tags: PiV, established relationship, biting, blood mention, dacryphillia, dumbification, somno, dubcon.. paralytic venom (do not look at me.)
a/n: donât come to my house or else Iâll sick your di- I mean blood!!!
wc: 3k | masterlist
"You know if you like totally hate me and like want me to die or something, you can just say that."
He's pulling those puppy dog eyes again, drumming his fingers against his knees as he leans over the couch a little, bumping his head against yours.
"Hm?" You mumble, unfazed and preoccupied with tapping away at your phone.
"So you're not only depriving me of your blood, but also of your attention? You're a heartless woman, you know that?"
Dick knows damn well you do have a heart. In fact, his hearing picks up every single thump little of it inside your ribcage, pumping all that blood around your body.
He lets out a dramatic whine, one part offended and two parts pathetic.
Youâre ignoring him and starving him.
âCâmon, baby..â Heâs really pushing the âpoor pitiful meâ look at the moment, head ducked down to hide behind his hair, eyebrows all raised and pouty lips in an exaggerated frown.
To him, this is truly a double standard. He doesnât get it! He's seen you demolish an entire pack of KitKats in one sitting for when you thought you were being sneaky!
So like God forbid your vampire boyfriend feels kinda peckish..
Your eyes narrow slightly, unamused.
âYou have blood bags in the fridge.â
Your words make him wince, bumping his forehead against yours again. Youâre ignoring him, as always when he suggests this kind of thing.
He hates it! Why the hell would he want one of those disgusting blood bags if heâs got a wayyy prettier one in front of him?
âPlease?â heâs batting his eyelashes at you and everything, pressing lightly kisses to the inside of your wrist - only to lightly scrape his fangs against the thrum of your pulse.
âDick,â you frown, shoving at his jaw like you would do to a misbehaving puppy.
âI told you, blood freaks me out.â
Hours later, staring up at the ceiling.. heâs at a loss.
Batting his lashes and kissing all over your face with hushed little pleas didnât work. Thatâs a new one.
Convincing you barely worked either.
He offered anything and everything.
Promises to wash your sore skin after, to take you out to that Italian place you like, even saying heâd buy you everything in the whole world, just for one singular drop to quell the ache in his fangs.
Eventually, he managed to wear you down just a little bit, donât you love him?
You told him youâd think about it, that shouldâve been enough to rein him in.
Unfortunately, it only made the dull ache in his fangs more prominent.
He wonât open the fridge, he wonât look at a blood bag, he hasnât dared to pick one up in the last number of days.
Why would he? Especially if you look so sweet asleep, your head tilted back against the plush pillows, your pretty neck is just right there.
His keen eyes watch as you shift a little in your sleep, blissfully unaware how heâs spiralling internally.
Dick wonders how youâd react, wonders how much longer he can take this before he loses his mind completely.
Shifting closer to you under the soft covers, he gently rests his chin atop your shoulder, his cold hand gently sliding up your soft thigh to your hip, lightly thumbing over the lacy hem of your panties.
Dick knows you donât mind that, youâve let him do that before.
He wonders if youâd jolt awake in horror if you felt his fangs pricking your skin. That makes him frown for a moment, youâre not supposed to be scared of him, he loves you more than anything - with every single beat of his cold dead heart.
Itâs not the actual concept of it that freaks you out, right? You said itâs just the sight of the blood. You wouldnât see it, youâd be fine.
Still, for a moment he thinks about how youâd react, even if you werenât as horrified.
Would you cry? Maybe.
Itâs not like heâs one of those total freaks that gets off on seeing his pretty girl cry, right?
Wrong.
The thought of your tear-stained lashes, your shaky breaths has him pressing himself against your ass, his fingers slipping down into your panties.
âFuck,â his words are hushed, fangs still aching - hips pushing against you as his half-lidded eyes lock on your neck, trying not to drool at the feeling of your warm skin under his lips.
â..hmm?â your little murmur makes him stiffen for a moment, his hand flat against your lower stomach, his body still.
âSorry, baby.â he groans into your neck, about to lift his hand away despite the desperate need coursing through his cold veins.
âSâfine.â your words are a soft slur into your pillow, your warm hand resting over his to gently coax it back down into your underwear, your ass pressing against the tent in his boxers as you lean back against him.
You trust him so much it makes him want to gouge his own heart for you.
âYou sure, Angel?â when you give him a sleepy nod his hips roll forward again. Then once more.
