#my understanding of the sequels ages is just

[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: Abigail

Oh what a time the horror genre is having this early into the year! We just had an awesome take on demonic possession and now, the team behind the great current Scream sequels and the outstanding Ready or Not, deliver yet another insanely fun horror film. I can't think of the last time we had a good vampire film that was straight forward and not about the depression of living forever or some boring slog of a teen romance. This film from the beginning throws you right into the story and sets up the players pretty quickly while leaving enough mystery to keep you on the edge of your seat. Time management and speed are always the key elements when it comes to the horror thrillers and this film excels at that. Not only do the thrills keep coming, but the violence on display is actually story driven and inventive at times. The cast alone is what makes or breaks these type of films and they truly make this film because you care about each one in a unique way.

Alisha Weir was outstanding and intense as Abigail. There are so many layers to her performance that many would not be able to achieve at her at age. There is a level of regalness, experience and that deep seated joy in the hunt for her food. What I loved is that she actually retained her humanity in many moments and was honest. Melissa Barrera was awesome as Joey and I loved the compassion in her voice and her steadfast strength in the film. She may be one of the smartest and untrusting people in the room, but she was also the most balanced. The chemistry between her and Abigail was the heart of the film and was fascinating to see their plot unfold. Dan Stevens was great and unflinching as Frank. I loved that he was the most aggressive and sometimes cunning of the group with his more controlling nature. Kathryn Newton is always a joy to see on screen and as Sammy, she was the classic young and spunky character that enjoyed the thrill of the heist. Kevin Durand is one of those actors that you love to see and he can capture your heart with his charm. As Peter, he may have been the big brute of the group, but he had a heart of gold and it shines in his chemistry with Sammy. William Catlett was cool and active as Rickles. He had the right ideas about the situation they were in, but acted a little too late. He was the strong silent type, but I think him and Joey would've made a great team. The late Angus Cloud was good as Dean and even though I sometimes had a hard time understanding him with the mumbling of his lines, he still had charm and was hilarious in some great scenes. Giancarlo Esposito continues to be a powerhouse on screen and as Lambert, he may not be in the film alot, but his presence is felt in the set up of the story and throughout the film.

The score by Brian Tyler was excellent and nails the thrilling pace of the film and underscores the intense moments of violence. When it comes to the violence, the gore in this film was absolutely satisfying and the build up to each kill or gross out visual was well done. The sound and effects team really know how to make each bite impactful and each pop look and sound so powerful. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett of Radio Silence truly love the horror genre and have made yet another glorious horror thriller that re-invigorates the vampire genre in such a fun way. They follow the rules they set up in the beginning and do not waver. This is definitely one of my favorite films of the year and I can't wait to watch this again. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#abigail #melissa barrera #dan stevens #kathryn newton #alisha weir #kevin durand #william catlett #angus cloud #giancarlo esposito #matthew goode

[soldier-poet-king]

I was writing some thoughts down about a book I'm halfway through (I am trying not to let things stew in my brain as much. Writing incoherent thoughts is good for my nerves) and it's a fantasy 'let's get the gang back together' fetch quest featuring a 60 smthn yr old protag but also I wrote, imo, the best thoughts I've ever had about coming of age stories and my unconventional love of them . An excerpt bc you don't need all my thoughts about the book specifically:

Life is a constant state of becoming, a coming of age novel is supposed to be about growth and self discovery and inching your way towards some sort of peace (loosely defined). If we're a different self everyday, if we are constantly changing and growing, I think all good stories are, in a way, coming of age novels. We're all just, coming of a certain undefined age. We often speak of selves as discrete phases "the former self" as if they're completely disconnected to who we are now, as if our current selves are not just a blend and growth of everyone we have been and are becoming. I hate the common equation of coming of age with "grim or edgy novel about teens and the loss of innocence" because it can be so much more than that! It should be so much more! There no clear loss of innocence, no clear delineation between childhood and maturity, there's no automatic flipped switch in real life. We're never "done" while we're still living, there's no Telos or permanent state of self in life, so how can coming of age be limited to teens? We're ALWAYS in a state of becoming and that is the most wonderful thing I've ever believed

Sometimes "that's just the (innate) human condition" is a source of immeasurable Joy and Hope

#franposting #bear in mind its not actuallt THAT COHERENT #i just managed to put it into words! #which for me is a lot th #tbh #coming of age #bildungsroman #take that english prof who i loathed and totally misunderstood human life #anyway yes i am reading the return of Fitzroy anguersell #the not reallt a sequel but def related book to HOTE #bc the HOTE sequel is out but i havenr read it yet #but i gotta read TROFA and i think the pali avrumpal bk first #and ill probs reread hotebc i rlly did love it that much #THERES NOT ENOUGH HRS IN THE DAY ;-; #anyway. consider. I'm incoherent #im tired. it's late. ive been so sad for weeks. my bodys falling apart. im not wearing my glasses bc i said i was goinf to sleep #but now im squinting ar mt phone half an inch frok mt face like a bad person #ILL GO SLEEP NOW #but pls come talk to me abt books ans stories ans rhe human condition ans states of becoming and life ans possibility #storytelling as a mirror through which we understand ourselves and the world and each other etc et c e tc #ALSO eden if u see this it was partially inspired by u #i cant remember the context but you said smthn abt coming of age and growth and its been banging around my brain since #and it articulated this thing ive tho8ght and felt but never had the words for

[dycefic]

The Hearthstone God

[The sequel to the God of Prophecy, and the Serpent God of Protection]

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Fire is out of fashion, in this new age.

Some of my kind have found new homes, new names, in factories or forges, in the hearts of wildfires or crystals or volcanoes.

Most of us are simply forgotten.

I was a fire god, once. A god of gathering, a god of communion, a god of song and story. But there are no hearthstones now. No fires around which families gather to eat and talk and tell stories.

I am lucky. I am tied to a great flat stone near a lake. A lake that has survived all the wild exuberance of men, when they learned to change the world around them. Once, this was a place where travellers stopped to rest. At first they travelled on their feet, or on half-wild horses. Then there were carts, and a road. Much later, cars drove down the road. The road was paved.

But some things do not change. People need clean water to drink, and the spring here is good. They need to rest, when they are weary. And even now, when they come to camp in nylon tents, to fish in the lake, or to hunt the ducks, or drive camper-vans to the flat place, their ancient instincts wake, and they turn to fire once more. They light new fires atop my stone, so flat and safe, from which no log will roll to set the woods afire.

Not so many come now. Camping is less popular these days. But some still come. Some still light their fires, and settle around my stone, and talk, or listen to music, or tell stories. So I survive, just barely, on the edges of belief.

I feel it, when things begin to change. Something is happening. Something is drawing old gods back. Not the great ones, risen beyond mortal understanding, but the oldest gods, the small gods, those who rose when humankind were still learning what they were.

Far to the west of me, a god even more ancient than I wakes, and begins to hunt again. I remember the stories that were once told of that old serpent, and tell them over to myself in the long fireless nights.

A god of prophecy, not of this land, settles south and west, and I remember tales of ancient ravens, their wisdom and their guile and their sharp, sharp eyes. There was a raven clan once, who passed this way in the days of skin garments and stone tools, but I have forgotten their name. I only remember the symbol they wore, the black bird with its spread wings, marked in charcoal or charring on wooden talismans or leather garments.

I wait, to see who will awaken next.

To my great surprise, it is me.

The people who come this time aren’t like the campers. They come at night, a ragged family group with few blood ties between them, with a single tent and few possessions carried on devices I haven’t seen before. Bicycles, they’re called, slung over with bags the way ponies used to be. They come at night, and hide when cars pass on the road.

They light a fire on my stone, with wood scavenged from the forest, and huddle around its warmth. They don’t speak much, not at first, but they say enough. They have no home, I learn. They are travellers of a kind I have not known before, who are allowed to stop nowhere, but have no goal but a place to rest. They are thin, and worn, and so tired. So very tired.

They need a hearth.

I am only a weak shadow of a god, now, who once recorded the songs and stories of a thousand generations in my ancient stone, but I am still a god of fire. Their fire burns slow, their little fuel lasting well. The food they heat over it sustains them better. The water of that spring, my spring, puts a little life back in them. This stone has lain in this place since great monsters walked this world, since before humans spoke words to one another, and I came into being with the first fire that burned on it. I am old, old, and though weak, I am not powerless.

They stay.

I cannot speak to them. I am old, and weak, and they do not believe. But slowly, with the power of the fires they build every night, with the tiny offerings of scraps of food spilled into the flames, with their growing confidence in the safety of this place, I am able to do more. I give them dreams and they find the cave not far away, where they can hide. They dream of fish, and begin to try to catch some. A woman remembers that some of the local plants are safe to eat, when I slowly wake a long-forgotten memory of a camping trip from her childhood.

And then a child, a strange, quiet child who rarely speaks, a child without mother or father, in the care of an older brother who is exhausted to the very edge of death but cannot give up while she needs him… that child begins to hear.

She sits on my stone, sometimes for hours, not moving or speaking. It worries the others, but at least she is quiet, at least she is no trouble, and they are beginning to associate their hearth with safety. So they let her sit.

She is *listening*. She is listening to the sound of the water, to the sounds of the forest, to the wind blowing. And because she is listening, where no-one else has listened for so long, I sing to her. I sing to her the songs of thousands of years. From the wordless music of the earliest people, who sang what was in their hearts without words, to the songs I have learned from the fishermen with their radios and bluetooth speakers.

I do not know if she hears me, for some time. But then, one night, while they sit around their fire and eat food the oldest have almost certainly stolen, she sings one of my songs. “In a cavern… on a canyon… excavating for a mine…” she sings in a small voice. The others are startled, confused, for she has not spoken aloud since some bad thing they do not name happened, but one of the older ones knows the song and sings with her.

I have always liked ‘Clementine’. It’s been popular with campers for a long time.

The next day, while she sits on my stone, she sings along to one of the wordless songs the Raven People whose name I no longer remember once sang. It is a lullaby, a soft croon to soothe an infant, passed from mother to mother, and she seems to take pleasure in it.

She can hear me. She can even answer me, as the voice driven away by pain and fear begins to return. And so I grow stronger still. Strong enough to make the raven sign on the stone, one day, in the ashes of the fire of the night before.

She takes a half burned stick, and draws the sign on the stone. Pleased, I show her another sign, a leaping fish. She draws that too.

Soon, I need not shift the ashes. I can show her the pictures in her mind, and she draws them. She draws the wheel of a cart, and into her heart I whisper the stories the travellers in covered wagons once told over my stone. She draws a fish, and I make her laugh silently with the jests of fishermen who boast of fish who escaped them. She draws a horse, and I tell her about the wild horses who once drank at this lake, about the men and women who captured and tamed them and rode them through the forest when it was far greater than it is now. She draws a long-toothed cat, and I show her the great cat that once slept on my stone, and denned in the cave where her new found family sleep.

One night, when all the others are asleep and my fire has burned down to coals, she creeps back to the stone and looks into the coals. “Who are you?” she asks. “Are you real?”

She is afraid that the voice in her mind is the voice of madness, a lie created by a mind that does not work like other minds, that has endured great hardship. I do not want this child to be afraid. To instill fear runs counter to my very nature, save in whoever might threaten those my hearth protects.

I am a god of the hearth. I am a god of food, and communication, and peace, and safety. I am all the things that fire used to mean, before humans learned again to fear the thing they had tamed. I do not often take a form, for fire is my form, but for her I must try.

There was a wise woman once, who knew me, whose clan visited this lake several times every year. I watched her grow up, and grow old. I watched her learn of the god of the fire stone, and I watched her teach others. She slept beside me as a child, and as a woman. She sang her children to sleep beside me, and her grandchildren, and dozed beside me as an old, old woman. To her, I was represented by a sign of a flame in an oval, a fire and a stone.

I build a likeness of her out of the light of the coals and the shadows of smoke, a child with straight dark hair and a simple tunic, and in lines of light I draw the sign of the fire and the stone on the outlined chest. “I am the fire,” I tell her, “and the stone. I am all the fires that have ever burned here, all the stories told, all the songs sung, all the meals eaten. I am the traveler’s hearth, and the rest for the weary, and this is my place.”

“Piedra de fuego,” she says, tracing the symbol with her finger in the air. “The fire stone.”

“Yes. I am the god of this place.”

She frowns at this. “My brother says that God is in the sky.”

“Many gods are in the sky.” I cannot continue to hold the form of the girl, but the coals shift to make my sign. “I am not. I am here. I have always been here, since the first people built a fire on my stone, and warmed themselves.”

She nods slowly. “You are… a small god,” she says thoughtfully. “A place god. Like in movies.”

“Yes.” I’ve heard of movies, which are a new way of telling old, old stories. “Old places, important places, often have gods. And gods who are forgotten return to their old places and wait, until someone believes again.”

“Will you protect us?” she asks. “When the police come, to tell us to move on?”

“I am not strong,” I tell her sadly. “I cannot make men go away from here, if they are dangerous, or even call game here for you as I once did. But what I can do, I will do.”

She sits watching the coals for a long time, thinking. “Can we make you stronger?”

I think too, and she waits patiently. “You have already made me stronger. You listened. You believed. If you can convince the others to believe, that will make me stronger still.”

She sighed. “They don’t believe in anything, anymore. Not good things.”

It is a sad thing, that she knows that. They’ve been trying to hide it from her. “Then,” I tell her, “that means there is a place in their hearts that is ready for me. I am not hope. I am not a happy ending. I am not a god in the sky. I am a stone, and a fire, and a song. I am *real*. They can believe in what is real.”

The next night, she asks for a story, and one of the adults tells her an old fairy-tale from a country far away.

The next night, again, she asks for a story, and another adult tells a funny story about his childhood.

On the third night, she asks her brother to tell her a story. He tries, but he is so tired - not physically, but emotionally - that he runs out of words. So she lays her hand on his arm and offers to tell him a story, instead.

And she tells them all a story about a stone near a lake, flat and strong, that people wearing uncured skins and carrying flint weapons built a fire on. She tells of centuries passing, of people coming to the lake on their feet, on horses, in carts and wagons, in cars and motor-homes. Of thousands of years of fires, of people gathered around them, of the great continuity of humanity, and the Piedra De Fuego that has lain in this place since time began, listening to the stories and the songs and the voices of people long gone. Somewhere in the stone, she says, laying her hand on it, all those stories are remembered. All those songs are still sung. And it will remember us too.

I don’t know if it will work. But I was right. People need to believe in something. They need something to hold onto, when times are hard, when the ties of community and family are broken and they feel alone. And a stone thousands of years old, and a fire endlessly renewed on that stone, always new… that is real. They touch me, and think of those who came before, of thousands of years of history meeting them in this place, and they feel less alone.

It’s not much, not yet. But it is something. My nature, my existence, as explained to them by my small, strange priestess, is a slender lifeline flung to those who are adrift, a tiny certainty in a world they do not trust. And the more they believe in that lifeline, that certainty, then the more they believe in me. I *am* growing stronger.

When the police come, I will not be able to make them leave… but I think I am strong enough now to hide my people from unkind eyes. And if I can do that, then their faith will grow.

Tonight, three more people come. A mother and two children, weary and beaten down with hardship. My people welcome them, give them fish and greens grown by the lake, speak kindly to them. And when they have eaten, my little priestess sits between the two children and tells them a story of a stone, and a fire, and thousands of years of stories and songs, and she sings a wordless lullaby six thousand years forgotten, but living again in a child who draws the sign of the Raven in the dirt while she sings, and the sign of the fire on the stone.

And I grow a little stronger.

#short fiction #original story #i aten't dead #the old gods #small gods #household gods #forgotten gods who do not forget

[neil-gaiman]

Hello, I'm a fan of your work!

It's my first time using a tumbler. I'm sorry if the place to express my feelings is wrong

I am not good at English and use automatic translation, so I am sorry if the sentence becomes difficult to read

I saw Good Omens 2

Thank you for the wonderful story

Please forgive me for taking some time with my personal story

I live in Japan where same-sex marriage is not allowed (I can't even watch the special video of Good Omens 2!), and young people are said to be young but socially good age."

I was often called a strange child from an early age, so I just grew up."

For that reason, I felt that I was somehow different from others, and I still am."

And this is something I've recently discovered that I seem to be in the frame of being called X-gender, demi-romantic, quassexual, panssexual, a preference that people around me rarely understand."

Do you understand the loneliness of being surrounded by loved ones who naturally view marriage and childbirth with the opposite sex and think it's best?"

In Good Omens, Azirafel and Crowley were portrayed as unique to each other, and although you answered that they were not gay and were criticized for being queer-baiting, I didn't think people like me had to decide on gender or sex."

I was also relieved by their seemingly strange relationship of not being friendship or sex, but just being two people."

That's why I was so surprised and envious that Crowley kissed Azirafel at the end of the sequel, Good Omens 2."

I wish I could express my special feelings to my friends like this

What kind of relationship will they have in their next film

How does the story you and Terry come to end

I believe that everything you said will go well and look forward to it

(May the strike yield satisfactory results)

Please take care of your health!

Thank you so much for telling me this. You expressed your feelings well.

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Reader

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Life began to feel so boring. The days blended into one another and suddenly we’re in march. Staying up late catching up on your favorite show because there is nothing better to do right now. One piece was such a breathe of fresh air, full of adventure and characters that seem amazing to be around and explore the world with. You wished to be in the world where u can freely be who you wanted, the world where you weren’t shackled by the burdens of reality.

You’ve been around all the corners of the internet so you know of shifting and astral projection which is exactly what seems to be going on right now. Rewatching episodes leading up to the time skip around 4 in the morning till your eyes flutter shut. Suddenly the wafting scent of the ocean filled your nose. “ Is she a stowaway?” “ How have we just found her we haven’t been on land for over a week now”. You opened your eyes to the snout of a reindeer and other very familiar faces.

You sat up so fast knocking into the poor doctor. Panic set through you because the first assumption anyone would have is that they’re in a dream or— congrats you’ve finally lost your damn mind. “ Who are you people”.

“ We’ve got the same question for you”

“ well I asked first”

The blunt part of a sword was thrust into your face by a very angry green swordsman. Fear etched across your face you give him a once over. Zoro. To your left was Robin and chopper holding his snout on her lap. There should be absolutely no reason that you’re in this world with these wacky 15th century pirates from your goofy anime show. Your voice shakes as you try to convince the green haired man to stop threatening your life.

“ Listen this is surely a misunderstanding, I really don’t understand how I have gotten here and I’m not really too sure who you people are.”

Maybe if they think that I don’t know who they are I can figure out a way to get out of this mess without ruining the story.

“ What is your last memory before you woke up on our ship” a voice from behind spoke. Turning to the left at the top of the stairs was Nami with Sanji following behind her.

“ I was laying in my bed falling asleep and then I woke up here”

After that you were bombarded with questions, what’s your name, your age, if an 8ft skeleton can see your underwear and it nearly drained the life out of you. The sun was now beginning to set after such a long day of being interrogated by the crew you used to watch through a screen. The captain was sitting on the head of the Sunny watching the day fade away when he stretched his arm to you pulling you to sit with him.

It was quiet for a while and nerves began to set in. Does he see through me? I know a lot of people don’t give luffy the credit but he’s way more intelligent than you’d think. “ What is it like where you’re from y/n” he spoke as he turned to face you.

“ Very different.”

“ Tell me about it please”

The sun completely faded into night and the stars littered the sky while you told luffy about “ where you’re from” and he was absolutely entranced by the world he’s never been. You ended up telling Luffy the truth about your origins, somewhat about himself, there was just something so compelling and trusting about him you didn’t think nothing of it. You slept in the girls room next to Nami that night, thinking about the next step and getting home.

Was this really a dream or did your desire to escape mundane life make you shift into this world of unknown.

The next day you went to eat breakfast with the crew and luffy starts spouting all the things you told him the night before. With seemingly no thought behind his words as he swallowed everything on his plate, though his crew members all stopped to stare at you in confusion.

“ I thought you said you weren’t from here?”

“ You said you didn’t know how you got here”

“ Well I wasn’t exactly lying, I really don’t know how or why I’ve been transported into your world. I just didn’t want to scare you or make you think I’m crazy with all of this.”

Over the next few days you were beginning to settle with the crew, you spent hours getting to know everyone and having the most fun you’ve had in years. Nami and Robin were curious about your world and you were more than elated to tell them all the things you enjoyed. The boys liked when you played their silly games, Sanji was obsessed with everything about you and loved having you perched on the counter when he was cooking so you can serve as his taste tester.

Zoro only just began to acknowledge you after finding out you also had a love for drinking, it became really easy to bond with the man. You knew you had to go back but what’s the harm in spending time with such a loving group of people, it’s not everyday someone is given your experience don’t waste it being worried.

You were able to convince Nami to give you a blank sheet of paper where you wrote all the things you knew about shifting and astral projection. You’ve been with the crew over a week now spending every night trying to shift back to your world. Sometimes you feel close others are strangely disturbed by Robin and Nami whether they are sparking up a conversation with you or knocking things over which disturbs your concentration.

The next few days you began to see birds meaning you were finally reaching land, the sabody archipelago. You know the way this arch ends and you need to go home now before you spend two years on an unknown island doing who knows what because YOU aren’t a straw hat and you have no place where you can learn to polish your skills.

The bubbly island became visible and you’d be reaching it by midday, while you were sitting on the head of the Sunny with Luffy again he asked you his million dollar question.

“ Y/n join my crew” he smiled. Your cheeks burned and you had to turn away from the boy whose smile brightened all your days.

“ Luffy I would love to but—”

“ Great- EVERYONE Y/N” you clasped your hand over his mouth.

“ Luffy l can’t join your crew. I have to go home I don’t even belong in this world”

“ Why do you want to leave” sadness dripped from his voice.

“ Yeah, we’ve been having so much fun” the small doctor announced from the deck.

“ It has been very fun I’ll admit but I don’t belong here with you guys. I’ve got a whole life in my world— and a family and just so much to do.” You reasoned.

The rest of the day the crew seemed angry and distant, you simply couldn’t understand why. When they all found out where you really came from they said they would help you get home. During dinner that night you were seated between luffy and Zoro who barley uttered a word while hushed conversations were surrounding the rest of the table. It was insufferable and reminded you of elementary school when someone didn’t want to be your friend anymore and told everyone about it.

“ Luffy are you upset with me? I haven’t done anything wrong”

“ Why do you want to leave? You just joined the crew and were on a new island”

“ I never said I was joining your crew luffy”

“ you know the captain doesn’t take no for an answer y/n” Zoro chuckled.

With a huff you stood up everyone’s eyes landing on you. “ Are you all acting this way because you don’t want me to leave?”

“ Why would we want a crew member to leave us?” Nami’s voice wobbled as tears formed in her eyes. Are they serious? When did u ever agree or tell these people that you were a part of their crew.

“ Listen closely all of you. You have to understand I am not from here, I never joined the straw hats, and I don’t even have any powers I can’t protect myself.”

“ That’s why you have me Y/n-chwaaan”

“ ignore that idiot cook but you have Luffy and I, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you”

“ Who is an idiot you damn moss ball !”

A fight between the cook and the swordsman broke out and you would usually find everything hilarious but…

These people have convinced themselves you are one of them and they don’t want you to leave. You decided tonight will be the night where you will go home with or without their help especially because you already know what’s in store the next day. Laying next to Nami that night waiting for her breathing to even out so you can concentrate with no interruptions you hear soft sobbing.

“ Are you alright Nami..”

“ Y/n I know you want to go back but can you stay a little longer we all care about you and enjoy having you around. We really feel like you’re one of our crew mates”

“ Sure, I’m not missing anything important right now” lying is better than letting this girl cry all night. When her breathing finally evened out you were able to try again.

Eyes fluttering open you were finally in your own bedroom. It was just as you left it, your iPad paused on the intro to one piece and the sun was showing through your curtains.

I really did it.

Life began as usual but you had a newfound appreciation for all the little things that made life worth it. Friends and family found your new outlook pleasant and you finally felt like you turned on a new leaf. While you were getting ready for bed applying all of your creams and oils the Tv in the living room turned on.

Wealth, Fame, Power.

A chill ran through your spine, you haven’t watched the show in over a month in fear of being brought back into that world by some odd chance. Getting up to turn off the tv something in the hallway made a noise. The fear of someone or something being in your house had you clenching on the door knob for dear life.

Just open the door nothing is there you’re only scaring yourself.

Opening the door and walking down the dark hallway into the softly illuminated living room the episode of the strawhats finally meeting up after two years was playing.

“ My favorite arch I should rewatch soon”

“ Why don’t you live it instead?” A voice from behind hissed.

You felt your heart thumping in your ears as you slowly turned to be met with a very angry Captain.

