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byunpum · 4 months

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Mama's Boy | Part 5

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

Warning: cozy moments, conflict, family problems

Note: I hope you like this part, the next one is gonna be the final part...Thank you sooo much!! btw I 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)

The previous day's argument was very intense. Leaving the family in a very delicate state. Even you decided to sleep alone in a kind of bed you made. You were so upset with jake, you couldn't understand why he was like that with lo'ak. Sometimes you thought Jake was ashamed of lo'ak…ashamed that you were his mother. You had been sitting quietly in the marui all day, still feeling a little bad. You were taking care of tuk, the girl was by your side. Making a necklace for you, while she was telling you everything she did in the morning. "Love be careful…you can hurt yourself" you help tuk with the needle she was using. At that, you can see how jake enters the marui, he had a basket full of fish. Looking quickly at you, walking towards where he used to leave the food that had to be prepared. You decide to ignore him, and be playful with tuk.

"baby…can we talk?" asks jake, the man had approached you, sitting down next to you. You on the other hand were acting like he wasn't there. You look up, and sigh loudly. "Tuk honey, why don't you let mommy and daddy talk alone" you help the girl pick up her materials, and wait for her to come out of the marui doing some jumping jacks. You smile a little to see how happy tuk was, oblivious to what was going on. "Tell me?" you speak, looking at jake waiting for him to start talking. "Is it true that you are thinking of leaving? "jake looks at you, you could tell he was worried. It was too dangerous for you to go back to the jungle. The RDA was looking for Jake, and when Jake's name was on the line his whole family was involved. The months you had to be alone, you never left the lab.

"I see neytiri told you everything" you say, trying not to make eye contact with him. "Love…we can fix this" Jake touches your hand, but you push him away. "Jake it's not with me that you have to fix things, it's with your son. Your behavior towards him…it's terrible." You speak, trying to hold back your tears. "Y/n you're misunderstanding things I" jake speaks, but is interrupted when you turn around and are now looking directly at him. "Jake… I have a question for you, what does neteyam like the most?" you ask. "A-ahh he likes hunting, he likes to ride his ikran. He's also a great talker," says jake.

"Okay, now tell me what lo'ak likes?" you speak up, knowing jake wouldn't answer quickly like the other question. Jake gets nervous, looking around for a moment. "He likes…he likes being with his brother. " jake speaks timidly, watching as your eyebrows draw together in anger. "Lo'ak likes to ride around and investigate things. He loves to practice with his bow, he likes to spend time with his sister kiri and all he looks forward to is his father telling him he did a great job" you were already very annoyed.

"I know…" jake speaks softly. Shaking his head, look embarrassed. "Jake your sons are not soldiers…they are children. Children who need love and attention from their father. Neteyam is not the only one here who needs to be trained. Lo'ak too, he needs you to treat him with respect and love. What does it cost you to do that?" you speak, watching as jake pulled his knees up to his chest. Becoming more like a little ball. "I just…want them to be strong and …. I'm afraid they'll be weak and won't be able to survive this chaos we live in" jake tries to explain. And yes, he was a little bit right. But that didn't justify the preference he had over neteyam. "Jake, I know all that" you wave your hands all around you. "This is all chaos, I know this isn't our home. I know what we're going through, but what does lo'ak have to do with it? Why can't you treat him like you treat kiri or neteyam or tuk? What did he do to you?" you speak, getting up from the floor. You had to walk, because the rage was consuming you. You hated it when jake tried to avoid trouble. Telling you smith answers to distract you. "He didn't do anything" jake follows you with his eyes.

"I feel like sometimes you just treat him like that, because he came from me. Because he's not completely na'vi." You had tears in your eyes, you didn't know why you were so sentimental. Even though this situation always broke your heart, you wanted lo'ak to feel loved. "Y/n never say that… this has nothing to do with you being his mother" jake in one swift movement. He takes your arm, to pull you closer to him. "I wouldn't ask for another mother for my son, you are an excellent mother" jake lets his head lay on your chest. He is silent for a moment, you didn't want to keep arguing with him. You loved your family, you loved jake, you hated being upset with him. "Lo'ak is how I was…he is so much like the stupid jake who betrayed and endangered people he cared about. That stupid jake got innocent people killed" jake speaks, you knew he was talking about grace. She had been so important to you.

You take jake's face in your hands, pulling his face up so he could look you in the eye. "But that stupid jake was the one who saved a whole clan, that stupid jake is strong and brave. That stupid jake was the one I fell in love with" you speak softly. Tears streamed down Jake's cheeks. "I want you to be the person that stupid Jake needed, for lo'ak. He needs you…" you speak, feeling jake hug you. You both stand there for a moment. "I don't want him to make mistakes that he'll regret later," jake says. "He'll get in trouble if you don't help…try to be a better parent to him. That's all I ask of you" you start walking away from jake. Picking up some things tuk had left on the ground, you go to look for the girl.

"Do you think you would have been happy if instead of me, tom was the one in this body?" jake asks you. You knew this was tormenting Jake. You had been tom's girlfriend just before he went to earth. And there he was murdered. When jake came to the RDA and took tom's place. For you it was a big shock, Jake was just like your ex-boyfriend, but so different at the same time. You had to admit that Jake was the only thing that kept you sane those months. Not to mention the relationship that formed between the two of you. Jake allowed you to see neytiri again and get closer to the clan. Jake could be a fool, but the fool you liked the most. The rest is history.

You turn around before leaving the marui, tears in your eyes. "Believe it or not, I am very happy…but I wish your insecurities didn't affect this family" you speak, walking out of the marui leaving jake alone with his thoughts. You liked that Jake opened up to you, but you would like to see him try to improve his relationship with his children. Because it wasn't just lo'ak, neteyam was also affected by jake's treatment. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath and wiping away your tears. You calm down a bit, and start looking for tuk. Luckily for you, the girl wasn't far away. She was sitting with neteyam playing.

You approach the children, see how they look at you and their eyes light up. "Hello" you greet them, sitting down next to tuk. "Look my love, you forgot these things" you hand the things to tuk. The little girl thanks you, she didn't dare to come back for them. "Thank you mommy" tuk says, now sitting on your lap. You can feel neteyam's eyes glued to you, he knew things were not good between his parents. The news that you were likely to leave had destroyed him. Neteyam could be strong, and always be by Jake and Neytiri's side. But you were his refuge, where he could go and be a child again. If he was to be judged for a second. "Mom?" neteyam speaks to you, you look at him quickly. "Mmm?" you are helping tuk, when you feel neteyam sit down next to you. "Is it true that you are going to go and leave us?" neteyam speaks waiting for you to answer. "Mom? You are going to leave us?" yells tuk. You sigh, you had gone through a pretty strong disappointment a few minutes ago and you wanted to control yourself.

"Where did you hear that neteyam?" you look at the boy, you thought you had argued in private, but you guess your screams were too loud. "We heard it by accident, I promise" neteyam gets nervous, but you hold his hand to calm him down. "mom if you go…can I come with you?" neteyam was getting sentimental, you caress his face a little. Laughing a little and tapping your arms to give him support. "I'm not going anywhere…but if I did. Of course you can go with me." You speak, watching as neteyam pouts. You joke a little, in order to change the topic. You didn't like them getting involved in adult issues, you knew they had been through a lot. At such a young age.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a little dizzy. You tried to hold your child tighter in your lap, but you felt like you were about to throw up. Never having felt like this before. You push tuk a little so that the girl slips out of your lap, placing your hands on your stomach, you were in a lot of pain. Neteyam noticed this, and quickly began to help you. "What's wrong mom?" neteyam holds your shoulders. The vomiting was something you couldn't help, and you swore you were emptying yourself alive. neteyam held you so you wouldn't mess yourself up. "Mom!" the boy whines, he has never seen you like this before. It was so strong that as soon as you recover, your sight goes blank.

You start to get up, you could hear some voices around you. You didn't open your eyes yet, but you could distinguish them. One was from neytiri, and the other was from ronal. You could feel some warm things on your body, and some parts were wet. You start to become conscious, opening your eyes a little at a time. "Ma Y/n!!!" neytiri sounded so happy, she had a nice smile on her face. On the other hand, ronal was moving away from your body. You could tell she looked exhausted. "What happened?" you try to get up, but you barely had any strength. "You fainted again and neteyam warned us" neytiri explains, stroking your hair. Something seemed curious about neytiri, she was supposed to be worried and she looked so happy. "You are sick…you need to rest and take medicine" said Ronal, the woman was already looking in some containers for the herbs to prepare the medicine you had to take. The more you woke up you realized that you were in the marui that Ronal used to take care of the sick na'vi. "And the children?" you look weakly at neytiri. "They are with Jake, don't worry," Neytiri speaks, settling in closer to your side.

You rest a little, but you feel how Ronal starts to remove the towels that were warm before. Drying your exposed skin a bit. He had been using compresses and hot towels to try to get you up. "The medicine is a little strong, but it won't hurt the baby," says Ronal, holding out a jar of carracol. Your eyes widen in surprise, what the hell was this woman talking about, pregnant? This woman is crazy. "Baby? No, I'm not pregnant" you speak, now you had recovered all your strength. You were surprised. You look at neytiri, but she had a look that was worrying you. "ney" you push her a little, you needed her to speak. "Y/N I thought you are…since the symptoms" neytiri can't contain her joy. "Plus we did an abdominal test and we could feel something" ronal looks at you, handing you the drink. You are confused, and now you were about to vomit at the news. How could that be possible, you were sure you weren't pregnant.

Hey, you and Jake had been together. Well…ever since you had joined the clan. You two hadn't kept your hands off each other. Well… the three of you. You were sure neytiri knew you weren't pregnant. The idea of having a baby doesn't enter your head, not now that the atmosphere is so tense. You take the drink, you notice how Ronal is watching you. Making sure you take all the medicine. "Ahh it's disgusting" you complain. Listening to neytiri laugh, you liked seeing her like that. It's been a long time since you've seen her this happy, it was genuine happiness. "Well…I'll let you rest here. I'll come by later and check on you" ronal gets up from the floor, and walks out of the marui. Leaving you and neytiri alone. You were exhausted, but you can feel neytiri touch your stomach. Causing you to look at her with surprise. "We will have another baby ma y/n" neytiri smiles. "But when?" you had many questions, when you found out you were pregnant with lo'ak it was because norm did a test on you. But now it had been a natural test that na'vi women did to find out if they were pregnant. "I think it was the day at the beach" neytir laughs a little, blushing. You start to remember and you want to curl into a ball. You were scared, really scared.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'll be right here with you. And we've been looking for this for so many years," says Neytiri. And she was right, it got to the stage where the pregnancies were more about the two of you. They were very intimate between you and Neytiri. You wanted to be in on the whole process, including the excitement of being pregnant. It would build on the bonds that would be formed with the children. "I know…but this news is very unexpected…and even more so now that I want to kill Jake," you say. ""You haven't talked?"" asks neytiri, she wanted this to be resolved. "Ney…I need him to be a better father to lo'ak and you know I'm right" you speak. Neytiri is thoughtful for a moment, she knew you were right, and she would support you in whatever decision you make. And even more so at this moment. "Well, I'm going to let you rest. Ronal said he would come later. I'll come later." neytiri wanted to break the news to everyone in the family. A baby was big news for her, and she knew everyone would be happy. Giving you a soft kiss, and another on the palms of her hands. You swear you saw Neytiri jump a little in happiness, her tail wagging from side to side and the smile on her face was beautiful. You lay back on the comfortable bed and closed your eyes. You had to rest, otherwise you were going to die of madness.

"Ok, but you have to cut it like this" jake was with lo'ak. The man had decided to go looking for his son after the argument he had with you. Inviting him to go fishing, obviously this was a strange thing for lo'ak to do. But spending the afternoon with his father was making him very happy. Lo'ak was cleaning the fish as jake told him to, looking carefully at the instructions. "And what do I do with this?" lo'ak points with disgust, at the fish's stomach. "Remove it…that's disgusting" jake mimics lo'ak's wince as they both laughed. It was a very nice moment for both of them, jake had to admit that he had missed a lot of moments with lo'ak. While lo'ak and jake were busy, kiri, neteyam and tuk were sitting somewhere in the corner of the marui talking and playing with each other. When they noticed how their mother came in with a happiness. "I have good news," said neytiri.

"How is mom!!!" lo'ak gets up quickly, running to neytiri. "she's fine…but" neytiri pauses, walking over to jake to sit next to him. "What's wrong, she's supposed to just be sick at her stomach" jake says. The last he heard from you, neteyam had taken you to see ronal. And that you had a lot of stomach pain. "It's not a bad thing…come here everybody, come on!" neytiri makes the signal for everyone in the family to come over. Everyone sits around, neytiri looked so excited. "This is so big for this family… Y/N is expecting a baby" neytiri sounds the news, jake gets so excited he hugs neytiri right away. "No way!!!" shouts kiri hugging tuk and the little girl was already very excited. "Another sully to the family" says neteyam, excited. But apparently the news had not gone down well with everyone, "WHAT?" Lo'ak literally screams, capturing her parents' attention. "Lo'ak what's wrong?" neytiri is now confused, this is supposed to be a big surprise.

"Why is mom going to have a baby? She can't have one!!!" Lo'ak was getting a little upset. This was a jealous reaction, and neytiri and jake could tell. "hey lo'ak I need you to calm down" jake tries to calm him down. But the boy stands up in annoyance, getting out of the marui. "Lo'ak needs to stop having tantrums, he's too old to be having these dramas" kiri says. Neytiri taps her knee, kiri complains. Everyone in the family knows how lo'ak was with you, everything that had to do with you affected lo'ak twice as much. Jake was about to get up and go talk to the boy. But he feels neteyam's hand stop him. "Dad…I'll talk to him" says neteyam. Jake looks quickly at neytiri, who signals him to let his brother go get him. Neteyam gets up from the ground and leaves the marui to look for his brother. It doesn't take him long to find him, he was relatively close. Lo'ak was sitting in the sand, he could tell he was crying.

"Little brother…you're jealous" says neteyam. Listening as lo'ak whined. "What do you want you idiot!!!" lo'ak grudgingly replies to neteyam. But neteyam ignores him, laughing and sitting down next to him. "I know you must be feeling jealous," says neteyam. Lo'ak rolls his eyes in white. He didn't want to be messing around with neteyam, sometimes he could be very annoying. "You know…when you were born I felt a little jealous, but when tuk was born I must admit I couldn't help but feel very jealous. Our moms were with her all the time and didn't pay attention to us. " said neteyam. "Yes, but my mom has always paid attention to me" lo'ak says sounding a bit smug. Neteyam laughs, he had to admit that his little brother looked adorable. "And she's always going to love you, I'm the big brother. And having to share everything…but the love mama has for you is special and no one will ever change it," Neteyam speaks. Lo'ak is silent, neteyam stands up and taps his brother on the shoulder. Stepping away to let him think for a moment.

That same afternoon…

You were already up, and it was getting dark. You had to admit that you were pretty bored. Ronal was taking longer than usual. You wanted to be home, you felt a little better. And now that you knew you were sick and the pregnancy symptoms were making it worse, you felt somewhat reassured. Although the news of your pregnancy was not something you were very happy about. Sure, you were happy to have a baby. You had waited for this opportunity for so long, but it had to happen right now. Just now when the situation with lo'ak was very active.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, that you didn't notice when Ronal entered the marui. The woman can see that you were a bit lost. "The news of the baby surprises you, doesn't it? Because it does to me," says Ronal, putting some things she brought to refill. You look at her a little startled, and became a little alert at the tone of Ronal's voice. You weren't friends, and ronal tolerated you and treated you well because tonowari told her to. "Yes…it's a surprise," you say. Trying not to sound awkward. "It seems kind of unreal to me…that one" Ronal scans you up and down. "Human is pregnant, I have doubts even with your supposed child" ronal speaks, she could be quite direct. She didn't mind hurting other people's feelings. "Excuse me?" you get more comfortable in your bed. "Don't take this the wrong way…but it's weird" ronal chuckles a little. You decide to ignore her, you didn't want to argue because you still felt a little bad.