His rhythm is lazy, heâs not trying to startle you or wake you up properly.
Heâs not trying to get off, or fuck you either - he just wants to be close to you, he wants to feel your heart quicken, he wants to feel your skin heat up.
All sorts of awful things start to cloud his mind but his hips are still pressing against the soft plush of your ass. Heâs throbbing in his boxers, hard. He doesnât care. Itâs not about that.
When you lean back against him with a soft little sigh, Dick swallows, his hand gently wandering further down into your panties, his fingers lightly brushing against your clit.
His hand shakes slightly, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.
God, he canât take the sight of your pretty neck like that.
His fangs hurt.
The way youâre letting yourself be so vulnerable with him makes something stir, gently dragging his fingers over your soaked slit.
Maybe thatâs all he needs. He needs to distract you.
If his sweet girl trusts him enough to play with her pussy while she sleeps, is one little bite to your neck, that bad?
That makes him groan, louder than intended.
No, he canât do it. Thatâs so extremely unfair to you.
He presses his hips against you again, his fingers tracing over each divot in your spine, while the other works between your legs, gently running his fingers through your throbbing folds.
âF-fuck,â he canât help a small hiss when you lean back against him, your perfect little neck right beneath his lips.
âHuh?â the sound has your eyes cracking open, just barely, parting your thighs without a single word. Youâre so good for him, he feels like he truly doesnât deserve you - but your naivety seems to be your downfall.
His cock twitches against your ass again, precum staining his boxers, pressing against the fabric between you.
âNothing.â he swallows, his breaths more laboured than heâd like them to be, voice shaky with need, âgo back to sleep, Angel.â
âYouâre alright, baby.â Dick insists.
He canât tell who heâs trying to reassure.
His hand slides from your spine up into your hair, fingers pressing against the back of your head as he coaxes you back down a little more into the pillow.
His narrowed eyes are watching you now, leaning even closer to your neck as his hand slides back down your chest, dragging his tongue up the exposed side of your neck.
He canât take it, he needs more.
Slowly, his lips part against your soft skin, savouring the moment once more.
He bites back a groan as his fingers press into your cunt, fangs hovering close to your neck.
âSweetheart..â he swallows, voice cracking slightly as he speaks.
He should let you sleep. He canât.
âBaby?â he tries to catch your attention once more, nuzzling his face into your neck - it takes a Herculean amount of strength not to just go ahead and bite you.
He canât just do that, he loves you too much.
âMhm?â Your response is a barely coherent mumble - not awake, not quite fully asleep. Just what heâs looking for.
He swallows, dragging his tongue along the side of your neck, his fingers still gently stroking at your pussy to distract you, his thumb running over your clit.
âYâlove me, right?â His lips brush against your nape, one arm firmly draped over your torso while his hand works between your legs.
You huff slightly, eyelids heavy.
â..course I love you,â
Dick knows that, heâs just trying to make himself feel better. Of course you love him, he doesnât even need to hear you say it most of the time. Usually, the way your damn heart beats around him is enough of a giveaway.
Okay, fuck he canât take it.
â..w-what the fuck,â youâre squirming against him now, shoulders shaking as the ache in your neck jolts you awake.
You canât tell what to focus on, the pain or the feeling of his fingers moving against you, sinking deeper into the heat of your pussy.
âDonât even think about it.â his hand slides out from your hair, moving to wrap his fingers around your neck so you donât writhe too hard, the pressure making your blood flow smoother onto his tongue.
Itâs been so long, heâs almost forgotten what fresh blood tastes like.
Unsurprisingly, yours is sweet. Just like you.
Between the fact that heâs holding you down and the blood loss, you donât really have much time to react or protest.
His tongue drags up your neck once more, catching each little drop of your blood - he doesnât want to waste anything, he doesnât know when heâll have this opportunity again.
Feeling you move, Dick stills for a moment, watching you in silence.
Heâs bracing himself for you to yell at him. Heâs gonna get an elbow to the face and spend the rest of the week on the couch, he can see it now.
Heâs panicking internally for a few moments, until he feels you move - until he hears that sleepy little sob fall from your parted lips.
Is it fucked up that it turns him on?
âI know it hurts, Angel.â heâs panting, fingers starting to gently stroke your neck instead of holding it tightly when he hears a muffled little sob fall from your lips.
âIâll make it up to you, okay?â His cock is rock hard now, hips grinding against your ass - he doesnât notice, he doesnât care.
