fine. he could see you needed a little push, so he handed you a pillow and smiled when you gently bonked him on the forehead with it. nothing harder than that with how close in proximity you two were to each other. you dropped the pillow back down after that.

he gave you the time you needed and rested his head back on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

finally there was an inhale and your sweet voice reached his ears once more. “sometimes I just get... overwhelmed with affection for you. it bubbles up and I don’t know any other way to get it out besides annoying you and getting playful.”

he holds himself up on his forearms and looks down at you- wholly amused, if his stupid smirk was anything to go by. “so, cuteness aggression, but like, affectionate aggression instead? does that technically count as the same thing?”

you nod and wrap your arms around his neck. “yeah. throwing a pillow at you feels like I’m knocking all my love and support into you.”

he snorts and presses kisses to your cheek. “that's adorable. you can just ask me for affection if you want it, baby.”

you pout, and he knows exactly what’s about to come out of your mouth. “you know I’m not good at asking.”

and he did know. throughout your relationship, he had realized that you’re not good at asking for the things you want- no, need. affection always seemed to be on his terms. you would only ever offer it if he had already made a move, and you always returned it equally. that was fine with him, of course, and you had gotten better about it in the past year you'd been together, but you still struggled a bit.

he knew you were trying, though (even this conversation was a step forward for you), and that was all that mattered to him. until you got fully comfortable with it, he was more than capable of reading your mood and knowing your tells.

he pressed a couple more kisses to your face, which showed clear signs that you were enjoying the contact, and smiled. “I know, baby.”

it was quiet for a few more moments before you felt him smile into your skin. his shoulders shook and his voice sounded strained. "hey, maybe 'I want to throw a pillow at you' will be our 'always'."

he peeked out from your neck sporting a grin to see the glorious sight of you staring up at the ceiling and struggling to not laugh. "I take it back, I actually want to throw things at you because I hate you."

he cackled and you let loose a few small laughs of your own, reaching a hand down to arm yourself with the pillow from earlier. before he could realize what you were doing, you smacked the pillow against his back a few times and his head shot up. he was back to hovering above you in an instant with a dark, mischievous look in his eye.

"you are really not in a position to be doing that sweetheart," he shifted his weight to one arm so that one of his hands could freely move down to dig into your side. "especially after what you just told me."

you squirmed and struggled, whining out apologies you both knew were meaningless, before you somehow managed to grab hold of his wrist and throw him off balance. you made your escape (not before attacking him with another round of soft smacks from the pillow to hopefully keep him down) and he gave you five seconds before he was darting after you.

it didn't take long for him to catch up at all.

"what's the matter, baby?" he taunted, scooping you up and carrying you to the bed, chuckling along with you as he tried and failed to keep up his menacing act. he threw you on the bed and dug his fingers back into your sides. you shrieked and tried to grab at anything you could reach to defend yourself.

"you said you were feeling affectionate, right? I'm just trying to return that tenfold. that's what you wanted wasn't it?" he laughed and dodged your attempts to fend him off. "that's why you kept hitting me with those pillows? because you're just soooo full of love for me?"

eventually he ended his attack and admired the giggly mess you had become. he shook his head fondly and laid down next to you. "you're adorable. even if you need to throw things at me to let me know you want some attention."

you rolled onto you side so that you were nose to nose and smiled brightly at him. "I love you."

his eyes softened and he ran his knuckles over your soft cheek. "I love you too. and..." then they grew mischievous again and you felt a pillow hit your back this time.

"...I kind of want to throw a pillow at you, too, baby."

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if the ending feels rushed, it's cause I had two midterms this week and I'm drainedddd. but I just had to get something out for the loml. this makes up for me choosing to do an osamu bday fic over an atsumu one this year, right? I still feel guilty for that :') hope you enjoyed <33

[coff-in]

ok Ok wait I'm here for angst consider!! Yan! Andrew and Older Sister Reader post Decay route, where reader walks in an Andrew right after he kills Ashley and talks him down or straight up restrains him from killing her/himself, promising to give him something to live for. She can't save Ashley, but she can save her remaining—however fucked up he may be—sibling right? However, all this means is that Andrew becomes even more yan than he already was and basically guilt-trips the reader and traps her with him. Regardless of where they go, regardless of who they meet, he can't stand being a step away from her. And if she doesn't listen, then all he has to do is pull out the knife again and put it to his own neck.

notes from coff-in: Teehee. I'm sorry if this isn't as angsty as you expected it to be. I don't usually read angsty stuff and this is my first time writing something like this. I saw this ask and just knew that I had to answer it as soon as possible, hehe. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is older than andrew by about 2 years, this is a follow up to my previous "older sister reader" headcanons

I'll keep you in my arms and never let go.

(GOD THIS IDEA IS SO TOXIC, I LOVE IT!!!)

Big sis [reader] straight up runs up to Andrew, catching him off guard and gripping the hand holding the cleaver, BEGGING him not to kill himself.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop it! You can stay with me, you can have me, please! Don’t do it, Andrew, don’t do it! You can have me… don’t leave me… please…” [reader]’s fucking crying as she retrains his arm and hand, trying to pull the cleaver out of his hands. (I’m sorry for the poor writing, I saw this ask and all my neurons started rapid-firing ideas all at once).