Ronal prepared more medicine for you to take in the next few days. Supposedly some food had made you sick. After several days you are supposed to be left with only the symptoms of pregnancy. She might be a little mean, but she wouldn't hurt you. You get up carefully, leaving Marui. Ronal all this time had been making uncalled for comments about you and your child. But at no time did you want to answer him, you didn't want to cause trouble. "Hey by the way" Ronal starts talking. You stop, and look back.

"I heard you wanted to go back to the jungle…and you know what" Ronal laughs again to herself. You didn't understand what you had done to this woman, but she seemed to hate you. "I think it would be best for your family. Even for that child…lo'ak. When you weren't here, we barely heard the sully. And as far as I can see all you've done is mess everything up around here," Ronal says, turning to continue working. You sigh, you weren't going to give her the pleasure of her seeing you cry, getting out of that marui as fast as you could. Back to the familiar marui, you couldn't help but get Ronal's words out of your head, maybe she was right. Maybe they were better off without you. And now you had one more problem.

P.s The reason I wrote that the reader was pregnant is that the original request asked for two children. Lo'ak and the baby on the way. Second, the reader is still upset with jake, but I wanted to fix things up a bit. Because I want it to focus more on the relationship between lo'ak and his mom.

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c-nstantine · 5 months

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sense of normalcy

description: Jason & Black!Batmom in four stages of his life

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, death, mommy issues, grieving, talks about Jason's death a lot

Jason: Age 12

Bruce had warned Alfred that there would be a guest joining him and of course, Alfred told Y/N. She was more than excited to have someone visiting the manor. It had been lonely since Dick struck out on his own. He visited but it wasn't the same as having a kid running around the manor.

"Who might you be?" Y/N said approaching the boy who Bruce helped out of the Batmobile. He was rather lean for his height but his eyes looked like they sparkled as if the world never did him wrong. Y/N felt a pang in her heart and she looked towards Bruce who avoided her gaze.

"Jason Todd. You're on TV." He recognized the woman from the TVs that were on display in the stores that he passed as he walked down the street. Alfred had rushed back upstairs to fix the young boy something to eat.

"Sometimes, how would you like to stay with Bruce and me?" She had already decided that he would stay. She couldn't let the boy go back to whatever back alley Bruce found him on.

"I'd love to," The boy's eyes twinkled once more as he smiled at Y/N.

Jason: Age 16

Jason was a good kid. He promised Y/N that he would be a good kid. He got good grades, and he excelled at English. Entering his teenage years, he only grew closer and more protective of Y/N but Y/N still saw him as the lean little boy who tried to steal the hubcaps off of the Batmobile.

"Why is my son here?" Y/N asked, not even bothering to sit in the principal's chair. Her son had not a scratch on his face but he did have a bruised knuckle that definitely wasn't from patrol.

"He got into a fight, Mrs. Wayne," The principal of Gotham Academy said a bit smugly. Jason hated it here. He loved the teachers and learning but the kids were assholes. Not all of them, but the ones who thought he didn't belong because he wasn't born to the money. Kids could be cruel.

"Jason?" Y/N tilted her head towards her son, softening her gaze.

"He was making fun of me for being adopted and my accent," Jason spoke differently than the preppy kids of Gotham Academy but Y/N always encouraged him to speak how he wanted. His words were a part of him and he shouldn't have to change it for anyone.

"So my son was being bullied and he defended himself. Does that sound good to you, Principal Paulette?" Y/N gave the fakest smile known to the man while brushing faux loc behind her ear.

"It sounds perfect, Mrs. Wayne," Principal Paulette simply groaned.

"C'mon, Jason. We're getting ice cream." She smiled and waved for her son to follow her out of the office.

"Bruce is gonna be upset you're rewarding me," Jason said mixing his bowl of scooped chocolate chip ice cream together until it became the consistency of soft serve. He couldn't meet her eye yet. He felt like he had disappointed her and that maybe she regretted keeping him. What he didn't know is that he could never do anything that would make her not love him.

"You know I'll always love you, right? No matter what those kids say," Y/N said reaching over the table to ruffle his hair. He styled every morning with an absurd amount of gel but it didn't look like him.

"I know, ma, I know," He heard the words and wanted to believe them but he already decided that he'd leave and find his real mother. In his mind, she wouldn't miss him anyway, right?

"Good 'cause you my baby boy," She said with a bright smile.

He was in pain and cold. His mind was drifting in and out of consciousness. The faint beeping of the bombs was heard in the background and tears fell from his eyes as he realized this was his end. This was it. He was gonna meet the great big man in the sky and he didn't get to say goodbye to Y/N. He could die with disappointing Bruce but Y/N. Y/N had never seen him as more than a boy because that's what he was. He was just a child who didn't get to say goodbye to his mom.

Jason: Deceased

Y/N was pacing a hole in the carpet. She stood in the study of Wayne Manor waiting here something, anything, back from Bruce. He hadn't contacted her since he left to find Jason and that was days ago.

"You said he'd come back," She said as Bruce walked through the grandfather clock entrance of the study. She noticed there was no Jason, she could hear his laughter like he normally did when he returned from a night out.

"Y/N," Bruce could see his wife about cry right in front of them. She tried to blink away tears so that they wouldn't fall down her brown cheeks. He could tell she hadn't been sleeping with Jason missing.

"You went to go get him. Where is he?" Y/N asked again with a bit more authority.

"Honey, sit down. Alfred, bring her some tea," Bruce was trying to put the words together but Y/N simply fell apart on the couch.

"No, don't tell me that, "She knew exactly what that meant, "He was just a baby," She whispered as Bruce held her in his arms.

Jason: Age 22

"Ma?" Jason called for her as she was putting Martha and Alfred down for a nap. Y/N walked out of the nursery and closed the door behind her. His mom had aged a little since she took him home but not too much. Sure she had grey hairs mixed into her silk press but she was still the exact same woman who loved him at first sight.

"Yeah, Jason," She looked up at her son with a bright smile. Jason now towered her but he'd always be her baby boy.

"I'm sorry," Jason said quickly. He had been holding it in since he died. He never told anyone but in the last moments before his death, he regretted not telling Y/N he loved her more and how much he'd miss her.

"What are you sorry for?" Y/N asked tilting her head slightly.

"I'm sorry for leaving that night. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you," Jason's voice cracked as he moved to hug his mom. He didn't know how much pain one decision could cause.

"Oh, baby," She said rubbing his back. She felt tears coming to her eyes as she felt his on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, ma, I'm so sorry," He muttered over and over again. His face had flushed red against her brown skin. Bruce had seen the moment but decided it was best for him not to interfere but he was happy to see Jason working through his emotions.

"You're here now and that's all I've ever wanted, okay? How about some ice cream?" Y/N said pulling away gently. Ice cream was one of her biggest pregnancy cravings so now they have a lifetime of Bluebell in their deep freezer.

"Yeah, ma," Jason spoke with a small smile. He was finally back to a sense of normalcy.

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weezerblue · 1 year

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@hiwazuprs hope u enjoy the jonas mention 👾

you and steve are at the point in the relationship where you haven't really had sex yet. just fleeting touches and make - out sessions that lasted way too long.

not because you're not ready, no, you're more than ready.

it's really because the end goal is to see steve beg. just think about it; a pretty boy all teary - eyed and whiny, while the most adorable pleads fly out of his rose tinted lips. it's magical, really.

and lucky for you, steve harrington is absolutely one to beg.

so here you are, sitting on the couch as his head lies on your lap, one hand combing through his soft hair, the other hand holds the remote as you think of something to watch.

he just happens to be facing the tv, he's not actually paying attention. his mind is already far too cloudy to understand any of his surroundings at this point.

which is why he doesn't hear you call his name about 3 times.

"baby, are you alright?"

he jumps as if you've somehow startled him.

"huh? what'd you say?"

"i said how do you feel about jonas"

oh right, jonas was one of the characters from the movie you put on. he tries to come up with something to say about it but he just can't bring himself to care.

"do you have a fever honey?, your face is red" you play dumb as you scan his features.

he lets out a pathetic whine and you notice an expression that closely resembles frustration.

"aww poor baby" you whisper and your hands trail over his skin, pushing up his shirt in the process.

he doesn't mind that though, the room seems to have incrementally heated in the time that you've been teasing him, so the less clothes the better.

"you've gotta tell me what's wrong so i can fix it, kay?"

he nods, but still can't find the words. he just exhales and looks down in embarrassment.

you bring his face up to yours so that you're eye level.

"i- i want" he stops again, whining out a short "mommy please"

"please what baby?"

"want you to..." he trails off.

"i want you to ride me, please"

cliffhanger lol

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alyswritings · 1 year

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Return of the Mom

Request: Hi love hope you are doing well (I don't know if you have watch shameless I was wondering if you could do that scene where Monica tries to take Liam) but like with JJ Maybank x sister reader (she like 7 or 8 ) like JJ and the reader mother comes back to come get the reader to come with her to another family that she started in her new life and then JJ goes into protective brother mode Thank you love

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: JJ and Y/N's mom tries to take Y/N.

Warnings: shitty mom, ig that's it?

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

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All of the pogues are at the chateau. Sarah, Pope, and Y/N are playing outside, the five not wanting the girl around the current topic of conversation. JJ, Kie, and John B are in the chateau and the Maybank boy is pacing while the other two are sitting at the island.

"I-I mean, the-- the fucking nerve. I-- she's gone for seven years and she suddenly just pops up and acts like she didn't totally abandon her two children and leave them with an abusive, drunk, coke head. She just expects me to magically forgive her and Y/N to have this close bond with her. Y/N doesn't even fucking know her!"

"Well, it-- it's not like she can force anything, right? I mean, she can't just take her." John B says.

"Legally, chances are she could." Kie argues. "I mean, unless she managed to find time to sign over her rights in the process of abandonment."

"She left when Y/N was six months old. She asked about mommy once in kindergarten and she's never really been mentioned again. Y/N gets that she doesn't have a mom, but her just-- just popping up."

"Look, she's only in town for a few days, right?" John B asks.

"She's leaving the day after tomorrow." JJ informs.

"Right. So just... try to keep her away while she's here, maybe allow a small bit of contact and she'll be gone before you know it."

"Right." JJ nods

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The group finished dinner a few minutes ago, having just ordered pizza. Y/N takes a sip of the cup of Pepsi JJ let her have, looking up when there's a knock on the door.

The five teens share confused looks and John B opens the door, freezing at the sight of a woman he used to know well.

"Uh... hi." John B awkwardly mutters.

"Hi." Emily greets. Her voice gets the attention of all the others. "Um... could-- could I come in?"

"Uh..." John B looks back at JJ who gives a small shrug. "Um... su-sure. Yeah, okay." He steps aside, letting the woman walk inside.

"Hi, honey." She softly smiles at Y/N.

"Hi." Y/N mumbles, sitting on the couch next to Sarah.

"What are you doing here?" JJ asks.

"I, um... look, I-- I want Y/N." Emily says.

"You-- you want Y/N?" JJ asks. "Define "want.""

"I want to take her with me." Emily says.

"Excuse me?" JJ's eyebrows furrow.

"Look, I-- I know I fucked up with you guys. But I-- I want a second chance. And-- and I have a new husband and some good stepkids and-- and I just had a baby. She'll be safe there." Emily says.

"Sa-- no." JJ immediately shuts the idea down.

"JJ--"

"No!" He yells. "You-- you ditch her when she's a baby and then seven years -- almost a whole ass decade -- later, you just show up and expect to take her? Especially leaving her in the environment you know that Luke creates? Fuck no."

"She's my child."

"That didn't seem to fucking matter when you packed up and left!"

"I screwed up with you guys, but I'm trying to be good for my new family."

"How 'bout you fix the mess you created here first? You already had two kids, but you got tired and left us for somebody else with his own kids and started reproducing again? What? You gonna ditch 'em in a few months too?"

"I'm not gonna ditch them. Look, Y/N will be safer with me. My husband isn't mean, she'll-- she'll be able to get away from Luke."

"She doesn't even fucking know you or any of your new, perfect family members!"

"I'm her mother!"

"Yeah, and you're also my fucking mom! So where the hell have you been the past seven damn years?! Huh? Cause it wasn't here. You didn't protect her from Luke's drunk outbursts. You didn't change diapers, you didn't comfort her after nightmares or during storms, you don't help her with homework. You didn't teach her how to tie her shoes or ride a bike."

Y/N leans into Sarah's side, the blonde wrapping her arms around the girl, trying to silently comfort her knowing she's getting freaked out.

"Well, I can help now. She's gonna need a mom." Emily says.

"She has Kie and Sarah, she's perfectly fine without you. Before you get too invested in your new family, maybe try to fix your old family!"

"You won't let me!"

"You shouldn't even have anything to fix! You haven't been here! You don't get to randomly show up and whisk one of us away to a different life! You haven't done shit for this family. For me, for Y/N -- nothing."

"You know, she's on the A honor roll at school." JJ points at his sister who is curled into Sarah's side. Kie sits on her other side, a hand resting on the girl's arm. "She was the lead role in her second grade play -- and her first grade one. She's the best one in her dance class. She won the damn science fair."

"And she did it all by her fucking self." JJ states, his tone cold as he glares at his mother. "No help from you. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. It can't have anything to do with you cause you weren't fucking here."

"Look, JJ, honey, thank-- thank you for helping her, but... but I'm her mom."

"She doesn't even fucking know you! And helping her? I'm the one who's fucking raising her! Because her birth parents don't know how the fuck to do that!"

"I understand it's too late to make amends with you. I get that." Emily says. "But I can still try with her." She says. JJ scoffs, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head. The other four all have similar reactions, but stay quiet.

JJ watches Emily's every move with a heated glare as she kneels in front of the couch, right in front of Y/N. Sarah's grip on the girl tightens and Kie sits up a little, ready to shove the woman away if anything happens.

All of the pogues seem to get into attack mode in order to protect the seven year old.

"Y/N..." Emily rests her hand on the girl's shin. "Mommy is so sorry that she ever hurt you. If I did ever hurt you. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me and-- and please, come home with me. You'll have new siblings and a new daddy and you-- you'll get a two story house. You can have whatever you want."

Y/N stares at her for a few moments, Emily's hopeful smile never leaving her face. Y/N glances between her brother and his friends, all in protective stances, angry looks directed at the woman she's not familiar with.

JJ catches Y/N looking at him and he softens, his gentle blue eyes staring back at her, part of him worried she'll actually agree to Emily's proposal.

Y/N looks back at Emily who hopefully smiles again.

Y/N stands up and Emily's smile grows a bit more and she holds her arms out. But her smile turns to a frown when Y/N walks right past her and beelines to JJ, wrapping her arms around his waist.

JJ wraps an arm around her, his hand resting on her back. His other hand rests on the side of her head, his thumb rubbing back and forth to comfort her.

"I think it's time you left." JJ says.

"Y/N, just listen to me, I--" Emily walks over.