You part your lips as if to say something but not a sound comes out, his hand under your jaw is the only thing stopping your head from hitting the mattress.
Maybe itâs the exhaustion, maybe itâs the blood loss, maybe itâs how stupidly horny you are but you just canât think.
â..t-the fuck?â You swallow another little whimper, body almost limp against the mattress as you let him just tilt your head around in his hand.
Dick blinks for a moment, grip on your neck loosening slightly.
That wasnât a sob this time, no screech of horror either.
Youâre laughing.
Out of your fucking mind, dazed and fucking giggling as your blood stains his teeth.
Itâs like you donât even realise why youâre all dizzy.
Dick could probably do anything to you right now and you wouldnât even care, youâre so out of it that you trust your big scary vampire boyfriend to not hurt you.
Dick hates the fact that it makes cock throb, the wet stain on his boxers getting harder and harder to ignore.
âWhatâs so funny?â He mumbles into your nape, tongue dragging against your skin to catch every drop of that blood heâs been so desperate for.
â..you,â a tired slur falls from your lips, your head feeling a little too heavy for your neck as his fingers circle over your clit.
âMe?â Dick pants, blood dripping down your chin as he tilts your head back.
God youâre barely able to keep your eyes open, like his hand around your neck is the only thing keeping you conscious.
âMhm,â you giggle, cut off by a little whine when you feel his fingers sink into your wet cunt.
â..youâre all bite-y nâall,â
He isnât sure if âbite-yâ is even a real word, but fuck youâre cute.
You probably think heâs just nibbling at your skin for fun like heâs some harmless puppy.
As if he couldnât just drain the life out of you if he felt like it.
â..what the hell,â You giggle again, brows furrowing slightly as you try and move your thighs apart to give him better access.
Right, Dick forgot about that.
Theyâre not cooperating, like your brain is a little too muddled to let you move properly.
He feels bad for a moment, eyes flickering down to the little scrunch of your nose, how hard youâre trying to focus to do something as simple as articulating yourself properly.
âDick, I canât-â
Move.
You would press your thighs together if you could, your cunt aching for something more than just his fingers.
âSâokay,â Dick coos, gently tilting your jaw back so your glassy eyes meet his.
âBet you canât think either?â
You whimper at that, nodding as you feel the tears stinging your eyes. Not because it hurts, but because you canât touch him like you want to.
âAw,â he murmurs, pressing his lips to the bite mark at the base of your neck like he isnât the one putting you through all this.
âMâgonna have to do all that thinking and moving for you. Arenât I, pretty girl?â His hand slides out of your panties to pull them down your thighs, embarrassing amounts of precum already staining his boxers at the sight of you like this.
âY-yeah,â
âYeah,â Dick grins at your immediate compliance (as if you have a choice), one hand pulling you back closer against him, the other working to free his strained cock from his pants, barely able to muffle a groan.
His leaking tip smacks against your clit with a small hiss, his forehead bumping against the back of your neck.
Dick would genuinely rather die than ever hurt his pretty girl, but fuck - the way he can just manhandle you around reminds him that he could.
Especially when youâre so out of it.
Dick cursed under his breath as you tried to move against him, your dazed whimpers going straight to his ego - and his cock as he slides into with an almost desperate thrust.
âYâdonât need to think, baby. You just need to take me, t-take this fuckinâ cock, just the way I want.â
Just because heâs got this whole vampire thing going, doesnât mean he canât be so stupidly weak for you, panting and whining as his fangs scrape at your neck, your collarbone a mess of blood and drool as he pulls out again.
âLook at that,â Dick canât stop himself from yanking you around, your back landing against the mattress with a soft thump as he all but crawls over you, hips clumsily moving against yours.
He could get used to you being so dependant more often, your eyes all dazed and glassy and looking up at him like heâs the one who hung all the stars in the sky.
âS-so fuckinâ pretty, all dumb nâtakinâ this cock,â one of his hands slides up your his shirt to bunch it up at your collarbone.
Your hearts just so loud, beating so fast. Youâre all worked up for him, letting him use you however he wants.
His other hand moves to hook your thigh around his hips cause god knows youâre in no state to do that yourself, thrusts getting sloppier as his half lidded eyes stare down at the subtle bounce of your tits.
Heâd usually be too paranoid about scaring you too hard, but he canât help it - kissing all the way down your chest before sinking his teeth in with an undignified whine, blunt nails pressing into your skin as he gropes at your chest.