She’s devastated about Ashley’s death– she was her younger sister after all– but she also tries to distance herself from what happened for the sake of Andrew. She can’t linger on the past when Andrew is right there asking for her help.

(I just realized that the Decay vision takes place in a future we don’t know much about yet, so I’m going to make some stuff up!)

When Ashley died in the demon/dream world her body in real life was left as a soulless husk of some sort. [reader] offered to just kill Ashley’s body and bury her somewhere discreet but Andrew said that he wanted to eat her. A weird final farewell but she’d do it for her little brother.

During dinner, Andrew asked [reader] a question that binded her to him forever: “You promise to never leave me, right?”

The answer fell out of her mouth so naturally that she didn’t even consider the consequences that could follow: “I promise to never leave you, Andrew.”

[reader] and Andrew leave the town they were living in to start anew somewhere else, to putting everything that had happened behind them. Andrew’s never been the youngest sibling before. [reader] dotes and babies him a lot not only since he’s her little brother but her only sibling now. She makes sure that he’s always comfortable wherever they go and gets a job to support the household.

Andrew doesn’t like the idea of his big sis getting a job. She would be talking to other people for most of the day… She wouldn’t be there for him! At first he stalks her workplace, then he tries to get a job working in the same office with [reader] so that they can be close. When that doesn’t work, Andrew waits for his big sis to return to their new home that night. A sharp kitchen knife sits comfortably in his tight grip.

{reader]’s boss had kept her at the office later than what she expected to make up overtime. He’s not waiting on taking advantage on his new employee, it seemed. She sighed as she walked up to the new motel Andrew and her were staying at. As she dugged through her coat pockets for her keys she noticed that one of the lights were on inside.

‘He must’ve had another nightmare again,’ [reader] thought to herself as her hand finally found the motel room keys. He had been racked with awful nightmares ever since Ashley died. Every night he would come to [reader]’s bed and asked if he could sleep with her. He said that it helped him sleep. At some point they stopped trying to sleep in separate beds and now they just shared one.

She entered the motel room and saw Andrew leaning against the kitchen counter. Neither of them made a sound as [reader] closed the door behind her. “I’m home. Sorry I came back late,” [reader] said as she proceeded to take off her coat, “My boss kept me back later than I expected.” Andrew never took his eyes off of his older sister. His silence was scaring her. “Did you get a nightmare?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you…” Andrew answered her silently. “I needed you… and you weren’t there.” His grip tightened on the knife in his hand and [reader] finally noticed it, its glint reflecting the motel room’s light. She stared to realize that this conversation was heading into a very dangerous direction.

“I’m sorry,” [reader] started as she took a slow step closer to Andrew, approaching him like he was a scared animal, “I’m sorry that I came home late, Andrew. I didn’t mean to… not be here with you.” In a flash, Andrew brings the knife’s sharp edge to his neck, the two surfaces a hair’s breath away from kissing and spilling blood.

“Then don’t go! Don’t leave me again!” Andrew yelled at [reader] as she stood in shock. “You promised that you’d never leave and you did! Don’t you love me, sis? Don't I mean anything to you?” [reader] quickly closed the gap between her and her brother and grabbed his hands just like she did when… when she saw…

“Of course I love you, Andrew! I’m sorry!”

'I’m so tired of your sorry’s. They don’t mean shit!'

[reader] wrapped her arms Andrew and hugged him, trying to run away from that moment. She wouldn’t lose another sibling. Not tonight. Not again. “I won’t go back. I won’t leave you again, Andrew.” Andrew wrapped his arms around his big sister and buried his face into the side of her head.

“Promise?” He whispered in her ear, smiling.

"Promise."

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coff-in

[mjrtaurus]

Omg, Gabe getting Ryu to play Nesting Grounds with him and Ryu being scared because he doesn't want to break or rip any of Gabe's toys since he's still of the mind that someone with the Arms Arms Fruit like him can't be gentle.

But then Gabe puts a stuffed animal in his lap that's going to be his 'baby' and Ryu instantly holds it with a hand behind the head and the other delicately supporting its body. Like gentleness is second-nature to him. This game puts him at peace like nothing ever has before which of course gets the Monkey D crybaby genes acting up, and Gabe is a very empathetic child so it gets to him too. That's how Dragon and Crocodile walked in on them crying and getting snot all over a plush axolotl.

When Crocodile was still with the fledgling Revolutionary Army, one of the things that Dragon was adamant on in training with the newer recruits was not what a weapon was meant for, but when. It was good to know how to wield one correctly and skillfully, but if you can’t learn when you should or should not be using it, you couldn’t be trusted with one.

Crocodile can see how some of that philosophy bleeds into Ryu. Or perhaps Ryu is how Dragon might been when he was forming that philosophy. More than a little bit scared of and doubtful of himself.