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Not proofread ! 🫶🏽

I was inspired by a similar stories I’ve seen down the tl hope you enjoyed. Pt 2 coming soon maybe

#straw hat pirates #one piece #one piece x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader #platonic yandere #yandere #Yandere strawhats #yandere one piece #ronoroa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #op nami #nico robin #ussop one piece #black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader

[byunpum]

Experiment 56 [part 2]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, why not?

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, A bit of violence, reference to harassment, A little sad, soft and some Kisses. all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. But for her family…

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Note: Omg thank you all for liking the first part, I did not know that all of you would be so interested. Well, well, here I leave the second part, I still don't know how many parts this series has, it all depends on how you react. This part is a little sad, but you will like the ending. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

"Good morning general ardmore, I request my presence?"." Good morning colonel quaritch, and yes I need you very urgently." Miles took a seat at the table, and gave his full attention to General Ardmore's words. "I have a mission for you, I know you are in search of jake sully, but if I tell you that there is something more precious than the head of a simple soldier who decided to be tarzan?" Miles settled back in his seat," You have to tell me what is more precious?". "Twenty years ago, pandora's team of scientists began a series of experiments. Their goal was to achieve a perfect blend of human and navi. We were tired of transferring our sud quotient into avatar bodies. We wanted to be real. There were many failures, but I understand there was one specimen that survived." Miles was trying to analyze the information, "You're telling me there's a mutant out there? What does he look like?". General Ardmore scales up her touch screen in the air and shows him some models, "She. She's a girl, we estimate her to be in her early 20s. But she is the first of her species. She possesses a human body, but the ability to breathe pandora's air and most importantly her queue."

" A new specie?" miles was a bit in a state of shook, how come he didn't know about this when he still had his human body. "You know so little miles, there are many things that even you and I don't know about. The agency has plans and that girl is the key. She is the center. And the only thing I know, is that when she was a baby she was adopted by sully. "That doesn't surprise me…" a little smirk tugged at Miles' lips." Just find her, bring her back alive. I don't want her to have any bumps. In perfect condition. In addition… you'll find Jake sully. You kill two birds with one shot," said General Ardmore, as she passed him the information on the last location. "Expect nothing less." Miles stood up from his chair, ready to leave home with his group.

And here you are… on the floor. Crying and being held at gunpoint, while your family was also screaming to be released. "ok ok, SHUT UP EVERYONE!!!" shouted miles, as he searched for the beast that had described to him earlier. But their eyes widened, when they saw you. You were beautiful, long hair, beautiful eyes, and your skin was adorned with moles. and yes, just as General Ardmore said, you had the distinguished queue of the navis. Quaritch knelt down in front of you "I had not been told how beautiful you were. Wow…" This was a trigger for neteyam.

Neteyam was right next to you, on the floor. While his head was being pushed to the floor. But when he heard quaritch words, his blood boiled. "Don't you dare touch her!!!!" Neteyam shouted as he tried to attack Quaritch. The man hit him in the head.

"no, please!!! enough!!!!!!!" you scream in fear you don't know what's going on. But you didn't want your family to get hurt. Least of all neteyam. Spider, loak, tuk, kiri and neteyam were tied to a branch. While you were placed in front of them on another branch. "tuk, calm down…. Mother will come for us" says kiri trying to comfort her younger sister. And she was quite right.

Neytiri and Jake had already arrived at the lab area, just a few minutes before you all had run off. Jake knew something was wrong. They entered the forest carefully and that's when Neytiri heard her children's screams. Or not, this was not good. One thing was for sure, you could bother neytiri all you wanted, but don't mess with her kids. She ran off to the spot where she heard the screams, while Jake followed her. When they arrived they hid.

"We have to save them!!!" murmured neytiri to Jake "love, we have to be careful. Let's wait for the exact moment." While neytiri and jake watched the situation from a distance, but the view was not very clear. Quaritch moved a little away from the group of soldiers, so he could call the ship. He needed to get you out of here. At that one of the soldiers began to look at you more than usual.

You were wearing traditional Navi women's clothing. And we all know that these soldiers were not used to seeing women. Neteyam noticed this "stop looking at her you bastard" the man looked at neteyam and approached you. " or what are you going to do?" the soldier started to lift your top "don't you dare…leave me" you were desperate. But this didn't stop him, he took his blade and cut your top, so that your breasts were exposed. Neytiri saw the scene, and if it wasn't for jake grabbing her by the arm and telling her to approach calmly. She would have slit that man's throat. Kiri was screaming, spider is asking her to stop and loak was crying. The scene they were witnessing was horrible. Neteyam is screaming, showing his fangs, pulling so hard on the bindings he had, he was about to dislocate his arm. No one was going to touch you, much less like this.

Quaritch showed up and pushed the soldier to the ground "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!" He yells, as you try to roll into a ball. You felt exposed. Neytiri had teached you to take care of yourself and that no one should touch you without your permission. You didn't understand why that man was treating you like that. "Come on Colonel, we can have some fun with this creature…don't tell me you don't see her beautiful." That was the last straw. Jake fired, and neytiri came out of hiding to use his arrow. It was a strong encounter, but when Jake managed to free Neteyam, he ran to you. He cut the bindings, grabbed you off the ground and ran off.

"run and don't look back" order neytiri as she continued fighting the soldiers. You all kept running, jake and neytiri were right behind you. Once you all made it deeper into the forest, it became difficult for the soldiers to keep up. At that moment, the quaritch team's ship arrived. All the soldiers got on, but there was a warning "Sully …. I'm going to find her, you won't be able to hide her for long." The hairs on the back of Jake's neck stood up, as he was hiding with his family. He looked back, and watched as you were hiding in neteyam chest. You had no clothes on, and your arms and legs had been injured. His heart broke into a thousand pieces.

"Let's go home," Neytiri said, as everyone walked in silence and fear. Neteyam was holding you in her arms, tears were coming down from her eyes. Only images of what those men would have done to you if they had captured you were running through his head. Arriving at the refuge, Neytiri took you from Neteyam arms and went to the hut where her mother Mo'at was. Kiri and tuk followed her, everyone was silent. Jake just looked at the boys, his look was one of anger and sadness.

Neytiri healed and took care of you. She saw how tears came out of your eyes. She knew she could not ease the pain you felt. You had been treated like an animal, you were hurt. "I'm so sorry my dear, I'm sorry" says neytiri as she bandages your wounds and strokes your hair. Kiri and tuk are by her side, comforting you. They shared your pain, they saw everything.

Neteyam was outside the mo'at hut, along with spider and loak. "See!!! I told you it was dangerous to be there!!!" said neteyam as he faced his brother. " Hey, I didn't force you guys to follow me, plus I had no idea this was going to happen!!!" loak tried to defend himself, but neteyam is furious. "Of course not, you never know anything. You risk everyone without thinking about the consequences. Look what they did to y/n. They almost…" "that's enough… we know." Spider interrupted neteyam. "guys calm down, I know what happened was horrible. But we're okay now." Neteyam looked back at spider, oh god… the anger in his eyes was horrible "you… don't go near y/n again, I want you away from her." He looks up and looks at his younger brother "and the same goes for you" Neteyam walked out towards the family hut.

Loak was silent at spider's side. Loak knew his brother was rationing his emotions, he knew how special you were to him. He knew he could ignore what he said, since you and Loak were best friends. But what he said to spider was serious. Neteyam liked spider, but he didn't like your relationship with him. Neteyam had a plan to take you as his mate, but once he heard how norm and Jake said that you and spider would make a good couple. And he wasn't sure if his mother would accept this. Neytiri loved you, but as her daughter. How would she react to telling her he loved you.

It was already evening, Jake entered the family hut. He found Neytiri cooking, you were lying on her chest, sitting on her lap. You were small, so Neytiri had no problem doing her chores with you on top of her. You were of adult age, but to Neytiri you were her precious child. Neteyam was at her mother's side helping her. Jake came over and stroked your head, you were asleep. "She's hurt," said Neytiri. "I know, it was something…" jake paused. "we have to get her out of here, her and our family". Neytiri looked at jake in surprise. "no, you're crazy… here is their home. They grew up here, you are toruk makto" neytiri is trying not to scream, but she was getting flustered." But what's the use of being toruk makto, if those bastards want my family "Jake sits next to neytiri. "but jake where will we go?". Jake looked at neteyam, who was still there, right next to his mother." We'll find a place, we'll be fine. If we stick together everything will be fine."

It was already late and everyone was resting. Neteyam got up from his side, and lay down next to the front of you, he is inches away from your face. He loved how small you looked compared to him. Shit she has me under a spell, he said to himself. As he traces circles on your shoulder. Little did they know, this was his favorite time. Where you could be together, if only in silence. You opened your eyes and saw neteyam, he had a small smile plastered on his face, as he came up to kiss you on the lips. Everything was so quiet and with carefulness. They didn't want anyone to get up and see you guys. You laughed a little, you were still in low spirits. But knowing that neteyam was by your side, calmed your heart. "I'm so sorry ma y/n" neteyam spoke, as his fingers played on your waist, down to your leg. "Don't be like that…you were there. You took care of me ma neteyam" you placed your hand on his cheek. Neteyam relaxes and moves closer to you, as his tail wraps around your leg. You felt his breath on your face, they were so close. "someday… someday" said neteyam "yes, someday", you told him as you gave him another kiss on his lips. Someday you will be able to unite before eywa. But still not the time.

In the morning, tuk woke up earlier than the others, she turned to her left side to look for her older brother. Not seeing him, tuk took a seat and saw how his brother was lying right next to yours. Very close, very warm. She giggled a little and picked up Kiri, "What do you want? It's too early" kiri was trying to get up while wiping his eyes. "Look at that!!!" tuk pointed to the romantic scene between you and neteyam. "aha I knew it… spider owes me lunch." Tuk laughed a little and kiri got up to wake up her older brother, she knew this was secret. so they couldn't let their parents get up and see the romantic scene.

"hey get up!!!" kiri said as she moved her brother, neteyam got up startled. "i…this…is not what it looks like. Y/n had" kiri put his hand on his brother's mouth "shhhh your secret is safe with me" kiri said as he laughed a little. "That scares me."

"Hey!!!!" kiri and neteyam started to play, making you stand up. "hey, you two can shut up." Neteyam laid on top of you and gave you a kiss, while kiri made a disgusted face. The moment was interrupted when Jake started to get up. Everyone straightened up and acted natural or so they thought.

"family, everyone upstairs we need to talk." Jake said as everyone settled down. "What I'm going to say is something important and I want you all ready in 10 minutes." Said Jake stretching, knowing that the decision he was about to make was going to change his whole life.

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“They’re just kids..” Johnny sighs. Rubbing his temples enough for skin to gather in folds between his eyebrows. Evidently annoyed and frustrated after listening to your mother scream for the last hour.

“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.

Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”

Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno

Word Count: 20k

Genre: Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), some angst, fluff, extraordinarily filthy, M/F, gratuitous smut

Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance, jealousy, daddy/mommy issues

Smut Warning: dom/sub dyanmic, sneaking around, spanking, choking, oral, sub drop, ‘threesome’, daddy kink, ass play, breeding, hate sex, cock warming, hair pulling, praise, degradation, aftercare

a/n: this is a sequel, and yes you have to read the first to understand💙

Jeno knew he had some nerve to talk back to your mom like that, but his father hadn’t raised him to respect his elders anyway.

“No you are not!” You mother shouts, doing a shoddy job of making Jeno budge from where he’s positioned in front of you. “Ugh! Where is your father!”

“Good question.” Jeno sneers, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you going to get the fuck out of my room or what?”

Your mother’s eyes nearly pop out their sockets at that, stomping her feet out of the door shouting for her boyfriend.

Johnny uses this time to escape, hopping on one foot back into his clothing. Snapping his fingers at Jeno before he makes an exit. “Enough. The two of you get cleaned up right now.”

That’s how you find yourself sitting at the dining table across from where Johnny’s ripping hair from his scalp. Your mother found him allegedly oblivious to any of what had just took place, quickly commencing a screaming match as she demanded he punish his son.

“They’re just kids..” Johnny sighs. Rubbing his temples enough for skin to gather in folds between his eyebrows. Evidently annoyed and frustrated after listening to your mother scream for the last hour.

“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.

Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”

“You little!”

If not for Johnny’s arm shooting out to block your mother from lunging across the table, Jeno wouldn’t be dawning such a cocky smile right now. He seems more than pleased by the response. Receiving an intense glare from his father.

“Calm down, this isn’t going to help us resolve anything.” Johnny whispers, wrapping your mother up tightly in his arms. Soothing her spine with circular massages that make you feel rage building up in your sternum.

Jeno seemingly picks up on your discomfort, shifting slightly to throw one of his thighs over yours in a playful manner. He shrugs, rolling his eyes like he could care less about the mess you’ve landed yourselves in.

“And you!” Your mother’s tone becomes shrill, passing through your eardrums like an alarm disrupting your sleep abruptly. Ripping Johnny’s arms away from her waist to step ahead and hover the space the tables put between you. An accusing finger strikes forward, shadowing down your face where she directs it. “How could you?? I didn’t raise you to act like a slut!”

Well. That’s a lie.

“She’s not a slut.” Jeno pipes in. He stands up too quickly, making the dining chair he was sitting on drop with a loud clatter. “Well..”

Looking down to face you, Jeno licks his lower lip. Pinching your chin between two of his fingers. “She can be..”

Johnny’s thankful your mother’s behind him with her jaw likely on the floor. His eyes turn into thin slits sharp enough to cut through his son as he glares ahead. Gaze burning through where Jeno’s fingers keep your head tilted back to watch him.

“But only for me.” Jeno’s tongue clicks, letting his eyes drift in his father’s direction. Smooth enough for only his dad to notice, knowing him like the back of his own hand.

“That is enough Jeno.” Johnny sits up straight clearing out his throat. The hollows of his cheeks twitch, sucked in and out giving away the true irritation overtaking his emotions.

Back and forth shouting goes on for the next hour. Johnny at least having the decency to excuse you and Jeno to your rooms after his son continues throwing in unhelpful commentary. Murmured voices travel up the stairs. Your mother accusing Jeno of taking advantage of you, corrupting you. Blaming Johnny’s only son for ruining her innocent daughter.

‘She’s never even had sex before! Suddenly she’s letting your son use her!! And without any form of protection!’

Chewing at your nails you have to give your mother credit. She’s not completely wrong, other than putting all of the blame on Jeno.

Only seconds away from discovering the truth that her beloved boyfriend had been to one to strip you of your purity. If this was her reaction to believing Jeno had ruined you.. the truth could only be much worse..

The ping of a new text message interrupts your guilty conscience from kicking in.

Johnny- ‘Office. Now.’

Water hitting shower floor sounds from Johnny’s bedroom catching your attention as you sneak down the stairs. Jeno’s door is shut with no hint of noise passing through. Most likely using headphones while busy playing some game. Your mother would at least be occupied for the next 30 minutes, maybe even longer to destress after that argument.

Sneaking your way to Johnny’s office went without a hitch, albeit clinging to the walls in the dark as you tip-toed your way down the hall, just in case.

“Make sure you lock it.” Johnny startles you upon entering. Motioning for you to hurry and shut the door behind you. He’s twirling slowly side to side, ankles crossed over each other. Eyes wavering looking over the room.

���Should I really be in here right now?” Cautiously approaching, you take a seat in the same leather chair Johnny had revealed your blog to you in. The last thing you’d expected after that to end up in a ridiculous scenario of sleeping with your childhood crush…and his son.

“Don’t worry.” Johnny pauses, clearing his throat and folding his arms over his chest. Noting the time as he takes in your pajama clothed figure. A baggy t shirt that looked familiar.. couldn’t possibly be yours..

“Ready for bed?”

Shrugging you ease deeper into the seat, nervously fiddling your thumbs.

“In Jeno’s shirt no less?” Johnny grunts, muffled behind his tight lips. “So, how long have you been fucking my son?”

Stuttering breaks your speech before you can even manage a proper response. Shaking your head in an attempt to steal time to cover your ass. “I-it’s not…like t-that..”

“Oh? Because when I walked in on you earlier, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Johnny says, voice monotone. “Do you like him or something?”

The question feels like a pile of rocks cascading down on your figure from the sky. “No. I—...something..”

Wrong answer.

Johnny’s chair shoves back, he’s sat up straight. Elongated neck on full display, hand lifted up directing you to get up. He nods down toward his lap. “Come here sweetie.”

Slowly you come to stand, sock clad feet barely moving to approach closer. The way Johnny’s jaw flexes under the dimly lit room only aiding the beat of your heart to quicken.

Gulping the dryness that’s formed in your mouth you stand still before him. Anxiously bracleting your wrists repeatedly.

“Have you been lying to daddy?” Johnny cocks a brow, tilting his head to the side to stare up at you.

“No!” Panic sets in, speaking up louder than you intended. Head shaking again in denial. “I didn’t want to..Jeno, he—“

“Shh shh.” Johnny lifts a finger to his lips. Eyelashes fanning the tops of his cheeks. He sighs, leaning back, humming an upset sound. “Jeno, he’s my son. I know him.”

Blinking, Johnny sets his hard gaze back on you. “He breaks pretty things, he always has,” Leaning in, he cups your hips drawing you to stand between his thighs. “and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Johnny’s irises gleam staring at you from below. He rubs your hips in thought, biting down on his lower lip with a nod. “But if anyone is going to break my pretty baby, it’s going to be me.”

He starts to gather the shirt covering your hips, slowly following the movement revealing more of your underwear. Leaning in closer he presses a kiss to where your clit throbs painfully. Instinctively your lower half chases after him, receiving the ends of his well groomed nails seeping into your flesh as he controls you from moving.

“You’ve been a really bad girl behind daddy’s back,” Johnny looks up, the skin between his brows wrinkles deeply. Mocking you with large eyes full of fraudulent concern. “How many spanks do you think you deserve for lying to me?”

“But I didn’t—“

That’s not the answer he’s looking for. Instead of allowing you to explain yourself, Johnny manhandles you to bend over on his thighs. Smoothing a large palm up and down the backs of your thighs as he lets out a chorus of disappointed sounds.

“How long did you seriously think you were going to get away with fucking my son?” He finishes the question with a harsh burning slap across your ass. Your stomach crushes painfully against his thighs to get away from the ache. Wiggling your hips to soothe some of the pressure, Johnny grunts.

“You don’t get to enjoy this.” Another heavy slap, two more follow abruptly causing you to clamp your teeth together to contain a screechy shout from passing.

“What do you have to say for yourself? After everything daddy has done for you?” The tone he speaks down to you in almost hurts worse than the next round of piercing smacks delivered to your bottom. Johnny grunts, pulling your underwear to wedge between your cheeks, hard enough for the friction to burn against your rim.

“Come on, speak up!” He says in a lower register. His condescending tongue dripping past the loud slap of skin against skin filling your head.

“S-sorry..” you whimper lazily between a cracked moan. Uncomfortably soaked between your squished together thighs, having to lock your ankles in hopes of not leaking down to Johnny’s legs. “I’m sorry for l-lying to you.”

A pleased rumble rises from his chest, responding with a succession of weighty smacks to both your buttcheeks. Johnny bends forward sinking his teeth into the perk of your ass with a mean bite. His canine teeth sharp enough to break skin as he grips and pulls.

“Ahh!” Covering your mouth, you cry into your palm. Kicking your feet to alleviate the pain. As much as it hurts, you can’t help but believe that you fully deserve it. “Please! No more!”

“What was that?!“ he questions, pummeling your ass with the most brutal smack yet. Hard enough to practically send you falling to the floor. He grabs onto your waist, hoisting you to sit back up, grimacing as your pained bottom meets his clothed thighs. “Isn’t this how you let Jeno play with you??”

Too ashamed to look him in the eye, you drop to his shoulder releasing a pathetic cry. “I’m sorry!”

Johnny’s eyes roll up, letting out a deep breath, he takes a hold of your chin. Licking up a hot tear rolling down to your jaw.

“Does it hurt badly, my love?” He blinks, irises sparkling as if he’s looking at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

But he’s only looking at you.

“Yes daddy.”

That seems to please him enough, helping you back onto your feet, Johnny turns your face side to side admiring the drying tear tracks shadowed on your cheeks. Pleased that despite how wet your panties are, you suffered just enough to shed tears.

“Listen to me,” Johnny tugs you to press against his chest, sinking the pad of his thumbs into your cheeks deep enough to leave behind indentations. “Don’t touch yourself, this was supposed to be a punishment for lying to me. You got that pretty?”

Forcibly nodding your head up and down, Johnny leaves you with no other choice but to agree. Pecking your upper lip gently in comparison to the treatment you’d just received. He’s drained, the hollows beneath his eyes more shallow than usual. His age showed more in the dim light, lines that Jeno assisted in carving deeper into his flesh over the years.

Upon releasing your face, Johnny signals for you to leave. Shifting side to side for a moment, you know you should feel guilty, but the punishment only cleared away any sense of shame.

“Are you mad at me?”

Johnny’s gaze lifts back to you, noticing your stature, he puts on a soft smile. “Not at all. If I was mad..” Standing up straight, he blinks slowly, taking in your hunched stance. The slump in your shoulders and locked knees. “This would have gone a much different way. Now, get some rest. You have school tomorrow.”

Nodding with a shy wave you move to leave. Wondering how Johnny can still make you feel embarrassed and nervous like this, especially after spanking your ass to the point of throbbing pain.

Even walking up the stairs hurts, stinging up and down the backs of your thighs. As torturous as it feels, it also feels good. It hurts, but you like it. Maybe you like it too much.

As your fingers graze the doorknob to enter your room, you can’t resist the urge to peek a glance at Jeno’s shut door. Johnny said you can’t touch yourself. Nothing about anyone else touching you..

You know better than to not knock on Jeno’s door before entering, but you also know he’d just respond with a ‘fuck off!’. Maturity was hardly his style.

“Jeno?” As you suspected, he’s deeply focused on some mobile game. Resting against the headboard of his bed with headphones on, noisy guitar softly humming through his computer speakers even so. Last time you interrupted hadn’t gone so well, or maybe it had.

Shutting the door you make sure to lock it this time before stepping further in. The small movement you make is enough to deter his attention, slowly shifting to face you with a lengthy sigh.

“Took you long enough.” Jeno says, unimpressed. Languidly looking down over your body. Nipping his lower lip to contain a smile itching to spread at the visual of you wearing one of his shirts, again. “Thought you’d crawl in here sooner.”

It’s embarrassing, shifting foot to foot under Jeno’s scrutinizing gaze, knowing you’re about to plead. Just how he likes it.

“I had to..” you start, ear drums pounding in the aftermath of your ass slapped repeatedly. Hard to believe you could be so smart as you nearly expose yourself once more. “some homework, uhm. School tomorrow.“

“You do mine too?” Jeno allows himself to smirk now. Tossing aside his phone to fully concentrate on your nervous behavior.

“Yes. Of course.”

“That’s a good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” Jeno leans back content, patting the bed space next to him. “Sit.”

Like a trained puppy you bounce onto the mattress snuggling against his side. A large hand clamps down on your thigh as soon as you do.

“Jeno I..earlier, thank you for..” you start, wondering if Johnny hit you hard enough to rock your brain off your spine. “For.. defending? me..”

Jeno scoffs, wedging a space between your thighs to find where heat radiates immensely. “I can think of a better way you could be thanking me.”

He’s pushing between your squished thighs easily, no struggle as you silently hope he’ll assist you where you need him most.

“Your mom’s a bitch you know.” Jeno says flatly. Turning to nestle the tip of his nose along your throat. He nips at the soft skin humming, teasing your covered core with fleeting strokes. “Don’t like how she talks to you.”

Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, Jeno removes the material covering your mound. Groaning from the back of his throat as your navel twitches. Underwear clinging to your cunt, damp and soaking through. “You get wet so fast..”

He blinks, savouring the volume of wetness expelled with each push of his digits. Drenched to his first knuckle as he shoves your underwear in deeper. Cock raging hard, mildly sickened by how cute he finds the moans you try to hold in.

“Next time your mom talks to you like that, I’m gonna fuck your ass right in front of her. Shut her the fuck up for good.” Jeno goes on. Gathering your panties roughly to pull the cotton between your folds. Hissing as he tugs, forcing your hips to lift up and roll against the friction abusing your clit.

“You're mine now.” He breathes against your neck, pouty lips dragging upward to your chin. “Isn’t that right? Daddy didn’t even try to defend you, did he baby?”

Against your natural character you agree, nodding along to whatever Jeno’s going on about. If this is what it would take to reach a mind numbing high, you’d agree to anything he says.

“Mine.” Jeno repeats, lifting up just to land a wet slap down on your center. Trembling with a roll of your chasing pelvis, stinging from front to back, you croon, nodding over and over again.

“Yours.”

Jeno slaps your hip, turning you around roughly onto your stomach. His hand stops mid-air noticing how wrecked your ass already looks. He squints, prodding a mark of raised skin in the shapes of fingers, ones much thicker than his own.