JJ breaks away from the hug and keeps a hand on Y/N's shoulder as he steps in front of her, blocking her from their mother.

"You need to leave." JJ states, his voice firmer.

"We'll call the cops." Kie threatens.

"Yeah, get out before we either call them or get physical ourselves." John B warns.

"Go back to your new family." Pope says. "Even though you don't deserve them, they seem to like you better than any of us."

"If you ever change your mind..." Emily says.

"We won't." JJ declares.

Emily quietly sighs, but accepts the loss. She leaves the chateau, going to her rental car and driving off.

"Can you and I go watch a movie?" Y/N asks her brother.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, sweetheart." JJ picks her up, holding her. He kisses her on the cheek and walks to the bedroom. Softly shutting the door behind him, he walks over to the bed and sets Y/N down on it.

When JJ goes to stand up, Y/N keeps her arms around his neck, forcing him to stay bent down.

"Gotta let go of me so I can get the computer, shorty." JJ says.

Y/N unwraps her arms, but pats some of his hair down, combing her hand through it once which she always down when she's bored or just anytime she's in reach of his hair.

"I love you." Y/N tells him.

JJ softly smiles and he leans closer, kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you, too, munchkin." He says.

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yeondollie · 2 months

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ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ᴅᴏʟʟ .ᐟ ♡ ^_^

. . bimbo! reader x tutor! beomgyu smut ౨ৎ

. . warnings ! NSFW, MDNI .ᐟ, bratty sub! beomgyu, sweetheart dom! fem reader, cockwarming, pet names (mommy, baby, my love, and sweetheart), unprotected sex, bulge kink, oral (m. rec), breast play, beomgyu is kind of mean, size kink, beomgyu has glasses, thats it i think hehehe ;)

. . words ! 1.7k ⟡

a/n ; this is my first post yayy :o !! huge sucker for sub! beomie :( im sosososo sorry if anything is bad, please leave any concerns/comments you may have please and thank you babies ! ఌ︎.

“____ come here please.” you hear your professor call out as you return from your bathroom trip. you didn’t really need to use the bathroom, you just went to reapply your lipgloss and fix your hair like always.

“yes sir? is something wrong?” you say, smiling through your glossy pink lips. “you do know you're failing my class right? a 'd-' is failing as far as i know." your professor says quietly as to not alert the rest of the class of your failing status.

your dumb smile falls as your professor tells you of your grade. the bell rung before you could get a word out to defend yourself. your defense was; you're just a girl, you couldn't do all of this work alone :< !

"listen, you have to get your grade up if you want to pass my class at least to a 'c' okay?" as soon as your professor says this, choi beomgyu catches his attention. "beomgyu, come here please."

"yes?" the tall boy says, catching your attention. he was tall, standing at about 6 foot and he was.. so handsome. you always knew him as the smart kid in class and would often ask him for help, as you were always lost but you've only noticed till now how handsome he was.

"____ here needs some help in my class, could you lend her a hand? maybe on the weekends get together, we're trying to raise her grade." your professor asks of beomgyu nicely. beomgyu didn't look to pleased to have to now spend his weekends tutoring some random girl from his physics class but he couldn't say no to his professor.

"i can do that, i'm free right now actually." beomgyu says in monotone voice, then turning to you. you were kind of spaced out, spaced out looking at beomgyus pretty eyes. "hello? are you free right now?" beomgyu repeats, waving his big hand in your face.

"y-yeah.. i'm free!" you say, overly joyful about spending your evening with this handsome man from your class. on the other hand, he didn't look too joyful. he had to spend his entire evening probably repeating himself over and over again for this dumb girl to understand the easiest concept in the world? kill him. "we can go to my dorm r-right now if you want." you smile through your pretty teeth.

beomgyu nodded his head and began following you to your dorm which wasn't too far away. the walk was.. awkward to say the least but beomgyu started to notice things about you that he hadn't before. the way your heels clicked and clacked as you walked, your perfectly done nails which were pink of course, your perfectly curled hair, you skimpy but prettypretty pink skirt, and your intoxicating scent.

you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed but you were for sure the prettiest and beomgyu knew this. he started to get nervous as the two of you approached your dorm room. you took out your keys, which had a kuromi keychain beside it and struggled trying to open the door. "need a hand?" beomgyu says, smirk on his pretty face. you nod and allow him to take over, opening the door in one swift motion.

you allowed beomgyu to get comfortable, both of you taking a seat on your pretty pink couch ready for him to tutor you. "so what are you not understanding? i assume everything." beomgyu says, chuckling while adjusting his glasses. you felt a bit hurt by this comment, pouting your pretty lips at him but it was true. you truly did not understand anything your professor was teaching in that stupid physics class!

"i'm not as dumb as you think i am.." you whisper softly at beomgyu, looking away from him shyly. he scoffs at this knowing he truly thought you were an idiot. "i'm not! stop laughing at me.." you say in a whiny voice.

"____ you're failing the easiest class on planet earth cmon.. you're pretty fucking stupid." he says, upright laughing straight in your face. you were taken aback from his sudden sassiness, you didn't expect this out of him.

"i have talents.." you say, looking his his eyes and pouting your lips. these 'talents' you were talking about had nothing to do with your brains, in fact it had everything to do with your body. "i can show you."

beomgyus eyes widen, in shock but also curiosity. "we need t-to focus on your studies." he says, pushing up his glasses once more but you could clearly see the bulge in his pants. you giggled and started palming him, looking into his pretty eyes.

"want me to stop?" you say, smiling with those full n pretty lips of yours. beomgyu nodded furiously, moans and whimpers slipping out of his mouth. god you loved that sound, whimpering men !! :D

"d-dont stop baby.. god." he said, head falling back onto your couch. oh you had him hooked, he really wasn't sexually active. like at all, the last time he could think of was.. his mind was blank. sure he would jerk off to whatever nasty porn video he could find on twitter but he hadn't felt the touch of a women in a while, you liked that.

"i haven't even touched your dick yet.." you chuckled, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from his boxers. you let out an unexpected gasp, never did you think he'd be this.. big. holy shit. "d-dont look at it like that.." he buried his face in embarrassment.

you give his tip little licks while looking up into this eyes, god you would pay for this to be photographed. he looked so pretty, this fucked out already. "d-don't tease me.. please." he begs, finally breaking that sassy attitude he once had.

you abide, being too sweet to turn down his request so you take his whole member in your mouth. his moans and whimpers suddenly become even louder, having you place a hand over his mouth so you wont get another complaint from the neighbors; yes, another. who said you weren't active? ;D

"you like that? what happened to me being 'fucking stupid' honey?" further teasing him, your hands still working on his hard member. he whines and whines, its like music to your pretty ears. "n-no.. no y-you're not.. fuckkkuggh.. m-mommys not dumb no.. i-im sososo sorry.. please u-use your.. shit.. your mouth again." he protests, getting more vocal by the second.

mommy..?

"aww.. my babys needy. dont worry, i've got you okay?" he nods at your reassurance and he started playing with your hair, making a makeshift pony tail for you and continuing to lower you on his cock. making you gag, spit and his precum all over those pretty lips of yours. god he was going insane, he never thought bimbo you would be gagging on his dick. "f-fuck.. c-cumming.. can i-i come mommy?"

you were getting wetter and wetter by the second, his words had such an affect on you it was crazy. you were feeling kind but more like you could already feel beomgyus dick twitching in your mouth so you were going to let him cum. "cum my love, its okay." smiling with your pretty teeth. before you could say another word, he was pulling your head closer spilling his liquid down your throat.

"can we try something?"

you suddenly suggest an idea, and idea had popped into your mind but sucking on him. his moans and whimpers sounded so pretty, why not hear that while having him inside you? "y-yeah.. just.. fuck.. give me a second." he's panting and trying to catch his breath, it was evident he wasn't very active.

you crawl on top of him sliding off your pink lacey panties but keeping your pretty pink skirt on. "wait w-" he was cut off from the feeling of your wet pussy wrapping around his sensitive cock. "fuck!" he moans loudly. he bottoms out inside you, he was stretching out your tight pussy beyond what you thought was possible. "mhmmfggg.." you whimper.

he was waiting for you to move, for you to start riding him but.. nothing. you sat there with his twitching and sensitive dick inside of you, he was getting impatient. he started rutting up inside of you like a needy puppy but no, you couldn't let him. you just wanted to have him inside you, such an intimate moment. "no beom.. no not yet okay my love?" you caress his cheek and place a kiss on it, leaving a pink glossy stain on his cheek.

"please m-mommy.. i need you to move.. now."

you couldn't say no to him, no not at all could you say no. you could feel him breath hitch as you began bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. "babys cock is so b-big.. huh?" chuckling while continuing to bounce on his big dick. "s-stop.. im gonna.. shit.. im gonna c-cum again mommy.." he whimpers out.

"come on.. you can do this.. right? cum in me my love." you manage to moan out as you continue to ride him, now becoming more sloppy as you can feel your high coming. his big cock was hitting your g-spot continuously, making you moan out his name. "b-beomie.."

you could feel his hands slipping under your shirt, under your bra, and starting to play with with your tits causing you to moan again and again in such pleasure. even without much experience, he knew how to please a women. "fuck! you like m-mommys tiddies? mhm?"

"y-yes f-fuck sorry.. sorryy i-im cumming!" beomgyu says through his whimpers and before you can say anything back, you could feel his cum spilling inside of you. you continued to ride on his sensitive cock, chasing your own high in the process. "cum on my dick.. please, please, please."

after releasing on his cock, you pull of of him and feel his hot cum run down your leg. you giggled and pulled up your pretty pin lacey panties back up and fixed your hair once more, being the pretty bimbo you are.

"i think i'm going to need more tutoring session.. right?" the fucked out boy just nodded, not muttering a word to you. he couldn't even maintain eye contact with you now. he was first calling you stupid and now, he couldn't even talk for himself without stuttering to you.

"y-yeah.. more s-sessions."

a/n ; i love sub! beomie with mommy kink urhrhrgrgygyrgygrygrygrygry :( 𖹭

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devieuls · 10 months

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The way of love pt.V

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW!! Dirty Talk; Bites; Blood; Spit; "Power Play"; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; "Swearing"; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Growls.

Lenght : 6.3k

Notes: The chapter would have been out sooner if Tumblr hadn’t deleted my notes. BTW, well, I'm here to tell you that this chapter is the much-coveted NSFW, so I urge minors not to read, I know you will do it anyway, but please, please listen to me </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star. LEFELAN: Male Na'vi; YAWNETU: Loved One; TSAHEY: Expression of frustration like 'oh, hell!'; NGATSYIP: Little you; PRRNEN: Baby; SA'NUTSYIP: Little mommy/mama

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

While you were walking you could still feel Neteyam’s hands gripping you, as his warm breath pinched your skin, wet kisses that gave you chills, and the way frustration appeared between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you missed Neteyam’s body against yours, and you couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was your problem.

You fixed your hair to cover the little bite marks left by the boy on the sides of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as a delicate hand landed on your back, only to find it was Tul'pey once you turned around. You tried to smile naturally, like the guilt of what you just did wasn’t eating your vocal cords now that you were looking into his eyes.

"Ma yawne, I was looking for you. Where have you been?" His sweet voice was like a stab in the stomach, not finding an adequate answer to give to your future mate. His eyes went down your body, noticing smudges of paint on your hips and abdomen, and then noticing some equally smudged red lines on your neck, which were slightly covered by some strands of hair. His gaze took a little, then opened his mouth again. "…And why is the paint on your body in this…way?"

You couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a lump in your throat as Tul'pey’s grip on your back hardened, making you shudder. Your eyes sought comfort away from those of Tul'pey who burned your skin. "Umh… I-I" you managed to say while you were searching for other words to form a sentence of full meaning.

"Y/N. Where you’ve been for half an hour. And why did you come back like this?" His harsh words scratched your skin, and in that moment you wished you had been attacked by a hungry Palulukan. Tul'pey was a great hunter, for this reason no detail went unnoticed, so you wondered why you had even thought that fixing your hair and clothes would be enough to go unnoticed, especially in his eyes. You felt like a complete idiot for not remembering the paint, you were so busy panting over another guy’s touches that your brain got drunk.

Your pupils dilated and then thought that if you were reduced to that state, then most likely Neteyam was too. You silently prayed to Eywa that Neteyam would not come out of the forest now, or you would die. Tul'pey began to spatter over your behavior, grabbed your face from your jaw, wrapped his hand and squeezed impatiently. "I swear-" started to say and then stopped when he saw hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

The hands were warm, the grip soft and delicate as if they didn’t want to hurt you. A warm body pressed against your back, pulling Tul'pey’s hand apart; the warm breath of the na'vi behind you tickled your throat and then let you breathe again as if the lump in your throat were suddenly loose.

"Oh, it’s my fault." said the gentle voice of your best friend who was holding you. "Lately I have been terribly affectionate, and I didn’t realize I had spoiled the vernce of y/n" the girl laughed slightly and then showed Tul'pey her arms with smudged paint, and then detached from you and show the other smudges of paint on her body. " See?"

Tul'pey’s hand left its grip on your jaw and chuckled, "I should have imagined it" the boy cleared his voice and then took a few steps back. "Y/n, however your parents were looking for you, we were worried about you… I… well, I’m going for.. you know." his voice was broken, obviously embarrassed by the way he was placed. After all, he was always very jealous and protective, but this was the first time you saw him a little more 'aggressive' with you.

When the boy left, you turned to Uleyte and embraced her instinctively. " I… can expl-" Uleyte laughed and shook his head slightly. " You can’t explain better than what I saw" your face began to burn because of the redness, you looked into her eyes mortified.

"Don’t look at me like that… I just wasted good paint and good tribal designs just to save your pretty face," she continued to reassure you. " It’s not what you think. It happened unintentionally. I-I swear!" You started making excuses, and then you got stuck with the girl who just had a smile on her face.

"So your 'oh, Neteyam' were unintentionally? because I think I heard something that sounded like that." She teased you, right before you started slapping her arm with embarrassment. " ULEYTE!" you sighed before leaving the girl’s body.

"I know I’m going to ask you a huge favor, but I need you to go paint Neteyam’s body. If they found out, the hugging excuse wouldn’t hold" You said, taking her hands and hoping she’d agree. "I stopped him right before he left the forest. I had already thought about doing it, but you two little parultysìp! you have to think about things like that, if I hadn’t been there it would have ended very badly" she replied sweetly, before taking one of the white bowls and heading towards the place where Neteyam had stopped. You whispered a "thank you" to her that she smiled back before disappearing into the trees.

Neteyam froze on the spot when he saw Uleyte arrive with a bowl in his hand, sure it was full of poison to make him swallow. Surprisingly not so, the girl made Neteyam sit on the ground, before starting to rebuild the lines that were smudged.

"She has a mate." she whispered chillingly after a few minutes of awkward silence, where Neteyam didn’t know how to speak. "A companion who was sent to her by Eywa." She continued without ever looking away from the paint to make the drawings.

"I know…" Neteyam replied in one breath, feeling tense.

" If you’re going to play with her, I swear, I-" Uleyte stopped when he saw Neteyam’s eyes, and then watched as he was already answering. " I’m not playing." His sincere look and convincing tone made the girl nod, who went on quietly. "You know what she risks. It will be the next Olo'eykte, and if it’s because of you her name gets muddy, you’ll destroy everything she’s worked for over the years." She replied, that she finished drawing on Neteyam’s body. "She does not have the privilege of being a lefnelan, the na'vi would break her spirit and she will have no honor. Be wise, future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya." She rose from the ground, drawing two lines in the center of the forehead, symbol of wisdom. "Y/n is a sister to me. I will not speak of what I have seen, I only hope that Eywa will protect you two, whatever your decision, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan." When Uleyte finished talking, she disappeared into the trees, returning to the village.