He consults with Dragon about this. Ryu is a gentle soul. As gentle as they come, really. But he’s a hurt soul, too. A hurt soul makes for a frightened child, and when a child is frightened, they fall back on instinct. Ryu has been created for violence to be the failsafe. He doesn’t mean for it to be the case, but it’s simply in his coding.

They’re trying to figure something out on that. Another visit from Uncle Franky will be necessary here.

In the meantime, while they get the kid adjusted, Dragon has a gift. Well… not so much a gift as a tool to be used at Ryu’s own discretion.

A small, child-sized ring made of low grade seastone, made to suppress the wearer’s devil fruit without draining them of energy. It’s made to look like a very plain piece of jewelry, undesirable to a thieves and made difficult to identify as the mineral in question. It was meant for helping child devil fruit users to have an “off switch” to their powers, should those be overtly dangerous. The idea behind is to ease said child into how to control their powers.

A little rain deity capable of flooding islands with hurricanes, toppling mountains with earthquakes, and sending hundreds to their maker with the payload of a single drop of venom… that’s just as terrifying a thing for a kid to be as a walking armory.

The ring had served Dragon well in his youth. Maybe it would do the same for Ryu.

When the little angel puts the ring on, starry eyes soften with relief as the presence of the fruit becomes distant. Not cut off, never cut off, but distant.

Ryu plays a lot more, keeping the band tucked under his shirt on a chain around his neck for any impromptu size shifting shenaniganary. There will be a time when he’s ready to tackle his devil fruit, but for now they’re all content for him to be a child.

[socialistexan]

Hear me out. Conservatives want to hold pride month at gunpoint, right? Make the consequences for having anything queer in the store so high that they just can't afford to do it. What if we do the opposite? Go out of our way to support anyone who does risk their necks by making pride merch. There's been a trend to say rainbow capitalism is surface level and manipulative and not to be supported, but this year I think it's important to make a statement. Conservatives are saying 'if you dare to sell the merchandise of my enemy I will commit vandalism and pull 14% of your stocks'. They're justifying it by focusing on how we're MARKETING to the CHILDREN! Let's undermine that statement with our actions. If a company keeps pride merch in their store, buy it; certainly favor it over other brands of the same item. Buy stocks, if you can. Make retail workers' lives easy. If you see someone leave a mess, straighten it out. If they ask why - say you're worried about the conservatives messing with stores ever since the violence and arson, and you want to support those who stand behind pride month as it was intended. Because... that's true, you know? Their goal is to scare us into hiding or lashing out at them so they can paint it on a billboard and say 'see! they're just hateful! we're the good guys here, we want to protect your children!' I think the most important thing right now is to stay visible, and specifically to stay visible in a way that people can't avoid the contrast of what conservatives are doing (violence and arson over... kid shirts that say happy pride? 'light binding effect' - so, what, a sports bra? 'tuck-friendly, extra coverage' - so they're mad we're covering up kids' junk better?) versus queer people being... Excessively kind and generous in every way. Which, you know, is hard. Conservatives are making it hard. But they're making it hard out of petty spite because they think they're losing. And to a decent degree - they are. As long as we can call attention to what they're doing, I think we can keep it that way. I dunno. I'm all over the place, and I'm a baby to this community anyway. Trans rights and happy pride.

TBH, I'm pretty much of the same mindset this year.

Like, people want to kind of ignore the cultural power that having allies, powerful allies and the way of showing that we aren't going to go backwards has, but it is absolutely necessary.

I hate to say it but there are absolutely people who are what I'd call soft allies. They don't really keep up with the community and what's going on with the people that hate us, or really don't think of us day to day but are generally supportive because that's the way the culture is moving. They'll defend us and be on our side so long as we hold ground. What could be flippantly called "virtue signalers." We need those people to remain on our side if we're going to fend off this current wave of attacks.

I understand if people in the community scoff at this and why they wouldn't want the support of people like this, but let me tell you, I was an out queer teen (preteen!) in an era where the culture was very much against us and really just beginning to come out of that. It is awful. I was around when not only gay marriage was illegal (and absolutely unthinkable), but being LGBTQ was fully illegal in over a dozen states including my own. I don't want to go back to that, I don't want to see those laws return. The cultural tide turning in our favor was extremely important in that.

I kind of look at the allyship of corporations like Target and Starbucks in the same way I look at allyship of the Democratic Party. It makes thinks so much easier for us, because it signals to our soft allies that their continued support is okay.

Are these cultural powers and instiutions bad? Yes. Should we have to justify our existence through appealing to them? No the fuck we shouldn't. Should we do it anyway before the cultural tides totally turn against us and leds in a very bad direction we can't come back from? FUCKING YES!

It sucks, but we need to stem the tide N O W, because what lies after this should the fascists win this round is not pretty.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

chris not knowing why seb is all shy and flushed when he gets home, but when he tries to take his glasses off to get a closer look seb just goes "no! please keep them on, professor..."