“Jeno! Ah, don’t.” You hiss louder, squirming into the bed to get away from his curious touch. Even gently stroking your damaged flesh hurts, stinging up your spine painfully with each pass of his fingers.

“Did he do this to you?” He says, a hint of concern etched behind his words. Jeno lets out a disapproving sound when you stay silent, climbing off his bed to grab something from his dresser.

“I deserved it!” You whisper urgently. Sitting up with your bottom not fully pressed against the bed.

“What the fuck makes you believe that?!” Jeno starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a bottle before returning to where you’re sitting on his bed. He nods with his chin for you to turn around again, moving to sit by you on his knees. “You seriously need to stop acting so helpless around him. Like…what’s wrong with you?!”

The sound of a cap opening reaches your ears next, Jeno drips whatever it contains directly onto your butt. Thick and cooling where it lands, he smears it softly across your damaged skin.

“Jeno, stop,” you squirm, hissing through your teeth. Reaching to grab on to one of his pillows against the headboard for help to get away from his touch. “its embarrassing.”

“This is what embarrasses you?! Not letting some old man smack your ass like a child?” Jeno splutters. Tossing aside the ointment while rolling his eyes. “Why do I even care.”

Peeking over your shoulder, you look over his solemn expression. Wondering yourself why he cares if your ass hurts.

Jeno sighs, catching your sneaky eyes, squinting as a light bulb flickers on in his head. “Is that why you’re here?! You came here to fuck me because he wouldn’t??”

“No..” you try a poor attempt at lying. Dropping your face to hide into the pillow clutched in your grip.

“Liar!” Jeno lifts his hand ready to deliver a brutal slap to your sore bottom. Shaking as he stops himself, grabbing onto his wrist, he pulls back. “Fuck my life.”

“Should I go?” you whine, unconsciously rutting your hips back. Wiggling doesn’t help Jeno’s irritation, finding your ass even more tantalizing to smack now. Biting down on his fist, he lets out a sound of anguish, moving to get between your legs. He moves into a push-up stance, using your shoulder blades as leverage to keep his upper half lifted.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In a practiced swoop, Jeno releases his erect length. Dipping his middle finger between your buttcheeks where your underwear is still wedged up uncomfortably. “I should fuck you right here to teach you a lesson. I’m no one's second choice.”

“Jeno, please, I swear it wasn’t like that!” You squirm anxiously. Pressing deeper into his bed to get away from his prodding fingers.

“Stop lying, I can tell.“ He rasps against your nape, digging his teeth in roughly with intent to leave marks. If his dad had the audacity to bruise your ass up, Jeno would make sure to stake his claim in a more obvious way. Littering your exposed decolletage with teeth bites, sucking blood to the surface to spell out his name. Making sure everyone knows who you belong to.

Jeno rips your underwear to the side, gliding the tip of his length between your ass. Kissing the backs of his teeth each time your hole flutters as his creamy slit pokes against it. “Think your little ass wants me.”

Positioning between your cheeks, he wraps a headlock around your neck from behind. Biting back a growl by nipping your earlobe. He builds a fast pace, leveraging his weight by hauling your chest up from the bed. The angle strains your neck, dropping back against his shoulder as he bounces against your lower half.

“Bet you’re even fucking tighter back there.” Jeno licks, sucking on the end of your jaw. “Think you could even take it?”

Your head shakes furiously, kicking your feet against the bed. Hissing through your teeth from the friction his sweats cause on your tender flesh.

“I know you can’t.” Jeno slows down, huffing minty cool breath down your cheek. He squats behind you, scooping your throat in his palms until you’re completely bent back far enough to watch him from upside down. He licks your forehead, gripping your neck firmly. Hips pulling back only to thrusts ahead, pushing the fat tip of his cock forward just enough to breach your rim.

“Oh fuckkk..” thick eyelashes fan his cheeks, burying the top row of his teeth into your forehead. He shifts to thrust between your ass again, setting a wicked speed with enough force for your bottom to clap against his hips.

“Jeno, ugh!” You whimper, writhing against the mattress. Pussy throbbing between your thighs desperately begging to be touched. He stares for a minute, soaking in your tormented expression. Pulsing between your buttcheeks faster as he watches your big watery eyes watch him. Completely numb and brainless, as if you’d let him do anything.

and of course, you’d let him do anything to you. Use your body until it breaks, fucked so well until all you know is Jeno. He’d make sure of it.

“You want it?” Jeno mutters against your forehead, never breaking his gaze from yours, never breaking the relentless pace his hips give.

“Please! Please, more more!”

Jeno sighs, prodding your rim just enough to feel it suck him in. Just enough to feel your frame tense up in fear, just enough to milk hot cum from his sack. Spurting shots of sticky gooey mess from your lower back to the crack leading down where his dick pulsates.

Squeezing your throat, Jeno sets you flat on your stomach, lifting back his hips just to watch your hole flutter covered in fresh cum. The visual alone enough to make him leak again, twitching against his thigh as he begins to soften.

“Jeno..” you cry, shaking and hiding your face in a pillow. Swollen and pained more than before between your legs.

“I know,” Nodding to himself, he removes your underwear, turning you on to your back to spread your thighs apart. “fuck.”

His admiring stare soothes the humiliation spreading down your limbs. Gazing at your cunt with more love and desire than you’ve ever seen. “You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you from here.”

“Stop..” you say, squeamishly trying to pry your legs shut in his strong hold. Jeno clicks his tongue, lowering closer to examine your heat up close. The end of his nose running up and down the seam of your cunt, releasing a deep moan.

“Don’t you dare.” He says, placing a kiss on your clit much like Johnny had less than an hour ago. The fresh memory brings shame, shoving it aside as you reach for a tuft of dark hair to hold on to. Jeno growls from his chest, lapping up the excessive amount of arousal spilling from your cunt.

“You don’t understand how fucking good you taste.” Jeno doesn’t understand it himself. Randomly stroking his cock the other day after thinking about your wrecked pussy covered in his cum.

If anything made sense to him, it’s that you looked perfect painted with his cum, not his father’s.

Jeno’s warm breath fans your clit, enjoying the responsive twitch you give. Hazed by the potent scent of your arousal up close. He devours your cunt, rubbing his tongue from the bottom to the top. He inhales deep, peppering a round of kisses on your mound before diving back in.

Reaching for your legs, Jeno hoists your thighs onto his shoulder, lifting your lower back from the bed to carry your weight with his jaw. He licks between your folds with unfaltering eye contact. Wrapping his arms around your thighs to grip your breasts. Kneading the fatty covered flesh as roughly as his mouth works.

Jeno’s tongue feels thick and velvety slurping between your core. His nose applies pressure to your clit, filling your gut with flapping butterfly wings. He’s disgusting, licking every leak of your essence like a man deprived of anything to quench his thirst.

“J-Jeno, ugh!” Folded up makes it harder to make out a coherent sound. Gurgling moans mixed with cries, you fist at the bed topper at your sides, digging the tips of your toes into his back.

The louder your struggling moans get, the faster Jeno’s tongue works to lather your cunt in spit. Sucking on your outer labia, dipping back to your pulsating hole, he groans, nipping your engorged clit like a menace.

“I’m close!”

That’s all it takes for him to suck on your clit until your thighs clamp around his head, squishing him hard enough for his face to turn beet red. He growls, swirling the tip of his tongue on your clit, pressing delivish kisses between sucks like he can’t get enough.

“J-Jeno!! It’s..too—too much!” He smirks, kissing your clit, shoving back to push your thighs down on the bed. Spread open completely for easy access, he licks fat stripes up your center. Tongue dipping down to your entrance, covering his nose and chin in slick wet heat.

A wash of ice cold water covers your body cooling down the high rising temperature. Pulling at Jeno’s hair as you whine and struggle to writhe beneath his relentless mouth. Ignoring you, he groans, swallowing the fresh release. Starved for your cries to fill his entire being.

“No more! No more!” You squeal, kicking your feet on his shoulders. Overstimulated from having to hold out for such a long time. The numbing throb stretches from your core muscles to your chest, rising and falling with loud panting breaths.

Jeno hums, kissing a way up your hip to your fluttering stomach to the center of your chest. He licks the sweat coating your throat and collar, sucking on the end of your chin before reaching your lips with a heated kiss. It’s a nice kiss, too nice for what you’ve come to expect from him..

Nice, soft, and gentle. Three words you’d never use to describe him, let alone any of his actions toward you.

He finishes with a kiss on your nose, falling off to your side with a yawn.

“I should go to my room..” you mutter, drained and exhausted after letting Jeno use your body again. He grunts into your nape, wrapping his forearms on your stomach and squeezing.

“Stay still.”

“Have to wake up early for school, Jeno.”

“Be quiet,” he grumbles, biting the soft skin lining the back of your neck. “tired, don’t move.”

It’s hard to deny how cozy you feel trapped in Jeno’s limbs. One of his thighs lodged between yours with his arms holding you snuggly against his chest. As odd as it felt, his behavior only got weirder the next day.

“We’ll save time if we shower together.” He reasons, pulling you by your wrist to his bathroom.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. I have my own bathroom, you know?”

Jeno goes on ignoring you, pushing on your shoulder until you take a seat on the toilet as he turns on the water. Rubbing his swollen eyes half-asleep still, he nods as steam begins to draw moisture on the tile walls.

“I like it hot in the morning.”

Even showering together was never a situation you could have predicted. Jeno lathered up body wash to exfoliate your skin clean. Mumbling something about how he shouldn’t have let you sleep with his cum on your back. An apology..if you interpreted it that way.

Jeno dries his hair off, grabbing a smaller towel to pat up and down your arms. Awkwardly fidgeting as he helps you dry off, you look around, searching for an excuse to leave his bedroom.

“Oh God, I need to brush my teeth!”

“Yeah,” Jeno shrugs, grabbing his clothes for the day. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just walk to the bus stop.”

“No.” Jeno shakes his head, dropping the towel on his hips to stand completely bare before you. “I said I will wait for you. Now hurry up and finish getting ready or we’ll be late.”

Much to your astonishment, Jeno doesn’t argue with you to ‘get the fuck out of his car’. In fact he grabs your thigh, stroking his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin.

“Where’s your first class?”

“Uh..” throwing on your bag, you nod in the direction toward the science building. Expecting Jeno to go about his own way, unsure how to react when he follows your stride with an arm hooked around your shoulder.

Jeno pecks your cheek earning looks and whispers from bystanders. “I’ll find you later for lunch.”

You could only wish for the last two days to feel like whiplash. Leaving your head so far upside down, even sitting in class felt like the room was spinning.

Jeno, Johnny, Jeno, Johnny…Jeno and Johnny..

There was no way for this to pan out well.

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Johnny’s been glaring at his son over dinner since the two of you sat down.

Jeno’s hasn't been unattached from your side since getting home. Even sitting you on his lap while he played a game on his computer. Insisting you owe him still even if your mom knows about the two of you.

‘She doesn’t know about your relationship with my father, unless you want her to find out.’

Jeno even cuts up your food, offering you forkfuls with a sneaky suspicious smile on his lips.

“We should watch a movie tonight!” Your mother suggests boisterously. She stretches in her seat, humming. “The kids can wash the dishes while we find something.”

“I can wash them.” Johnny stands beginning to stack the plates only for your mom to demand he stop, that you and Jeno deserve this as a form of punishment.

“What are you in the mood for, my love?” She asks, digging the end of her chin into the back of Johnny’s shoulder with her arms circled around his fit waist. He catches your gaze, rolling his eyes out of her line of sight.

“It’s up to you darling.”

“I’m in the mood for romance.” petting his abdomen, she begins to turn their bodies toward the living room, missing the gagging sound Jeno lets out.

“Man, she’s a piece of work.”

“Would you believe me if I told you she was actually worse before?” Jeno follows you to the kitchen, even unexpectedly carrying more of the dishes back. “I’m surprised it took so long for my dad to figure out she was cheating on him.”

Jeno reaches for the sponge coating it in dish soap before you’re able to, leaving you to dry as he cleans. “My dad cheated on my mom too, a lot.”

“Oh..”

“I mean, he’s cheating on your mom too. I guess it comes as no surprise.” Jeno nods. “That’s why we moved here. Dad got caught fucking one of his patients, his bosses 18 year old daughter.”

“Oh..”

“My mom had to take a mental health journey after the humiliation he put her through..” Jeno glances your way bouncing his eyebrows. “It even made local newspaper headlines. I’ve never been able to forgive him.”

“I didn’t know..” you start to say nervously. Drying off the last dish and your hands.

“How could you know,” Jeno turns full body placing hands on your hips. “to you, he’s perfect. If he’d chosen to act as a career he’d be winning Oscar’s left and right.”

“Kids! Hurry up! The movies about to start!”

“I swear she’s calling us kids on purpose now.” Jeno mutters, throwing his arms around your waist from behind much like your mother had to Johnny. He nudges your knees to move ahead, walking step by step with you to the living room.

Johnny’s jaw locks up upon watching you enter with his son stuck to your back. Clearing his throat, he pats the small empty spot near him that your mother hasn’t taken up. “Sit here.” He motions toward you, directing Jeno to take the single seater.

He lets out a raspy laugh, licking the shell of your ear. “My lap works perfectly fine as a comfortable seat.”

Jeno cocks a brow at his father, dropping back into a large recliner without releasing his firm hold on your middle. He nuzzles up to your neck, whispering how hard he’s already getting from just being near you.

It’s hard to enjoy any of it with Johnny burning daggers from out of the corner of his eye. Your moms cozied up to his side with a smile on her face resembling a purring cat. Clueless to her boyfriend's building anger, missing the way his knuckles crack into a clenched fist.

Jeno could care less, dipping inside the front of your bottoms, he cups your mound.

“D-don’t..” you shiver, shimmying back into his groin accidentally. He grunts, prodding your bottom with his hardened length. Stroking two fingers between your core, smirking against your cheek at the first sign of dampness.

“Don’t want me to touch you? Afraid daddy will get mad?” Jeno whispers to mock you, pinching your covered clit to make you hiss.

That seems to be enough for his father, raising the television’s volume higher to drown out the sounds Jeno keeps forcing out of you. Playing with your pussy for the next hour until he can’t stand it any longer and ruts himself to completion against your ass.

Johnny doesn’t so much as acknowledge you with a glance or a ‘good night’ before heading off to bed.

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“Finally, you’re alone.” Johnny struts into the kitchen finding you munching on a snack. He scans the room for any sign of his son, sighing in relief to not find him anywhere.

“Jeno’s at practice, I have to head to tutoring in an hour.” You start to explain, pushed into the kitchen counter as Johnny cage's you in with a serious look taking over his features.

“Did you not know that I’m home sweetie?”

“I—“ Johnny bristles not letting you speak, hoisting you onto the counter by your thighs instead.

“Love when you’re in this uniform.” He bites your breasts through the white collared school shirt you’re still wearing, dragging his teeth against the hardened bud. “Slutty little school girl all for me. Gonna let me do anything I want with you dressed up all innocent, aren't you pretty?”

Johnny sucks on your nipple until your top becomes sheer with drool. Dragging his tongue up, he pops your mouth open by pushing your cheeks in. Lapping at your lower lip until your tongue lolls out wantonly seeking to rub against his.

“Come on pretty baby, tell daddy what you want.” He doesn’t really mean it, gripping your face harder to drop a wad of spit on your tongue, he grins. Licking across your teeth up to your top lip, biting down on the plumpness.

“Want d-daddy” you manage to mumble between having your mouth explored. His free hand slaps your thigh, clutching it roughly, pressing the tent that's formed in his slacks to panty covered core.

Johnny knows time is precious, ripping your underwear off with one hand, he throws them to the kitchen floor, releasing his thick cock with the other just enough for his balls to breathe too. Lining up to your entrance, he ruts forward urgently, sinking more than halfway in. Nearly losing it right there by the warm wetness engulfing his size.

“Fuck, fuck,” pulling on your hair, Johnny lifts your loose neck to lick and suck on your mouth. Twirling his tongue with yours to give himself time to calm down. Fucking you was just so much more enjoyable than fucking anyone else. “been too long since I felt my angel, so tight.”

Clutching onto his shoulders, Johnny grabs your waist to push the rest of his size inside. Circling his hips with a precise grind for you to feel every inch of his length pressed along your walls.

“Always so good for me.” He groans, snagging your bottom lip between his teeth. Pulling your waist closer until your ass hangs more off of the counter, carried by Johnny’s muscles straining beneath his long sleeved top.

“Wish you could see how pretty you look taking my cock princess.” He thrusts hard, filling your cunt up with each push in. Making your smaller body collapse against his firm broad chest. Delicate moans tickle from his throat, dancing up to his ears making him want to fuck you harder until you’re a sobbing mess, distraught and not knowing what to do with yourself. “You’re so good for me, taking it even if it hurts.”

The sound of the front door opening and shutting slows down Johnny’s hips. Straightening his spine to listen for either Jeno’s heavy trudging footsteps or your mother’s light as a feather walk.

The familiar sound of his sons sneakers sounds, Johnny curses under his breath knowing Jeno would love more than anything to ruin your time together.

Thinking fast, Johnny scoops you up underneath your thighs, gritting his teeth as he carries you to the backyard door. He kicks it open as quietly as he can in hopes of not calling Jeno’s attention. It slams shut harder than he wishes, knowing you’ll be caught any minute now, he pivots slamming your back against the wall that leads to the garage.

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, kissing the drool hanging from the corner of your mouth. Pistoning at a fierce pace to fuck you open on his cock. Screaming out embarrassingly loud bounced up and down his length, his hands slapped onto your ass, bending his knees to fully throw your lighter figure down.

“Daddy! Daddy please!”

Johnny screams through clenched teeth, dripping in sweat from using the entirety of his strength to impale you on his girth. The slap of your ass echoes through the backyard, nearly muting the door opening up. If not for meeting Jeno’s angered face he wouldn’t have noticed his son standing there. Too caught up in the noisy creamy squelch of your cunt gripping around him.

“Johnny!!!” Your mother’s voice booms from inside the house. Locking eyes with Jeno again, his son licks the bottom row of his teeth, poking the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“I think I saw him head outside!” Jeno shouts, flipping his father off with a smirk before moving back into the house.

Johnny growls, fucking into you at a furious pace. The wall behind you shakes erratically, painfully beating against your spine with each rough thrust he gives you chasing for his release to hurry.

“Daddy! Please! Hurts!” You cry into his shoulder, biting and drooling. Digging your nails into the material of his shirt.

“Fuck fuck!” Johnny’s face contorts, slamming your ass down onto his cock at a animalistic pace. With one hard deep thrust, he jams you against the garage door, trembling against your smaller frame as he finally cums. Warmth fills your tummy, whimpering against his collarbone.

“God, fuck this.” He bites back a pitiful sound, having to slide free from your pulsating heat. “Stay put pretty.”

Johnny sets you on weak ankles, propping you to the wall with a fast glance over his shoulder. Pulling your skirt back down with a quick peck to the top of your head, he grabs onto his pants running behind the house.

“Johnny!!” Your mother steps out just as he rounds the corner. Finding you disoriented against the garage door. She storms over confused, checking your forehead for a fever.

“What are you doing out here?!” She shrieks, startling you to stand straight only to clench your thighs as cum drips down past the hem of your skirt. “Why did Jeno say his dad was out here?!”

“H-haven’t seen him..” you whisper, rubbing your warmed cheeks. “Maybe he mistook him for me..”

“That’s odd.” She looks you over suspiciously, pushing the damp strands along your hairline back. “You better get inside, you’re all sweaty.”

Agreeing with her, you make a walk of shame past your mother with your knees knotted together. Passing by Jeno sat on the couch who blows you a kiss. He chucks your crumpled up underwear at your back.

“You got cum on your sock, hope your mommy didn’t notice that.”

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“Babe! You know what this means right?!”

Johnny’s sat by your mother with a bored look on his face, shrugging and yawning.

“It means we have the weekend free!” She squeals bouncing up and down in her seat. “I’m gonna book us a little day trip! Oh my God! Perfect timing, ugh, I’ve needed a weekend getaway with my honey pie so bad.”

He jerks up straight fully attentive at that, sputtering and coughing. “Huh? What??”

“It’s my Birthday..” you interrupt quietly. Sinking lower into your chair across the dining table. If your mother’s eyes could kill in that instance, you’d be done for.

“You want to act like a little slut and still expect me to celebrate you like some child?” She snaps, tossing her hair back in an arrogant way. “You’re an adult now, what have I told you?”

“Birthday parties are for kids..” you mumble, garnering Jeno’s attention who inserts his foot even when you wish he wouldn’t.

“What the fuck?” Jeno serves your mother with an equally, if not worse, intense glare. “I thought I had it bad, at least my dad still celebrates the day I was born.”

“Honey, Jeno’s got a point.” Johnny lifts his hands, motioning for everyone to calm down. “We can plan a getaway for another weekend.”

“We absolutely cannot! In fact I haven’t had a weekend off with you in months!” She fumes. “Don’t be so dramatic about this! Besides..”

She smiles in a sadistic manner, nothing but malice in her shit eating grin. “Your little boyfriend will keep you company. Isn’t that right Jeno?”

Jeno blinks in surprise, sitting up straight to deliver your mother with an even more menacing smirk. “You’re right, she has me.”

He throws an arm around your shoulder, tilting your chin up to lay a lewd kiss with his tongue down your throat. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll make your Birthday unforgettable.”

“Jeno, none of that during dinner.” Johnny sighs, pushing away his hair to fully display the stress lines forming in the middle of his forehead. “I’ll give you two money to plan something.”

“Isn’t that just precious.” Your mother stands up, bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Now we all get what we want.”

Not true, you think, eyeing Johnny locking his phone screen. A vibration received in your pocket one second later.

Johnny: Office. Now.

“I’ll be wrapping up some emails.” He stands up, patting your mom on her ass with a wink to appease her.

“Come on, let’s go to my room.” Jeno stands, hooking you by your elbow.

“I’ll be up in a bit, I have to put in my laundry.”

Seeming content with that excuse, Jeno heads off to his bathroom, leaving you scrambling past the kitchen to Johnny’s office.

He’s pacing back and forth along the designer rug sprawled out on the floor in front of his desk. Rubbing his chin in thought, more worried about what a weekend alone with Jeno could mean for him than anything.

“Johnny?”

He stops immediately, rushing to wrap you in a warm hug. Apologizing profusely about having to miss your Birthday. The last one had meant so much to him afterall..

“It’s okay, we can always celebrate another time.” You say to comfort him, drowning in the remaining scent of cologne that's blended in with his natural calming scent.

“I know…I just..worry about you being stuck with Jeno, alone.”

“Oh, it’ll be fine, he’s mostly harmless.” You shrug. “I doubt he’ll even be around honestly.”

“No no, he should at least take you out to dinner. My treat alright? I’ll make sure of it.” Johnny smiles, tapping the end of your nose.

“Okay..”

“Okay?”

“Okay..daddy”

Johnny’s smile reaches his eyes, kissing between your eyebrows. “Here, take out your phone, I’ll put in my other phone number in case you need to contact me this weekend.”

Nodding, you scoop out the device for him, spilling a receipt from earlier along with a folded up photo. He bends down to pick up the trash, opening the phone only to scowl at what he finds.

“Oh!” You snatch the picture from his hold in embarrassment. Heat ignites beneath your cheeks just as fast, ready to jam the thick paper back where you had it hiding.

“Why do you have that?” He confiscates the photo from your fingers before you’re able to put it away furrowing his brows together.

“I..I thought it was cute.” You try to explain, more confused by his sudden anger. “I found it the other day when I was looking for a dictionary in your office. I’m sorry, I should have asked you first..”

Johnny sighs, shaking his head, he pockets the photo of himself more annoyed by your apology than anything. Having hidden or thrown away photos of himself in his 20’s years ago when he decided they did nothing but remind him that he can’t get everything he wants. He can’t reverse time and stop himself from fucking up his life.

He can’t gain back his youth or deny the pain in his limbs. He can’t pretend it’s not his ego taking a bruise whenever his own son one up’s him; growing faster and stronger with age as Johnny grows weaker, questioning if he still has it.

Noticing his solemn demeanor you think it over, opening and closing your mouth hoping to comfort him. “You looked just like Jeno!”

Perhaps comforting others, especially a grown man, is not your strong point.

Johnny’s jaw locks sharpening his already defined features, lips twitching as he fixes you with a half-lidded intense stare.

“You should go to bed, it’s getting late.”

His vague response does nothing to calm your worry, spluttering as you try to backtrack. “I mean, like really handsome! You’re still really really handsome Johnny!”

He sighs, shaking his head, crumpling the photo in his pocket to cool the rage taking over his emotions. Johnny pinches your chin leaning down to set a kiss on your forehead.