No matter how close your heart is, itâs still not enough.
âGonna-â
He lets out a stuttered moan, his hips picking up the pace, frantic almost.
âF-fuck,â he whines, messy strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he pounds you into the creaky mattress.
"..such a good girl, gonna make me f-fucking cum,â
âDick,â Youâre almost begging him to meet your gaze, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you try and gather the strength to lift your head.
âUhuh?â Dick mumbles against your chest, thrusts getting sloppy as he pounds into your cunt, hand sliding down to pinch your clit between his fingers.
âF-fuck, just kiss me,â you swallow, lips curling into a wobbly frown as your body aches to arch against him, the wet sounds of your needy cunt filling the space between you.
âYeah?â He pants, âWant me to kiss you, baby?â
You bite back a whimper, pussy clenching around him.
âP-please,â
That catches his attention.
Dick latches off of your tits for a moment, ignoring the steady leak of his precum already leaking out of you.
Heâs all gross, his parted lips a mess of spit and your blood - the very thing thatâs supposedly scares you so badly.
His Adamâs Apple bobs in his throat, letting out a soft mewl when his fangs press into your bottom lip.
You should be mad at him, disgusted. Youâve got every right to be.
But Fuck, even though he could tear you open - heâd rather let his girl drive a stake through his cold dead heart.
This was her routine, pacing the woods early every morning muttering to herself that 'they' see all of us, that we have to stay.
You never knew who they was or what was watching just grateful that your presence calmed her down
"Lottie" she spins face lighting up as she meets your eyes "y/n
she treads towards you lunging forward swiftly tucking her face into your neck "we missed you."
We?
You pull back watching her eyes drift around up at the sky circling the trees stilling as you cup her cheeks "It's just us out here baby."
she pins you back against a tree, "No" she scowls eyes darkening you flinch sickness bubbling up in your stomach surprised by her aggresion.
"you'll understand one day, it just wants us to be happy." She sighs guilt lacing her voice, she just wants you to accept the wilderness and what it has to offer.
Her lips painfully crash against yours, you welcomed her love even though it shattered a piece of you. Gone was your sweet girlfriend, the girl that waited on you hand and foot, proudly flaunted you wherever you both went, shamelessly maxed her credit cards on you and slipped into your bedroom late at night spending time with you beneath your sheets whenever her parents fought
so you slip into her arms, moan as she caresses your sides, her hand slowly drifting into your shorts
lottienat + avoidant attachment reader who loves them both more than anything but is scared of getting hurt
It had been an entire week of radio silence, Nat and Lottie both had admitted their feelings towards you and you had also told them you liked them back, things were perfect all through Friday until Sunday you barely talk to them anymore when Monday rolled around cutting phone calls short immediately sprinting away after soccer practice it even freaked out some of the other members on the team.
Lottie is stood watching you from her lockers when she feels a presence come up to her, Lottie smiles when she see's its Nat pecking her lips.
Natalie returns the kiss passionately smiling as she pulls back, it drops when she watches you across the hall.
"she's been ignoring all week." Lottie mumbles sadly nibbling on her lip her personal bad habit neither you or Natalie liked to see, Lottie did it until she bled
Natalie frowned squeezing her cheeks popping her lower lip from her teeth disliking how much pain she was in, pain that you were causing.
"same.. it's pissing me off" Natalie clenches her jaw unable to understand why you're putting them through this kind of grief
"It's alright.." Lottie insists tugging on Natalie's collar trying to distract the girl but it's not, you know it's not.
You feel a set of eyes on you once you finish packing your bag for the day, it's them and you feel it
you barely glance over heart racing before shuffling away towards the double doors leaving school unable to face their ire
"fuck this.." Natalie spits out having had enough of the hot and cold behavior she shoves herself off Lottie and follows you out
"Nat baby wait!" Lottie sprints behind but is too late already hearing Natalie cuss you out.
"what the hell is wrong with you y/n?" She asks jaw tight trying to keep her anger at bay. You glance around sheepishly noticing the other students begin to stare. "Nat please keep your voice down.." you beg gripping your books so tight against your chest it hurts
"No this isn't fair to Lottie or me." Natalie seethes, your eyes begin to water as Natalie tears you a new one "Nat.." Lottie reaches out gripping her arm trying to make her stop but she shakes her off.