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with visual support from this photo from @/rainbowkisses31's blog

Y-e-s

By the time Chris gets home, he's pretty tired, so he's slow on the uptake as to why Sebastian is acting weird. Like, sure, Sebastian usually waits up for him after premieres or red carpets because he likes to go to bed with Chris whenever they're in the same place and it's possible. That's not weird. And they don't get frisky every time after premieres, though Sebastian is never completely immune to Chris when he's dressed to the nines, so it's also not completely unusual for Sebastian to be coming up to him, grabbing his shoulders or leaning in for the kiss or rubbing against him, crowding him. What is weird, though, is for Sebastian to be shy about it...

Not obviously shy, though.

Sebastian's eyes meet the floor, Chris' chest, or the door behind Chris rather than Chris' eyes. His warm hands run all over Chris but stay away from his neck, jaw, or face. Instead, his hands pet Chris' chest and shoulders and down his arms and such. Shaking as he moves. Trembling. Seb doesn't talk too much, either. He's, just, basically feeling him up silently. Only little muffled sounds are coming through his pressed together lips. As if he can't help himself but wants to.

The air is charged.

Tension is mounting.

And, yet, after enough time passes with Chris breathing, heavier and heavier, and letting the door take more and more of his weight, it occurs to Chris that Seb's just... being a little weird.

Thirsty, but strange about it.

Quiet about it.

Again, it is hard to notice. It's tactile and nice. Sebastian is touching him, breathing him in, and ambushing him against the door. Chris is distracted, but what really pulls him out is that--

They haven't kissed yet.

Usually, when Sebastian can't hold himself back after watching him look so "delicious" at a premiere, the first thing that happens is Sebastian grabbing at his neck and pulling him bruisingly into a searing kiss. A hungry kiss. A kiss where Sebastian wants to devour Chris, to know that Chris is his and his alone, not the fans who thirst over him on social media, and then he wants to be devoured. He wants Chris to take him. But, not this time.

This time Sebastian is just... touching him. Not looking him in the eyes. Like he's got something to hide.

Chris flicks open his eyes just to squint up at the ceiling. He gasps when Sebastian thumbs his nipples through his shirt.

Oh.

But, hold on--

Chris needs to fix the fact that they haven't kissed yet, so he rumbles, "Seb," and expects Sebastian to look up. He called his name after all. Trying to get his attention.

But Seb doesn't look up, and it's not that he didn't hear him. Seb did because instead, he knocks his forehand against Chris' shoulder and whines. Wordless.

"What's up with'chu, baby?" Chris murmurs playfully, curling his fingers around his upper arms. He's into whatever is going on. Sebastian pressed so close to him with a hard-on while he touches him. How could he not be into it? But... what?

Sebastian curls one hand tightly around his waist and brushes the other over one of his nipples again.

"Ssseb," Chris signs, unable to keep quiet now that the dam has been broken.

Sebastian shakes his head, dragging his hands bluntly down Chris' chest toward his belt.

"What's gotten into you?" Chris asks against, putting more steal in his voice. He's curious now. The wheels in his mind are turning. Is it the shirt? No. He's worn countless in this style by this point. Is it the necklace? Again, no. It's a staple. He's been wearing it. The pants? No. They're not particularly tight. Or, he didn't think they were? His tattoos? No. Seb got to see them in their full, exposed glory in the shower before the event this afternoon.

What, then?

Chris answers his own question in a moment when Sebastian slumps against him further, one hand flat on his abs and the other pawing at his belt--fumbling and a little stupid with arousal--as he tries to get it undone. As he looks down at what Sebastian is trying to do to him, he sees the rims of the non perscription glasses he's been wearing at the edges of his vision.

It's gotta be that, right?

He's worn sunglasses to events a lot, but not so often glasses glasses.

"Oh, so you like the frames, huh, baby?" Chris says, tugging at his wrists to try and delay him, then thinking of it better and grabbing for that long hair instead. He wants to see his face when he admits it. What about glasses make his dick hard?

Sebastian stops what he's doing to visibly shiver with his whole body. Shivering in Chris' grip.

He's still looking down, though.

"C'mon, baby, you can tell me." He smirks, "what is it about the glasses, huh?" He's going for teasing and lighthearted when he adds, "you got a thing for nerds all the sudden?"

Sebastian groans for his effort. Lightly annoyed at the ragging.

Chris pulls his hair a little. Forcing his pretty face up.

"Ohhh, look at you, sweet boy, your face is all red. This really gets to you, doesn't it?" His face is red, and his eyes are blown out, and his lips are swollen from being worried between his teeth all night as he intently reloaded and reloaded, waiting for new pictures of the event.

"Chris-!" He whines.

"Just gotta say it, that's all. C'mon, baby," Chris rubs his thumb over his jaw, lowering his voice.

Sebastian shakes his head, his eyes darting all around Chris' face. Not landing on his eyes. It's almost as if he can't look at them, they're turning him on too much.

"Say it," he rumbles.

Sebastian shakes his head again--this time, not in rejection but in hopes that his too-long bangs will fall over his face and give him some shielding from his embarrassment over whatever button this is hitting for him.