Neteyam spent a few minutes observing the trees, thinking about what the girl had just told him. In that month that he had been so in contact with you, he could not help but appreciate every little part of you: the way you covered your smile when he said something funny; how you rolled your eyes at his jokes out of place; The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the sea and the wind in your culture; Your hair smelling of Yovo Fruit; Your bioluminescent freckles reminiscent of the stars you saw in the night; your decided character. He couldn’t see anything in you but perfection, so he couldn’t help but be jealous of how Tul'pey touched you, caressed you or kissed you. He was burning with jealousy, because he knew damn well he wanted to be the one to make you smile after a kiss, he wanted to be your partner, hold you every night to his chest and worship you as if you were the sun and moon of his world.

When he recovered, he returned to the village, immediately greeted by Tul'pey who invited him to sit among his friends during the banquet. When he saw you coming, his eyes followed your every move, enchanted by the way you radiated your own light only with your presence. He noticed how the smudges in your paint had been retouched like his, and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was and how his hands fit perfectly into your soft hips.

As Ikeyni began the opening speech to bless the food and the day in the name of Eywa, Neteyam had to mentally apologize to the Great Mother, because in his mind your whimpers echoed against the tree and as you called his name so sweetly.

You noticed Neteyam’s gaze upon you, but you avoided reciprocating, pointing your eyes at your mother who started talking once everyone sat down. Once the Olo'eykte speech was over, everyone began to eat and talk to each other, while the fire you had lit for Eywa created a crackling melody that accompanied the discussions.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mi'feya, the dancer of your clan, approaching Neteyam to talk to him. Her body language was so clear, the way she touched her hair, her tail moving slightly behind her, her fingers touching Neteyam’s skin, and then the smiles he smiled back at her. At that moment your heart was as if it was beating more slowly, you felt burning at the height of the larynx, tense muscles and a heaviness that was not in your belly before. Your jaw stiffened to the point of clenching it until you felt pain, while the nikt'chey in your hand turned to mush. It annoyed you to see Mi'feya so close to Neteyam, and her behavior made you nervous as never before, but the thing that caused you the most discomfort and pain was how Neteyam smiled at her and spoke to her with such kindness.

A feeling of jealousy was born in you, as you restrained yourself from looking at them or from dragging Neteyam as far away as possible and kissing him again, until you consumed his lips, until he understood that that smile should only be addressed to you and to you alone. You wanted to damn yourself for this, you didn’t have to be jealous of someone who isn’t yours, especially if that 'someone' is one of the Sullys.

Uleyte immediately noticed your change of mood, and put a hand on your leg, as if it could bring you back to the neutral state. " ma y/n… You’re making it too obvious," she whispered, looking at you, only to make you sigh heavily. "What?" You said while you were cleaning your dirty hand because of the crushed nikt'chey. "You know what," she replied.

Your eyes rolled, pointing at the sky for a few seconds. "It’s nothing." You hissed and then resumed your meal. During the duration of the banquet, your eyes could not stop looking from time to time at the two guys who were sitting on the other side of the circle, and when you looked away, it was Neteyam looking at you, a few seconds that made him sip at the words of the girl at his side. He knew almost immediately of your strange behavior, but did not immediately understand that that was jealousy very little hidden.

Your mother looked at the scene with suspicion, she immediately felt your nervousness, having you practically next to her, but she preferred not to ask questions and observe in silence but with suspicion.

When the banquet ended, dances began marking the time of the end of the sacred day, music accompanied Uleyte’s melodious voice, while some thuds caused by dance steps created additional accompaniment. It was all so harmonious, children dancing or accompanying your friend’s voice, couples joining the dance, and na'vi just having fun. It was a bitter bite to see Mi'feya leading Neteyam to dance with her, dances that were usually for couples or courtship.

You sat next to Uleyte as you watched the horrid scene as your foot and tail trembled in anxiety and exasperation. You had never felt these feelings for Tul'pey, and you were used to seeing him surrounded by young na'vi who touched him or tried to flirt slightly.

A hand beat your shoulder gently, and Tul'pey invited you to dance with him, under Uleyte’s wise gaze, you stood up and danced with your partner, trying to clear your mind.

After a few hours of dancing, the clan’s youngest na'vi withdrew with their parents to their respective huts, leaving in the village only young adults who from there shortly would be given to a little alcohol derived from the fermentation of some fruits or fish and to youthful fun. You stopped dancing, sitting next to your friend, obviously still tense.

"I’m going to clear my mind." You said before you walked away from the heart of the village, and walked where the huts were, thinking if going home was the wisest idea, instead of torturing you in seeing Neteyam and Mi'feya laughing and dancing together. You came unconsciously near the empty house of Neteyam, sighing heavily and annoyed that everything was bringing you back to him. Shortly after you passed the hut, a warm hand wrapped your wrist and dragged you to a hut. Instinctively you carried a hand where there was a small dagger that all the na'vi carried with them even in the days of celebration, one of the hands of the stranger stopped your wrist when it seemed that you were about to attack.

"No need for this" Neteyam’s clear voice echoed through the thin walls of leaves and straw. "Why did you take me like this?! I could have really hurt you. Weren’t you down in the village dancing?" you asked again annoyed, while the boy left you both wrists. "I saw you leave upset and I followed you" he replied gently. "What’s going on?"

You sighed deeply before answering. " Nothing." The dry tone was so obvious that Neteyam could read your face despite the dim light inside the hut.

"It can’t be 'nothing', you have a strange behavior after… well, you know what happened" you looked him in the eye and the small rays of the late sunset painted purple tints on his face. "Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it, why don’t you go back to Mi'feya? You seemed so happy." Neteyam’s gaze went from sweet to amused when he realized that maybe it was jealousy behind your ambiguous behavior. "Should I? Maybe so, but it wasn’t that interesting" his tone was slightly mischievous. "It didn’t seem. With all those smiles and laughs, it seemed like you were having a good time with her." You drifted slightly away from him, only to be caught again by the wrist.

"You’re jealous, ma Tanhì?" you turned your face to where he was and tightened your jaw.

"No. I have no reason to be jealous, especially of you." You said you tried to be as convincing as possible.

"but I’m jealous of you." He admitted with a naturalness that left you breathless for a second. "And I know that you are of me," he continued as he shortened his distance with you. "Stop your jokes, you’re not funny." Your tone was as if out of breath, which the boy noticed.

"I’m not kidding. I’m jealous, terribly jealous of you and the fact that you’re not mine." His fingers intertwined with some strands of your hair, drawing closer to him. " And I can’t stop being, not after I get a taste of you…" His words were blown on your lips, swallowed as you filled your lungs with his scent and breath. "It’s not the same for me…" those words were more to convince yourself than him.

"Then why did another woman bother you so much?" His eyes wouldn’t come off your face, even studying the smallest micro expression. "Neteyam, that’s enough." your voice was breathless, almost exhausted as you restrained yourself from making yet another mistake. "Then tell me sincerely that it did not bother you and to go back to Mi'feya" his nose touched yours, while the hand between your hair held you close to him.

You opened your mouth to talk, but yet another lump in your throat was created. "I… don’t want to." You whispered slightly as you longed to kiss him again. Neteyam approached your lips but you stopped him by leaning your fingers on his mouth. " We can’t… I-I have a companion" Your tone made your voice broken as you spoke. "Let me just feel you one last time…" he whispered in a gasp. "Allow me to make you feel what he will never offer you, ma Tanhì" His sincere look made you understand his desire for you, the fingers of the hand holding your wrist touched your side, making you whisper his name with exasperation. "Tell me you don’t want it as much as I do, it’s the only way to stop this torture."

"I don’t want it…" you swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to stick to the last strand of sanity in your body. Neteyam leaned his forehead on yours and took a long breath closing his eyes before moving away from you, his gaze hesitated a few seconds before turning to leave.

You bit your lip when you saw it drifting away, but the last thread left inside you had been cut by Neteyam himself. You instinctively approached him, but surprisingly it was he who stole the kiss you were about to take. Your tongues danced together from the start, as the boy’s hands wrapped around your thighs before lifting you up and tying your legs around his waist. The room filled with moaning and wheezing accompanied by snaps of lips that clashed with desire; your hands wandered over his chest, before wrapping around his neck to feel him closer. Your back against the soft fabric of one of the sides of the hut, the breath that was beginning to fail both of you as you devoured your lips as if hungry.

Neteyam slid down gently, not letting you out of his arms, carrying you on his legs. Now his hands touched every inch of your body, memorizing and worshipping it in silence, his fingers squeezed your flesh while you panted on his lips.

When you came off, you carried your mouth over his neck, leaving bites and purple marks as he groaned raucously with his eyes closed, throwing his head back. Your fingers were eagerly wrapped in his hair and neck. You wanted to feel it as your own, so that everyone could see that they didn’t have a chance because he already had someone; the sense of possession was devouring you as you marked his body with your signature. Neteyam did not dare to pull you away from him, moving some strands of hair behind your ear, so as not to disturb your work.

The boy’s hands wrapped around your neck and side, caressing them as if to spur you to keep leaving marks on his body. When you broke away, Neteyam approached you, for the umpteenth time, kissing you with more passion, your hand now descended on his loincloth, pinching the top while the knuckles teased his lower abdomen. Neteyam gave you a silent consent, bringing you closer to him. Even the boy’s hands hesitated after taking off the net shawl, his fingers ripped off the part that covered your breast, while your free hand went to get his, to carry it on your breast. A small groan came out of your lips as he squeezed his grip gently, playing with your already hard and needy nipples; he detached himself from your lips to go and give attention to your breasts, teasing them with bites, licking and small juices that only made you wet. His tail wrapped around yours and then tickled the back of your pelvis, your back arched forward as you panted his name with despair, only making him more eager than you.

Your hand rested on his covered erection and a shiver ran through your body, beginning to draw its silhouette on the fabric that covered it, making him groan and moan around your breasts, while you were eager to feel what it would be like inside you. Your minds were clouded and drunk with your natural scents mixed with pheromones.

"You’re so beautiful" he whispered, voicing his thoughts unintentionally.

Neteyam’s hands went down to remove the lower part of your clothing, leaving you naked on top of him, and he detached himself from your breast, leaving a thread of saliva that still wanted his mouth at that point. He took a deep breath admiring your body with adoration, as if he were worshipping you in silence, and then following the curves of your body, feeling hungry. You wore the loincloth and looked down, swallowing to see the length of the na'vi below you.

Neteyam took your face from your chin and lowered it to its height, then tapped his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth, ma yawnetu" you did what you said and the boy spat in your mouth, swallowed the fruity taste of the boy and then felt the lips of the boy again on yours, leaving as much saliva in your mouth, detaching immediately after. This time you poured the mixture that had been created in your mouth on your hand, using it to go and use it as a lube on Neteyam’s sore erection.

A long, hoarse groan came out of his lips as he felt your soft hand wrapped around his intimacy, his head bent backwards as a suffocated "Tsahey" came out of his mouth. His body unbalanced backwards, while his hands supported him and thanks to this his muscles contracted, leaving you enchanted by the scene, imprinting it in your memory. Your eyes went down to his abdomen as your hand moved with agonizing slowness to make him complain under you, already knowing he would take his revenge later. Your free hand went to tear the bands that covered his torso, leaving you finally a complete vision on his abdominal muscles, admiring how they twitched when you touched sensitive points like the small lateral vein that pulsed with desire.

You lowered yourself on his abdomen, sliding a little further away from the boy’s body, starting to leave kisses on his lower abdomen, making him swear in a language that you did not know, but that you found strangely erotic said by him. You blew lukewarm air on his pulsating cock, receiving a grunt from Neteyam, exasperated to have a little more. He felt the air missing in the meatballs when he felt your warm mouth around his bundle of nerves, while you licked and sucked at alternate and not decisive rhythms. One of his hands ended again in your hair, guiding you on the course that most pleased him, and when you understood the rhythm you could feel that it was the perfect one because of the tail of the boy who was shaking and beating on the ground for excitement. You began to greedily suck his intimacy, feeling his vein beating against your tongue that tasted his taste. Neteyam’s eyes watched you as you warmed his cock with so much devotion and passion, getting more excited because of your gargling when you went too deep or the snap that made your lips full of saliva against his erection when you got to the deepest point of your throat.

You only peeled off when a sweetish liquid slowly poured into your mouth, you panted slightly as you swallowed his sperm keeping your eyes fixed in Neteyam’s, which made him even more excited. Those eyes that before looked severely and almost disgustingly now begged him to give her more, to push him to the limit. He took a deep breath after pouring into your tongue, whispering a frustrated "Fuck…!" in the language you didn’t understand.

You walked away from his dick after one last lick to definitely clean it from that sweet juice he gave you. His face was swollen, bite marks on his lip were noticeable. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you against his lips, kissing you with passion and passion, as he stretched you backwards, meeting your back with the floor, kneeling between your legs. Your back arched when you felt Neteyam’s fingers playing with your clitoris right away, rubbing and pinching it, making you moan in his mouth, while a mischievous smile was born on his face.

" What’s going on, Sa'nutsyìp? It’s too much for you?" he said maliciously once removed from your lips, to enjoy your raw moans. Your hands ended up on his back, slightly scratching the smooth surface of his skin, unable to speak when two fingers entered you, leaving his thumb to massage the small mountain of your intimacy. Your breath cut out right in Neteyam’s ear as you closed your eyes enjoying the moment they were giving you the boy’s long fingers that created imaginary circles on the most sensitive spot of you.

Little shivers ran through your body, whimpering for more, until he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you squeak and moan so much that you had to shut your mouth to listen to the cries. His free hand blocked your wrists over your head, preventing you from blocking your moaning. "Oh no, I want to hear them all." He said raucously in your ear. The chills covered your whole body, taking long breaths to try not to make you feel more than you should. Your head bent to the side, as small tears formed and stuck in your eyelashes; your chest rose and descended for the ecitation that was exploding within you; your lips swollen and red because of the canines that sank on your own skin.

The fingers of neteyam began a rhythm that went from extremely slow and heartbreaking to a violent one that made you feel so close to heaven, while his lips worked your breasts with small bites or juices that forced you to keep your back arched for too much pleasure. The few times you could keep your eyes open, you could see Neteyam’s shoulders and back glowing through the window. The muscles tense and tense, holding the grip that blocked your wrists did not intend to loosen despite your spasms of pleasure; while his tail could not stand still, meeting yours only to tease her with the small final hairs of her tail, causing you further chills. "m-more…" you whispered exhausted, while the na'vi above you approached your neck. "Ask it like a good prrnen, mh?" he whispered, making you shudder. "Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

You felt a sense of emptiness when Neteyam broke away from you, letting your wrists go, his wet fingers came out of your vagina and tasted the taste of your excitement. A deep breath came out of your lips as you saw that scene, closing your legs as much as possible to create friction and relieve the pleasant pain. The boy laughed loudly and then opened your legs, his long fingers clasping your thighs.

"I am not finished." He hissed before leaning over your body and starting to leave wet kisses on your lower abdomen, coming down with a heartbreaking slowness on your groin, leaving some hickeys. You panted slightly, leaning on your elbows to see as much as possible of Neteyam’s actions, your lips again tortured by your own teeth as you lost your breath because of Neteyam’s lips.