“Your mother and I are leaving first thing in the morning. Try not to let my son treat your beautiful neck like a chew toy.”

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“Hey!” Jeno flicks your forehead, groaning when you start to whine. “Wake up!”

Sitting up you yawn, grimacing from the pain between your brows. Was it really necessary to wake you up like that?!

“Dad didn’t wanna disrupt your ‘blissful sleep’, or some shit.” Jeno scoffs, he nods to a cup of coffee from your favorite brewery on your bedside table. “That’s for you.”

“Oh my God, how sweet!” You perk up instantly lifting the cup to your nose. The sweet inhale of bittersweet cold brew dissolves how rudely you were awakened.

“Doesn’t take much to impress you, does it?” Jeno quirks a brow. Shaking his head, he pats your leg, rushing you to get ready.

“Come on, you can finish that on the way.”

“Where are we going?” You question, noting the time being too early for a lunch or dinner Johnny would have set up.

“It’s a surprise. Wear some comfortable shoes.”

Jeno doesn’t say much more than that. As odd as it feels to sit in his car for longer than an hour, the drive is pleasant.

“You can play whatever,” Jeno motions uninterested toward the display. “just connect your bluetooth.”

“Are you sure..what if you don’t like my music?” Jeno rolls his eyes, fixing you with an annoyed glare. “Okay okay..”

Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t complain once. Maybe you even caught his neck bobbing along to the beat of a few songs, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Even humming along to a few songs.

Maybe, you have more in common than you thought.

“Wha—An amusement park??”

Today would be full of surprises, apparently. Shocked as Jeno pulls into the parking lot of your favorite childhood amusement park. He gets out of the car stretching after the long drive.

“Yeah, I usually come every summer but.. since it’s your uh,” Jeno fidgets a bit, rounding his car to grab a backpack from the backseat. Mumbling to himself too quietly for you to pick up. “your birthday..”

An amusement park with Jeno is definitely no way you would have ever imagined to spend your Birthday, yet it wasn’t so bad.

“Do we have to keep playing this game?” You frown, rubbing your forehead where Jeno keeps flicking you each time you answer wrong. It’s not that you were bad at playing ‘Guess Who?’ but Jeno wasn’t the best at describing.

“Come on!” He shouts getting frustrated, still playful as he jumps up and down foolishly in line. “He’s that guy! In that one movie!” He says, shooting ‘pew pew pew’ with a finger.

Cringing, you ready yourself for the next forehead flick. The timer on Jeno’s phone only has seconds left with no clue as to who he could be trying to portray, badly.

“Welp,” the buzzer goes off, Jeno maneuvers you into his arms suddenly, leaning down closer to your face as he bends you back. “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lipsss.”

“Tom Cruise?!” You splutter, worried he’ll drop you.

“Too late!” Jeno laughs, delivering another hard flick to your forehead.

“Ow! God, you’re gonna leave me with a hole in my face!”

He wiggles his eyebrows, looking ahead to see the line moving. With no recovery time he grabs you rushing forward. “Finally, we’re next!”

Jeno loves roller coasters, maybe even more than you do. He insists you get on every ride no matter what the wait times are. Passing the time with various games or retelling memories of the previous times you’ve visited the theme park when you were kids.

“First time I rode the ferris wheel I got nauseous and threw up all over my dad’s girlfriend at the time.” Jeno chuckles evilly at that. Nodding to the ride as you approach it together.

“That’s awful..”

“Nah, she was a bitch who put ice in my shirt for calling her ugly.” He explains. “Dad wasn’t too happy about it, but I guess I ate a bad corn dog earlier. I’ll never touch those things again.”

“Are you going to throw up on me?” You asks nervously, stepping into the cart to sit opposite of him. He laughs, waving you off, buckling in your seat’s belt before his own.

“Nah, I always end the night with this ride. It’s nice to look at everything from up high.”

“Yeah” you agree, gazing from the cart's window at the lit up rides shining over the night time darkness. Smiling fondly after a long day of standing and walking. It hadn’t been so bad, actually more fun than anything…

Jeno..maybe made you laugh more than you would have expected. Looking through your phone later at the photos captured on the rides of ridiculous screaming faces would be a nice memory. Not that you had too many of those with him.

“Today was really nice Jeno.” You say interrupting the quiet you’ve fallen into. Both enjoying how peaceful it feels as the cart reaches higher and higher.

“It was,” he nods, fishing through a pocket in his backpack. “I know you probably expected some fancy dinner, but I felt like this was something we could do as..friends.”

“As friends?!” You start laughing, surprised by the small gift in his hands. He nods again, this time more to himself.

“You know since..we’re pretending to date.” Jeno clears his throat, holding out the wrapped box for you. “I mean, Happy Birthday.”

“What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Jeno plays dumb, rubbing his nape anxiously. “open it and find out.”

Unwrapping the bow, you find the clasp underneath, slowly unlocking it to open up what seems to be a small jewelry box. Met with a silver chain carrying a gorgeous charm.

“Oh my God,” you choke out, overwhelmed by the shiny letter ‘J’ reflecting your face. A letter to show off around your neck proudly. A reminder that someone really cares about you. “Did your dad set this up???”

Jeno’s jaw drops, suddenly angered that he’s stuck in a cart with you. All day he tried so hard to have fun with you, even made an effort to not make fun of you when you dropped your piece of funnel cake, offering to split his with you instead.

“Wow.” He gulps, prodding the inside of his cheek with a deep breath to calm down. “That’s all you think about, you just…God, what the fuck was I thinking.”

“What do you mean Jeno?”

The questions too late, jerking as your ride comes to an end. Jeno busts from the cart like a bat out of hell, shouting without looking your way again that it’s ‘time to leave’.

“Jeno! Slow down!” You have to run to keep up with the insanely fast way he charges out of the park to his car.

“No! Hurry the hell up!”

Hostility and tension congests the car for the entire drive home. Jeno’s mood is drastically different from the easy-going one he’d been in all day. Too nervous to speak up again, you choose to stay silent and let him drive in peace. Worried you would stress him out far too much during a dark drive home.

He doesn’t even bother to wait for you to get out of the car before rushing inside the house. Chasing after him to his bedroom you manage to budge a leg through so he can’t shut the door on you.

“Go away!”

“Jeno! No! What did I do?!“

“What did you do?!?” Jeno shouts louder, pulling you in to slam you against his bedroom wall. “You can’t seriously be that dumb!”

Blinking up lost, Jeno bares his teeth in frustration, snapping them shut and shaking his head. “You really are that dumb.”

“I’m not! You can at least tell me what I did wrong!” You protest, pushing at his chest to relieve yourself of his weight crushing against you.

“I seriously can’t fucking stand you.” huffing a long breath through his nose, Jeno pushes off, turning away from you. Beginning to strip from his clothes to take a long hot shower.

“We were having a nice day!”

“And you ruined it!” Jeno shouts louder, throwing off his shirt.

As he reaches to unbuckle his belt, you think this isn’t how you expected today to end. At the least wishing Jeno would give you a gift with his dick.

“You have no fucking common sense!” He keeps shouting, shoving off his jeans to toss them into a hamper. “Even now you’re staring at me like you expect me to fuck you.”

Biting your lip, you try not to sound too desperate. “It’s my Birthday..”

“Ugh!” Jeno grabs your shoulders, throwing your body down onto his bed. Failing to enjoy how easily he can toss you around, you moan, quickly covering your mouth in shame. “Want me to fuck you? Because it’s your fucking Birthday?! Fine!”

He’s livid now, ripping your clothes from your body like an animal. “God I fucking hate you, I seriously can’t believe how fucking selfish you are.”

“I’m sorry” you start to whimper. Guilt ridden by the heat enveloping your cunt, spilling wetness from your core before Jeno’s even properly touched you.

“You’re not sorry, you’re just a dumb slut begging to get fucked.”

Jeno hates you, he hates how all you care about is his asshole father. He hates how you didn’t once thank him for everything he did for you today. Most of all, he hates how hard his dick gets just by looking at you, even cumming into his fist this morning before you woke up to the thought of you. He hates how fucking bad he wants you to be his more than anything, and thats the problem.

He doesn’t hate you, not really. He just hates that you hate him.

It’s not gentle, it’s not soft, it’s bordering on painful, it’s sloppy and obscene.

Deciding he can’t stand to see your pleasured face, Jeno turns you on to your stomach. Fucking inside of you with one quick thrust without worrying to give you time to adjust. He wants you to suffer and pay, he needs redemption for the way you’ve made a pinching sensation form in his chest.

Thrusting in deep, Jeno grabs on to the back of your neck using his other hand to smash your head into the bed. He slams down filled with rage, smacking against your ass hard enough to have his bedroom full of your muffled screams, throaty grunts, skin brutalizing skin.

“That’s right, take it like the fucking whore you are.” He grits. Thighs flexing from rutting against your ass. Appearing more like a monster ravaging your body as he rams you deeper and deeper into the bed.

“Who fucks you like this?!” Jeno screams, deep and gravely. Slowing down only to thrust in longer and harder, letting go of your head to slap your ass meanly. “I know he doesn’t fuck you like this.”

“No one!” Gasping for breath, you bite on his bedding, wrinkling between your eyes from the high pleasure shooting up your spine with each of Jeno’s thrusts. He pounds into you faster, stinging your ass with accompanying slaps. Thrashing wildly beneath him, you lock up letting out a long cry.

“Stupid whore, cumming around my cock, good for nothing but carrying my cum.” Jeno spits, pulling out before you can even fully enjoy your climax. Manhandling you onto your back, he pushes your legs up, bending you into a completely folded half. He reaches between your legs to grab hold of your throat. Thrusting back into your sensitive pussy at a new angle, stuffing your hole even deeper than before.

“Look how fucking disgustingly wet you get for me.” He grips on your neck, tugging it up making it harder for you to breathe properly. Focused on the way his wet cock slams in and out of your overstimulated core. “Get that wet for someone you hate??”

Even through the haze of heat and tingling nerves soaring down your limbs, you shake your head. “D-don’t hate—you. Don’t.”

Jeno’s upper lip curls in, forcing his cock balls deep. Hitting that spot deep inside of you with each thrust.

“Hate you.” He says it quietly this time, shaking away sweat blinding his eyes. Finding your lost gaze, Jeno decides he hates that the most.

The way you look at him like you’d let him ruin you as much as he pleases.

He hates how hard that makes him cum. Uncontrollably losing his rhythm with a few lasts thrust, he groans, collapsing bodily on top of your suffocated lungs.

Jeno takes a hold of your face with one hand. Grinding his cock inside of you emptying the last spurts of cum. He trembles, forcing himself to let go, even if his lips itch for more. Even if your mouth pouts lewdly pleading for a kiss.

Even if that pain in his chest spreads further.

“Get out of my room.” He whispers, sliding out to turn his back to you.

“Je—“ the sound of your phone buzzing steals your attention. Getting up in search of your discarded clothing, you check the device to find a new notification from Johnny.

New number: Told your mom I have a conference next weekend. Come up with a story, going to take you away to make up for missing your special day❤️

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Johnny’s quiet on the way to the hotel. Cracking his knuckles at red lights as he gazes out of the window. He picks you up from outside of a shopping center already carrying your belongings for the weekend in the trunk of his car.

He hasn’t said much to you all week, not that he’s been able to. If Jeno’s plan is to keep you busy, it’s working. Any moment his father even gets a chance to be around you, Jeno manages to show up. Smiling ear to ear as he douses you with excessive displays of affection. Even if he’s upset with you still, it doesn’t effect the thrill he gets from pissing off his dad.

It’s not far-fetched to believe Johnny’s irritated, having not said a word to you once since occupying the passenger seat. He hardly even looked your way when you got into the car.

“Are you hungry?” You ask to break the silence. Johnny gives you no more than an indecipherable response, grunting from his chest.

Pulling up to the hotel valet, he continues to serve you the silent treatment. Cracking his neck and stretching instead of throwing an arm around you. He nods ahead to a bar upon stepping foot into the main entrance.

“I need a drink.”

Taking in your dressed down attire nervously, you follow after him. No doubt appearing more as his daughter than lover. It wouldn’t have fit your lie of hanging out at a ‘friends’ house this weekend for girl time to dress up too nicely. Much like Johnny attending a conference for two days wouldn’t show up dressed any less expensive and regal than he is now.

“Hello Mr. Suh, have not seen you around in quite some time.” the hostess greets with a charming smile.

Johnny nods, motioning that the two of you would be entering.

“I’ll need to see a form of identification first,” the hostess says nervously. “we cannot have minors sitting at the bar.”

Johnny scoffs, snapping for you to fetch your ID. “She’s not a minor.”

The hostess forces a wider fake smile reading your birthday. “Under 21 are not allowed in. My apologies.”

Johnny sighs, ripping his fingers through his neatly groomed hair. “I need a drink,” he looks you up and down pensively, clicking his tongue. “just go up to the room and wait for me, will you?”

“Okay..” you mumble, sensing you’ve put him in a bad mood. He taps your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Daddy will be up soon alright? Be a good girl and get ready for me.”

If Johnny wanted you to get ready for, that’s exactly what you were going to do.

The suite was just as luxurious as you remember, having spent most of your time in bed on your only visit, you made sure to pack a bikini this time to utilize the jacuzzi.

Johnny had insisted you make a wish list of items you needed, no matter what the price. Adding in his own wishes in the form of scandalous lingerie that did less to cover any bits of your private areas. $200 panties that appeared more like flossy string between your ass and overpriced bralettes that forced your chest to spill out.

With a quick shower, you lotion up and drench your skin in his favorite fragrance. Slinking on expensive delicate lingerie, choosing to wear the set in his favorite color. You’d do whatever it takes to rectify his mood, even practicing how you should pose on the bed. Grateful for the mirror on the wall displaying how foolish some of your positions looked.

Opting to sprawl out on your side to accentuate the line of curves up your frame, you get comfortable waiting for the sound of the door to click.

Waiting, waiting, and waiting.

The side of your face meets the bed an hour later, frowning and feeling stupid the more time ticks by. Johnny doesn’t come up for another two hours.

He stumbles through the suite, bumping against furniture as he tries to find his way to the master bedroom. His skin is painted with dots of pink and red that flush up his cheeks, loose jaw hanging lower when he enters the master suite.

“Fuck,” Johnny grabs onto the doorframe to steady his weak knees. Biting down on his lip as he takes in your figure from the tips of your toes up to your shut eyes. “so fucking cute.”

Kicking off the uncomfortable slacks sucking tighter on his groin the longer he stares at you, Johnny moves further in. Propping an arm on the bed to rid himself of the remaining materials covering his warming skin, he crawls over to your resting figure on his knees. Moistening his lips with a hungered lick, he kisses your ankle first, taking his time to indulge in your silky skin against his rough lips.

As upset as he’s felt for the last week, seeing you laid out and ready for him lit the dying flame in his chest. He hated to admit his feelings had been hurt in any way when you dropped that old photo of him, but he couldn’t shake the thought.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much older he is than you. How you might just get on better with his son. How you can’t even sit at the fucking bar with him while he drinks.

“Daddy?” Your groggy voice interrupts his spiraling thoughts. Grinning when he hears the sweet nickname drip from your lips.

“You smell so nice princess,” Johnny’s nose drags through your squished together legs, kissing a path upward to your center. He bites at the crevice of your thigh, nibbling too soft to leave any mark. “you’re my favorite, did you know that?”

Each palpitation erupting from your chest grows in speed, rushing from your sternum to the space between your pelvic bone where Johnny presses his lips tenderly. Sucking down deep inhales of your cloth covered core, he groans from deep within his chest.

“My favorite little doll to play with.” continuing to move up, he lays down a trail of kisses from your navel to your breasts, sucking on the perky flesh protruding out of the hardly supportive material. “..what the fuck is that?”

Sitting up on your hips, Johnny makes it impossible for you to move. Picking up the ‘J’ presented on your throat, his brows furrow together confused. “Did Jeno give you this?!”

“Yes!” You exclaim, interpreting the situation in a terrible way. “I’m sorry, I forgot to thank you!”

“Thank me?!” Johnny rips the chain from your neck, painful as it burns digging into your nape, unclasping from his sheer strength. He chucks it off the bed returning to his aggravated mood, gripping your shoulders to examine your bruised and bitten throat. The remnants of his son pissing everywhere like a fucking dog marking it’s territory.

Absolutely livid, Johnny seeps the pads of his fingers into a couple of the lingering teeth marks, wondering how you could let Jeno abuse your precious delicate skin in such a way.

“This is what you like huh?” It’s not much of a question, lifting your loosened neck up with his palm cupping your nape, Johnny brushes his nose along a line of littered marks. “Is that why you were carrying that photo of me? Daydreaming of how daddy could have fucked you like a savage beast when he was Jeno’s age.”

“Johnny, wha—“

“What did you call me?” His other palm encompasses the front of your neck, completely wrapping your throat and still left with enough room to still wiggle his fingers. The evil thought that he could easily snap your dainty neck races to his groin, throbbing against your stomach.

“Daddy!” Panicking, you try to nod. Grabbing onto Johnny’s wrist, which in comparison, your entire hand can just barely bracelet around. The size difference between the two of you only excites you, wiggling your legs together behind his back in anticipation.

“I’ll show you, I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life. I’ll make you scream and cry louder than he ever could.”

Johnny chokes your neck, sickened that his pretty perfect doll would let anyone defile her. Sickened that you’d let anyone use your body for pleasure other than him. He squeezes until you’re tapping out on his forearms with your eyes rolled up. Growing more aroused by the rapid rising pulse trapped in his grip.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, pretty baby.” Johnny lets go to let you catch your breath, you’re gonna need it. Crawling up your torso, thick thighs surround your head. The bed sinking beneath the weight of his knees at the sides. He fists the hair at the crown of your head, dragging heavy balls up and down the middle of your face. Degrading you like he knows his disrespectful menacing son would.

“That’s what you want? Want to act like a dirty slut for daddy don’t you?” Johnny’s sweet tone turns venomous, dripping malice with each viscous word he spews. “Come on, answer me, tell daddy what a stupid little slut you are.”

Wrapping the base of his length, he pokes at your lips, coughing and nodding as you silently begin to agree. Kissing and licking up the mess of precum leaking from his slit.

“Speak up!” Johnny slaps your cheek with his heavy meat, making it all the more humiliating as you respond.

“I’m..” shutting your eyes to contain the tears ready to melt out under the fiery heat spread across your face, you nod again. “a dumb slut.”

“What was that?” Johnny shifts, clutching your face in his large hand. Shaking your head side to side roughly.

“I’m a dumb slut!”

“WHO’S dumb slut?”

“Daddy!” You wail, arching up as he slides inside of your soaking wet cunt, filling you to the brim without much to prepare you other than your carnal arousal. Johnny’s still too big to handle all at once so suddenly. “Oh fuck! I’m daddy’s dumb slut!”

Johnny can’t deny how much more turned on he feels listening to you degrade yourself. Responding to his commanding tongue like a good girl. He groans, grinding into the heat covering his cock. Taking a hold of your wrists, he pushes them above your head to have complete control over your body.

“Love daddy’s cock so much don’t you? My dirty nasty angel.” Johnny hisses, lifting his hips far back enough for only the tip of his length to remain. Thrusting back in each time for you to feel the entirety of his size filling you up.

“Yes yes!” You whimper, reaching for something only to grab at air with your wrists handcuffed together in his meaty palms. His thrusts never cease, building up to a maddening speed. The only sound past your heavy ragged breaths coming from the loud smack of Johnny’s balls meeting your rim.

“Say it again, come on, pretty baby. Keep telling daddy how much you love his fucking cock.” Johnny growls, biting down on your jaw as he burrows deep inside of you.

Holding your wrists down together in one hand, Johnny grips your throat again with his other. His long fingers snake the expanse of your throat, pushing his weight down on your smaller limbs to lift his upper half higher giving you a full view of his cock plunging in and out coated in glossy slick. Emitting wet sounds and splashes with each glide in.

“D-daddy!” You croak out, trying to catch your breath. Losing your sanity little by little in a daze under Johnny’s merciless thrusts. He fucks with determination, pushing you close to the edge of the bed with each bruising piston of his hips. The back of your neck hangs off, gurgling a breathless shout, you arch up giving him full permission to ruin your hole.

Letting go of your wrists and neck, Johnny hugs around your shoulders sandwiching your body to his. “So good for me, pretty baby, just me. So fucking tight and wet, gonna make daddy cum so fucking hard.”

“Please please daddy,” you cry harder, nipping his cheek, leaving behind a patch of drool. “Please inside of me, please!”

Johnny knows you need to feel full, obsessed with hot cum dribbling out of your hole. A filthy little slut just begging to be fucked and bred. He knew from the day he looked through your blog, chuckling at the amount of creampie and breeding posts.

“Ask for it” he groans, digging his teeth into your neck, gnawing the skin to cover up the marks there with his own.

“Please! Cum inside me! Fill me up! Fill me up!” Kicking his thighs, you cum breaking out in rolls of tremors. Finding the backs of your eyes with the tune of Johnny’s deep growls circling your head as he thrusts one last time. He keeps thrusting, pumping spurt after spurt of cum deep inside your cunt. Plugging it up as he stills and fully drops his upper half on top of you, puffing for air along your throat.

He stays like that for a while, only coming to himself when he feels your weakened hands pushing at his shoulders to roll him off. Propping himself up on his elbows, he takes in your face drained of life, sensing a small pang of guilt. Clueless as to how his son can fuck you so meaninglessly, and how you can enjoy it.

Getting up to grab a few towels, Johnny covers your exposed skin to keep you warm, mumbling something you’re too exhausted to comprehend.

He draws a warm bath in the whirlpool tub, knowing you both could use something to soothe your muscles after that excursion. Mentally cursing for not packing a bath bomb or stress relieving body wash, he’d just have to make due with the shower gel provided by the hotel.

“Come on angel, bath time.” He picks you up effortlessly despite using up most of his energy. Melting away most of the alcohol in his blood by sweating as if he just had a long high calorie burning workout. Johnny helps place your face in the crook of his neck, pulling your thighs around his naked hips. He steps back into the bathroom with the tub now full of steamy hot water, testing the heat to not scold your skin.

Dropping the towel covering your back, he steps in keeping your limp body attached to his front, grabbing on to the edge of the tub to lower down slowly. The hot water stirs you to mumble something against his neck. Shushing you, he scoops some of the water in his palm to pour it down the upper half of your back not immersed.

“Too warm for you princess?” Johnny presses a kiss to your forehead, lightly stroking up and down your spine.

“Like it,” you mewl, licking up the vein lining the column of his throat. “so empty daddy..”

You don’t need to say more for Johnny to understand. Tilting your chin up, he pecks your lips gently, sliding deeper into the tub to place your hips directly on his. Continuing to kiss you as he lifts your bottom up by the backs of your thighs to lower you back onto his length.

“Mmmphh..” Johnny moans against your lips, tempted to thrust up and fuck you again. His cock twitches inside the warmth of your walls wrapping him up snuggly, but he knows you need time to recover.

“Is that better angel?” He whispers, kissing up to your ear. Massaging your lower back until you give up fidgeting.

“So good, perfect.” You nod, falling back into a comfortable position cradled in his arms. Johnny knows exactly what you need after fucking you past the point of feeling alive. Stripping your flesh from your bones to feel you from inside out only to place you back together again better than you started.

“That’s because you’re so perfect.” He coos, pouring some of the shower gel out to clean off the mixture of bodily fluids stuck to your skin. “My good girl, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose.”

Opening your eyes, you wonder what he means by that. Suddenly missing the necklace that was ripped from your throat. Johnny hums expecting a response, reaching lower to dip between your legs where his cocks lodged inside of you.

“..yes daddy..”

“I know how to take care of you best,” he continues, speaking softly. Portraying a much different character when he needs you to succumb, hand over all of your trust. “that’s why it’s important for you to do as I say.”

Johnny finishes by kissing the top of your head, rubbing circles on your clit with two firm fingers. Asking if you’ll be ready for more soon, because you don’t have all night to waste.

His comforting words came off less genuine the more he worked you up. Thrusting up into your core only a few minutes later to fuck you again.

Any exhaustion or sadness Johnny had felt earlier quickly disappeared the longer he fucked you. Milking his cock into late hours of the night until your little body gave out.

He had to laugh, knowing Jeno could never fuck to straight to sleep.

“That’s why you come to me,” Johnny says, kissing your eyelids, thrusting one more time before filling your cervix with another load of cum. “Daddy knows best.”

The next day Johnny insists on taking you shopping to make up for missing your Birthday. It’s difficult to complain when he kisses your lips each time you try.

“I’m really not upset about it,” you say despite following him down the street with your arms attached to his bicep. “I had a lot of fun on my Birthday.”

“With Jeno.” Johnny stares straight ahead, nose twitching enough for the sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose to move.