Chris employs his last hope before wrestling Seb to the ground and forcing it out of him, pinning Sebs hands above his head and palming his cock until he's ready to cum, then letting him go completely. Leaving him with the choice to go to bed achy and needy or tell him what he likes about this and being allowed to orgasm. "Seb," he cradles Seb's dimpled chin, lifting it to see that face, "you gonna be good and tell me?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting.

It works like a charm.

Sebastians eyes dart to the side as he mumbles, incoherently.

"What was that?"

Seb tries again.

"C'mon, you can do better than that."

"I said," his bratty streak comes to a head, eyes hardening into a challenge, "you look like my fucking professor."

"Cool your jets, sweetheart, 'm just asking 'cause I wanna know what's got you so excited," Chris pinches his chin a little between his thumb and forefinger. A gentle reprimand.

Seb whimpers.

Just like that, all that sass melted away.

Cute.

"Your professor, hm?" Chris thinks for a minute, or he tries to--too many images of Sebastian but younger, college age, and even more ruffled and slutty looking come to mind. He can't really think. All he can do is just talk, "is that how it is then, baby...? Were you thinking about your professors late at night in college? Biting your fist in your dorm room bunk, taking all that praise they gave you outta context... thinking about how much better they'd be at giving you what you need rather than that college boy that picked you up in the bar and fucked you hard and fast in the bathroom..."

Sebastian has turned bright red. His lower lip is being bitten hard between his teeth. He can't even make a sound.

Chris pulls his lower lip from out between his teeth gently, clicking his tongue, "don't do that, a smart boy like you knows better, don't'cha?"

Sebastian's eyes bulge. A punched out noise comes out from his statically open mouth.

Chris leans in, close enough for his lips to brush the shell of Sebastian's burning ear, whispering, "you're such a good, smart boy." Sebastian's knees threaten to buckle, and Chris can hardly resist chuckling. But, he doesn't want to break this fragile, tension thick moment. Sparking and hot. "Model fucking student. Wouldn't you like it if the whole class knew? If they all saw how good you were for me. If I called you to the front of the room and sat you there for everyone to see. I'll lecture. You sit and look pretty. Setting a good example. My favorite boy."

Sebastian wobbles again. This time, the tremor is so bad that Chris has to think fast, looping his arms around Seb's waist and pulling him against his chest.

Sebastian lands with a soft, whiny, "oof."

Chris can feel his hard-on against him easily. He chuckles.

Sebastian's dick twitches.

"What," Chris taps his chin, watching how now Sebastian can't look away from his eyes, his glasses, "am I going to do with you?"

"Anything," Seb whispers, voice dropping with need, "anything, please, p-pr-"

"Say it," Chris demands.

"Anything you want, professor."

[wytchsbrew]

To keep everyone updated about why I've been gone.

One month ago today, I found a sweet little 4 week old kitten alone in my backyard. He was sick, starving, had a wound on his neck, and was covered in fleas.

When we rescued this tiny, sweet little dirty kitten (who we named Balkie), we knew he was sick, but we had no idea just HOW sick.

By week two of having him, we rushed him as an emergency patient to the vet because he was limp and unresponsive. He had a fever of 106 and he was having seizures. The vet said she'd speak with an internal specialist. Then, a few minutes later, we were told by this vet he had a bacterial infection, he was put on antibiotics, and sent home. He got a little better, but then, he tanked again. He still had a fever when he returned to his follow up appointment.

We said the antibiotics were not working, they just weren't the right kind for whatever he had, he was still hot as ever and sick and couldn't do anything. He needed a different medication. The same vet said no.

We had him back to the vet a week later, and he was seen by a different vet. She tried to help by giving him new antibiotics and medications, but she wasn't sure what it was, either, but she did try.

He only got worse on that medication. Scared of everything, anxious, couldn't remember things, couldn't remember faces, couldn't remember the cats he'd been living with. We were at a loss, we had no idea what to do.

Then, this past Saturday came.

Balkie was suddenly completely paralyzed. He could no longer move. He could no longer swallow on his own. He couldn't hold his head upright on his own anymore. He had a fever for the third time, and he was dying. Legitimately dying.

Mom took him to the vet that morning at 11 AM, fully believing they were going to put him down.

But, we got a new vet on Saturday. She went through his records from the previous visits, and realized, an internal specialist had written in his file that they believed he had Toxoplasmosis. And the first vet, WHO HAD SPOKEN TO THE SPECIALIST, simply would not tell us that and refused to treat him for that.

So this sweet little baby had a parasite from raccoons and rats that was attacking his brain and paralyzing him, and had been suffering with it for a month.

The new vet put him on Clindamycin, the only thing that treats Toxoplasmosis. Gave him a fever reducer and a steroid.

By the next morning, he could swallow on his own again and wanted to try walking. In 48 hours, he was no longer paralyzed, and could stand up in the litter box on his own without our help.

This morning, he is running around, he hasn't fallen over, he tried climbing the cat tree all by himself. He's happy, he's playing, he's the kitten I thought we lost when his fever came back the second time.

I can't believe how much he's improved. He's recognizing our faces, he's happy to be here, he wants to be held and is no longer terrified of everything coming and going. He's just my little man again.