"Oh, ma Eywa…" was the only thing you could say with the last thread of voice that was leaving your body after Neteyam breathed warm air on your red intimacy and swollen with desire. Your arms almost gave out when the rag’s wet tongue collided against your clitoris, making you moan louder than you thought. You heard the sound of Neteyam’s mocking smile as your head bent backwards in exasperation. Your tongue still had its sweet taste and the fact that he was now working the same way between your legs only made you more excited.

Neteyam’s lips began to kiss your bundle of excitement, sucking it greedily just to hear you scream and pant shamefully, as if you had never had intercourse before him. His tongue made space between your wet folds and it was easy for him to slip inside you and start enjoying you with pleasure.

"Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

He bit his lip, growling against your skin because of your pounding pussy against his erection needing new attention. "o-only this time…" you whispered raptured by desire. "I won’t be the one to stop you, Tanhi." his hoarse voice promptly answered your request.

Neteyam laid his hands on your hips and gently dropped you on his cock, a small hoarse groan betrayed his throat when he felt you tighten the walls around his chapel. The breath left your body when you felt the Na'vi just inside you, while a deep whimper accompanied Neteyam’s groan. Your nails stuck in his shoulders when you took inside you the whole length, your chest pressed against that of the boy as you began to move over him, tightening around his dick.

The hut filled with shameless moans and breathlessness, while the continuous tensions that were created between you were finally released with every movement of the basin you did to feel more pleasure. Neteyam’s lips searched for yours, devouring your every groan or whimper, but you, instead, enjoyed his groans and hoarse anxieties, accompanied by words in an unknown language. You left a few bites on your lips, while his hands touched every inch of your body, holding it to himself without shame and with much possession, frustrated that you could not mark every inch of your body to claim it as his.

His hand ended up in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him, pulling and stroking some strands that he held between his fingers with jealousy. He loved every part of you and that was sending him straight to heaven, he had dreamed so much of having you like this but the reality had exceeded his expectations by light years. The hand that once touched your body was now wrapped around your neck, feeling your irregular breathing and your restraining moans from time to time. "Don’t hold back, let me hear how you like it." He said, licking your lips and then tightening your grip around your neck so you don’t hold back. Your face was a disaster of frustration and full well-being, an erotic vision in the eyes of Omatikayan.

Your nails scratched his shoulders and back, especially when he felt he was hitting a fragile spot inside you, and when he figured out where your G-spot was, he had you lie down again, putting some sheets under your pelvis, without ever leaving you. You screamed with pleasure as she began to slam repeatedly against that fragile spot, you cried his name, groaning like a shameless and leaving other deeper scratches on his back.

After a few more pushes you both reached your second orgasm, coordinating it without even wanting to. Neteyam’s hand was woven into yours at this point, while with the other he bore his weight.

His orgasm was stored so easily in your memory, as he did with yours. Neteyam’s hot cum made room on your stomach, as he had managed to get out just in time from you. Your breaths mingled in the silence of the night, the sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other and the air still filled with your orgasms.

"That doesn’t mean I’ll hate you less." you whispered to break the silence. He turned to his side, looking at you amused. "You literally yelled my name just a few minutes ago and you just came out like that?" You also turned to the side of his answer, looking him in the eye. "Yes." You replied plainly.

Neteyam’s hand wrapped around your neck again, pushing you against him, while the other caressed your soft hair.

"Ma Eywa, you’re even sexier when you’re so stubborn, I’d like to make you cry on my dick a little more" he answered inches from your lips. "Tsk, as if you could." he looked at you.

"Sa'nutsyìp, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, just stop" he said teasing you. "You must have never been touched by a lefnelan" he continued, making fun of you.

"You’re right, I should really be looking for one, but it’s hard to find a man among so many kids." Neteyam’s jaw twitched at your answer and then he brushed his lips with yours. "You’re too beautiful to even answer you in the way I want to." He blew the words on your lips, making you lose a few beats.

His eyes studying you with interest and fun, while her thumb caressed the side of your throat, not taking his hand off your neck.

"What? Short of answers." You smiled mockingly.

"No, but I would gladly take that smile off your face, again." You remained silent for such a natural and sincere response. The desire to kiss him again had increased and he noticed.

"You see, ma Tanhì? You don’t hate me the way you want to" he said on your ear and then stuck you under him again, holding your wrists to the sides of your head. "If not, you wouldn’t have allowed me to take your orgasm twice" he started kissing your neck again. "and you wouldn’t let me do this now."

You turned your head to the side in silence, while he smiled mockingly. "I told you, you would have asked for this." Your eyes returned to his, slightly annoyed.

"You’re annoying." You snorted.

"And you look beautiful when you get angry" he laughed back, then stole a kiss before lying down again.

He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world.

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please,comment with your opinions and tell me which part you liked the most.

Well, since I found this beautiful fan art, i post it in this chapter because it reminded me of the scene where y/n paints Neteyam’s body.

-Mel

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maverickbabes · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 - Handjob "ma 'teyam"

Kinktober Day 1 - Handjob

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader!

Warnings: hand job (obvi lol), praises, subby!neteyam, dom!reader, mommy/mistress kink, aftercare

yawntutsyìp - darling

🔞MDNI 18+🔞

You watched as Neteyam talked with members of the clan with such confidence and it almost made him seem like he would top you during sex.

Almost

Seeing him so confident with the clan members, an idea pops into your head. You make your way to Neteyam, slow yet determined as you gently raise your hand and graze your fingertips along his stripes. "Yea so - Woah" Neteyam says closing his eyes from your touch.

He knew it was you as you always grazed either your fingertips or nails along his back. Neteyam looks down and sees his cock get hard so he places his arms over his loincloth and excuses himself from the members and turns around seeing you smirking behind him.

"Why'd you do that, we're in public ma love" He whispers as he grabs your arms and rushes both of you towards your guy's shared hut. "Aww is someone feeling flustered just from the simple touch of my fingertips?" You teased as you drag your finger down his arm.

He makes sure the front flap was shut before turning to you with desperation in his bright eyes. "You caused this now please fix it" He says uncovering his loincloth to reveal the outline of his hard, throbbing dick.

"Now, that's not the proper way to talk to me now is it ma 'teyam?" You purr as you strut over to him, making sure to sway your hips side to side. "N-no sorry" He stutters out as he looks down at the ground, blushing. "What's the magic word darling?" You ask him as you tilt his head up with your finger.

"Please mommy" He mumbles under his breath and you shake her head before making him look at you. "I can't help you unless you speak up pretty boy, now let's restart. What's the magic word?" You explained to him and he nods his head.

He clears his throat before getting down on his knees and looking up with his big doe eyes, driving you insane. "Please mommy can you help me" He practically begs and you smirk down at him before leaning down and grabbing his chin. "Of course my pretty boy, I'd be honored" You purr as you kneel down in front of him and untied his loincloth.

His cocks springs and slaps against his stomach earning a small whimper from Neteyam as he closes his eyes. You spit on your hand then began moving your hand along his shaft. Neteyam lets out a small moan but covers his mouth with his hand which you didn't want.

"I want to hear you my sweet baby boy, let mistress hear your pretty moans" You encouraged as your hand pushes harder, your wrist movements quickening. "Oh f-fuck" Neteyam moans, lifting his hips to meet your strokes. "Such a good boy for me aren't you?" You praised him as you sped up your movements, trying different angles.

"Please don't stop mommy please please" He begs as he digs his fangs into his bottom lip while thrusting his hips into your strokes. "Who can only make you feel this good pretty boy?" You ask him as you lock eyes with him. "Only you mistress only you!" He moans loudly as you watch his abdomen tighten.

You lean over and began kissing him passionately as you rubbed your thumb over the tip. "Come for me my mighty warrior" You say against his lips and almost immediately he climaxes all over your hand and chest as he lets out a loud shaky moan into your mouth.

Once you felt him come down from his high, you give him a peck on the forehead before getting up and grabbing a cloth to wipe away the mess. "You did such a good job my mighty warrior" You praise him and he gives you a shy smile before looking away.

"Thank you yawntutsyìp" He says putting a few stray hairs behind your ear. "Anytime ma 'teyam" You said as you give him a few small kisses all over his face then getting up to put the cloth within the dirty ones. "Now, come here and let's cuddle" You tell him as you walk over to the hammock and he gets up and joins you.

a/n: So i decided to join the kinktober thing so I hope this is good!

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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FL CONCEPT : The triplets start dating, Jack knew about Axel, but didn’t about the girls so there’s a huge argument.

Ivy came down the steps with you behind her while Jack was half asleep on the couch in the living room. He opened his eyes once he heard the two of you and looked to see that Ivy was dressed up and you were fixing a few stray hairs that had fallen out of place.

“You look gorgeous, princess. Where are you going?”

“Thank you, daddy. Mommy helped me with it. I’m going on a date with Damion.”

Jack then did a double take.

“On a WHAT? Excuse me? Since when did this happen?”

Ivy looked over to you for help and you simply looked at him dumbfounded.

“What do you mean when did this happen? Didn’t we agree that when they turned 16 that they were allowed to date?” You said since you were now confused at his outburst.

“Yes, we agreed on that but I didn’t know we actually STARTED. Axel came and told me he was, but they are now too?! Who is this boy? I need to meet his parents. I don’t know anything about him.”

“Okay, first off, I already did and calm down before Ivy gets upset because that is the last thing I want.”

“Oh, so you met them and didn’t think that was something to tell me?”

“You weren’t here and he is very nice and actually asked me for permission to take her out on a date. You are literally screaming your head off for nothing.”

“So, now it’s nothing? My daughter…”

“Daughters. Autumn went out on a date too.”

“And no one thinks they need to tell me anything when things like this happen!?”

“Jackman, stop it right now because I can see she’s about to cry and we’ll deal with it later after she leaves.”

“Don’t even Jackman me because you had plenty of opportunities to tell me and you didn’t.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Jack quickly moved past you in order to open the door.

“Mommy, is he mad at me?” Ivy quietly asked when Jack was out of earshot and you quickly shook your head no.

“No, and don’t you worry about it. Go out and have fun while I deal with your grumpy father.” You said while taking her hands in yours and looking up at her since all of your kids got Jack’s height and towered above you.

“I don’t like when he’s mad at me, maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Hey, hey none of that. I promise he’s not, and I don’t even know what he’s carrying on about because when I started dating him, I was younger than you were. Have fun like I said and you know our safe word. If you ever feel uncomfortable at any time and want to leave, I’m just a text or call away.”

“Thanks, mommy. I love you.”

“Love you too, baby boo. Now come on so Damion can see how pretty you look.”

You held her hand as both of you made your way towards the door and Damion looked terrified.

“Damion! Hi, sweetie! She’s all ready to go. And don’t pay my husband any mind. Now you two have fun and bring her back at 11.”

“Hi Mrs. Harlow! And these are for you and these are for you Ivy.” He said while handing you both a bouquet of flowers.

“ELEVEN?!”

“Jackman.” You said through gritted teeth.

You both watched the two of them get settled in Damion’s car before going back in the house and all you did was shake your head at him and cross your arms.

“What?”

“You upset our baby! I told you not to and you did it anyway! She thinks that you’re mad at her and said that maybe she shouldn’t go.”

“I just… Y/N.. you have to see where I’m coming from. I didn’t mean to upset her but…”

“I started dating you when I turned 15, did I not?”

“Yes, but…”

“Our babies aren’t stupid and we need to give them a chance. I trust them to make good decisions and you need to as well.”

All Jack did was sigh.

“We agreed on this. I admit that I definitely should have said something to you about it, but Ivy and Autumn wanted to do it themselves just like Axe did.”

“I just… our babies are literally almost adults and I’m not ready.”

“This conversation sounds familiar. And do you remember when we first found out I was pregnant with them and scared shitless? And now look, we’re sixteen years in. They’re going to be fine, just like we were.”

“I’ll… apologize to her when she comes back. At eleven on the dot.”

“Jack, baby..”

“11:01, I’m on the porch, 11:02, I’m in the car, 11:03….”

“We get it, just make sure you apologize to our oldest baby.”

“And you deserve an apology too. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“And you’re forgiven. I get it that things can be scary when it comes to them doing more and being independent, but you know for a fact they’ll always need us. And wait, what did you say to Damion?!”

“Boys only, babe.”

You immediately rolled your eyes.

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow concepts #first lady of pg concepts

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itsbackwoodsbby · 3 months

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Stay Away From My Son!

American Daniel Kaluuya X Black Fem Reader

Warning: Alcohol (Consumption of Alcohol)! Death (To my death anxiety girls, me too sis, had to pull through to write this.)! Depression! Drugs (Drug Dealing and Drug Usage)! Guns! Sex (Unprotected, be safe tho)! Violence!

Summary: You’re a single mother of two kids, Bryson, 17, and Brooklyn, 3. Brooklyn is a sweetheart. Not a tablet kid, always in her picture books, and lets you teach her stuff before she’s off to pre-k. Her troubled ass brother, Bryson, just wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a drug dealer to support the house. You try to tell him it’s okay and you can take care of it without him trying to help, especially in the way he is trying to go about it, but he just doesn’t listen. So now, you must do whatever it takes for Bryson to stay away from the local drug dealer, Daniel before he ends up dead like his daddy.

Sneak Peek: “What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car. He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.

“I love you, Bryson! Have a great day at school!” You say to your son, as you drop him off. “I love you too, mama. Love you, too, Brooklyn.” He kisses both you and Brooklyn’s cheeks and heads out of the car.

You wait for a while to see if he goes inside the building. Bryson has been skipping school a lot recently. You two got into an argument about it last night and he promises you that he won’t skip school anymore. You watch him go inside and wait 15 minutes to see if he comes back out. He doesn’t, so you go back home. You cook some breakfast for Brooklyn and yourself. You would have cooked for Bryson, but as usual, he woke up late as hell. You cook pancakes, sausage, and eggs. You cut Brooklyn’s food up and some fruit and put it on her plate in front of her. She smiles and begins eating. You fix your plate and you eat your food next to her. After you both finish eating, you clean up and go into her room to learn. You teach Brooklyn her colors, the days of the week, the months, and numbers 1-20. Then it’s back downstairs to watch Bluey on the TV. Around two hours later. your phone goes off. It’s Bryson’s school. You sigh and answer, “Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.” You say as you tap your fingers on the couch. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I was calling to inform you that Bryson isn’t in school now. Did you know that?” You stay quiet for a moment before answering, “No I didn’t because I dropped him off this morning and waited to see if he would come out and he didn’t.” You start to get angry at your son and his damn school. Lock the damn doors when school starts, so kids can’t fucking skip. “Well, Ms. Y/L/N, he’s not here. And if he misses school again, you will be fined and sent to jail.”

You sigh and hang up the phone. You pick Brooklyn up and she whines. “Mommy, I want to watch Bluey.” You look at her, “I know, baby. We get to Bryson before he does something else stupid.” You sigh lock the house door and get Brooklyn in her seat.

You think you know where Bryson was. And sure enough, you are right. Bryson is on the porch with a few friends his age and some men you went to school with that also hung around your baby daddy before he died. From what you see, everyone is drinking including Bryson, and smoking the two blunts in rotation. You park your car and hop out. You can hear everyone saying “Oh shit!” when they saw it was you.

“Bryson! Get your monkey ass in that fucking car right now!” You yell at him. He looks at you angrily as if you are ruining his fun. “Boy, get your ass in that car right fucking now. I’m not fucking playing with you, Bryson. Get in there now!” He stands up and brushes your shoulder as he walks to the car. You turn back to him, “Oh, you have lost your damn mind.” You are about to grab him, but someone stops you. “Aye, chill off my young nigga forreal.” He tells you. You stand there and look at him.