“He wasn’t too bad, the roller coasters were fun!”

“Hmmm,” Johnny nods, motioning to a jewelry store ahead. “I think a necklace, to replace that cheap thing you had on yesterday.”

“It’s not cheap! There’s sentimental value behind it!” You stomp, rubbing the letter decorating your neck.

“Is that what Jeno told you when he gifted you this piece of tin?” Johnny scoots your fingers away to look over the necklace. Poking the tip of his tongue out as he rubs it between the pads of his fingers. “Used my money to buy this and still couldn’t find something nice. Can’t believe I raised him.”

“I thought.. that you picked it out for me.”

“Sweetie please,” Johnny scoffs, directing you into the store. “I am a man of class. Jeno is still an immature boy. I would never allow that cheap jewelry to touch your beautiful skin.”

“So..” slowing down, you trail off in thought as an employee approaches him to assist with the case he’s looking through.

Jeno’s anger by the end of your day together was beginning to make sense. If he had actually bought you the necklace as a gift, then had he really planned the entire date as well? Johnny seemed to not know what the two of you even got up to on your Birthday.

Jeno had every reason to be mad at you.

“Look at that,” Johnny smiles, draping a thin silver chain on your neck with a diamond heavy enough to caved your chest in. “absolutely stunning. Only the best for my little doll.”

“It’s…a bit much.” You frown, noticing how much less shiny the ‘J’ is in comparison.

“It’s perfect,” Johnny pecks your shoulder, pointing to a pair of earrings in the case. “I’ll take those as well.”

“Johnny please, the necklace is enough!”

“Oh, those are for your mom.” Johnny laughs, a condescending drip crescendos from his throat, fixing you with a snarky look. “Have to get her something for when she starts complaining about Jeno again.”

“Johnny?”

“What is it, princess?”

“Are you going to marry my mom?”

He scoffs, lifting a groomed brown, slowly observing your less than quizzical gaze.

“Now why would you ask me that?” His cheek twitches containing a smirk. “Marriage..”

Johnny rolls his eyes, pulling out a black credit card to pay. “Marriage is prison.”

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Marriage is prison. That’s what Johnny said, shushing you with a wink before leading you to another store. He spoiled you more and more, shoes, purses, perfumes, nothing you asked for.

The only thing you craved was his affection, tangling your fingers through his on the drive home only for him to dismiss your advances by changing the radio. His hand tight on the wheel for the rest of the drive home.

“I can’t believe this!” Your mother’s shouting from the kitchen, clutching her phone. “Johnny just got back! Ugh, don’t call me selfish!”

Jeno rolls his eyes, twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger. Taunting his father from across the table with a grin stretching his lips.

Your mom hangs up, dramatically falling into the seat next to Johnny she typically resides in. “I have to go see my sister this weekend,” she groans, pouting at her boyfriend. “can you come with me darling?”

Johnny sits up clearing his throat, pondering her requests. He begins to shake his head in denial, reaching a foot underneath the table to tap your leg, accidentally grazing Jeno’s as well. “No can do honey, I’m swamped with work after that conference. I have a ton of meetings with patients to catch up on this week and paperwork to sort.”

“Ugh!” Your mother whines, more of a brat than you’ve ever been. Not once wishing you a Happy Birthday or apologizing for missing it. She turns to face you, scrunching her nose up in an ugly way. “My precious daughter will have to accompany me then!”

“Oh, no way,” Jeno sits up interrupting. “you see, we have plans.”

Your mother scoffs, striking him with a fierce glare. “What plans?!”

“I’m going to fuck your daughter all weekend.” Jeno nods with a proud grin. “You’ll have to go visit your sister alone.”

“You’re going to let him speak to me like that?!” She shouts, smacking Johnny’s bicep. He mumbles something lacking interest, quickly excusing himself to deal with important business.

True to his word, Jeno intends to do exactly as he said. The second his father exits the house to drop your mom off at the train station, he drags you to his bedroom.

“I really really can’t stand your mother.” Jeno presses your back to the hallway wall only feet away from his bedroom. Licking up your throat, he sucks wet kisses up and down. “She’s such a bitch seriously, can’t believe my dad’s put up with her this long.”

“Do you think..” Jeno makes it impossible for you to even use your brain. Heavy breath tickles up your jaw, tugging your earlobe between his teeth, he swirls the tip of his tongue in a delicious mind-numbing way through your ear.

“Stop thinking.” Expanding his mouth, he swallows the entirety of your ear. Lapping like a dog in heat, he dips a hand inside your bottoms cupping your core. “You should only be thinking with this. That’s all I’m thinking about.”

He pushes the heel of his palm into your clothed heat, digging the thickest part against your clit. “Beg for it, wanna hear you beg for me first.”

“Jeno, please..” you can’t pretend these moments under his control haven’t become more necessary. Craving for his body to crush yours, craving for his lips to kiss you until your lips bruise and swell.

“Jeno, please,” he mimics, huffing with his mouth hovering yours. “Please fuck me, please ruin my pussy. Please treat me like the dumb whore I am.”

His other hand finds your throat in a familiar fashion, teasing by probing the veins throbbing along the sides. “Leaking right into my hand even with your panties on. I think you want me to fuck you more than you’re willing to admit.”

“Please, please,” you start to whine, breaking at the first tear drop that pours from your eyes. “Please ruin my pussy. Jeno, please fuck me.”

“That’s it, want me to use you don’t you?”

Jeno’s hungry for this, caged like a wild animal at all times when he can’t touch you. Even your mother’s judgemental eyes can’t stop him, he mauls your mouth with an aggressive kiss, pushing his knees into yours to walk the two of you inside of his bedroom.

Not giving a fuck who finds him 9 inches deep, he starts to remove your clothing. Tossing it behind without shutting his bedroom door. At worst your parents would find you again, he could care less.

Jeno pushes you down on your stomach, stretching your arms behind your back to hold you in place. He considers wanting to watch your face as you come undone on his cock, still angry about how your Birthday went, but pleased to see you wearing his gift instead of the overpriced shit his father bought you.

He twists you to look at him over your shoulder by fisting your hair. Licking up the side of your cheek, savoring the salty tears along the way. His forehead digs against the side of yours, gliding between your ass, thinking about fucking you there just to watch you try to endure it. Another day, the next time you piss him off.

Finally the head of his thick cock breaches lower, circling your wet entrance, nudging your fleshy folds side to side to hollow out more space between your thighs for himself.

“P-please, d-don’t tease..” you cry dryly, coughing as your throat dries up from your unforgiving thirst to get dicked down. “Don’t tease me..”

“Hah..” Jeno muses, humming, rolling his hips for you to feel him push in and out just an inch. “You can do it, don’t be so fucking lazy.”

You can’t even feel agitated anymore, taken over by your need, lifting your hips from the bed to push him in more. Biting down on your tongue when Jeno hisses between his teeth, easing his cock deeper in your milking heat. He’s groaning, dragging his lips to your forehead. With your neck held in a strained position, he pushes in the rest of the way. Hips stuttering once he’s finally wrapped in your hot tight heat.

“So fucking h-hot.” Jeno mouths against your forehead. Sounding as desperate as you for once. Enjoying the cramped tight space for a minute, he takes in a deep breath, drawing back before accelerating to a fast pace. “Ah, fuck!”

Jeno reaches his free hand around, teasing your neck just to feel you squirm under him. Lowering to grab at your chest, he tweaks your nipple, pulling as his thrusts start to hit a little harder.

“Love it s-so much! Love how—ah!” Breaking out into a scream, Jeno’s mouth covers yours, swallowing it down. Growling from his chest, filling your lungs with vibrations. He breathes harshly through his nose, sweat trickling down his face to yours creating a nastier mess with your tears.

“Y-yeah baby,” he sighs, dragging his nose up the side of your face. “so fucking good, taking it like my perfect slut.”

Jeno can’t stand the way your pussy has him in a vice grip. No matter how tightly he fists his cock, it can’t compare to your wet hole sucking around him until he cums endless streams. Deliciously sucked dry every time.

Jeno sets a spine breaking pace, going hard and fast, too good with too much experience knowing exactly how to penetrate and fill your core the way you’re going to enjoy best. Only encouraged the more you shout and call out his name.

He can’t take it anymore, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, he pushes you down grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Slamming into you with more vigor falling into a merciless pace.

Screaming at the pull he gives making your back dip only makes him thrust faster. Getting closer and closer to release, more offbeat as he breaks into a string of curses.

Jeno makes the mistake of looking down, moaning at the sight of your swollen wet hole taking and taking. Wrapped and stretched on his girth, sucking around him better than your mouth can.

“Pussy so fucking good for me baby. Little fuck hole to use and fuck over and over.” He says brokenly. Grabbing the backs of your arms for a better hold, “my fucking cock whore, nasty slut.”

“Jeno! Please!” You kick at the bed, sobbing through the powerful orgasm hitting you with his next thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck oh fuck.” Jeno pants loudly, cock pitifully twitching as your cunt sucks around him trying to milk him clean. Unable to control his next few thrusts chasing after his release, Jeno shouts out, dropping his head back. Thick throat on display covered in rippling veins, his chest concaves losing the ability to breathe as endless streams of sticky white spill from his dick.

Falling down jerks his cock out an inch, hissing and biting the back of your shoulder. He thinks he could stay inside of you forever peacefully.

Johnny starts a slow clap leaning against Jeno’s door frame interrupting your come down. Deja Vu hits hard, imagining you must be dreaming because there’s no way this could be happening again.

He struts in already removing his clothing, a shit eating grin stretching his cheeks. “My turn?”

Jeno doesn’t want to move, he wants to keep fucking you. He wants to pretend his dad’s never touched you, that he never messed up what you could have had.

But he also wants to win.

Reluctantly he pulls out, bodily shivering as your cunt sucks him on the way. Setting a kiss on your shoulder, he turns your face to the side leaving another on your cheekbone. “I’ll be here.”

It sounds more like a warning than an affirmation, removing himself from the bed to let his father do whatever it is he came here to do. Ruin his fun.

Turning you on your back, Johnny greets you, stroking his fat cock until it’s fully erect. He clicks his tongue in a disappointed way staring between your legs.

“He’s so mean to you,” he kicks your thighs apart with a knee, laying his heavy hard cock on your stomach. “but that’s how you like it huh?”

“Daddy..” your throat dries up remembering how much worse Johnny’s chokehold is than Jeno’s. Less enjoyable, completely cutting off your airflow. He kisses between your breasts, capturing your lips in a powerful kiss. Always more dominant in leading, he works your mouth open, sucking your tongue between his teeth. Licking the roof of your mouth as he pulls back.

“That’s right angel, daddy’s here.”

He takes the time to rub the fat tip of his cock between your folds. Using your wetness to coat his length with strokes in-between. Johnny dips just the tip in and out of your entrance, gushing out more and more of Jeno’s cum each time until less and less comes out. Only then does he push past your waiting hole, filling you inch by inch never wavering his gaze from yours.

He starts fucking you a little rougher than usual, having something to prove with each penetrating motion. He needs to know you want him more than anything, more than anyone, more than Jeno. Unsatisfied with the way things ended last time, thanks to your mother, he aims each thrust with more force, kissing your cervix with the tip of his length each time.

Sweats pouring down his chest in no time. Making him appear larger and stronger on top of you. Propping one of your legs onto his shoulder, his long built arms flex. The planks of his abdomen crunching and contracting each time he buries the full size of his girth inside of you.

“This is how a real man fucks you pretty baby” he groans, bending forward until your calves by your head. Pushing your hamstrings to stretch painfully. He fucks hard at this new angle, cock drenched, spilling your arousal down to his sack.

Johnny grabs your chin until your eyes stop rolling back, focusing your gaze back on his. He keeps whispering sweet praises about how good you feel, how pretty you always look, how sweet you smell and taste.

It’s always too much with Johnny, it’s always too much with Jeno, but you can never get enough. Johnny tilts your head down to watch your pussy gripped around his size, stretched past your limits with each pummeling thrust.

Licking the sweat pouring down your cheek, Johnny mewls raspily. “So fucking good for daddy. Just for me.”

“Please please please!” It’s more than too much, blabbering things you can’t even understand anymore. Your ears clog up as if you’re on a long flight, making everything foggier and cloudy.

Johnny knows what you’re begging for, reaching between your connected lower halves to find your clit. He pinches it between two fingers rubbing just how you like. Driving you over a deep end with his cock lodged deep inside your cunt. His forehead presses to yours, consuming your mind with the scent of his sweat, his heart beating against your chest, his eyes burning gold from rays of sunlight beaming through the window.

Everything feels heavy, hard to breathe, like hitting an instantaneous high for the first time. Each thrust more impactful than the last, the stimulation to your clit curls your toes. Arching up against his broad frame when your climax hits like a punch to your gut. It’s more intense and mind-numbing than any you’ve had before. Brainless as you shout, slapping and clawing at Johnny’s shoulders.

“I love you I love you I love you!” You cry, breaking down into a mess. Face in pain from the strain of your burst of tears

Johnny’s stunned, pushing his cum in with another thrust, immediately coming to a stop to grab a hold of your face. Breathing thru his nose, he stops your cries with a passionate kiss, calming you down with his soft lips, expertly working to distract you from your breakdown.

Jeno can’t stand around to watch this love fest any longer, sick to his stomach by your untimely confession. He exits his bedroom enraged that his father had to find the two of you in there out of all places. Forever ingraining the image of your ultimate submission to another man, on his fucking bed.

Johnny’s more high than any drug can induce, shot up to the sky by a batch of endorphins erupting through his veins. He coos, shushing you with light kisses all around your face. Holding your limbless body to his chest to comfort you in a way he knows Jeno can’t do for you.

“It’s okay sweet baby, nothing to be embarrassed of.” He reassures you, the same way he would talk to a patient dealing with a crisis. Tickling up your spine and laying wet kisses from your shoulder to your collar until your shaking subsides.

“Sorry..” you mumble, ashamed regardless. Knowing you got too caught up in the heat of the moment losing control of your normalcy.

Maybe this is what all those posts on tumblr about the dick being too good were about..

“Nothing to be sorry about, you did so good for daddy.” Johnny smiles, laying your bodies down on your sides to not create too much friction between your lower halves. Smiling wider at the lack of another presence in the room. “It happens.”

“Can you say it back?” You whisper, hiding your face in his chest. “Even if..you don’t mean it..”

Johnny clears his throat, stiffening up for a second. Quick to mask his initial surprise with a kiss to the top of your head.

“I do love you.” Johnny’s nose scrunches, keeping your face ducked to his chest. He sighs. “Very much.”

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Jeno doesn’t bother to wait for you the next day, his cars already gone by the time you make it outside. Leaving you with no choice but to run to catch the bus.

He does a great job of avoiding you at school as well. Jogging away whenever he spots you enter the same hallway, expertly dodging into a different direction. It’s not like you knew what to even say to him after yesterday.

Still you played with the letter ‘J’ dangling from your neck as you sat in class distracted by your memories of the weekend. Everything had been smooth until Jeno insisted you stop sleeping with his dad.

Why did it matter anyway? He’s not actually your boyfriend…

A sense of stupidity, ‘dumb bitch energy’ consumes your brain as you pace before Jeno’s parked car. Talking to him one on one with the possibility of Johnny interrupting wouldn’t do.

Not that he was going to make it easy for you.

Jeno unlocks his car, pivoting around your figure trying to block his way to the driver’s door. He doesn’t so much as even look your way, nearly making you trip with an ankle crossing yours. He pushes against your hip to shove you off the door.

“Jeno! Please!” You plead, weakly grabbing onto his arm to stop him from getting into his car.

You really shouldn’t poke an angry bear.

Jeno growls from his chest, grappling your body to slam against the door. He looks enraged, the slick spit on lips resembling foam like a rabid animal. “What the fu—“

He stops, lowering his gaze to find the necklace perched between your collarbones. Jeno’s fingers tremble on your shoulders, losing the tension in his spine, he slumps dropping his face to the column of your throat. “I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so so so fucking stupid.”

Picking up the letter between two fingers, Jeno shakes his head slowly. “But you, you’re hopeless. You really believe my father has some type of feelings for you beyond the gigantic ego rub you provide.”

“Jeno—“

“No,” His lips purse together, blinking away the itch behind his eyes from staying up all night. “I can’t believe I started to like you.”

Jeno backs away, dragging his hands through his unwashed hair. Part of him not even wanting to shower this morning in fear of losing the last bits of your perfume stuck to his skin.

“It’s his fault,” Jeno whispers to himself, he swallows looking at you. “he fucked me up so bad. I’ll never be good enough. Why the fuck would you compete with your own child?”

“Jeno, I’m sorry about yesterday, you don’t understand!” You stammer to explain yourself, fretting to get out your apology before he can run away again. “It was a lot for me! I’m still.. I don’t have enough experience, I still get really overwhelmed.”

“Just shut up,” Jeno groans, digging the heels of his palm into his eyes. “you’re so fucking manipulated. If only you could see what I’ve had to fucking see.”

“What do you mean?”

“My dad doesn’t love you, no matter what he says. He doesn’t know how to love anything or anyone but himself, not even me. He loves himself, money, and fucking pretty young girls with no sense of self worth.” Jeno snarls, lowering his gaze down your frame. “Looks like he found the perfect toy with you. He’s kept you around too long, I’ll admit that, but I know it’s only because of me.”

“What—“

“I told you, you’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.” Jeno prods your chest where his necklace sits. “And he didn’t get you that, I did. I’m not like him, I wouldn’t just dress you up like my doll. I wanted to give you something with meaning.”

“I know..” you say, taking a step closer to close the divide between your bodies. Keeping the details to yourself. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. You really made my Birthday special..”

“You mean my dad did?” Jeno sneers, kicking at the cement. Stuffing his fist into the pockets of his uniform slacks, his shoulders slump. The tough image he upholds and carries proudly fades for a minute showing a life of damaged innocence, tired of a daily race he can never win.

“No,” hesitantly you reach for his hand, tickling the tips of your fingers down the veins that fade past his knuckles. “I mean you. I know you planned all of that for me. I’m sorry I laughed at you..”

Jeno’s eyes widen quickly, blinking away his surprise in hopes you won’t notice. “Did you just apologize?”

“I did.”

Jeno squints, intertwining his fingers with yours to fully hold your hand. He snorts, pushing your shoulder with his other, hard enough to hit the car door behind you. “If you’re going to learn anything from me, it’s how to stick up for yourself.”

“Against you? I don’t think that’s really fair, you’ve been picking on me for years.”

Jeno hides a smile at that, swinging your hands back and forth. “Exactly, no one will be able to help you defend yourself better than me.”

“You’re literally my tormentor.” You say, pushing Jeno back without so much as a tiny budge.

Pinching your chin, he starts to kiss your bottom lip softly. Eyes half-lidded to watch for your reaction, easing against him, he decides you must like it. Grazing your lips back and forth between his, Jeno licks your upper one, tapping the tip of your nose with his. He waits there just barely kissing you until you push in closer to seal your lips together. Locking lips as you begin to explore each other’s mouths.

He takes time to dip his tongue through every corner, rolling it against yours until a moan escapes from the back of your throat. Jeno grabs onto your hips pressing you firmly to his. Prodding his hardening length against your center to let you know how much he still wants you.

The kiss lasts longer than you expect, Jeno really lathering up saliva in your mouth until it drips out down his chin. He sucks on your bottom lip before taking a step back to look over your flushed face. Smirking and pecking your lips without letting go of his hold on you.

He strokes up to your waist, dipping his fingers in, rubbing his nose against yours.

“In some ways, you’re mine too.”

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“I don’t want to watch that.” Jeno snatches the remote away from you, complaining about how you always put on the dumbest tv shows. “What makes you think I want to watch a bunch of girls crying about their boyfriends cheating on them.”

“Jeno! I was here first!” You argue, attempting to steal back the controller.

It’s always the same with him these days, wherever you go, he ends up following, or vice versa. It’s not necessarily on purpose when you find yourself in Jeno’s bed again night after night. Most of the time you’re not even hooking up, yet for some reason his bed feels nicer than your own. The beat of his heart against your back lulls you to sleep faster than the sound of rain. He feels… right.

Whether you admit it or not, your relationship with Jeno has grown into more than just sex. He clings to you at school, asks for help studying instead of pestering you to complete his work. He’s even shown you how to play some of his favorite games, until you reached a higher score than him and had to suck him off to make him stop sulking over it.

“You can’t just barge in here and take over the tv!” You squeak out trying to reach his arm, dangling the remote further and further away from your grabby hands.

“Why not?” Jeno grins, sitting up straight to stretch out the space between your bodies further. “Isn’t that exactly what I just did? What have I told you about sticking up for yourself?”

“You do realize you’re the only person I have to fight all of the time right?!” Growling more like a newborn puppy than the fierce lion you wish to sound like, you jump up onto his lap. Scrambling to reach higher, using Jeno’s head for an extra boost.

“My eye!” Jeno bites at your hand, catching a finger to dig his teeth in. Throwing you down on the couch when you hiss and lose your balance. He lands on top of you quickly pushing your arms above your head, laying his hips flat against yours.

“This seems familiar.” He says with a coy wiggle of his brow.

Johnny clears his throat at the living room entrance, standing propped on the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. He finds your gaze with an unimpressed glare, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Oh..” you start, rushing to explain how you ended up beneath his son, again.

“I don’t want to know what’s going on here.” He mutters, tone laced with hostility. “I’m starting to believe the two of you are actually boyfriend and girlfriend at this point.

Jeno licks a fat stripe up the side of your face, smirking his dad’s direction. Pistoning his hips forward to press his erect length against your warmth.

“Then maybe you should stop fucking my girlfriend.”

“What!?!?” You grimace, startled by his response. Turning to shake your head at Johnny. “We aren’t together!”

Jeno sits up, shifting his weight down on your hips. “Yet.”

“Just keep this shit to your bedrooms.” Johnny pipes up, turning monotone. “Your mother gives me enough of a hard time as is.”

Johnny exits before you can explain yourself. Leaving you slumping against the couch disappointed, not that Jeno cares.

“You heard him, let’s go to my room.” He smirks, getting up and hauling you off the couch in his arms. He bends at his knees picking you up without much of a struggle, but wobbling enough to make you shriek.

“I can walk! Put me down!”

“What was that? Throw you over my shoulder??“ he laughs, hoisting your body. Doing a good job of placing your stomach and hips on his shoulder. Bounced as he trudge’s up the stairs carrying you.

“Jeno!”

“What was that? Fuck you until dinner time?” He says in a joking manner. Patting your ass as he steps into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind.

Whatever this routine you’ve fallen into with Jeno is not what you’ve planned for or expected at all. Still expecting for him to harass you over some ridiculous matter instead of hiding his face in your neck.

“Hey, Jeno..”

“Hmm?” He kisses up your stomach, pushing your top lower to suck on your breasts. Often spending nights in his room with your fingers dragging through his scalp as he sleeps on your chest. Becoming his new favorite pillow.

“You’re kind of cute..” you say, nervously biting your lip. His head pops up, dawning an offended and confused look.

“What do you mean kind of?!?”

Playfully growling, Jeno pounces, nipping your cheek and kissing down to your lips. “Tell me I’m extremely cute right now!”

“Ugh! Fine, fine!” You laugh, throwing your head back to give him free room to roam your neck. Kissing over the fresh marks he never lets fade away too much. “You’re super cute!”

Jeno pinches your side, chewing lightly up to your ear with a harmless growl.

“VERY cute!!”

—————————————————-

“Jeno! How many times do I have to—“ Johnny stops at the top of the stares. Eyes landing on Jeno’s figure pressed up against yours too deep in your heated kiss for either one of you to notice his presence. He cracks his neck annoyed, crushing the wooden staircase handle in his grip as he watches. Attentive to the way that not only Jeno’s hands roam your body, but yours are stuffed beneath his shirt. Your knuckles protruding through the material as you grope and feel around.

Despite your lack of honesty, Johnny could no longer deny this thing between you and his son was hardly just blackmail. The tension in the house was far too thick, especially with Jeno doing everything possible for your mother to catch the two of you in the act.

“Jeno!” You jolt at the deep growling call, jerking harshly against the door behind your head surprised.

Jeno sighs, rolling his eyes. He stands straight only to layer featherlight kisses up your cheek. He turns to fix his father with a glare, keeping a firm hold on your waist and hips.

“What?”

Johnny crosses his arms standing large and intimidating, turning his attention to your swollen lips and throat decorated in shiny drool covered bite marks. “I’ve been calling the two of you to come down for dinner for the last 5 minutes.”

He steps closer, sporting an unusual expression of anger. Much different from his typical calm gentle demeanor.

“What’s going on here?” He inquires, tilting his head to the side in a sarcastic manner. “This hardly appears like the forced punishment I was told.”