I have spent $1,000 saving this sweet baby boy, and he will be special needs for the rest of his life because the Toxo damaged his brain. His head wobbles when he gets excited, he gets weak after a while of running, and his balance is not the best anymore, so he needs around the clock care for right now.

I had other people asking for my Ko-Fi account and to make a wishlist for things he might want/need while he heals and recovers, so I am including the links below. <3

[mostlikelytofangirl]

20 Questions Writer Meme

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake, thanks girl!

How many works do you have on AO3? 28 written by me and one I'm credited as co-author but didn't really wrote.

What's your total AO3 word count? 928,907.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently only for MDZS, but I've also written for Boueibu.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "All men are the same" MDZS nieyao. A comedy of errors where JGS tries to get NMJ and JGY married but it's all a misunderstanding with each one having his own version of what's going on. "Strong roots for a pine" MDZS nieyao. Accidental baby acquisition by MY keeping the baby he found during the war and changing his decisions and priorities. "Brother, don't preach" MDZS sangcheng, 3zun. Modern omegaverse with NHS getting accidentally pregnant during one of JC's visits and 3zun caring for him until JC returns from studing in another city. "To hold your hand and let it guide me" MDZS nieyao. Extra scene of 'All men are the same' where JGY is back in Qinghe and the dumbasses finally confess their feelings. "When the fire plays with you" MDZS ruoyao. After some tabloid headlines, CEO WRH convinces his temporary assistant MY to troll the entire city via a fake relationship. MY gets much more than he bargained for.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I do! Bc if the reader has gone out of their way to let me know that they appreciate my story, the least I can do is letting them know in turn that I appreciate their support ^^.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Whoo, this took me down some memory lanes lol. That'd be "Say you love me like you mean it", a Boueibu akorima vampire AU where one doesn't remember their past lives as lovers.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's a very good question bc most my stuff has a happy, or at least a hopeful ending. I don't really think there's one that's particularly happier than the rest :P.

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, which I'm very grateful for.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Technically, the answer is yes, but this far it has only been in convos with very close friends and just one tame-ish scene. I do have fics that will be E tho.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't really write crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Luckily, no. That I know of, at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, actually! - "All men are the same" to Brazilian Portuguese (wattpad) - "Strong roots for a pine" to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm credited as co-author in "Going digital", a Boueibu Digimon AU, but it was @magiccatprincess doing the actual writing, I just helped plot it ^^;.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I can't say I have an all-time fave bc my level of how much I love it changes every time I change hyperfixations. But in my current fandom I'd say nieyao, bc it was one of the first ships I fell for and it is still one I'm hella into, like a default.

What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Ooh boy. I have lots of wips that I do intent on finishing one day, but tbh I fear that I'll get obsessed with another thing before I can get to them orz.

What are your writing strenghts? I guess that when I am inspired and very obsessed I can write a lot in a relatively short time, and I can adapt and improvise as I go. I've made plot critical changes in the middle of a story that was already getting posted without it showing too much lol.

What are your writing weaknesses? My aforementioned dependence on my level of obsession for a fic to get completed. If another fandom catches my eye and heart while I have unfinished fics, those are done for. My motivation for a previous fandom is pretty much non-existent when I'm neck deep into another thing, all my energy is now poured into new fandom with new fics and ideas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Not a big fan of it and I don't really do it beyond names or expressions ('et tu', 'touché', etc.)

First fandom you wrote for? Boueibu.

Favorite fic you've ever written? This answer also changes depending on what fandom I'm in at the moment. But rn I'd say "Black hole sun", a MDZS alternative Guanyin temple scene with fierce corpse WRH bc I like the instrospection I do in JGY's character and choices (and also him getting to live :')))).

Tagging: @jgydidnothingwrong, @thebiscuiteternal, @wishthefish and whoever else wants to do this!

[freyjawriter24]

It was warm. That was the first weird thing that struck you. It should have been cold to the touch, sat as it had been in the chilly depths of a disused, heating-less basement. But the glass felt like it was the same temperature as your skin, and when you felt the bulb of the bottle, something seemed to radiate heat from deeper within.

"What...?"

You held it up to the light, and the motion made you realise the second weird thing about all this. Whatever was inside this bottle, it wasn't wine. The weight was wrong, and it didn't slosh like drinkable liquid did. It was heavier than it should have been, and yet not all the way full, and it shifted slowly like coarse sand.

As the light hit the green glass and failed to shine through, you encountered the third weird thing about this bottle. Its contents were opaque.

"Well... I think it's aged enough," you joked to the empty room. "Possibly a little past its best."

You took it upstairs anyway, not quite sure what to do with it but assuming your parents would have an idea about how best to dispose of it.

"Sorry, looks like you left it too late," you start to say as you re-enter the living room. Then you stop.

Your parents are staring at you, hands clasped together. There's a tension in the air as they watch you step through the doorway, and you wonder what could have happened while you were gone. Your mind flashes through possibilities – was there a phone call? Has someone been hurt, or died? Have they chosen now, of all moments, to tell you they're getting divorced?