Daniel aka Drako. The city’s biggest kingpin. Daniel doesn’t care about anyone or anything. As long he gets his money. He recruits kids young, so that is why your son hangs with him. If someone doesn’t have his money, he usually beats them daily, until they have it. They’ll have three months, once the time is up, they are dead in the weirdest fashion. One way, they are tied up by their feet and fatally beaten up and stabbed and carved with a “D” somewhere on their body.

You look at Daniel with your arms crossed. You examine him before you say what you say. You honestly aren’t scared of him, but you do have to live to see tomorrow because you are the only one to take care of Bryson and Brooklyn. He has one of his hands in his pants and smoking the blunt. His eyes are low and red, but they are stuck on you. He bites his lips at you, making you roll your eyes.

“What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car. He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.

As you drive to your house, your thoughts start beating you up. Are you a bad mother? You can’t even protect your son from the streets. You know he needed another male figure, but why did he go to the worst one EVER? You look at Bryson in the corner of your eye. He just stares at you, mad because you embarrassed him in front of his “friends.”

He stays quiet and once you park in the driveway, he rushes out of the car and goes in the house. You get out of the car and get Brooklyn out as well. She smiles at you and holds you tightly. As soon as you’re inside, you hear Bryson slam his door and play his music loud as hell. You sigh and put Brooklyn in her room to watch Bluey. You open Bryson’s door, take his phone, and turn his music off.

“You fucking tripping. Damn just get the fuck out of my room!” He yells at you. You look at him in disbelief. Did he just cuss at you? You put his stuff in your room and come back in his room and look at him, “Did you just cuss me?” You ask him. He doesn’t say anything back, but he gives you the “I sure did.” look. “Bryson, you have lost your fucking mind. Baby, let me tell you something, I am YOUR mom! You respect me!” He rolls his eyes and puffs, “Man, get the fuck out of my room. I don’t have to respect you.” He gets all in your face. You push him on his bed, “Look here, I don’t care what Daniel ass told you about not having to respect anyone but him. But you are going to respect me. I am YOUR mother. Ight.”

He just sits there and mugs you. You've never seen Bryson be this defiant. You sigh knowing you lost your baby boy. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad was here. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad died. He’s heartless and reckless. He is the boy who sells drugs, gets multiple pregnancy scares from girls, and now cusses and disrespects his mom.

You look at him and talk lowly, “Bryson, you don’t get it, don’t you? You don’t need to run with him or anything. We are good. Can you please for once listen to me? Stop doing this. Your little sister needs you. Bryson, I need you.” You tear up. “And if you don’t honestly give a fuck about me as your mom, cool I’m sorry for being a shitty mother, but do it for your little sister. Do it for your dad. You know he did everything in his power to stop from following in his footsteps. Yet here you are because I am a bad mother.” You sigh and look at him as the warm tears fall down your face.

His demeanor changes and he starts twisting his dreads. He hates seeing you cry. Right now, it may not look like it, but Bryson is a mama’s boy. That’s why he tries to help you so much by selling drugs. He hates how you stress yourself out to make ends meet, making sure your babies look the best for school. He hugs you tightly.

“Mama, I’m going to stop selling. I promise. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He says. “Bryson, you say that all the time. Just to break that promise again.” You sigh and walk out of his room.

You start wishing your boyfriend, Brandon, was still alive guiding Bryson how he was. You know he’s turning in his graving, watching how his son became what he didn’t want him to become. Brandon used to tell Bryson his jail stories, how he’s forever stuck in the streets, that Bryson can do better, and why he should never be in the streets like him. It’s a slap to the face. You sigh the more you think about Brandon and how he died almost three hours after his first daughter was born. He wanted a girl so bad. Now he’s missing her, not able to physically watch her grow up.

You trudge down the stairs slowly, get a bottle of Casamigos from the fridge, and examine the bottle. Bryson has been drinking some because you left more than this in here. Or have you been drinking a lot more recently? You sigh and start drinking straight out of the bottle as you lay your head on the table. Not only did you feel like a shitty mom, you also looked like a shitty mom drinking alcohol in the afternoon. Five minutes later, the bottle is empty. You trudge back upstairs, lie down, and close your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t sleep however because every time, you hear Bryson’s phone dinging. You sigh and get up to turn it off, but you look at the screen to see it’s Daniel blowing him up, asking Bryson to come back, so he can drop off a load. You go to the messages and text back, “yea ill b over there in seven.”

You shower up and get dressed in something cute and chill. You lock your room door, so Bryson won’t try and get his stuff from out there. You go into Brooklyn’s room and see that she fell asleep, as she was watching Bluey. You pick her up and lay her in her bed. Then, you go to Bryson's room. He’s lying in bed throwing his basketball in the air. He sees you and sighs. “Momma, I’m sorry. I’ll stop running in the streets.” You look at him, “I know.” You smile. You go to him and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back. Watch your sister for me. Don’t leave the house either.”

He nods his head. You already know he’s not leaving because he doesn’t like leaving Brooklyn alone. You smile head to your car and drive off from your house. Seven minutes later, you’re parked across his house. His boys are on the porch with him, smoking and waiting for Bryson to come.

“Man, this little nigga ain’t coming, Daniel.” You hear one of them say. “Lil bro is probably getting pressed by his fine-ass momma.” Bryson’s friend, Dominic says, making the whole group laugh. You roll your eyes. Then Daniel huffs and puffs, “Fuck! Just go without him.”

His boys leave him on by himself. Daniel sits on the porch, smoking his blunt before he goes inside his house. You wait a few and then walk across the street and go up to the door. You knock on the door. He instantly opens it.

“Man, Bryson, what the fuck?! Why you lat-…” He’s caught off guard when he sees you. You push through him and come inside. “Yeah yeah. Now, Daniel. I’m going to ask you nicely. Stay the fuck away from my son. He doesn't need this life and you know that.” You say. He chuckles and sits down on the couch, “Nah, he’s really good, Y/N. This life is teaching him a lot. How to be a man. Brotherhood. He is doing good just like his dad used to do.” You look at him, “Yeah, until you set him up. Did you even tell Bryson you’re part of the reason his dad is dead?” Daniel starts yelling at you, “I had nothing to do with his death! And you know that! I love Brandon as if he was my blood.” He was mad as hell at your accusation. “Whatever, you say.” You cross your arms, not believing shit this nigga says. He sighs, “You know what? Here’s what happened that night. Brandon died because of Taylor. Okay? Taylor was jealous because of how close me and Brandon were. You know I knew Taylor before I knew Brandon. But I liked Brandon’s work ethic and his hustle. We clicked on so much shit from the past, that was my boy.” He says and he leans back in the chair, covering his eyes. “Taylor told Brandon I gave him a drop. I didn’t. I was sleeping. Taylor knew some of our opps were sliding on their other opps. He sent Brandon over there and that’s what happened.” He sighs, “I had no clue at all, Y/N. But I did handle it.” He looks at his hands. You gasp, “You killed Taylor?” He bites his lips, trying to fight back tears. “Yeah… yeah I did.”

You look at the pain in his eyes. You were shocked he killed Taylor for Brandon. Especially since Taylor was Daniel’s blood cousin. You sit next to him and hold him. He cries in your chest. There’s a lot of emotions that you have right now. You feel bad for accusing him of your boyfriend’s death for a very long time. You feel relief that you know what happened that night.

He sighs, “This is the only way I know I can pay Brandon back by being a male figure to Bryson. This is the only way I know how to do it. By showing him the ways of the streets. No one taught me the normal way of how to be a man. I was taught to be tough. Be a street nigga. Get a good name in these streets.” He says. “Bryson doesn’t need to be in the streets. And you are teaching him how to disrespect women. I don’t like it. I hear him talking to girls. Calling them bitches and shit.” He looks at you, “Nah, that’s them other niggas. I can’t disrespect women. I love my queens. Especially the black queens” You raise your eyebrows, “Oh yeah? Then what was that when I came and got him from you? ‘Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.’” You mock him, sounding goofy as hell. He laughs, “Just trying to look cool in front of the boys. I’m sorry about that.” He says. “But I promise, I don’t teach the young ones disrespect. That's Fredo.” He continues. “Well, who taught him to just fuck? And fuck raw at that! I swear to God every day it’s always, “Momma, I think I got a girl pregnant.” every time. Like what the hell?” He chuckles, “Okay, that’s me. I’ll admit that. I want to be able to feel it. Connection.” You roll your eyes, “There's a condom that feels like nothing you know.” He gives you a crazy-ass look, “That shit not the same and you know it.” You look at him, “No, I don’t. All the time that I had sex has been protected.” He looks at you, “So how the hell did Bryson and lil Brooklyn get here?” You laugh, “Condom broke.” He looks at you, “So you never had sex without a condom before.” He asks you and you shake your head no.

Something about that answer turns Daniel on. He tries to hide it, but you can tell. You look down and smile. You look back up and he’s staring at you biting his lip. You giggle. Daniel has always been attractive, but you let the negative things block it. Now that some things are clear and off the table you see his fine self peeking through.

“Control yourself.” You say. “It was just a fact.” He looks at you, “Man, I’m chilling. Just thinking.” He says, chuckling. “What’s on your mind?” He looks at you clueless, “Nothing.” You shake your head, laughing, “For real. What were you thinking about?” He sits up, “Me being the first person to fuck you raw.” You laugh, “I knew it. I haven’t done that in a while for real. And besides, wouldn’t it be wrong? You are the father of my children’s best friend.” You look down. As tempting as it is, you can’t help but feel like Brandon would be mad at you. “I think Brandon would want you to move on. I’m not saying that because I’m trying to fuck. But honestly, I do. I don’t think he would want you sitting here upset and lonely.” He lifts your chin and looks into your eyes. You smile, “He would want me to. He always talked about it. I always brushed it off thinking he was just talking normal nonsense.” You sigh.

You start thinking. You've been lonely for three years. Not to mention, you stopped having sex when you were pregnant with Brooklyn. So it’s almost been four years now without dick. And sex toys can only take you so far. What’s the harm in having sex with Daniel right now?

“You sure?” You say, needing some confirmation. “I’m sure, Y/N. But I don’t want you to be unsure, you know.” He says as he rubs your back.

His hand travels down to your waist and your thighs. He looks at you. His eyes ask for permission to go further up your body. You slowly nod your head yes. He starts rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Instantly, you lose your mind. This is what you’ve been missing. A touch. He takes your shorts off and pulls your panties to the side and looks at your pussy. It was glistening with your wetness already.

He kisses your neck as he slowly rubs your clit. Then, he lowers to your thighs, sucking on them, leaving marks on them. He looks at it one more time before he dives in face first and starts eating you out. You gasp and throw your head back on the arm of the chair. His tongue slides up and down on your clit. You grip his head with your other hand. He switches from licking to sucking on your clit. Your body lifts a bit, giving him a bit of an entrance to use his fingers. He teases your hole with his two middle fingers before he curls them inside you. You start gripping his head tighter. He resumes eating you out and you can’t wait to come for him. He looks up at you to see your beautiful love faces. He smiles and slides his free hand up your hoodie and rubs on your boobs and everywhere else on your body. Your breath starts to get heavier and heavier.

“Fuck! I’m about to come! I’m about to come!” You whimper out to him. He smiles and continues to pump you faster with his fingers as he sucks gently on your clit.

You jerk up as you have your first orgasm. Your juices were dripping from his hands to his forearm. You sit up on the couch and look at him. He smiles at you before picking you up and taking him to his bedroom. Your lips connect with his for the first time and it feels so amazing. His lips are super soft. He then attacks your neck with kisses and lays your body down softly on the bed. You take your hoodie off and he takes his sweats off. His dick is semi-hard. He gets in between your legs and starts rubbing his dick on your pussy to coat it with your wetness. He leans down and kisses your neck, making you moan even more.

No warning, you feel something slide inside, making you inhale sharply. He lets you adjust to his size since it’s been a while for you. He then kisses you all over your body to relax your mind and your body, which makes you adjust to his size much faster. He looks you in the eyes as he slowly strokes inside you. You cover your face. You couldn’t even look at him with how much pleasure he’s giving you. He removes your hands from your face and makes you look at him. His eyes are filled with lust and you know he wants to make this enjoyable for you. He starts picking up speed. He rips your tank top off your body to massage your breasts as he pushes himself deeper inside you.

“Shit, Daniel!” You grip the sheets and close your eyes. “Come on, open them pretty eyes and look at me.” He says as he places his hand below your belly button. Your eyes open as soon as the pressure overwhelms you. Your hands travel to his chest and lower to his stomach, “Daniel, please, it’s too much. It’s too much.” You whimper out. “I can’t take it.” You cry out. He looks into your eyes, “No, you can take it.” He smiles at you and kisses your neck. Slowly, you move your hand back on the bed, gripping the sheets again, “Mm, just like that, ma.” He groans, locking eyes with you.

You start clenching around him. “Oh…shit! I’m about to come.” You moan out. He smiles at you and shakes his head no. You look at him like he’s crazy. What does he mean by no? He smirks and starts pounding into you. “You can come when I tell you to.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes begin to curl. You keep begging but it only turns him on more, “Mm, you look so beautiful when you beg.” He starts, “You keep on, Ima make you hold it even longer.” You hold it to the best of your ability, clenching tighter and tighter around him. He starts to twitch inside you, “You want to come?” He asks you. You nod your head frantically, but that wasn’t good enough for Daniel, “Use your words, mamas.” You look at him, “Please, please. Let me cum, baby. Please let me cum.”He is a sucker for your begging. He smiles, “Nut on this dick.” He says low.

You jerk up as you climax and he fills you up with his cum. He buries his head in your neck and places sweet nibs and kisses. He was right. It is WAY different to have sex without a condom. Getting to feel every inch of that big dick sent you head over hills. Sadly, aftercare could not be done because you have to get back to your two kids that you left. Quickly, you two shower and get dressed again. Daniel only puts on some gray sweats. He walks you back to your car and opens the door for you. You get in and start the car as he closes the door. He hunches over and motions for you to let down the window. You do so and look at him.

“So, am I going to see you again?” He asks you, sliding his hands in his sweats. “Yeah. You will.” You smile back at him and look down at his print. “My eyes are up here.” He chuckles. “Sorry.” You look at him. “Just call me whenever you want to see me again.” You say. He nods at you and you wave bye to him. You grab pizza for you and the kids on the way home and you have a good time with your kids.

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mrs-hilmarson · 9 months

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A Dream Between Us Part 1

Pairing: Miranda Hilmarson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mentions of Murder

A/N: Hope you enjoy a love story, murder hybrid! I plan on finishing the Teacher's Assistant if this goes well. Hope you like this in the meantime!

The room was quiet, sunshine peeking over the horizon as it was starting to spill through the window and onto the linoleum floors. However, your gaze was fixed on the woman beside you on the hospital couch sleeping peacefully. You loved her more than you could describe and somehow within a moment, it grew exponentially. Just then, that little 'moment' began to stir beside you. You reached over into the cot and retrieved the tiny infant that was somewhere in between sleep and waking. Her perfect little face scrunched up in displeasure and she wined out. You shushed her gently and brought her closer to you.

"Shh little love. We don't want to wake Mommy up. She hasn't slept in days," you whispered.