Jeno taps your chin to lift your head up, nodding with a flat look. “Why don’t you tell daddy what’s really going on here?”

“We’re just..” you mumble, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.

“Fucking around.” Jeno finishes for you, sucking in his cheeks to subdue his irritation. “At least her mom knows about us.”

He hooks your elbow, tugging you away from the wall to follow him down the staircase. Shooting his father a glare behind your head as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Doubt she’d approve of your relationship. Actually dad, I doubt anyone would genuinely approve of your relationship, I’m sure your patient's parents would find this information quite shocking.”

Jeno’s not necessarily threatening his father, but he’s starting to feel fed-up. Tired of this constant competition with his own flesh and blood. Thinking it over after he had to watch his dad fuck you again, he’s started to realize enough is enough.

Nudging your back to keep moving down the stairs, Jeno turns to face his dad, continuing to wave you off until you make your way far enough down to not hear what he has to say.

“You’re going to leave her alone now.”

Johnny smirks like a pompous dick, running the end of his tongue along the space between his lip and bottom teeth. “Is that so son? You think because you’re resorting to threatening me, I’ll give up that easily?”

“No.” Jeno says, he shakes his head. “I’m telling you to leave her alone. You had your fun, but I’m not going to let you fuck this one up. I like her, like..”

Jeno sighs, cracking his neck before glaring at his father. “I really like her. For once, be a good dad and respect my wishes, just once. Just leave her the fuck alone.”

“You really like this one?“ Johnny lets out a sarcastic laugh. Rubbing his chin in thought. “Can’t imagine what a little bitch I raised to fall for my leftovers.”

Jeno expected this. Knowing his father would rather keep this going just to rub his ego until he could no longer contain it.

“Yeah dad, I am a product of your excellent parenting skills.” Jeno starts to turn to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. Stopping to look his father over one more time. “For once put me ahead of your fucking ego, just for once. If you wanted to win, you did. Let me have a normal fucking experience for once in my life.”

Jeno doesn’t wait to hear anything else his dad may have to say. Jogging down, he kisses your cheek telling you everything’s okay.

Dinner kicks off bumpy as usual. Your mother lost in her own ego spewing on about how badly she needs a vacation, all the while missing the tight lock in Johnny’s jaw. His lack of engagement and enthusiasm, acknowledging her conversation with no more than a “humm” every now and then.

“We should start planning something for summer, when the kids are out of school. We can do something as..” she pauses. Averting her gaze to where Jeno’s head lays on your shoulder showing you something on his phone. Her nose twitching up in disgust from how happy you look. “..a family.”

Johnny perks up at that, shaking his head dramatically like he can’t handle this discussion any longer. “We have to talk.”

Concern draws your mother’s brows together. Jeno pauses the video of baby kittens for the both of you to hear what his dad has to say.

“I think this would be best for us to talk about in private.” He says clearing his throat. Johnny takes a minute looking over your neck, missing sight of the necklace he gifted you with. Adorned now by nothing but love bites from his son and a chain with the letter ‘J’ dangling. Noting your now bare earlobes as well, the way Jeno’s more sat in your chair than his own. His stomach churns wondering to himself exactly when his son one upped him..

“Darling, it’s okay! We’re a family now.” Your mother comforts him, squeezing his shoulder before he shakes his head again. Johnny removes her touch, the hollows of his cheeks twitch.

“We are not a family. In fact..” he sighs, pursing his lips as he meets your gaze thoughtfully. Nodding to himself, he winks with his right eye, out of your mother’s line of sight. “I think it’s time we end this.”

Sitting up to grab his shoulder again, your mother appears even more lost now. “Do you want dessert now honey?”

Johnny swallows, turning to fully face her. “I don’t see a future for us beyond this. It’s better we move on now. Our relationship has run its course.”

“Johnny, wha—“

“Don’t feel rushed to move out.” He stands, patting your mom on the arm. “Take all the time you need, but I can’t do this anymore. I’ll stay in one of the guest rooms until you find a new place to live.”

He turns, exiting the dining room without sparing you another look. Your mother flabbergasted as she rushes after him shouting in tears, pleading for him to change his mind.

“Wow,” Jeno raises his brows, settling back into his seat fully. Impressed and shocked that his father actually listened. After years of traumatizing him and destroying his confidence, he finally listened. “I knew that was coming but..”

“Did he just..” you’re too shocked yourself, thinking out loud under your breath. Aching from your gut to the left side of your chest. “..break up with me?”

“Hey,” Jeno tweaks your chin, poking the center until you lift your eyes to meet his. “What did I tell you about my dad?”

“But..” your lip wobbles, sniffling as the first batch of tears spill down your cheeks. “But why?! What did I do?!”

Jeno lets out a long sigh, clicking his tongue to deter his annoyance. “Hey hey,” he turns to face you, cupping your cheeks to smooth away the wet tracks pouring down past your jaw. “He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him that satisfaction, even he would agree you’re too pretty to cry over some old fuck.”

“Wha-what about..about..us..” you sniffle, too embarrassed to hold his gaze any longer.

“I’m here.” Jeno’s cheeks light up with a bright blush reaching under his eyes. He shakes his head a few times. “I told you, my dad and I aren’t the same. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?” You ask, lower than a whisper. Thankful for Jeno taking the lead as he lifts your face up again to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“Maybe he’s done with you, but I’m not.” Jeno smirks, licking his lips before setting a soft barely there kiss on your upper lip. “I want more.”

“Really?”

“Maybe I want..” Jeno scans over your face, his eyelids weighing down on his pupils, half masking his dark eye color. Something you’ve noticed over time whenever he’s upset or frustrated. He blinks in deep thought for a moment, rubbing your bottom lip back and forth. “I want a lot more.”

“With me? Even after..” you start to trail off. Unable to admit your wrong doings.

“I must be insane,” Jeno nods, taking in your teary eyes. “No yeah, I’m definitely insane.”

Having to accept a while ago he still wanted to be with you even if his dad was too. Knowing he may never get past that, he’s willing to give it a shot. “But..”

He traces a finger down the slope of your nose, tapping the tip as he makes way to your lips. Tracing the now damp plump lining of your mouth. He also had to accept maybe this is what he always wanted. If he had reacted differently to his initial feelings, maybe his father would have never had the chance to get to you first..

“Tell me you like me.” Jeno says with a flat expression now. That worry in his eyes faded away, concentrated on your mouths small movements with each release of air.

“Jeno,” you struggle to speak a little with his finger still rubbing at your upper lip. Feeling a heated flush fill your cheeks. “I really..I like you a lot.”

“A lot..” he smiles, seeming relieved after you say it. His shoulders slump, dipping the pad of his finger down to your tongue. He follows the action with a searing kiss, rubbing his tongue across yours. Adding a gag with his finger pushing in. Pulling it out just to create a track of saliva down your chin. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking until a moan tickles his eardrum.

Jeno doesn’t know what feels better anymore. Knowing he beat his father for the first time, or knowing you actually like him.

“Say it again.” He says between another overpowering kiss. Pushing his tongue in and out of your mouth until strings of drool drop to your chest. You mumble, moreso babbling incoherently ‘I like you, I like you, I like you.’ between his mouth suctioning around your tongue.

He sighs breathily, chest visibly rising and falling. Pushing a thumb inside of your mouth to suck on. He knows when his cock twitches, he’s never wanted to fuck you more than now. He knows he won’t have to wonder anymore if you’re thinking about someone else while he’s buried inside of you.

He knows now he was always right, you’d end up being his one way or another.

Jeno smiles, a cockyness lifting his lips higher at the corners. An ego his father raised and groomed to be just as terrible as his own levitates higher, practically lifting him right out of his seat.

“I know.”

a/n: this monstrosity is…..1/4th edited👹💙

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Are your request open? Can I request a sequel to Barbarian?

I know he's kind and everything but I don't think I could give in to him 100%, like yes, probably return the kindness but never love him. Reader feels a lot of guilt about the attack and I think that after the event and realizing that they didn't have much to do in the situation, they just felt numb about everything, living on autopilot except when they are with their dog.

This is just my interpretation and basically a self insertion sorry haha.

I would love to know about their daily lives! Does the barbarian take reader to war with him? (If you delve deeper into my idea) Would he realize that reader doesn't talk to him much? Would he be jealous of the dog?

Requests are always open, I love to hear about people’s thoughts on my silly little characters lol.

I did focus more on the barbarians perspective on the relationship rather the actual complexity of the whole thing and psychological depth of it all, it was a rather shallow Drabble but I’d love to expand more on his character. I’ll see if I come up with any domestic short stories for him in the coming weeks, love that idea thanks :)

Yandere!Barbarian X GN!Reader Headcanons

The barbarian himself isn’t a good person, morally or in any other way, and he knows that. He understands what he’s done to you -pulled you away from everything you’ve ever known or loved leaving it all in tatters- he understands he’s killed innocent and guilty all the same and will continue to do so for the clan to thrive. And he doesn’t feel bad about any of it.

He definitely tries to sympathise with how his greed effects you, but, he doesn’t regret his actions but does understand to an extent how hard this is for you. This is why he tries to over compensate by gift giving and finding it within himself to be gentle and patient, so as not to damage you further (despite that being the polar opposite of how he was raised).

He’s not super emotionally intelligent so doesn’t really know what to do aside from the above. Anyone with common sense will learn fast that they can’t fight him off so it’s very possible to become numb and retreat into the mind. If you wont retreat into his arms he will try make it so you feel comfort in his tent that way you’re not always on autopilot but enjoying a craft or something in your quiet tent if even just for a hour.

Honestly though he doesn’t really mind if you’re on autopilot but does expect you to tolerate him, so if you are adamant on distance or fighting him you might trigger his temper. Like pulling and tugging you around, making you sleep in the same bed no exceptions, raising his voice to remind you who you’re trying to challenge etc.

A very tearful darling is a whole other situation, he cant stand seeing you cry, he’d be sobbing, crying, throwing up on the inside while trying to maintain a poker face and think up a solution.

Onto a lighter topic, the barbarians do move camp every few weeks and that includes reader (dont worry he never makes you walk) they don’t have a permanent home just their tents though our barbarian does intend to settle down at some point once the fighting becomes to much hassle for his ageing bones. But never once does he imagine bringing you into one of his raids, rebellions or battles.

He leaves you at camp with the members that aren’t participating that particular day (like the few women, elders or barbarians that just didn’t go-nobody’s forced to fight every battle, just to pull their weight). And of course your beloved wolf dog who he doesn’t regret, he doesn’t get jealous easily especially of the dog he got you for the soul purpose of cheering you up, if he can’t cheer you up at least the dog can and that’s a win in his books.

He’s really not high maintenance, as long as at the end of the day he load up your plate with his finest hunt and sit near you while you both eat, watching whatever fight breaks out in the clan from a safe distance before he has to eventually step in. There’s not much entertainment in the middle of the woods during the evening so you both take what you can get even if it’s drunken fight.

Maybe he takes you and the dog out for walks or fetch if it gets really boring at camp. Will bring you the best stick he finds for you to play fetch with the dog, he sees how much the dog means to you so he treats it with utmost respect. He’ll let you have control over this one little thing in your life for your own sakes.

Therefore while he would prefer you to love him truly, he doesn’t expect it (mostly because half the time he can’t tell the difference between your compliance and you showing affection), doesn’t stop him from trying though. He’s a saint compared to the barbarians before him... only for you though.

#Yandere barbarian #x reader #yandere #yandere oc

[musashi]

it's so good to see other people making posts about the relative lack of nuance, understanding of interpretative text, and reading comprehension of the ace attorney fandom. y'all know it drives me crazy, how people more or less just project whatever they want to onto the characters and then get mad at you when you tell them it never happened in the games.

but i will say, one thing that a lot of newcomers to the aa fandom are missing, something it took me ages to find out: a TON of the people in the ace attorney fandom... just straight up have not played ace attorney. or, they played one or two games and fell off. even i myself have not played the sequel trilogy yet.

a huge chunk of the ace attorney fandom get the story SOLELY from the fandom. but they do not actually have the text anywhere in their mind. several others played the game ages ago but have not revisited it, and subsisted solely on fanworks since then.

i got into AA in the past few years, and i theorize this is why i feel such a disconnect from the fandom. furthermore, my autistic predilection to infohoard and obsessively play the cases over and over and over again means i have every minute character detail fresh in my head. whenever i find someone with similar bafflement and negative opinions on the fanon as me, it usually turns out they too are a newcomer!

i think the reason the AA fandom is so reliant on incorrect flanderization and fanon is because a huge chunk of them are all playing a game of telephone. literally, character interpretations have been passed around so much and no one is re-experiencing the games, and as a result no one remembers what is canon anymore.

i use this example a lot but it still baffles me to this day: i'm a known manfred liker, right? lots of people try and debate me on if he's a child abuser or not (i don't care as long as it's written well, but i don't think it's in the text) and one of the points they constantly bring up is that phoenix wrote letters to miles when he disappeared, and manfred burned those letters.

this did not happen.

not only did manfred have no part in anything of the sort, but phoenix literally never wrote letters to miles. the only thing phoenix says about it is that he tried contacting miles "countless times," but he does not explain how, when, over what period of time, or any such details.

to me, "manfred burned the letters" is certainly a valid interpretation of the text. but so is "miles edgeworth is a disaster human who 100% would reject any attempts from phoenix to reconnect because he believes a part of him died in that elevator too."

but as previously mentioned, the ace attorney fandom, alongside everything else, has no concept of nuance. characters are either victims or abusers with no gray area in between. miles is a victim (he is) but to reject poor sweet phoenix (also a victim) would tip the scales (haha) toward him being... a bad guy! so we introduce manfred (abuser) into this equation. there. problem solved.

but if i walk into the scene like "hey, that's a headcanon, this did not happen in the text, personally i think it's more realistic that miles rejected phoenix's attempts to reconnect because he is a traumatized adolescent making foolish decisions." 30 people are gonna point at me like SO YOU'RE SAYING YOU CONDONE ABUSE? and i will just sit there blinking, perplexed.

this happens like, three times a week.

tl;dr a massive chunk of the aa fanbase hasn't actually played aa recently or ever they just get all their info from wrightworth fanfic and incorrectquotes posts

#wordy wendy

[stardust948]

A prompt: Hakoda meets his grandchild, the first steambaby

Sequel to She Lives In You

The Fire Nation had strange traditions and customs.

Some more strange than others.

Hakoda tried his best to adhere to them for his daughter and son-in-law's sake, but this one was far more aggravating than strange. His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by Suki's light laughter.

"You two are going to wear down a trough at this rate."

"We can't help it!" Sokka said as he continued to pace. "Katara said the seventh night right? I heard seventh night."

"I should have been there with her." Hakoda muttered while pacing in the opposite direction.

"And this is," Sokka counted on his fingers. "Four, six, seven! The seventh night!!!"

"What if something went wrong?"

"Guys!" Suki waved her hands. "Everything's fine. Katara and Zuko have the best healers at their disposal. Besides, if something was wrong, they would have told us by now."

"She right. Our lovely grandchild is in the best of hands." Iroh said while pouring more tea. "Though I do agree the wait is maddening."

Hakoda and Sokka shared a concerned look.

Suki laughed again then beckoned them to sit down.

"C'mon before you form a hole right through the floor."

Defeated, the father and son joined the others at the table. Hakoda massaged his aching head. He swore the past couple of days added several new gray strands of hair to his already graying head. Iroh placed a cup in front of him.

"Mint tea for the nerves."

Hakoda quietly thanked him and took a sip. It did help. Somewhat.

"Wow Dad, I've never seen you this nervous." Sokka said.

Hakoda grunted.

"Gran-Gran said he acted like this when you and Katara were born too." Suki said. "Actually did wear a trough through the snow."

Hakoda downed his tea, then placed his cup down firmer than he meant to.

"Don't you two dare make me wait this long. Understand?"

Iroh laughed as Sokka placed a hand on Suki's baby bump.

"Promise."

Just then the door swinged open. Hakoda and Sokka were first on their feet followed by Iroh, who was still quite nimble in his old age. But instead of the royal couple or a heralder, two out of breath figures ran into the room.

"We're here! We made it!" Aang panted.

"Aw man it's just you guys." Sokka said disappointedly.

"Good to see you too Snoozels." Toph shot back. "We would have been here on time but someone took forever shaving."

Aang sheepishly rubbed his freshly cleaned head. "I wanted to make a good first impression."

Hakoda resumed pacing as the pleasantries continued. He was glad to see Aang and Toph of course. But they were down to the bare minutes now.

The doors opened again. This time, a royal heralder entered. Everyone jumped up immediately.

"Esteemed family of Firelord Zuko and Royal Consort Master Katara, my I present to you," He glanced down at the scroll. "Princess-"

"Wait, I want to tell them." Katara said from behind as she and Zuko walked in decked in flowing white robes and cradling a small bundle.

The poor heralder was practically shoved aside as the family crowded around the royal couple.

"Let us see!"

"She's so tiny!"

"Give them some breathing room!"

Zuko eventually got them to settle down some by promising there was enough time for everyone to meet the new princess. Katara unwrapped her face and gently handed her to Hakoda. He couldn't take his eyes off the baby. Her soft brown skin and curious golden eyes warmed his heart.

"She's so precious..."

"Dad. " Katara said somewhat nervously. "Meet Kya."

The room fell into bittersweet silent as each person took in the gravity and importance of the news. The baby smiled and gurgled; eyes holding a sparkle Kya's used to. Long awaited tears trickled down Hakoda's face as he gazed at his granddaughter.

"Thank you."

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Thanks for the prompt ❤️

#atla #zutara #steambaby #zutara ficlet #hakoda #sokka #suki #sukka #katara #zuko #iroh #aang #toph #taang #if you squint #kya ii #firelord zuko #fire lady katara #royal consort katara #star's writing

[sasuhinamonth]

Beginnings and Ends - SasuHina Recs

It's the 21st! That means it's fic writer appreciation day!

In celebration, I'd like to share some SH recs, but in a fun way!!! I'll be posting the first and last line of the fic, along with name, author, and brief description as to why I'm rec-ing it!

Good work, writers!

p.s. - Most of the links will be to FFNet, but if you see purple text, that means it's posted on AO3 as well~ I'm just doing this to save a little time on my end, but I understand some prefer reading on AO3!

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A Miracle by Eleanor Rigby 000

"A field trip!?" The class repeated. After that, several voices chirped, each of them commenting on how psyched they are for the class field trip.

"Forever," she assured

This is a angsty, passionate story of hurt, comfort, love, and meeting an old love. The story is Modern AU where Sasuke's a model and comes back to visit his childhood town, where he meets Hinata. Honestly, this is the first and only fic that has made me actively cry, and I cannot praise it enough! Please check it out!!!

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Okaeri by The Penumbra

She felt his fist connect with her stomach and went crashing down to the ground, barely having time to register what was happening.

"Okaeri, Sasuke. Welcome home."

This is sort of a prequel to the author's other fic "Snapshots: Black and White", which is also a stellar fic. It's set in canonverse, where Sasuke and Hinata slowly develop a friendship/relationship. You'll get your fair amount of angst, but really, you can hardly avoid such things in SH fics xD.

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Ichinen by Cinderella Starsend

Hyuuga Hinata stifled a yawn as she stepped out of the door and shut it behind her.

"And I love you."

I LOVE this fic! It's split into 12 chapters, each corresponding with a month. Hinata works at Ichiraku's in an attempt to get closer to Naruto, but she bonds with Sasuke more. I really enjoy fics set in the narutoverse that change things like this, mixing around dynamics so it's not always ninja stuff and war and training. It's a cute story, and the author's prose is beautiful!

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Neji Hyuuga: Matchmaker by emilyjm

Hyuuga Neji prided himself on seeing things other people never noticed.

Mission: matchmaker must be completed within five years.. Good luck, Neji!

UGHHHHH! Where do I start????? It's set in narutoverse where Neji's not only alive, but in charge of matchmaking everyone in Konoha so that he can get Sasuke and Hinata together. It's incredible sweet and incredibly moving and incredibly moving, and I love SH fics with a heavy focus on Neji. Please read it, and please read Another Story (sequel) which is JUST as good!!!

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When Will I Lose You by @elreinodelpurgatorio

Hinata, Lady of the Underworld, stands in her peach orchard and watches the Doom God and the Messenger God speak to each other.

One of these days, Sasuke, seated on a throne next to Hinata, is the one to look at a wretched soul and say: "Request denied."

This is a really fun HadesxPersephone AU where Hinata is Hades and Sasuke is Persephone! It's a short, magical read that is always a breath of fresh air! The author is really good at coming up with pretty sentences. Highly rec!

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What's Mine To Give by WritingHyuHin

After the massacre of his clan, Sasuke had one goal in his life at that young age. Revenge.

The things I do for you... Only you.... Hinata.

This is a rewriting of The Last movie, but SasuHina style! I think it's very believable and a fun thing to read, since I've watched The Last quite a few times. Seeing things that should be Naruto but are instead replaced with Sasuke warm my little, shipper heart. Give this one a chance!

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Nyctophilia by Sommernacht

For as long as he could remember, the night had offered him comfort.

"Indeed," he whispered against her skin. His fingers found their way under her fishnet top, making her shiver under the touch. "The most beautiful night."

Sommer hits it out of the park once again! This was their 2022 SHMonth one-shot in which Sasuke and Hinata secretly meet each other when 'borrowing' meds at night. They grow close and confide in one another, and I think it's a loving, deep connection that is impressive to make in just one chapter!

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A Study of Mannerisms and Other Alterations by MissLe

Sasuke Uchiha, as it was well known, was in possession of some very, very gorgeous eyes.

She decided, however, that the regal Uchiha nose would always hold a special place in her heart.

Ahhhh, this is probably one of my all time favorite fics! It's fluffy, it's cute, it's funny! I absolutely adore it! This fic is set in a Modern AU, where Hinata is a waitress at a cafe and Sasuke, a member of the firefighter team that comes by almost daily, has a pretty obvious crush on her. These two dweebs are adorable, and I read this fic so much!!!

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Uprooted by @kiljoius

Today, Hinata is 20.

“Maybe I can live with that.” Maybe she can, too, she thinks.

Arranged Marriage? Check. Fluff and Humor in a SH FIC of all things???? Check. Witty dialogue and amazing chemistry? Check check check! Without giving too many spoilers, this Modern AU fic follows Hinata and Sasuke, who plan to act 'over the top' in their arranged relationship in order to get out of it. Lets just say it doesn't work as planned for them huhu. This is a really fun fic, so if you're in the mood, give it a read!

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This is what I've got for now, but please feel free to comment or reblog with your own favorite fics (either your own or others) with their first and last lines.

@kiljoius @elreinodelpurgatorio @daifukumochiin @catruru @fher43 @gardenatsuntime @lavendereyedassassin @cariata @naoko-ichigo @lavender-long-stories @p-crowds @queenfox352 - You guys, too! Show off fics you like (or your own)!

Good work to all authors/writers out there! We love you!!!

Mod: PC

#sasuhina #sasuhina recs #sasuhina fics #fic writer appreciation day

[hinacu-arts]

I made this post almost exactly a year go. Have a sequel

R! Donnie: at least i didn't marry a boy i'd only known for two days

12! April: *snorts sprite out her nose in surprise*

12! Raph: LEO DID WHAT?

R! Donnie: in VEGAS

R! Leo: i dont know why you say it like that, you knew that was on my bucketlist

12! Mikey: you put "marry someone you've known for two days" on your bucketlist?

R! Leo: no! It was "get married in Vegas"

12! Mikey: ohhh

12! Splinter: *puts his head in his hands*

12! Raph, poking 12! Leo: really Leo! I didn't think you had that in you!

12! Leo: i don't! I mean that its not on my list, i could totally do it!

12! Raph: sure

12! Casey: oh thats on my list too!

R! Leo: nice

12! Casey and R! Leo: *fist bump*

R! Donnie: you didn't even get married in Vegas proper! They got married in the Yokai sector

R! Leo: because the Yokai age of adulthood is 16. Duh. We're too young to get married in human Vegas

R! Donnie: neither of you legally exist in either domain!

R! Leo: which is why Vegas was the clear choice for venue!

12! April: why'd you marry someone you'd only known two days?

R! Leo: when you spend 47 hours and 52 minutes straight with a stranger, you really get to know each other

12! April: okay? But still why MARRIAGE

R! Leo: uh, because he's pretty and amazing and likes me back?

12! Donnie: *nods in understanding*

R! Mikey, whispering: he's from a different dimension. He had to go back ASAP

2012: ohhhh

R! Raph: They decided to spend his last few hours in our dimension getting married. They're both sappy lovesick fools and that last hour would not come quick enough. The first half hour was cute but after that it-

R! Leo: ANYWAYS thats the story of how i married Usagi last year!

12! Turtles: USAGI?