They say your name softly, gently, and your worry only grows. They tell you to sit down.

"What is it?" you ask, scared now. You sit opposite them, as instructed, and find yourself gripping the neck of the wine bottle for support. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, honey, we promise. There's just something we have to tell you."

The other continues where the first left off. "It's not bad, it's just... probably a bit unexpected, that's all."

You look between the two of them, confused. "What is it?" you ask again, and as if in reply the two of them look down at the bottle in your hands.

You blink, then hold it up. "...this?" you ask. "Wh... It's off, you know that, right? If you're about to tell me it's worth a fortune, it probably isn't anymore."

"It's not that. It's not... wine."

You look at the bottle again. Now that the whole of the room you're in is lit, you can see it more clearly than just by the single flickering bulb in the basement. You see what you saw before – a thick, opaque substance filling it only three quarters of the way, warm and strange.

"What is it?" you ask.

"You," comes the baffling answer.

"Wh– What?"

"Well, not all of you, obviously. You're you too. But this is... the rest of you."

You stare between the two of them. "That makes absolutely zero sense."

They try starting again.

"You know how your friends were joking the other day that we look like we haven't aged since your baby photos?"

"...yes?"

"There's a reason for that. We... basically haven't."

What can you say to that? You just sit there, cradling the bottle in your hands, trying not to burst out into nervous laughter. You can't believe what you're hearing.

"We have bottles of our own. Hidden, safely away. We keep an eye on them, of course, but it was better to have yours nearby just in case."

Your other parent cuts in. "There's a lot of technical detail to explain to you. But the basics that you need to know are that you are... significantly longer-lived than your friends. Your ageing up to now has been somewhat artificial, in line with the, uh, 'wine'. But now you're an adult, you have the choice to age at whatever rate you choose."

"I'm... immortal?"

"Yes, to a degree. Most of the usual things can still kill and injure you, but if you choose to, you'll be around a lot longer than everyone else."

Now you start laughing. None of this sounds in any way plausible, but your parents aren't the sort to make jokes like this. Your gaze moves wildly around the room, searching for hidden cameras, but there aren't any you can see, and your laughter only gets harder and louder. You grip the bottle tight, your knuckles turning white, and realise you have absolutely no idea where things go from here.

You're immortal. In this world. Where things seem to be caving in all around you, you're an adult still living with your parents, and surveillance across the world means concealing your identity long-term will be nigh on impossible.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

There is a wine bottle in your family house. It’s been there since you can remember, hidden away in a dark corner of the basement. Your parents always told you not to touch it, because ‘the wine was ageing’. But now, as an adult, you hold the bottle in your hands for the first time.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

vina! im a little tipsy🫣🤭🤭 and have things to say<333

thinking about feeder!sungchan who brings you to a nice restaurant for a date, you’re wearing a pretty dress and no bra, the material giving your chest barely any support, heavy breasts stretching the fabric outwards. sungchan looks so handsome with the way he’s dressed, leaning over the table to tell you to order whatever you want, you’re his special girl and he’s so lucky to have you<3 he’s so sweet, you nearly forget about the vibrator he made you tuck inside your panties before you arrived. you order wine, and talk and giggle and then when the food comes, you’ve ordered pasta and it looks so good, he fiddles in his pocket to turn the vibe on with the remote. your thighs are clenching together almost involuntarily as you struggle to swallow down the bite you’d already brought to your lips. the pleasure builds in your abdomen at the same time as your tummy begins to get more full. “is it good, do you like it?” sungchan asks you, nodding towards your plate and you just nod, lips tightly pressed together, cheeks flush and sweat beginning to collect on your hairline and around your neck… he thinks you’re just the cutest when you’re flustered and struggling not to let on how close you are... “s-sungchan, i can’t,” you whimper when he turns the power up on the toy, you grind your hips down, chair bumping against the table, your fork drops and you lock eyes with him. “please, please-“ you beg him, “i c-can’t-“ you don’t want to make a mess right now.. it’d be too humiliating.. sungchan just keeps watching your shining cleavage bounce and jiggle as you squirm and try to adjust yourself but you can’t help yourself.. you want to, you need to cum so bad. you go over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping, biting on your own fingers to stifle your moans as he watches you from across the table, tears well in your eyes as you try to hold back your cries. hips pushing the toy harder against your clit as you push yourself down onto the chair, cumming all over the inside of your dress.

i’ll come back with more jake chubby chaser headcanons soon too… mwah!

- 🥟 anon

My baby I hope you had a great time drinking! 😂🩷

Woah that was insane 😭👌, so well narrated and FREAKY.

This feels more like pervert!Sungchan because the exhibitionism was so crazy, to make you use a vibrator at a special dinner 😭

If he's that nasty... Maybe later it'd be followed by some car sex? Maybe driving while one of his hands is pressing your dripping cunt after the orgasm you had at dinner... OR, if you two had a little too much wine, maybe teasing you in the back of the car, whispering for you to stay quiet if you don't want the driver to hear you being such a dirty girl (still, he wouldn't stop playing with you even if you were noisy😵‍💫).