There were a few upset grunts, but after a moment of being held, your daughter calmed down and was content just laying in your arms. Her eyes looked deeply into yours. You knew she really couldn't see anything quite yet, but it still made your heart flutter. When she looked at you, all you saw was Miranda. Her eyes were the same shape and color blue and it was just the same stare that Miranda gave you so often, full of adoration. Both of them loved you and you saw it in their eyes.

Miranda softly snored on the couch, drawing out a silent giggle from you. The baby hiccuped and you caressed her cheek. Here you were, living the dream you and Miranda dreamed up all those years ago and you felt tears come to your eyes. You stared at Miranda's sleeping form and let the few tears fall quickly before turning back and smiling down at your daughter.

"You are such a crazy miracle, did you know that?" you whispered, drinking in her presence.

The baby wiggled around in your arms almost as if she was responding. You chuckled again, switching her to a position where her head lay in your hands, bringing her close to your face. You kissed her forehead and met her eyes once more. That Miranda gaze.

"While we wait for Mommy to wake up, would you like to hear a story? It is my favorite in the whole wide world."

The baby hiccupped again and you smiled, laying back and bringing her to rest on your legs instead. You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, staring down in the mirror at the back of your locker. There were other constables in the room but their voices were muffled and you felt almost as if you were underwater. The stress of a new job was not kind to your anxiety and you were clenching your fists to keep your hands from shaking.

Fresh from the police academy, you were the newest rookie in the department and felt small. Each day felt hard on you. You weren't sure what possessed you to become a constable, but it had always been one of your dreams and you finally were able to realize that, even if now you were filled with a bit of regret.

There was snickering that came from the other side of the room, pulling you up from the water of your thoughts. You looked and saw a few of the men gathered in the corner of the locker room, staring at you, smiles on their faces. You remained silent and their giggling picked back up again. One leaned forward.

"How are you doing Y/N? Still wanna be with the big boys? You are a delicate little thing," he said with a gross smile on his face. You gritted your teeth and swallowed, unsure of how to respond.

"Leave her alone, idiots."

You turned to look at the doorway and were suddenly even more intimidated. There stood the most beautiful blonde constable, towering over everything. Miranda Hilmarson.You're heart beat heavily in your chest, the mere presence of her excited you every time you saw her. You wish you could say it was because she was your hero, but you knew it wasn't that.

"You're such a killjoy, Hilmarson," the male constable griped. They all seemed to grumble as they got up and went to the doorway, pushing into Miranda and knocking her around as they left.

You could tell it bothered her but she said nothing. You knew she wasn't popular around the station, mostly with the men. You continued to look at her, silently. She cocked an eyebrow and you suddenly realized you were staring at her. You quickly averted your gaze as your face flushed bright red. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Constable Hilmarson spoke again.

"I need you to follow me. Adrian is sending you on a case with me and Detective Griffin," she said.

You nodded wordlessly and walked closer to the blonde, but she did not move from the doorway. You looked up at her, your head tilted back. She looked at you with those piercing cool blue eyes, never breaking her gaze. You felt bare before her and something in your chest sparked. Your breath hitched and right before you could say anything, she smiled and turned around, and walked through the door.

You stood dumbfounded for a moment before running to catch up with her. She must have heard the pittering of your feet because she stopped and turned, waiting for you.

"Thank you, Miranda, for earlier, I appreciate it," you said, huffing as you caught up with her. She nodded and began walking again. You exited out of a door and into a parking garage.

"No problem Y/N," she said. She was walking noticeably slower now.

"How do you know my name?" You wondered out loud. You had never told her your name. Miranda chuckled.

"They told me your name when they asked me to go find the rookie. You weren't hard to spot. Plus you have been working here a few months now and I wondered who you were," she said, a genuine smile on her face.

Once again your face heated up, only embarrassing you further. You didn't notice but Miranda's eyes lingered on your face, silently taking you in and finding herself glad to be in your presence. She knew it may have just been the joy of no longer being the rookie, but she was enjoying having you around so far.

You walked through the parking garage the rest of the way without another word, trying to regain your composure and find the confidant and authoritative appearance that cops were supposed to have. You walked with your head forward, the sound of shoes on concrete being the only noise between you two. But as hard as you tried, you could not help but steal little glances at Miranda. You wished she would begin talking again, wanting to hear more from her, but the most you got was a meeting of eyes during one of your sneaky glances at the woman. From then on you really did keep your gaze forward. But she didn't.

Robin was waiting for you in the car, already ready to go. Miranda opened the back seat door for you and you got in, surprised as Miranda got in beside you. Robin was also surprised, a curious look filling the rearview mirror.

"Miranda, what are you doing?"

"I'm sitting in the car," she replied. You wondered if her answer was genuine or sarcastic. Robin rolled her eyes regardless.

"Yes but why are you sitting back there?" She asked a bit more annoyed than before.

"To explain the details to the rookie," she said.

"You can call me Y/N," you told them both, not loving the title of rookie.

"You can explain things to the rookie from up here. Now get up here."

Miranda looked over at you, pausing for a moment before sighing and opening the door back up to get into the passenger's seat. Now you really felt like a rookie.

The explanation of the case was quick as the drive to the crime scene was short. There had been a string of murders along the coast in the last three months. Some man walking his dog on the beach came across another body laying on the sand early this morning and Detective Griffin and Constable Hilmarson had been called in due to the fact they were the ones investigating all the homicides.

"Do you think it's that missing jogger last seen on the Sydney Harbor Bridge?" Miranda asked. You watched as Robin sighed.

"You know I don't like to assume things-"

"But if you had to do you think it is?"

"Yes Miranda, I have a suspicion it is."

Miranda sat back, pleased with herself. A little smile crept onto her face and something about her little grin caused a giggle to bubble up inside you and you couldn't stop it. Robin shot you a look in the mirror though which immediately sucked all the humor from your body. You dropped your eyes down and towards Miranda. There you saw a sweet smile on her face rather than a mischievous one and you relaxed a bit.

You walked through the sand towards the crime scene tape. This would be your first time seeing a body in person. You had seen crime scene photos in the academy and they never bothered you, but you knew this was going to be different. You didn't want to react negatively in any way. You wanted to impress Miranda. And Robin, you told yourself.

"Do we have an ID?" Robin asked as she flashed her badge and the officers on site lifted the tape to let you all into the area.

"You know we have to do DNA, but it is the same description of clothing as Katie Long," one of them said.

With that, they pulled back the tarp to reveal the woman underneath. She had been posed to look almost as if she was just laying asleep on the sand. Her clothes were bloodied and dirty, but there was no evidence of trauma aside from a minor bruise around her neck.

"Decomp isn't too terrible, she must have died recently," Robin inquired, getting closer to the woman.

"That or she has been preserved. She has been missing for weeks," the male officer chimed in.

"I would go more with the theory that she has died recently. She's malnourished, and according to her husband, she was very healthy and fit. More than likely she was held somewhere for those weeks she was missing and based on rigor mortis of the body, has died within the last 24 hours," you said.

Everyone turned to look at you. You swallowed, attention suddenly on you and you were unsure if it was positive or not. The male officer looked like it was probably negative.

"Looks like we have a future detective on the force," she chimed. You smiled and relaxed for a moment. You wanted to be a detective eventually so hearing those words from Miranda filled your chest with a pride you couldn't quite describe.

"Good job Rookie," Robin said, nodding her head towards you in approval. The male officer rolled his eyes.

"We can't just assume that. We have to do an autopsy and wait-"

"And we will. It's just a suspicion that the rookie has," Robin said, cutting him off.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

No one listened.

"Have you taken pictures yet?" Robin was very in her element and knew just what to do. She looked up at the male officer who hovered over you now.

"Yes."

"Did you find it?" she asked now, putting on gloves.

"Find what?" you asked.

Miranda quickly answered, pleased to be able to fill you in.

"The blue card the killer always leaves behind with the body. We didn't release that information to the public, but it's been there every time it's been one of their killings," she said.

You knew there was some information not released to the public and you could see why that wasn't. If someone is interviewed and knows about that, then they caught their killer. Robin began turning the body, struggling a bit with the stiffness of the body. She looked underneath and shook the clothing but there was nothing.

"Maybe it isn't the same guy?" the other constable asked.

Just then a tiny fleck of blue caught your eye.

"It's there. In the armpit."

Robin struggled a bit but managed to pull out the card in one piece. It was bright blue and small like a business card, but it was blank except for one line.

See you next time

Miranda surprised you by clapping you on the back, a smile that almost seemed genuinely impressed on her face.

"Good job Y/N," she said. You blushed at the mention of your name. It sounded so sweet coming from her. You noticed her hand lingered for a moment before dropping back down at her side.

Robin placed the note in a plastic baggy and sealed it.

"Let's get this back to the station. Bag the body and get it to autopsy as soon as possible," she said removing her gloves and standing up. She began walking back towards the car without another word. You went to follow her but Miranda grabbed your wrist and you felt like lightening had struck your body. She turned you around to face her.

"I wanted to ask you before we got back to that car, but I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab a drink tonight after work? All I know about you is your name and that you're a good cop."

You had to press your lips together to hide the wide grin of excitement that threatened to spill onto your face. You didn't think about it before nodding.

"I'd love that. I want to befriend the great Hilmarson," you said, suddenly confidant. Miranda led you a few steps before dropping your wrist again.

"Do people call me that?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. You paused, the embarssament creeping back into you.

"No, It was just me," you said. Your face flushed so hard you know she saw it. She laughed this beautiful hardy laugh and you swore you had never heard anything like it in your entire life.

You both got in the car, you in the back seat and her in the front. They discussed the case all the way back to the station, but you heard none of it. All you could hear was the thudding of your own heart and the great Hilmarson asking you to spend time with her playing on repeat in your head.

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can i mention ls/es verse on this mommy monday? bc the old versions seem like such a fucked up fountain of that ☺️

YES YOU MAY MENTION THAT, AND YOU SHOULD!!

putting a cut for brief nsft and a dash of mommy monday

it's hard to say which dean truly out-mommies.

on one hand, LS!Dean is so domesticated, and "is nesting" so like. obviously. yes.

he makes sam sandwiches and wraps him in little towels and lovingly tends to sammy's injuries while saying how proud he is of his little boy and how important he is.

he tells sam no with a strong voice, and sam really only follows through with a lot of it if he has dean's permission, lmao. like for the trials, S!1-2 sam would absolutely attempt do them behind dean's back anyways, but they actually have a conversation about it in S!8 (as stilted as it is) and he gets his mommy's permission! so nice!

but on the other hand ES!Dean is A MOMMY! he's overprotective and controlling and tries so desperately to get sammy's approval. sammy is his preteen and has decided that dean's not cool anymore, so dean is frantically trying to bring up things they did when he was younger like "oh haha don't u remember that time that we fought that werewolf in jackson? good times 🥺 </3"

he cradles sam's face in his hands and places thumbs at the back of his neck so sammy can't break eye contact, because he can tell from just one look if he's going to be okay.

he brushes off sammy's worse injuries like the classic "get up, shake it off" and jumps head-first off of a three-story bridge because sammy goes first.

ES!Sammy is dean's misbehaving thirteen-year-old that wears uneven black nail polish and combs his bangs over his eyes and talks about the "darkness in his soul" and dean is cooing over him and insisting that "my kid's not the problem. YOUR little brat on the other hand..." and rolls up to PTA meetings with chunky highlights and a purse filled with bricks.

but in the ES/LS verse, i think LS!Dean would probably ultimately out-mommy.

because like...c'mon.

LS!Sam and LS!Dean have settled so much into that dynamic, into the quiet dance of caring and being cared for, of power being already negotiated and traded. they're a lot more comfortable in the language of tending (even though they're definitely Still Weird), whereas ES!Sam&Dean tend to inject caring and caretaking with a power struggle that they're not used to yet. ES!Sam gets a little frustrated and resentful when ES!Dean's concern/attempts at mothering (to be frank) come off as patronizing. LS!Sam seems a lot more accepting that LS!Dean's attention can chafe, and while he sometimes still snaps, he also kind of basks in it. he loves when dean gets a little possessive or protective and loves it when dean becomes reassuring (thinking S!8 finale). they definitely negotiate that power more deftly than in ES, and so ultimately, i think they're more comfortable with the idea of "mommy."

but also, LS!Dean is putting his whole pussy into mommying. he's got TWO little baby brothers to look out for? mommy overload.

like...

LS!Dean is showing ES!Sam how to fix the engine on some random, shit-ass ford pinto in the bunker's garage, and when he gestures ES!Sam over with a quiet "c'mere baby, you see how the--" not even thinking about it, and ES!Sam goes absolutely perfectly fucking still because oh my god? holy shit?

and LS!Dean crowds in behind him, voice low in his ear, "you see how the rotor's not connected here? so what do we do when the fan's tilted like that?"

and sam shakily picks up one of the wrenches and makes some adjustment, and a hand slaps down low on sam's waist, turning the skin into live wires. sam jumps a little at the touch, not used to something so openly affectionate, to the sheer size and weight of the man behind him.

"good boy, sammy," LS!Dean murmurs, right into his hair, "you're payin' attention so well."

the words white-out sam's brain, fuzzing warm and hot and spilling over like a pot on a stove. and ES!Sam is suddenly, achingly hard, chest heaving, leaning back into LS!Dean's chest, almost blind with how bad he needs...something.

something is crawling up his throat and down his legs and he should feel patronized--he's not a fucking dog--but the praise goes straight to his cock and to the back of his neck, prickling the hairs there and his heart is hammering and his mouth opens and--

anyway. happy mommy dean monday!

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3 #mommy dean monday #spn meta #how did i get so loquacious about mommyhood on this here blog #life is beautiful

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Sunday Kind of Love

Urban Wyatt x SingleMom!Reader

AN: hey hey hey! :) i started writing a new fic and here it is! I have about 5 chapters written already! I’ll propbably update every other week but I hope you guys enjoy! Please feel free to give me feedback !

The weekend was slowly coming to an end and Y/N has made it a tradition to treat Brooklyn to some ice cream every Sunday. Holding Brooklyn’s hand as they took the short walk to their favorite ice cream shop. Y/N loved her baby girl, but boy did she love to talk.

“Mommy, do you think we could get a dog?” Brooklyn suddenly asked. Y/N looked down and saw Brooklyn looking up at her with her big brown eyes. “Well I don’t know sweetie, you know taking care of a dog is a big responsibility. They take a lot of work. I’m not even sure if our apartment allows dogs.”

Brooklyn gasped eyes wide. “Not allow dogs?! Momma that’s just ridiculous! Dogs are the bestest in the whole wide world!!” Y/N had to stop herself from laughing at the serious look on her daughter's face before replying “I know Lyn, that is ridiculous huh? I’ll look into it okay, but no promises. Like I said dogs are a big responsibility.”

Brooklyn started squealing so loud Y/N was so sure she scared away some birds. “OH mom I can’t wait! If we get a dog I’m gonna name it asparagus.” Y/N snapped her head not sure if she heard her correctly.

Asparagus?” Y/N questioned. Brooklyn nodded her head excitedly. “YUP! Asparagus, that’s my favorite vegetable AND I talked it over with Bear last night and he agreed that it’s the perfect name!! Bear always has the best ideas.” She said with a big smile as she skipped next to her mother. Bear was Brooklyn’s favorite stuffed sloth, who she ironically named Bear.

Y/N couldn’t hold her laughter any longer. “Bear is right, that is a perfect name.” She said while giggling before taking Brooklyn’s hand as they walked into the quiet ice cream shop. Luckily there were only a couple of people in there and they could find a seat next to the shop's big windows.