"You tell us you love us, want to be with us then dip it's messed up" Natalie sighs, "you're right" you nod a few tears slipping down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry.. so damn sorry" you sniffle wiping them away in embarrassment, Lottie wraps you in her embrace arms locked tight around your neck shushing your crying
Natalie looks on a bit guilty, wanting to reach out and make this better, but stands still. "Why are you ignoring us?" Lottie whispers running her hand up and down your back.
"I just don't want to be clingy or suffocate you both." You sob holding onto Lottie tightly. "I'm not used to being open.. I feel trapped.. I've never opened up to anyone before.. I don't want to be weak." you explain dejectedly, Natalie meets your gaze reaches out squeezing your shoulder
"you don't have to be strong all the time or pretend you're happy when you're not y/n" Natalie reassures you slowly stepping closer to both of you.
"you can feel or be whoever you want whenever you're with us" Lottie insists pulling back giving you space to look at them both, be present together.
"you tell us if you ever need space alright but just know that we won't judge you.. never" Lottie caresses your cheek pressing a kiss on your forehead while Natalie takes her turn holding you in her arms.
She blows a puff of smoke into the air, soft sighs leaving her lips before she gazes down "Look at me" she pulls your head back hand tightly gripping your hair. Your glassy eyes peer up meeting hers, "you're such a good girl, my good slut aren't you." You eagerly nod trembling on your knees aching to please. She smirks down before stuffing your face back into her pussy.
Thinking about Lottie mourning you after picking the queen card. Her bolting into your arms whispering 'I love you' before you have to sprint out of her grasp as the rest of the girls chase you </3
Hey guys it's been forever since I've written anything I'm sorry I watched the hunger games movie and I'm in my Lucy Gray era. I'm going to finish up some requests then maybe might write stuff about Lucy Gray. Requests are still closed but I'm willing to write anything about yellowjackets or Lucy when they're open again
now i really need a blurb or something about nat and reader having a babyđ„ș yes, i have baby feverđ
Nat Scattorcio x Reader having a baby:
this is going to be short just because I'm still in a slump, sorry I've been gone for so long I'm in my Lucy Gray era lol.
___
You hear Nat whispering in the living room as you prepared your daughter's bottle. Giggles ring out in the air and a small smile creeps up on your lips as step out of the kitchen and turn the corner sptting your baby cooing in Nat's arms.
"How are my girls?" You ask wrapping your arms from behind your girlfriend. "We're perfect, she's just a little fussy." the infant begins to pout just as Nat mentions her sour mood.
You laugh tapping her nose just when she begins to sniffle handing the bottle to Nat. ""Shh it's ok" She hums, rocking the infant in her arms soothing your sweet baby girl.
Tears filled your eyes, your heart bursting with joy happy to finally live a quiet life with the woman you love.
So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog đ
Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.
Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!
It does not help that other social media uses or has changed their terminology; what we used to call a retweet is now a repost on the blue bird site, for instance.
But yes; on Tumblr, use the little reblog button on the posts to share things. Don't copy/save/etc it and post it again as if it was your own.
Can u do a nat x sister reader where the reader went to nationals with the team (like in your hc). The reader has a panic attack in the wildreness but tries to keep away from the team while having it, but big sister nat finds her and comfort her. Fluff. (I get really bad panic attacks so i'd like to think of her as comforting me in a way idk)
Sister!Nat x Reader
I got a similar request for the same concept so Iâm just joining them together TW Anxiety/Depression some self inflicted wounds
You were distraught the past few weeks weighing heavy in your heart, everything went downhill after doomcoming you couldnât believe you ate your friend. Someone who trusted and loved you saw you as her own little sister. Nightmares haunted you in your sleep and visions of her blue corpse followed you while you were awake going about your day. The perpetual agony and guilt ate you up a poison blooming in your chest.Â
You knew, feeling it in your bones death creeping up on you too, like youâre next.
___
It was quiet, the wind howled outside as a storm settled in. Most of the girls were laid down in their sleeping bags or surrounding the fire for warmth.
You watch the flames light dance on the ceiling sitting in Nat's lap. You leaned back on your sister as she hummed quietly rocking you back and forth when suddenly a deck of cards was shoved in your view.
âY/n are you listening?â Mari questioned agitated. âHuh um yeahâ you nodded a pit grew in your stomach as you sat up.
Things had been tense between the both of you, she had been snapping at you for the past few weeks, and there had been whispers that you weren't doing your part that you kept messing up and she insisted you weren't pulling your own weight. Nat did her best to reassure you but the malicious gossip got under your skin.