I think in the way he'd deny your orgasms, letting you hang until you two arrive at your place, and then there... God I'm sorry but I have this shit in my head with squirting after a nice dinner or when you're drunk 😭. Sungchan would fuck you nice and slow, totally different of how he's been edging you the whole night out. He'd be a lover boy, giving you breathy soft kisses, leaving marks on your neck and nipping at your shoulder. He wouldn't even wait much to insert himself after eating you out one last time, and he's tender, slowly pushing his hips against you, but there's just something different after being stimulated for hours, and not much later, the minute he starts putting a tiny bit more of strength into his thrusts, you're going crazy, crying of pleasure and begging him to please this time not stop because you can't endure another lost orgasm anymore, to what he answers "it's okay angel, I'll give you what you need, you know I love you too much, my precious girl" and soon you're having the messiest orgasm of the night. Did you think the orgasm you had at the restaurant was the craziest? Nah, the one you have under him in the bed is mind blowing, earth shattering, you gush against his pelvis to the point of dripping and making a little pool under you. Your bedsheets are drenched, like his still cock, and he finds that so fucking hot he won't stop until your mattress is a mess too.

[cutielando]

thank you | rafe cameron

synopsis: in which he can't thank you enough for loving him

my masterlist

Rafe was a lot of things, but you'd have never thought that he was a hopeless romantic.

When you first started dating, he wasn't overly affectionate or loving per se, just like you expected him to be.

However, that all changed after he confided in you about his problems with his father. More specifically, after you caught the two of them in an argument.

He had texted you in the morning asking you to meet up later in the evening to have a sleepover, but you had arrived 2 hours earlier to surprise him.

"God damn it, Rafe!" you heard a booming voice shouting as soon as you opened your car's door.

Just as you closed it and went to get your things from the trunk, you heard glass shattering from inside.

Assuming the worst, you immediately ran inside towards the noise, which proved to be coming from the kitchen.

When your boyfriend came into your view, you couldn't help but gasp.

His eyes were bloodshot, he had a massive bruise covering his jaw, he had a busted lip and his knuckles were bloodied and bruised.

"What happened?" you asked, walking in and seeing Ward on the floor and some broken glass underneath him.

The two men looked at each other, both of them fuming.

Rafe said nothing as he took your hand and led you up the stairs to his bedroom, not saying a single word the entire time.

"Are you okay?" you asked him once you were alone in his room.

He didn't say anything but looked at you with the most broken expression you'd ever seen. He looked so small, so fragile just standing there after being to a pulp by his own father.

"No" his voice broke as he managed to utter out a single word.

You sighed and pulled him into your arms, your hands running up and down his back. He was holding onto you for dear life, like you were going to vanish from his arms in the next second.

He started sobbing into your neck, letting out everything he had been keeping bottled up for a long time. Your shirt was soaked by his tears, but you couldn't care less.

Rafe needed you and you didn't care about anything else other than him.

You stayed like that for a good 15 minutes before he started to calm down and his sobs quieted down.

"Do you want me to run you a bath? You could lay on me and just relax in the warm water" you whispered in his ear, afraid that speaking any louder would disturb the quiet atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'd like that" he said, slowly pulling away from you.

You gave him a small smile, trying to show him that you were there for him and everything was going to be okay. You weren't leaving his side until he felt better.

He gave you a smile back and leaned down to peck your lips slightly, any more contact hurting his busted lip.

You stepped out of his arms and quickly worked your way around his bathroom, lighting some candles and choosing some bath bombs to put in the water.

"Baby? The bath is ready" you told him as you stuck your head through the bathroom door.

He slowly stood up and undressed as you did the same, folding his clothes and putting them on the washing machine.

You got in the tub first and leaned against it while Rafe got in after and laid with his back against your chest.

"You're too good for me" he whispered as you kept tracing imaginary lines on his chest with your nails, trying your best to calm him down.

"No, I'm not. You deserve the best life has to offer. You're such a kind soul, baby. You came into my life and made it so much better, gave it a meaning and someone to keep fighting for. Baby, I love you so damn much, it's you and I until the end of the road. I'll always be here when you need me and you will always have my support in everything. Don't ever doubt that" you finished your speech by kissing his neck and cheek.

You couldn't see it but Rafe had tears in his eyes, but this time they were happy tears.

He never thought he would find someone who would want to be with him despite his many flaws, his anger issues, his jealousy problems, his family problems, everything.

But here you were, loving him for who he was, with his flaws and problems, with everything that he represented. And he couldn't be more grateful for you, for coming into his life and showing him that he deserved to be loved and showing him what love really was.

"I love you too, so fucking much, Y/N. I can't even understand why you are with me but I am so damn grateful you are. I can't live without you, baby. My life is not the same without you in it and I will do everything in my power to keep you and make you happy because you deserve the best. Thank you, for everything, baby"

He turned his head and kissed your lips, sealing a silent agreement between the both of you that neither of you was going anywhere.

You were in it for the long haul and nothing could change that.

Nothing and nobody could come between the two of you and your love.

Nothing.

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