Guiding her to their favorite spot, she pulled out Brooklyn’s coloring book and crayons. “Ok sweetheart, I’ll be right back, I’m going to get our ice cream. Don’t move.” Brooklyn nodded her head, not bothering to look up as she had already started coloring.

After a few minutes, Brooklyn turned and looked around. She loved coming here to get ice cream on Sundays. As she looked around she noticed a man with long hair sitting at the table next to her holding a camera. She noticed he looked kinda upset. Brooklyn knew that when she was upset she loved coloring in her book.

Checking to see if her mom was watching her, Brooklyn quickly ripped a page out her coloring book and grabbed a couple crayons before sliding out the booth. Putting on her best and biggest smile she walked over to the sad man.

Urban cursed under his breath when he realized his film camera was indeed broken. It was his favorite camera to travel with, and he knew it would take weeks for a shop to fix it. Just as he was about to leave his spot by the window he heard tiny footsteps walking towards him.

He looked over and saw a little girl who couldn’t be older than five. She seemed so small, but she had the biggest smile on her face. She wore a sun dress, and her hair was in a puffball with a headband to match. Urban’s heart melted a little. The little girl was holding crayons and a coloring page. Before he could say anything she spoke.

“Hello mister, my mama said not to talk to strangers but I saw you looking sad so I thought I would bring you one of my favorite coloring pages and some crayons! Coloring always makes me feel better!” She said rather quickly before pushing it toward him and skipped back to her table across from him.

Urban let out a small chuckle, he was shocked that this little girl managed to say all that in one breath. Looking down he noticed it was a drawing of some random Disney princess he couldn’t remember the name of. When he looked over at the little girl she gave him a wide smile before putting a finger to lips to tell him not to say anything.

Before he knew it, Urban put a finger to his lips promising not to tell anyone.

Y/N walked back to the table and sighed as she saw Brooklyn run back to their seat. When she made it back to the table she placed Brooklyn’s ice cream in front of her. Brooklyn’s eyes grew wide as she licked her lips and grabbed her spoon to dig into her delicious treat. Before she could, Y/N stopped her.

“Hey missy, what did I say about leaving your seat and talking to strangers?” Y/N asked sternly. Brooklyn dropped her spoon and looked down quickly. She looked up at her mom and said “I’m sorry momma, he just looked so sad and I wanted to help him feel better.” Y/N could see tears threatening to fall from her daughter's face. She silently cussed to herself, she could never handle seeing Brooklyn upset.

Y/N face softened before saying “I know your heart was in the right place, but next time wait until i come back. Understand?” Brooklyn nodded her head. “I promise to never do it again!” She held her pinky up to Y/N. Y/N smiled before kissing their pinky’s joined together.

After taking Brooklyn to the bathroom to clean up her face, the girls made their way out the shop to make their way back home. Lost in her thoughts, Y/N looked up, startled to see a large white hand, from a very attractive man holding the door for her.

“Wow, um thank you.” She said with a nervous giggle and tucking her hair behind her ear. Y/N felt tiny standing next to the man.

“No problem, I’m happy i caught up with you guys actually.” He said with a small smile before handing her some crayons she recognized as Brooklyn’s. Y/N looked up at him confused for a second before she looked over and saw Brooklyn waving shyly at the tall man.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that, I told her about talking to people she doesn’t know. Sorry if she bothered you in any kind of way.” She said as they walked to the sidewalk

“Don’t apologize, she didn’t bother me at all. She actually helped me. Believe it or not coloring helped me get my mind off my now broken camera. The man said with a slight chuckle and wave of his camera

“Well, I’m glad this little monster could help.” giving Brooklyn a smile. “I’m Y/N by the way, and this is--” before she could finish her daughter started to speak “I’m Brooklyn Rose!” holding out her hand. All Y/N could do was shake her head.

“My name is Urban.” He said before bending down slightly to shake Brooklyn’s hand.

Smiling ear to ear she replied sweetly “Nice to meet you Urban! Can I see the color page?” Oh I don’t know, It’s probably not as good as what yours looks like.” Urban says

“That’s ok, I still wanna see it. I won’t— won’t— mama what’s the word I’m looking for?” Brooklyn looks up at her mom and taps her chin as she thinks. “I think the word you’re looking for is judge?” Y/N replies.

“Oh yeah judge! I promise not to judge your coloring, Mr. Urban.” She says holding out her hand as she waits for him to hand over the drawing.

“You promise not to laugh?” Urban asks bashfully before pulling out the drawing from his back pocket and handing Brooklyn the drawing

Brooklyn promises as she and Y/N check out his coloring. Y/N looks down at the drawing and it’s surprisingly not bad, if you ignore that fact he colored the princesses hair and dresses the wrong color. But of course, Brooklyn who’s basically a walking Encyclopedia on all things Disney couldn’t ignore it.

“Mr. Urban! Why does Elsa have black hair! That’s not right at ALL?” Brooklyn questioned with wide eyes and a small pout Urban looks down at the drawing “Well, too be fair I didn’t have a yellow or white crayon to color her correctly, and I’ve never seen frozen so I wasn’t sure about her dress. Brooklyn gasps loudly, but before she could on a mini rant Y/N stops her.

“WELL, I think this is our que to go, say goodbye to the nice man, Brooklyn.” Y/N says. Brooklyn sighs and reluctantly says bye to Urban

“It was nice meeting you, and you owe me for just saving you from an hour long discussion on Disney.” Y/N jokes. It shocks Y/N to an extent how she just easily joked with a stranger. A very handsome stranger, with beautiful blue eyes. Y/N stops herself from thinking about him like that. She doesn’t even know him and she’s nowhere near ready to date anyone. Probably never will be ready.

Luckily Urban was okay with the thought of owing the beautiful woman. “Yeah I guess I do huh? Well I’ll tell you what, I’m going out of town for a few weeks but next time we run into each other I’ll treat you guys to some ice cream. How does that sound?”

“That sounds like a plan, again it was really nice meeting you. But we should get going.” Y/N says trying to hold on her smile, grabs Brooklyn’s hand and starts to turn and walk away.

“See you soon,” urban says with a smirk

As Y/N was listening to her daughter's babbles on the walk home she couldn’t help but think about the man with the nice blue eyes and long hair.

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Poly lockwood x Lucy x fem reader where reader is being a brat and they put her in her place smut

Make me

Poly!Lockwoodxlucy x fem!reader

Oh man, this was longer then I thought it was going to be, and ended to short. This is the longest fic on here that I have made and I love this so much! Please read the warnings. Also I call him lockwood/Anthony at different times.

Warnings: Daddy/Mommy, brat taming, name calling: Slut, brat, good/bad girl, hardcore, chocking, the reader being kinda a bitch, edging, fingering.

You groaned as you sat on your chair in the kitchen, everyone was here and it was so early in the morning. You did not want to wake up, and the way you woke up was being pushed off the bed. You were in a bad mood and even the sun outside the widow pissed you off.

“George, will you get me more tea?” You ask the boy at the pot that had already given you so many cups. “I think you’ve had enough because you already had so much. I don’t see how you can drink that much sugar.” Your boyfriend said with a teasing smile.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, you weren’t in the mood. “I don’t remember asking you.” Your voice filled with venom. Your partners look at you as your face clinched away from them. “Honestly it’s fine, you’re the only one who drinks this brand anyway.” George came over and filled your cup and you thanked him.

Taking the sugar you filled the tea with how much you wanted to and drank it, ending with a sigh. You looked over to see them looking at you already, “What?” There it was, the attitude.

“Are you feeling alright?” Lucy asked as she reached her hand to hold yours. It was actually comforting and made you feel calmer. “Yeah, honestly I really need a shower.” Getting up and smiling at her as you took your hand off hers.

“Don’t use all the hot water.” And for some reason his tone made you go back to being irritated . Looking back at him and raising your brow, “I can’t control the water heater, if it goes out not my fault.” You huffed and walked out of the kitchen as they all stared in confusion.

Lockwood was confused but also a bit angry with the attitude you gave him, lucy was just as confused as George. “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” George poked fun and turned back to his plate. Lucy looked at lockwood and could tell this was getting under his skin.

Lucy grabbed his hand and tried to think why you were being a little mean, “She’s just tired. A shower outta fix it.” Lockwood looked down at her and realized that was probably the reason. You did get grumpy when you were tired so he calmed himself down. You’ll probably apologize later.

You sighed as you walked out of the bathroom after a long shower, you felt a lot better but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your stomach. Waking down the stairs you went to grabbed a book only to see your partners sitting down and cuddling while lockwood held a book in his hand.

“Where’s George?” You asked entering the room and they turned to you. “He’s out doing research, how was your shower?” Lockwood smiled at you. “It was nice.” You walked over to the small table and get the book you left on it.

“Come gone us, my lap is free.” Lucy asked as she opened her arm. “I’ll stick to my book.” You gave her a sassy smile. Lucys smiled dropped because it was now both of them getting the attitude.

“What’s wrong, baby. Your acting weird.” Despite being a bit mad she was worried about you, and her voice was soft and caring. “Me? What would give you that idea.” Crossing your arms and putting your weight into one foot.

“Darling, we’re just worried no need to get that way.” You glared at him and felt yourself get annoyed. “Oh, and what am I acting like lockwood? Tell me.” His jaw tightened and so did his gaze.

“Just calm down.”

That was it for you. “Screw you.” Laughing in anger you walked away and down to the kitchen away from them. Why where you being this way? You didn’t know why you were so worked up all of a sudden…And why it was kinda fun to watch them get mad?

You opened your book as you started the kettle with more tea. Your back turned to the door and only focusing on the words on the pages, this was calming. “We need to talk.” You heard the kitchen door open and Lucy speaking, you knew Anthony was with her.

“We’re talking right now.” You didn’t turn back and spoke with little interest. You knew this was wrong and you were being rude- But what was going to happen? Your stomach was filling up with butterflies at what could happen next.

“Y/n, you look at me right now.” Lucy raised her voice and sound like a scolding mother. You did what she ask and turned to face them both. Anthony had both hands on his hip and Lucy crossing her arms, you felt the tension. Their eyes were hard and mad, you could tell.

“What?” You asked leaning back on the counter. “That, your little attitude.” God she was so cute when she was angry. “You’re acting like a brat. You wanna apologize?” You smirked as he backed her up.

How far could you push this?

“What? Can you not handle it, how cute.” Giggling you eyed them. “I don’t need to apologize, I’ve done nothing wrong.” You saw their chest get puffed out and the room go silent. They looked unimpressed and their glare was making you almost squirm underneath.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to apologize.” He moved passes lucy and around the table and your stomach drop this time. You wanted to apologize to them and be good, but the disobeying side was winning.

“No.” You rolled your eyes and took your book and went to walk out the room and Lucy moved fast to meet you before you got tothe door. She walked closer and you backed up with each step she took. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You backed up until you hit someone hard and you knew it was his chest, it was warm and it’s the only possibility in this situation. “You’re such a brat, that little mouth of yours is disrespectful.” Lucy spoke as she got closer. Your waist was grabbed and held into place to keep you still.

“You are always our good girl, and what’s gotten into you?” She reached up and stroke your cheeks while putting in a soft face. Anthonys hand went around your body and then up to grab your jaw into his hands. “You have one more chance, apologize and we take this slow.” His voice growled in your ear.

“Make me.” You regret the words the second they left your mouth, because you knew there was no going back. “I can’t wait till you start begging.” Lucy spoke before she closes to gap between you and started to kiss you. It was rough and sloppy but felt good. That’s when you felt your neck being squeezed and your air cut off, you tried to gasp but you couldn’t.

She didn’t stop kissing you and it made you lose any air you could get, you closed your eyes and started to try and get away. “We warned you but just wanted to be a brat.” Lockwood kisses your ear and your lips quivered against Lucys lips.

“You know only good girls get to breath, but you’re not a good girl are you? No, no. You’re a dumb little slut who needs to be punished.” You wanted to plead to them but you couldn’t. From the lack of air you started to feel lightheaded and they could tell.

Lucy pulled away and looked at him and then his grip left and you finally gasped for air. You coughed and catch your breath as tears rolled out your eyes. “That was just the start of it.” You looked back up at lucy. You whimpered and gave her your begging eyes but she was to angry for them to work.

“You’re kitten eyes wouldn’t work on me, they might later but not now.” You squeaked as your body was pulled back again by your shorts being pulled down. You blushed and felt yourself get shy as she looked down and saw you had no underwear one.

“You wanted this, you acted up just to get fuck dumb didn’t you.” She asked with a smirk. You looked away and in embarrassment and felt lockwood chuckled against you. “Oh, she did.” He teased. Lucy got closer and her hand landed on your stomach and worked it’s way down.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted and tried to apologize but it was no use. “No your not.” You gasped and stood on your toes as her finger entered you without warning. “Someone who was sorry wouldn’t be this wet right now.” Moaning as she thrusted her finger in your hole.

“You know how to apologize, do it and maybe we’ll think about going easy on you.” He sank his teeth into your shoulder without hesitation and you screamed out in pain. Your body felt overwhelmed and your brain fuzzy with pain and please.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Opening your eyes to look at lucy, her eyes already staring back at you. “I’m sorry mommy, I’ll be good.” You whined and tears came back into your eyes. She looked at the man behind you and they spoke with their eyes. “Not good enough.”

“Oh fuck.” You threw your head back onto his shoulder while she added another finger. You could hear the wet noises coming from your pussy. “That mouth is so filthy tonight,” his hand made its way back around to your neck and you got ready to be chocked again, “I’m going to stuff it and put it to better use.”

Luckily he was softer this time when he chocked you and gave you some air to breath. Your legs started to shake as you felt yourself get stimulated. The bubble building up in your stomach was close to being bursted. Lucy took notice how your pussy started to tighten up and pulse around her fingers.

“She’s going to cum.” She stated out loud and before you could feel yourself come undone she pulled her fingers out. You whimpered at the loss of the feeling and catched your breath. “Please, please. I’ll do anything I promise.” You cried and pleaded.

“Good girls get to cum, isn’t that right?” She asked lockwood and you heard him hum in agreement. “She’s right, are you a good girl?” He turned your head to look him into your eyes. “I could be, daddy. I promise, I’m sorry.” The glossy kitten eyes got to him, he gave up a bit.

“What do you think?” He looked away from you and Lucy raised her eyes at him. “Not yet, but we could work up to it.” She took you into her arms and kissed you to which you returned quickly. Just a few minutes ago you wanted nothing more then to disobey but now you wanted to be good. You craved to be praised.

“Go upstairs, and pick a belt. I want you on the bed fully stripped and waiting nicely, the only way for you to be forgiven is with your ass black and blue.” You whimpered out but nodded. She looked at you and your submissive look and smiled, “Thank him, he’s the one who went soft first.” You turned around to kiss Anthony.

His hand placed themselves back on your hips and kissed you, he smiled into the kiss. “Oh, I’m not soft. Just giving her a break before I break her.” You gulped and stepped away. “I’ll go get ready.” They watch you rush out the door.

“I love watching her bare ass walk away.” Lockwood smirked and lucy nodded, “It’s about to be so destroyed.” Lucy giggled and looked back at him, “You actually going to break her?” She asked. He smirked and kissed her with a evil look.

“I’m going to make her cry, she needs to learn to behave.” Lucy felt herself get warm inside, “I love how you think.” She threw her arms around his neck and his hands pulled her in. “Of course you do, and I love you. Plus, when it comes to her we both think the same.” Lucy and him kisses one more time.

“Now lets show her what it means to be punished.”

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