12! Mikey, shaking 12! Leo: YOU HAVE A THING FOR USAGI?

12! Leo: NO!

12! Raph: I THOUGHT YOU TWO JUST TOLERATED EACH OTHER

12! Casey: what are we talking about?

12! April: i have no idea

12! Leo: WE DO!

12! Donnie: no no this actually kinda makes sense

12! Turtles: WHAT

R! Leo: its because we're soulmates! A fourtune teller verified it-

R! Donnie: she stole your money is what she did

R! Leo: you're just salty i had the wedding without you guys

R! Donnie: I DESERVED THE BEST MAN SPOT!

R! Leo: I ALREADY PROMISED IT TO APRIL!

R! Donnie: WHEN YOU WERE SIX!

R! Leo: AND I KEEP MY PROMISES!

R! Donnie: YOU WAITED FOR BIG MAMA!

R! Leo: SHE INTRODUCED US! WE HAD TO INVITE HER!

#hinacu tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt crossover #leosagi #leoichi

[shuttershocky]

Guy who was the one who said ideally if Iori yadayada, I get what you mean. Just was throwing out an idea on 3 hours of sleep. Hypothetically, if Nasu himself came to your house, and said you have to give an explanation for how Iori is a Servant (or living person, whatev) in FGO, how would you go about it?

I wouldn't.

Like I said before, you need a sufficiently cool reason to be able to forgive completely ignoring or even retconning the original themes of a work, and no matter what Iori would appear in FGO for the sake of fanservice, and I don't find FGO's brand of fanservice to be cool at all. The very act of making him a summonable character would be stepping on his original arc, which I could probably forgive if it was for something other than FGO—a fighting game, a pseudo-sequel like CCC, I may even forgive FGO Arcade (if he has to be there for fanservice, let it be on the version of FGO with actual gameplay), but not the mobile game.

Let me give an example to illustrate my point.

One of the last servants I raised before I stopped playing FGO was my NP5 Fujino. At the time, I joked "Man it's kinda fucked up that the animations imply they gave her back her appendicitis when she became a Counter Guardian" but they really did, because it's the most obviously recognizable part of the character that can be repackaged. Never mind that Shiki choosing to save Fujino when the former was actually hired to kill the latter by Fujino's own dad was a critical part of both their character arcs. Never mind that the reason Fujino would actually be remembered as heroic is for when she would talk girls out of suicide long after she had gone blind and had learned to walk with a stick.

Fujino's noble phantasm is twisting a bridge because that was her big moment of power in Remaining Sense of Pain, even if it's kind of weird that she now (metaphorically, as I don't suppose her NP involves creating a real one) summons a bridge to twist and collapse on to enemies when they could just show a big psychic blast. It's especially a missed opportunity that FGO portrays the bridge moment as the height of her power when the whole reveal that Shiki actually saved Fujino instead of killing her is done by Shiki explaining that Fujino's only going to get even stronger as she ages. She can be way more destructive than collapsing a bridge, she just never had to when her real strength was being able to reach out to girls looking to jump off a bridge.

I think an easier one that more Fate fans can understand is Lancelot (Berserker). His NP in FGO is the chaingun he ripped out of a fighter jet in Fate/Zero, his most famous moment in the series. But his NP wasn't summoning a minigun, his NP in Fate/Zero was being able to instantly master any weaponry put into his hands. He could grab Gilgamesh's projectiles and throw them back at him. He could use modern day weaponry like automatic guns that the other servants couldn't, and he could use them with deadly efficiency.

But again when you appear in FGO it's not about the character, it's about the character's selling points. Lancelot's NP is hijacking a jetplane even if there can be no jetplane that's actually present because it's THE Lancelot moment, and FGO is a mobage with very limited game design that's unable to actually interpret Lancelot's powers within the game's scope, so a metaphorical jet hijacking is the best they can do.

But then FGO's all-encompassing popularity has knock-on effects, so when Lancelot appears in another Fate title, like Fate/Extella Link, his moves there involve him whipping out the assault rifles and the jet plane too. It's not metaphorical anymore, he's just summoning these whenever he wants to now. And while a dark knight dual wielding assault rifles like he's in a Wolfenstein game is admittedly kinda rad, I still think it's not quite rad enough to be worth having left his original concept behind.

I don't want that for Iori.

#Fate

[nikox400x]

Kung Fu Panda 4-All the budget went to the animation (spoilers)

Hey all, its me, the guy who everyday make a tour around this site but almost never talk. How are ya?

Two days ago something arrived to the cinema's screens, something that me and everyone were waiting for since 2018, the fourth film and the begginig of the new kung fu panda triology.

You know? When I sat on that theather seat with my friends to see what Dreamworks had prepared for us, I told myself; "Maybe that post I made a while ago throwing shit at what seemed like Kfp 4 was going to be was a bit hard, I hope I can come out regretting what I said that time"

And as soon as the credits ended, it was clear to me, I dont regret a shit. Maybe it was a little exaggerated, compared to what a megamind fan would think about the terrible sequel they made, but still: the film is crappy and boring most of the time. But why?

I'm going to explain some points.

1- Po? Is that you?

I don't know you guys, but i don't think the panda we knew in the end of the third film is the same as this one. Seriously, he share more comparisons with the Po from the legend of awessonless than the one from the films, maybe its a personal thing but it feels that way. At least in the beggining of the film feel like that.

And I don't know what he was thinking about when he decided to follow a thief he doesn't know at all and who tried to steal in his own palace, and that suspiciously know who is the chameleon, whose were her plans, her past, where she lived, where exacly they had to pass through avoiding all the guard inside her home, why the others thiefs of the city hate her so much... With Po's experience with criminals this is like a chef throwing water on a pan with boiling oil, it's obvious what is going to happen.

2- Zheng- Female Nick Wilde but without charisma or half of his intelligence.

I knew it from the first moment I saw Zheng's desing, the people who know me can corroborate that; her facial expressions, her tone while she talk, her animal race, her position as thief, her final when she is part of the justice same as the protagonist... it's clearer than water I think.

Everyone could say this is forgivable if she's smart, but surprise, she's not. This character is just an absurd try of this company for """"conect with infant audience""""(I don't know in what sense, I supose for the cute design, idk). But the point is, the supposed objective of the hollywood companies is give the new generetions better things than we got at their age, but what I see is laziness for write a decent scrip only for take an advantage of a known IP and make easy money. Even the children have quality standars, this is not the dragon warrior and of course this is not kung fu panda.

And talking about the dragon warrior, having our deep and lovely Tigress with her magnific development or Tai Lung back from the spirit realm... why in the hell this character exists?! Oh yeah, for being trending topic in twitter for three days. Yay...

3- The furious five and Shifu, for us : our pretty boys, and for Dreamworks: living jokes.

What made Kung Fu Panda what it is, is not the fucking panda, it's them. They're the inspiration for Po, their allies, the royale representation of kung fu and the ones which everything started with.

Po's a comic relief, and his mission is show his development in part using his humor, but the humor in this film barely works because of the lazy script. Something that even the talented Jack Black himself can't fix, beacuse his only role there is dublin his character, unlike the rest of the residents of the Jade Palace except Dustin Hoffman.

Seth Rogen (Mantis) himself even said that he wasn't even contact by Dreamworks in the first place, only for make a scream in the credits, that's sad beacause he really wanted to see Mantis on the screen. And I know and I understand that the five are expensive, but cmon, they could just simply change the voice actors and offset it with a good script but that's not the case of course. Their role in the film is being a counter for Po's constant jokes, for not to saturate the spectator with jokes, now that's not in there anymore, thank you Dreamworks.

4-The chameleoooohhn and her "motivation".

I can't say much, basically because out of her design she's nonsense. She says that because of her size, she was reyected for being a kung fu warrior.

Yeah of course but only one little thing, what about Shifu? Viper, a warrior without tips? Mantis, literally a dawn insect? Master Oogway, a TURTLE? The masters goose? C'mon even there's a fucking master chicken! Don't talk shit chameleon!

Her importance for the plot? Its almost a lie, the others villains had links to important characters; Tai Lung (with his link to Shifu's past), Shen (with his link to Po's past) or Kai (with his link to Oogway's past), all of them related to important characters. And her? To zheng's past and present I guess? But again, anyone know this character. She's like a villain from a Disney show, you know the type of villain who say a lot of things but at the end, she don't support nothing to the lore.

And her personality is like a mix of all the previous villains, and this sounds good right? HAHAH nope. Do you remember when as a child you mixed all the plasticines of all the colors to create the final color and you ended up with a color similar to poop? well that's exacly how her personality feels like.

5- Po's dads; the only reason they're there is because they ran out of characters to make the film.

The tittle itself tell everything, they don't do anything for the script in all the film, and their objective could be done since the start.

The script of the film except for the final looks like a draft which they didn't know how to complete, everyone who watch it can see it perfecly. The animation, the music and the backgrounds are the only things notable here.

6- Tai Lung and the cheapness nostalgia.

Fan service is not necesarry bad, above all if is used in a good way, they sold us Tai Lung as a miracle but his importance for the plot feels just like a Stan Lee cameo, I like Tai Lung I can say that. But this is too weak, Shen and Kai are only characters in the background who don't do nothing except being defeated or make facial expressions (I don't even joke that Shen would show respect to Po considering what we saw in the second movie, and Kai wasn't supposed to be destroyed as a spirit, what the hell is he doing here again? *sign* I'll to stop trying to make sense of this).

By the way, anyone else think that the dragon warrior role is understimated? I mean Shifu obligated Po to transfers the role to another one just because yes, i mean he only has been the dragon warrior for less than 5 years and now they want to replace him with a random. Everything just for at the end, he choosed a thief with at least 30 crimes registred and who was a traitor during the 75% of the movie.

7- The """""""""humor"""""""", except they forgot the parts where I must to laugh.

Seeing nonsense hits only beacuse yes stopped of being funny a long time ago, and no, I don't want to talk about the bunnies of the portrait because I would get sick. I had to go to the cinema drunk to endure the filler that the movie had, no joke, it was the only way to laugh at those jokes.

So I think about applying the same method as in any movie with bad jokes, ignoring the jokes. I tried to do the same thing but with the pace that the film managed, such a thing was impossible, the pace of the movie seems to be made for Tiktoker children with attention deficit. From the chaos in the quarry until Po takes the bitc... uhg fox out of prison, only 10 fucking minutes pass, all of that for what? So that you feel like the baseless information and the nonsensical plot that they tell us is of any use? they could simply make a non-canonical short and that's it, but no, yes or they were going to tell us a story written by rotten old men who spend the entire day watching Tik Tok. It's not going to be that the child who sees this doesn't get bored, we know that much today's children don't have many neurons as they say, but even to make movies for them you have to have a certain talent.

In some point at the beguining Po make a joke about the ausence of the furious five saying that at least he had them in cardboard posters, and this would be a good joke. Only if the stupid film could be prove that the franquise can do something memorable without the furious five, but again, that's not the case.

Don't have any respect for this movie, look what it had with you. I understand that it is enjoyable because of the animation but it does not go beyond that line, it destroys important things about the canon and spoils its teaching about the need for change by treating it in a terrible way.

Coclusion: KFP 4 is just another Po's adventure as Shifu says, it won't tell nothing to you or make you feel different, it's a shame but after Megamind 2 I imagined something like this. It's a dark era for film, expecially the animated one so like Scar said; Be prepare, there're worse things waiting for us.

Do you want something with real quality? You don't even need kung fu panda 1,2 or 3, for make it easy to this film let's take this marvelous example; kung fu panda: secrets of the scroll (2016). You'll say; "An animated short, this is not like-" Shhh Just watch it, you won't regret it.

If you think I'm wrong in something, just rewatch the film. And if still you aren't agreed with me, well, I respect you and I'm happy you like it. I wish I could love it as you do, but that doesn't mean that the movie isn't bad, because if you watch it with your brain on or remembering the previous movies it's terrible.

. Me? I've to write a story, I love you all. Except you, Dreamworks, I'm mad with you, expecially when you do this at the same day as Akira Toriyama's death :(

#kung fu panda #secrets of the scrolls #kung fu panda 4 #kung fu panda 2 #tigress #furious five #akira toriyama #dreamworks #po ping #lord shen #tai lung #general kai #kung fu panda 3 #the lion king

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Okay, so the main purpose of why I included the backstory of my fic “New Overlord” is to understand what happened between Angel and Husk's relationship before. I know it’s quite refreshing to see such a fic that is sometimes focused on the dialogue and also on the descriptions.

Tbh, It was never actually my intention to have a complicated plot, only a mild one, but I unexpectedly turned into this plot that needs a lot of explanation of their current situation.

At first, I just wanted Overlord! Angel Dust to oof Val and went on date with Husk and boom, they ended up together as one of the powerful Overlords in Pride Ring.

But it takes an unexpected turn of events that I suddenly crave for a deeper depth of the plot and their story, I wanted it to add a little bit of spice and angst.

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So if you want to know about the past timeline to the current timeline between HuskerDust, here’s it!

• Anthony as Mafia Demon was pressured by his Father to become an Overlord so their organization will expand its influence and power.

• (Current Timeline) known as Angel Dust due to him being a “STAR” and being in a relationship with Val -> to oofing him and become Overlord (I wont spoil the reasons^^)

• Henry was just a newly arrived sinner in hell, who was still new with the place and the nature of it.

• (Current Timeline) known as Husk as he left the Mafia District due to “some” reasons and went to become Overlord.

It’s like a slow-burn pace for them, it’s probably gonna take a lot of chapters, especially how Henry was the one who fell in love late since Anthony was the one who already got his eyes on Henry first but was oblivious to his feelings, but as soon as he figured it out, he kept on denial since he doesn’t want to fuck things up. Especially how Anthony knew that Henry didn’t like Mafias so he stood no chance.

Not to mention, Henry saw him like a kid, but Anthony, on the other hand, didn’t want to be treated like one especially since their actual age was not just far away from each other, the only difference was that Anthony died before Henry first.

Their relationship kind of gets better to kind of worse and repeat but we’ll eventually get to better and the most gut-wrenching scene between them soooo yeah.

And for the extra part: I’m also gonna focus between Angel and Val relationship and the reason behind why he was out of his father organization and ended up having himself stuck with a contract with Val

There’s also a sequel of this fic and prequel (cuz of Angel Dust's backstory when he was alive, idk if I should include it here.)

#angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust fanfic #overlord angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust as mafia demon #Anthony #Henry

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Experiment 56 [part 7]*FINAL*

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

Others pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader

Tw: neteyam baby , reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, kinda Sad, Quaritch is an anti-villain?, soft stuff , all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Experiment 56 sequel

Note: Well… here is the final part of this series. "Experiment 56". To be honest, I didn't think that so many people would like my idea <3 If you want an alternative ending. Or you want me to expand on a part. You can send me a message. And don't forget that the requests are open, and I work with all the characters. Well that would be all, I hope you like it a lot!!!

"What do you mean she's pregnant?" asks Lyle as he looks at Quaritch. "You and her…" Quaritch hits him over the head. "don't be an asshole, how am I going to get her pregnant, I've barely known her for 2 weeks…idiot" say Quaritch, as he sits down on one of the aisle seats. "We need to get her out of here, Lyle" Miles speaks, as he plays with his fingers on his hand. "Colonel with all due respect… but are you out of your mind? What's going to happen to us? "Lyle says as he sits down in the seat next to him. "What's going to happen? Lyle, what are we doing here?" Quaritch confronts Lyle. "They order us various missions, we go and do it, we're like watchdogs for these shitty people. For what? For nothing… we are no longer human, even the memories we have don't belong to us" There was a silence between the two men, lyle knew it was true what the man was saying. "I don't know what I'm doing here lyle, I feel lost" Quaritch says. "And what do you plan to do with y/n?" Lyle gives up, he wasn't going to leave his boss alone.

They need to be quiet, they are conscious that there are cameras everywhere. Quaritch moves closer to lyle's seat. "We need to plan something… but she needs to get out of here. I have a feeling what they're going to do to her is not at all pleasant." Lyle pulls his sunglasses off his head, as he runs his hands back and forth across the back of his neck. The colonel had lost his mind. " It's okay, I'm in… you're lucky I actually like that girl" lyle says, as Quaritch smiles a little. The moment is interrupted when a nurse walks out the door. "You guys are accompanying experiment 56?" the woman asks. My god, how awful that sounded. "Yes" says Miles, as he stands up. "Can only one person go through" says the woman. Lyle signals Quaritch for him to come in. "I'll wait here, go!!!" says lyle. "oh, wait…give her this candy, she gonna love it".

Miles follows the nurse, down the cold hallway of the nursing area. "It's over there, in space 4" the woman points to the blue curtains. Miles heads in that direction, until she slides the curtain. You were awake, half sitting up on the bed. He noticed how your face lit up at the sight of him. "Miles!!! You're here!!!" you say with a big smile on your face. "Hi little girl…" miles comes over, he is surprised when you come over and give him a hug. You were little so you were hugging his trunk. A smile breaks out on miles' face. In just two weeks, you had moved his whole world. This confirmed to him that he had to help you get out of here.

"Thank you for helping me, I was really feeling bad" you say, as you settle onto the bed. You watch as Quaritch sits up and looks at you with concern. "Do you know the results yet?" the man asks. "What results? Am I sick?" you ask. "Well… if you put it that way, yes. And it will last you about 9 months." Quaritch says, as he continues to look at your face, studying your expressions. There is silence in the cubicle, until you understand what the soldier just told you. "I'm pregnant?" you look at Quaritch. "Affirmative ma'am" Quaritch waits for you to respond. "but…it was the first time I…" you look at Quaritch shyly, you didn't want to talk about your intimacy with the man, but it's not like you had a choice. "Well…that can happen. You were in your fertile days and boom…a baby" Miles says, trying to sound funny. But he sees how your face is turning red and tears are pooling in your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Quaritch tries to comfort you. " I'm having a baby and I'm not with neteyam" you start to cry. "no, no, no, don't cry, relax. I have good news" you look at Miles curiously. "what news?" you say whimpering. "I'm going to help you get out of here, I don't know when it will happen… but I'll help you" Quaritch says, as he adjusts a strand of your hair. You two make eye contact for a moment, and for the first time you could see how their expressions had relaxed. And you could notice the sincerity in their eyes.

Mo'at had always said that you had the ability to communicate with eywa, before moving to the aquatic clans. You and Kiri were apprenticed to Mo'at. You were learning how to prepare medicines, and how to connect with and interpret eywa decisions. Mo'at always said that you two were talented, that eywa had chosen you. This must be some kind of sign from eywa. "thank you" you say as you continue to look at him, miles blushes a little. "Are you blushing?" you laugh a little. "no, it's just that…" Quaritch tries to apologize, you push him a little and get comfortable on the bed. "Don't worry soldier… I awaken low passions in people." You laugh a little. "oh yeah, yeah …. such a player" he jokes with you, and pulls a small piece of candy out of his pants pocket. "Here's a Cinnamon candy, Lyle sent it to you" Miles hands it to you. "Mmm what is this?" you've never seen anything like this before. "It helps with nausea…and it tastes good" you take the wrapper off, pop it in your mouth. "hey …. I like it…ohhh" you feel the spicy taste in your mouth. "it stings a little, watch out" Quaritch laughs, as he watches you continue to eat. "I wish neteyam, was here and knew the news…he would be so happy" you say as Quaritch looks at you. "neteyam is a great man" You say as your gaze is lost somewhere.

Quaritch could see how in love you were, and could even notice the hint of sadness in your tone of voice. "you can stay longer with me, I don't want to be alone" Quaritch laughed, and settled closer on the bed. At that a lyle peeks through the blue curtain. "May I come in?" he asks, as he enters and sits in the chair next to the gurney. "Well… did you get the candy?" lyle asked. " yes, thank you… do you have any more of those?" you ask lyle, he bursts out laughing and starts digging through his pockets for more candy. Maybe they weren't the best people in the world, but at this moment they were to you.

Hours later you arrive at your room, still feeling sick. You are sure that the tests and everything that was happening was affecting you. And now…now you had a creature growing inside of you. You knew that these people were going to study more about the pregnancy, that they were going to do painful tests. But you had to take quaritch's word for it, he said he would help you get out of this place. You had no choice. You were a little bored and started looking in the drawers of the different closets to see what you could find, and you saw a little black box. It had a note written on it. "Here are more cinnamon candies, I brought you a whole bag… and there is a communicator, if you want… try to contact your family. You only have a few minutes, but I hope that helps. With love… Lyle" You opened the box as fast as you could, and it was true… there was the communicator. You laughed and ran to the bathroom, you didn't want anything to be seen by the cameras. You turned on the communicator and set the signal codes of the neteyam communicator. You had these devices, as Jake had taken them in one of the altercations he had with the people in the sky. Everyone in the family had one. Your hands were shaking, you could finally hear his voice after almost three weeks. The signal was very bad, so you climbed up on the toilet, near a small window. Trying to look for a signal. " Damn…connect!!!!" you curse, while still balancing.

Meanwhile at the refuge, spirits were low. The days were not the same. Neytiri tried to be strong, but couldn't help crying when she was alone. Loak, kiri, spider and tuk were trying to go about their daily lives, but it was almost impossible. Jake was losing his mind, every day….. He spent hours trying to figure out what to do to rescue you, with norm's help. But neteyam… was a lost cause, or so said neytiri. He would barely eat, he would wander around the common areas, he would go to the spirit tree to pray for your return. And he would return to the hut to sleep. Neytiri watched her son… he was lying on his side. As she comes closer. "neteyam dear, you have to eat something…" says neytiri stroking his hair. "mother, i don't want anything, i just want to be alone" he settles back in and turns his back to her. Neytiri knew this was a difficult thing for him, the separation of a couple… it was almost the same feeling of mourning. She couldn't stop what he was feeling, she just bent down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "I love you… you know that. Y/N is fine, eywa is taking care of her" says neytiri, as she walks away. Neteyam is heartbroken, he was upset, he had anger, he was lost. He was about to sleep until he hears the sound of his communicator, this device is lying somewhere in the hut. At first he didn't think anything of it, but it wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that he gave it his full attention. Neytiri also heard the voice, they both ran to grab the device.

"Can anyone hear me?" you say on the other side of the device. Neteyam couldn't believe it, it was you. His heart raced, as he tried to speak. "ma y/n is that you!!!!? Where are you?" he was so excited, he didn't know what to say. "I'm at the base…I'm fine" you speak, and just by saying you were fine Neytiri felt a burden leave her shoulders, you were alive. Neytiri gestured to her son and went out to find Jake and the other family members. "I miss you, love" you speak trying to hold back your tears. "I do too, I swear I will come and get you… but you have to tell me where you are…" just as you were about to answer neteyam, jake enters the hut and takes the device in his hands". My precious!!! y/n how are you? where are you?" shouts jake, you could hear everyone talking at the same time. You knew everyone was scared, nervous. But they had to stay calm. "Please calm down! Listen to me" you speak, as you listen as everyone calms down and pays attention. "I don't have much time, but I'm fine, and I'm safe. They are going to help me get out of here, I don't know when it will be but I promise I will be back. Don't do anything, mom, dad… neteyam. Calm down, just… wait for me I promise" you say between sobs, you wanted to get out of here, you wanted to be with your family. Before jake could answer the call, he falls down. "y/n, Y/N, Y/N!!!" jake shouts into the communicator. DAMN!!! Now he was really frustrated. "I need to get this to norm, have him look for the location source" says jake, before leaving the shack. Neteyam accompanied his father to norm's lab.

"Norm, NORM" jake calls out to the boy, the boy was running some tests. " I'm here jake" shouts norm, from the other side of the lab. "Y/N talk to her …. We got in communication with her" says jake as he waves the communicator in his hand. " What do you mean you talked?" asks norm, he can't believe his ears. " Yeah, she talked to us over here… she told us she was okay. And that they would help her get off the base." Says jake, handing the device to norm. He runs to his computer and plugs it in. "we need to locate where the original audio location is" norm says, as jake looks at the screen. Neteyam is standing next to his father. On the computer screen comes up the location. "I knew it, base 12… it's a 2 hour plane ride from here, we have to" Neteyam interrupts Norm, "y/n told us not to do anything. Neteyam looks at his father, and then at Norm. "Well… it's the best we can do. That base is the biggest one in pandora, I don't want to imagine how secure it is. I imagine there will be someone in there who is on our side." Norm says, while placing an arm on Jake's shoulder. "we just have to wait for her to communicate again…" Norm speaks, as neteyam walks over to his father, and neteyam hugs him. "She's going to be okay, she's a strong girl… look at all the time she's been through and she's fine." Jake knows you're okay, but he's wondering who it is that's helping you.