"As ifâ Mari muttered shaking her head. Heat flooded up your neck evading her harsh stare. Natâs arms slowly tightened around your waist âGet off her back sheâs tryingâ she barked. âWeâre all trying Nat she needs to get her shit togetherâ whipping her head down with a sneer on her lips venomous gaze pointed at you.
 Immediately the air was tense, a silence filled the room as the girls looked at each other awkwardly, âleave her aloneâ Nat growled jaw clenching, a murderous look forming in her eyes, her locked limbs shaking ready to pounce. âWhatever just be usefulâ Mari rolled her eyes launching the entire deck on your lap.
Embarrassment flooded your veins as you felt like you were suffocating. You immediately jump out of Natâs embrace. The sensation grows ten times worse when you scan everyone's eyes eventually meeting your sister's, sympathy written on her face.
before you knew it you had sprinted out of the cabin legs leading you out as far as you could go snow pelting down on you blurring your vision. Gasping out your body collided against a tree. You heave falling to your knees, the cold crisp air feels like sharp knives in your throat and hot tears run down your flushed cheeks. Running your hands over your face and moving up to your scalp, gripping your hair wanting to tear it out of your skull.Â
You began hitting your head âsnap out of it, snap the hell out of itâ the mantra repeated in your brain but that couldnât even stop your painful thoughts.  Â
Natâs voice echoed in the air not hearing her past the ringing in your ears.Â
A pair of hands lift you up on your feet, you gasp eyes snapping shut pulling away from her grip, beating her chest, âhey stop! y/n! Itâs me!â Nat yelled trying to doge your punches and grabbing your fists, a scream tore through your chest, it was muffled by her strong grip shoving your head against her chest. Your small frame shook in her arms, âbreathe with meâ her chest rising as she took deep breaths through her nose. Your breathing starts to match hers, your sister's heartbeat calming you down as heavy gasps turn into quiet whimpers.
âTalk to me y/n.â she says pulling you back by your arms and meeting your tearful face. âI canât do this anymore, weâre starving Javi is gone, Jackieâs dead because of what we did.. And I canât do anything right.â almost retching at the realization of how bad everything had gotten. âWe wonât survive this thereâs no way.â You stutter tearfully between wheezes. She stops you. "Look at meâ she murmurs tucking strands of hair behind your ears and holding your cheeks. "We will be ok, I fucking swear nothing bad will happen to you. Weâve gotten this far right?â you shrug weepingly, âand fuck Mari sheâs just scared. We all are.â You nod shutting your eyes. Nat sighs pulling you close before you can meet her misty gaze.
Nat honestly didn't know if anything will be alright but you would always come first.
What Natalie would be like if reader was pregnant and was feeling insecure because her body was changing, and how would Natalie feel after we reveal how we got pregnant, as she didn't tell her when they first got together?!?!
Nat x Pregnant Reader Thoughts + Headcanons
I mean sheâd be beyond surprised and unsure about everything which is why you probably didnât say anything. Nat might be a little resentful that you werenât upfront if sheâd feel like she was cheated on (idk if thatâs the right word for how she would feel.) She will come around though and wonât hold it against you after realizing how scary this was for you, she understands what itâs like to keep secrets or want privacy when something big in your life is happening especially if you didnât know if whoever you trusted would flip.
It broke her heart when she found out that you didnât think you were attractive anymore.
Sheâd catch you staring at yourself in the mirror sometimes looking down at the stretch marks surrounding your tummy, pinching chubbier parts of yourself with a frown on your face.
Wrapping her arms behind you and resting her chin on your shoulder. âYouâre beautiful you know that?â she murmurs, she flips you towards her when you refused to meet her gaze and lifts your face cupping your face âI just donât feel like myself..â you whisper. Pouting she runs her thumb across your cheek, âI know the baby is going to be perfect just like itâs momâ she replies nuzzling your nose.
I think sheâs scared to be a âmomâ or in your child's life since her parents have been absent and out right abusive. She doesnât want to mess up, but she wouldnât leave you she loves you too much but getting around the fact she might be a mom is a little tough lmao she is a MILF for sure though.
Also would save up some cash for your babies things, diapers, clothes ect
She 100% would protect that kid with her LIFE def the kind of âparentâ that would slash tires or key the car of whoever talked shit about her gf and her kid.