AREA 12, northeast of pandora:

You lost the communicator signal. "Neteyam!!! NETEYAM!!!" you give a scream of frustration, as you get off the toilet. You drop to the bathroom floor, hug your knees and start crying. You didn't know if what Quaritch said was true, he may be lying to you to get closer to you and then pull you in. But something in you told you to trust and have confidence. Eywa would not tell you something false. But it was hard… you had heard neteyam's voice. The voices of your parents, and sisters. . Shit, you missed them. You couldn't even tell them you were pregnant. "you just have to be patient" you thought to yourself. Meanwhile…on the other side of the base.

"What did General Ardmore call us for?" asks Lyle to Miles, as they both walked to the briefing room. "I suspect it's about y/n's pregnancy, I can already imagine what they're going to do" Quaritch says, before entering the room he stops Lyle with his arm. "listen, whatever it is… let's just act normal. No one has to know what we're planning" Lyle nods his head and they both enter. As they entered they could see several doctors, scientists and General Ardmore sitting around already talking. "Welcome gentlemen…have a seat" says Ardmore. "Would you like something to drink?" she offers the soldiers, they refuse with their heads and sit down. Their tails wag back and forth, Lyle literally hides his tail under his thigh. "Well, Today's meeting is very important… as you may know the navi-human 'experiment 56' is pregnant." Speaks the general as she walks back and forth in the room. "Doctor Smith, how is it possible for that girl to be pregnant? Humans can't have navi offspring?" the woman asks. "well…technically experiment 56 shares similarities with the female navi body, although not the same it is similar. Yes, if nothing is complicated, this pregnancy would be of great importance. Never seen anything like this before. The girl is about a week pregnant, so we can't say much about the creature," says the doctor, while he continues talking nonsense, or so Quaritch thought.

He was sick of this meeting, the scientists and doctors kept talking about how great it would be if this baby was a hybrid and blah blah blah. "What do you think Colonel Miles?" asked General Ardmore. Quaritch didn't know what to say. "I think it's no big deal, it's just a baby." The less interest he gave that creature, the better. General Ardmore analyzed Quaritch's behavior and spoke." I would love for you to keep watching the girl" the woman says as she turns to look at the whole team. "We'll see how the pregnancy develops and we'll make a decision along the way, but this child is as important as the girl. That said the meeting is over, everyone back to work" General Ardmore watched as Quaritch got up and quickly left the room. She could have dared to swear she was seeing another man in the room. But she decided to ignore that fact and returned to her work.

Three months later…

It had been three months since you were at the base. Daily life was strange. But neteyam still hoped you would come back. They hadn't communicated with you since that one time. But they decided to take your advice and keep a low profile. Jake, on the other hand, was losing his patience, but he wanted to control himself. He didn't want to do something stupid and then regret it. It was night in Pandora, and everyone was already in the hut, since you were kidnapped Spider had become closer to the family, so he was helping Kiri to arrange everything for dinner. Today was your birthday… the navi didn't celebrate this holiday like the humans, but Jake did, so neytiri got into the habit of doing it with her children. They all gathered together in a circle. Neytiri prepared your favorite food, and decorated the place with the things you liked. Kiri put on your favorite top. Loak put your favorite beads in his hair. Meanwhile neteyam was holding the bracelet you shared in her hand. "She would have loved all this… "loak says, you could see her trying to hold back tears. Neteyam gave his arm a squeeze. "she'll be back, you'll see!!!" says neteyam, neytiri couldn't understand how he was so sure. It had already been three months and they hadn't heard from you. You could have died or you just couldn't communicate. But everything was uncertain. Still she gave her eldest son a smile. " ok, let's go eat…I'm sure wherever she is she is thinking of us too. We love you y/n" said jake. And they all followed him. Spider saw how kiri had tears coming down her cheeks, he put his hand on the girl's cheek. Spider took Kiri's hand and said, "Don't worry, she'll come back". "I know… it's hard to be without her. We've always been together." Kiri said, squeezing spider's hand. It was hard… but they still had hope.

And yes, you were celebrating your birthday, but alone in the cold room. Your small stomach was showing, you're sure this baby was going to be big. You were fine though, and so was your baby. You were still sad, you had your dinner in front of you. You were sitting on the floor… the room was dark. Shit… this was not what you expected. It wasn't until you saw the door to the room open. "May I come in?" asks Quaritch, holding something in his hands. You had to admit, he had become your only friend here at the base, him and Lyle. But you were much closer to Quaritch. He used to spend afternoons with you, take you for walks around the base and the surrounding area. You knew he had changed, something about him wasn't the same. Never in a million years, you thought you were going to be drinking coffee, or so Quaritch called it while talking about the things that had happened throughout their lives. They also talked about how the "human" Quaritch was a bad father, how he never cared for spider. You knew that the "now" Quaritch was not exactly spider's father, but you were excited to see him pay attention to you, as you talked about how great spider was. His tail was going back and forth. "do you think i'll ever meet him" asks miles. "well… if you want someday I'll introduce you to him. He's a great guy" Quaritch gives you a warm smile, and offers you more coffee.

"what's that?" you ask, as he comes over to your spot and sits with you on the floor. "it's a cake, it's something symbolic, I remembered you had told me today was your birthday… so here's your cake. " You watch as his tail swishes back and forth, as he places the cake on the floor right in front of you. "Lyle couldn't make it, but he told me he wishes you all the best and he was going to send you more candy later" You laugh a little, but Quaritch notices your sadness. "I know I promised you to get out of here, but security is stronger…but don't think I've forgotten what I promised you. Give me a little more time" he said as he took your hand and squeezed it a little. "go on…blow out the candle" you bend down a little and blow. "I know you will keep it…eywa told me" you look at him and he smiles back. It was already late at night and you had already eaten the cake. You were talking about everything. Your conversations were always about the things you did with neteyam and your family. You talked about how much you loved neteyam and how you hoped he knew about his son. How the connection with eywa worked and how everything was connected to each other. Quaritch didn't know if it was, the fact that he now shared a body equal to the inhabitants of this planet, or was it the simple fact that you were talking. That kept him so interested in everything you were telling him.

Dammit… he had a crush on you. But you don't belong to him, and you never will. He had promised to help you get out of here and get you back to being happy with your family. Miles was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice when you approached him and placed a hand on his chest. Noticing the contact, he looked at you. "I know you can hear her… and you can feel her. But you must accept it. After all you are not that man" you say. The moment was very intimate, for a moment he felt that someone else was talking to him. You saw how some tears ran down his cheeks. "Yes I do" miles puts his hand next to yours. "Accept her and she will guide you" you say as you settle back. There was a rather long silence. "And if I accept her what will happen?" miles asks as he looks at you curiously. "you will be able to understand everything and you will feel complete" you say while eating some cake. "and I could change my name?" you look at him curiously. "you don't like your name?" you ask him. "well… it's not bad. But I don't identify myself when I'm called by it" Quaritch says, you could notice his anguish face. "And if we think of other names…something like rukoy or " miles interrupts you and says " I like noah't" he says firmly while looking at you, with a smile on his face. "I like it, it's very nice". He laughs a little and starts talking. "but I'll take Miles Quaritch". There is a small comfortable silence. "but I'll give it to you" you look at him curiously as he continues to speak. "It will be a proof that you were able to change the heart of a cruel monster" Quaritch says, you get up and hug him. He hugs you back. "I accept that… but you're not a monster, and I didn't change anything" you say as you get comfortable. Quaritch looks at his watch, and slowly gets up. "yes you did little one" he gives you a smile, as he leaves the room. "See you tomorrow" Miles says goodbye. The door closes, and you decide to pick everything up and put it on the table. You stand there reflecting for a bit, wow everything was so weird. You go to the bathroom to get ready, you were getting used to it, you settle into bed and fall into sleep quickly.

Miles was walking down the halls, he felt a sense of happiness inside him, he couldn't understand the feeling, but he liked it. But that feeling was interrupted, when he heard the voice of General Ardmore talking to a scientist. He was passing by the testing area by accident, and he could hear how the two people were trying to keep their voices low. Quaritch didn't want to be a gossip, but… he sensed that you were the topic of conversation. And he wasn't wrong.

He was hiding at the edge of the door, grateful for the hearing ability he had from the navi. At first he could only hear something about how the development of the pregnancy was continuing. But the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "When the girl is about four or five months old, we can get the baby out. The sooner we get it out, the better," Miles felt his blood boil, "but the girl could die, this is a high-risk pregnancy, I think it is better for the baby to be born naturally," said the scientist. General Ardmore raises her voice. "listen to me, they have offered me an amount of money, which you have no idea… it is enough to create another base just like this one in pandora and finish this civilization, and all I have to do is to take that creature out of the mother and send it to earth" said the woman coldly. "but she can die!!!" the scientist tried to rationalize with her. "you have one week, to get that creature out of the mother's womb, prepare it and send it to earth." General Ardmore said, walking out of the room. Quaritch ran back, and hide in a wall. Miles couldn't believe what he was hearing…he had to get you out of this place now. And I had to do it fast.

Pandora's light came quickly, lately the nights were getting longer and the days shorter. Or so Neytiri thought. Today she decided to get ready to hunt, she hadn't done it for a long time. With everything that was going on, she was barely in the right mood. But today she felt it was a perfect day… so she took her bow and left the hut. The whole family was still asleep. He climbed into his ikran and set off. For the past few months, neytiri had spent near the base, waiting for a miracle to happen. Today she decided to hunt close to the area, not close enough to be in danger. On the other hand, you were already ready in your room, you already had a routine. By your calculations, Miles would be here with breakfast in about 20 minutes. You fixed your hair, put on your clothes and waited.

"Listen carefully Lyle, you will go to the hunt testing area, you will take blood from a thanator and put them in this container" Quaritch hands a glass container to Lyle. "and we will meet in the back area, in the storage rooms" Lyle nods his head. "As you order colonel." Quaritch had a plan in place, you were leaving this base today. He was going to make quite a scene. Since he used to walk with you lately, and take walks around… he was going to say that a thanator attacked them and took you. In his plan you would die, so they wouldn't have to follow you when you escaped. While they were making that scene, you would fly away with their ikran. It had to be quick, every day at 7:00 in the morning a herd of ikran used to fly near the base, towards the mountains, so you would be confused with the others. he had everything so organized, he knew this was going to work perfectly. Quaritch walked towards your room, his steps were quick but normal. He didn't want to arouse any suspicion.

Miles enters your room, you notice that he has nothing in his hands. "hey…and my breakfast…" you complain, but he grabs your arm. "we have to go, you're going home today" you looked at Quaritch surprised, you couldn't believe it. "are you serious?" miles looks at you and gives you a smile. "come, walk with me…we have to disguise" on the way to the storage area, Quaritch told you the whole plan, and you thought it was perfect. "but why are you doing this suddenly?" you ask, it seemed strange, he's been telling you to give him time to figure out a plan and magically now he's got one. Quaritch stops dead in his tracks and looks at you. "Y/n I didn't want you to leave…I liked you. I was trying to extend your stay here. But I heard about the plans General Ardmore has." He pauses and takes a breath, you can see beads of sweat pouring from his face. Quaritch liked you?. "She wants to extract your baby and sell it. No matter if you die, they only care about your genetics, and I'm not going to let that happen" Quaritch finished speaking. "I… I don't know what to say" you say as you touch your swollen belly. Quaritch stretches out his hand for you to take and you accept it. You both continue walking to the storage area.

When you arrive there was Lyle and Quaritch's ikran. "All ready sir, the clothes are full of blood and I put them in an area near here. The crime scene is ready" Lyle says, as you approach Quaritch's ikran, wow it was a beautiful specimen, but how were you going to ride it. "What's with those cameras?" you point to some cameras that were on the edges of the building. "shit" grumbles Miles. Lyle laughs a little and speaks "don't worry, I went in for a moment and deactivated them, we have about 30 minutes, before they activate you again". Quaritch walks over to you and looks at you a little worried. "This is my ikran, it's called 'cupcake'."

~~~~~~~~~~ silence~~~~~~~~~~

Lyle lets out a laugh. "cupcake? Are you serious?" you can't help but laugh, such a majestic beast, and what a name he has. "hey, don't tease….. The name isn't everything" Quaritch says, as he prepares his ikran. "I can't do it?" you say, as you step away from the ikran. "Why?" asks Lyle, the time running out. The ikran herd will pass in about 6 minutes. "I could never fly one of these things!!!" you yell a little. "but you can bond with them" speaks lyle. "yeah, but he's giant…" Quaritch kneels down and holds you by the shoulders. "well there's no time for that…it's now or never, little girl. Take good care of yourself, have your baby and take care of cupcake" You look into his eyes, and you could see the tears building up. "eywa has big plans with you, when you're ready…we'll be waiting for you." You say to Miles, then you look at Lyle. "And you too" You give Quaritch a big hug. "thank you" you see how he looks at you and hugs you back. "thank you to you" Quaritch says. You swear to see Lyle wipe his eyes. Quaritch removed a necklace with some badges on it from his neck, as well as Lyle. "Take this, it's for you to remember us" Miles says as he places the necklaces around your neck. "I love you guys so much" You smile, trying not to cry. "Go, go!!!!" Quaritch helped you up, You took your braid and connected it to the ikran. You had something special, the animals never got agitated with you." take care of cupcake!!!" shouts Quaritch, The two men walk away from the beast, while you start the flight. At that very moment the ikran herd are passing and you join him.

"You did well…. Very good" Lyle taps his boss on the shoulder. "We did good" Quaritch looks off into the distance, as you walk away. He still thinks you are the most beautiful creature he could have ever met. You look back, you couldn't believe it, you were free. You stroked the ikran and when you were far enough away from the base, you drifted to your destination. Your home.

After flying for a while you felt a little tired, this pregnancy was killing you with fatigue. And you felt that the ikran was getting uncomfortable because of your tiredness. So you decided to land on a tree, the landing was a success. "you saw that cupcake, I'm quite the expert" cupcake taps you on the head. You didn't have much time to celebrate, as you heard that distinguished noise. It was a shout, low but very firm. It was your mother's call, she used to do it to communicate with you, or when she went hunting. You couldn't believe it, she was close enough. You got down from the tree carefully and entered the forest. You were walking little by little following the noise. Until you saw in the distance, the figure of Neytiri, you wanted to cry, to scream… she was right there. Neytiri hadn't realized that you were right behind her. She was about to make her shot, when she felt something hugging her feet. When she looked down and saw you, her breath caught. "Mom, I got lost," you say, knowing she would remember that reference. Neytiri knelt down and hugged you. You could feel and hear her crying. "oh, thank you eywa… thank you!!!! My daughter has come home" neytiri kept hugging you, you shared her feelings. She pulled back, to look at your face, she was caressing your face. Until she looked at the bulge forming on your belly over the strange clothes you were wearing. "What is this?" neytiri put her hand on your belly. You lift up your shirt and show her your belly. "I am pregnant… neteyam" she looks into your eyes and you can see how neytiri's hand runs to her mouth, she is surprised. And she hugs you again. They were like that for about 10 minutes, it was a lot of information to process. "Let's go home!!!" says neytiri. "let me call cupcake "neytiri looks at you curiously." Cup…cupcake?" you look up at her, before whistling and the creature approaches the tree. "Mom, it's a long story."

Meanwhile back at the base…

Lyle and Quaritch called the rescue squad, they had reported a thanator attack. When the squad arrived, they looked at how the clothes were torn and full of blood, there was no trace of anything. "uhhh gross, it ate her completely" said one of the soldiers, while they were doing the routine tests. Quaritch was called to General Ardmore's briefing room. "What the fuck happened? You had a mission" said the general, not letting Quaritch fully enter the room. "Sorry general, but it wasn't that fast. We were taking a walk…you yourself authorized me to do off-base activities. And that creature came out of nowhere, I tried to stop it. But I didn't succeed, you know these creatures are very dangerous. I called the emergency team as fast as I could," Quaritch defended himself, good heavens… he was very good at lying. "What the hell are we going to do now? What am I going to do now?" says the general, while still cursing. "They couldn't find anything, the body is missing, he swallowed her whole. Poor girl, she had a great future" says Quaritch, while holding his waist. He was waiting for some response from the general. "'Miles… just go back to your station. Thank you" she says as she walks away towards her office. Quaritch leaves the room, as he pulls out of his pocket a seashell you had given him and a cinnamon candy. "I hope you are fine… little one" he says as he walks over to where his team is.

The trip to the shelter was short, you could feel your stomach turning, you were sure it wasn't the baby. It was just the nerves of seeing your family…and seeing neteyam. You two arrive, neytiri gets down from her ikran quickly and helps you down from yours. The first to notice who had arrived was tuk, the girl ran as fast as she could, "Y/N!!!!" she cried as she hugged you and cried. You were sure you would cry a lot today. Tuk dragged you towards the hut. As the girl dragged you, you noticed how everyone looked at you and waved. You saw someone run to the labs, you were sure they were going to tell Norm. As you entered the hut, you saw that Kiri, Loak and Spider were there. The boys looked at you and couldn't control themselves not to cry and ran to you. "You're here…I can't believe it" cries Kiri while hugging you. Loak didn't say anything and kept hugging you. "I knew you were coming back" says spider as you give him a tight hug. "You're still alive spider!!!" you say, all this time you thought he died. "well yes…here I am" he hugs you back. But then he notices something peculiar, just like your brothers. "are you…here's a baby?" asks loak, as he lifts the shirt off your belly. "yes…it's neteyam's" you look at your brothers, this made kiri start to cry more. The girl hugged your belly, while saying adorable things. "move aside… I want to hug her too" loak pushes kiri. These two were about to start arguing, until neytiri scolds them. " your sister has just arrived and you are already fighting!" Neytiri shouts. Spider laughs, and loak sticks his tongue out at kiri. You were so happy, you had missed them so much.

Out of nowhere, an agitated Jake walks in, he stands in the doorway of the hut in shock, he can't believe you were there. "Dad, I'm here" you say as you walk towards him. Jake walks over and carries you off the ground. "watch out!!!" complains neytiri. "my pretty girl, my sweet girl…. are you here!!!" jake looks into your eyes, as he examines you. And pauses, and then looks at you. "yes, she is pregnant" neytiri says. Jake hugs you again. "The important thing is that you are here!!!" jake keeps hugging you, and placing kisses on the top of your head. "we have to celebrate" says neytiri, as she joins in the hug. You were tiny in height, so your parents covered you completely. "I can't breathe!!!" you say, as Jake and Neytiri walk away laughing. You could see neytiri's smile, that smile… you loved her. You knew she was very happy. "mom, where is neteyam?" you asked her. " he is in the tree of spirits….. go, you are going to give him a big surprise" neytiri adjusts your hair a little bit. "hey, whose ikran is that?" asks jake, as he looks at the beast from the entrance of the hut. "it's mine… dad, it's a long story. It was given to me by a great friend" you say, as you run out of the hut. You want to see neteyam, then you would talk to your parents.

"Did they give it to her? The ikran can't only have one rider" jake asks neytiri. "yes, but… I don't know what to tell you" neytiri gives her partner a smile. She's too happy to worry about it. You go running to the soul tree, you had taken off your annoying shoes and could feel the grass under your feet. How you had missed all this… In the distance you saw the tree. And you kept getting closer.

Neteyam was sitting, he used to spend most of his time here. You came closer and could see him. His back was to you, he looked thinner and you swore he was taller. Neteyam had not noticed your presence, until you spoke. "Neteyam…" he looked up and saw you there. He stayed still for a while, he thought it was a game of his mind. He didn't move until he saw you waving your arms. "hello… ma nete" he interrupts you with a quick movement, he had knelt down in front of you and wrapped his arms around you. " ma y/n, you came back to me" you felt his tears fall on your shirt, you wrapped your arms around his head. " neteyam look at me" you took his face in your hands. you could see his dark circles under his eyes, how tired he was. Your poor neteyam, your dear neteyam. "You know I always come back to you" you pull him closer and give him a little kiss. Neteyam pulls you closer to him. It was not a perverse kiss, it was a kiss of "you have given me back my life" you separated from him to analyze his face. "So how come you're here? How did it happen?" asks Neteyam, checking every part of your body. You keep quiet for him to figure it out himself. The first thing he notices is the strange clothes you are wearing. And as he runs his hands down your side, he senses something in particular. You take his hand and bring it to your belly. "It's our baby, I'm about 3 months pregnant" neteyam was silent and then spoke. "That was at …." He asked, you reached over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. " yes, sir…. That day" neteyam hugged you again. you could see how his tail was wagging with excitement, his ears were perked up. Just then, loak arrives. "I don't want to interrupt you guys…but they're looking for you," says loak, as he approaches you. You knew he was happy too. You could see it on his face. Neteyam stood up and took your hand. When you approached loak, you also took his hand.

You went to the shelter, and you saw how everyone was preparing a party to welcome you. Kiri approached you and took you to the mo'at hut. When the woman saw you, she hugged you… and kissed you on the forehead. And said a few words to eywa. Kiri was already taking out of a drawer, an outfit that she had prepared for you. It was very beautiful, it had beautiful stones and corals. The women helped you take off your human clothes, while they dressed you in your new outfit. Mo'at caressed your belly, while drawing some white dots around it. It was a symbol of love and welcome to the new member of the clan. Kiri brushed your hair, you couldn't help crying a little. You missed these moments and here you were. Neytiri entered the hut and approached you. "Look… these are the items I wore during my pregnancies. They were mama mo'at's, then they were mine and now they are yours. When it is kiri's turn…she will inherit them from you" she says as she places them around your neck. "Mom don't say that… I'll never have a baby" complains Kiri, as she continues to fix your hair. "thank you mom" you caress her face, she leans into your touch.

When you came out of the hut, you could see that everyone was dancing and partying. Loak and neteyam were with their father. Spider was playing with tuk. And next to you were kiri and neytiri. They walked over to where everyone was. You looked beautiful, the men of the family looked at you with so much love. Jake took your hand and sat you right next to him. Neteyam sat on the other side of you and wrapped his tail around your belly. "Well family… now we are together" says Jake. You want to memorize this moment, everyone was together. Even spider was there…everyone. And they were happy. You feel neteyam give you a kiss just above your head. "i love you."

It was already very late and the party was over. You went back to the hut. Jake started asking you what happened in that place, and how you escaped. You told him the whole story, how Quaritch and Lyle had taken care of you and helped you get off the base. Jake couldn't believe what you were telling him. "y/n those men are dangerous," says Jake. "dad…they are not those men from before. Eywa has changed them. You have to believe me," you say as you look at him intently. Everyone in the family is listening. Neytiri looks at Jake. "It's okay… the important thing is that you are here and you are safe" jake gives your arm a squeeze. No one in the family was going to question what happened, they knew you had the ability to communicate and understand Eywa's decisions.

Everyone lay down to sleep, you and neteyam were lying together. His hand was on your belly. For the first time in three months, he was going to sleep in peace. The quietness of the hut was more than evident. "hey ma neteyam?" you say softly. "mmm?" neteyam's eyes are already closed. "how is my ilu Hì'i ? you have taken care of her, haven't you?" you ask, he can't believe you are asking that. "she is on the beach… she is fine and has eaten every day" says neteyam settling down to continue sleeping. "you saw that I have an ikran, miles gave it to me" you keep talking, neteyam couldn't be happier, for the first time in his life he didn't care that you were still talking. He wanted to keep hearing your voice all his life.

6 months later…

Your baby was born, he was a healthy baby, and he was completely navi, the only thing he had was the 5 fingers, someone that you, kiri, Jake and loak. They were all in the mo'at hut. Since you had returned things had slowly normalized. You were able to return to your old home in the forest, and the altercations with the humans were less. You knew Quaritch had something to do with this whole issue, and you were grateful for it…he was keeping his promise. "Let me see," said Neytiri as she took the child from your arms. You were tired…the delivery was difficult and painful, but you were fine. Neytiri held the baby carefully while jake took his little hand. "look at that…. Just like mom and grandpa. Welcome to the fraternity!!!" he said a little excited. Neteyam was next to you, he was stroking your hand. "thank you, love…" he said as he came up to your face, to give you a kiss on your cheek. Loak came in with spider and tuk. "make way… uncle loak wants to see his baby" neytiri hands him the baby. "watch out, loak if it happens to him…" says neteyam, as he gets up and goes to where his brother. Kiri had approached you, she was taking care of you. "hey, take it easy." Says spider, as he looks at the baby. "he is very beautiful!!!" spider looks at you, and you give him a smile. "now, hand over my son" neteyam says, taking the newborn out of his little brother's arms and carrying him to you. You take him, and neteyam settles down next to you. In fact, the whole family is sitting around you. "What are you going to name him?" neytiri asks you. You look at your son, keep silent for a moment, laugh a little and then speak. "his name will be… noah't".

p.s. What did you think of this ending? Did you like it? Well, in the end it didn't take too long to read. I had so many ideas, but this was my favorite. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone. I will be writing other stories, I have a lot of them. But if you want something specific, you can send me a message. <3

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