#jamari fluff

[yandereaffections]

Agapito and/or Jamari maybe accommodating a darling (freshly snatched lol) who can’t walk due to there chronic hip pain? As in they can usually do so but can’t in the moment due to over use

Or just any currently in pain darling fluff :]

Always lovely to see you posting again, hope you get the spider requests you long for <3 -aro anon

Jamari's over here doing the most for his poor little baby, carrying you around and trying his best to sooth you via the softest of words he can put together, kissing over your hip bone with gentle caresses along your side before pressing the ice pack back in place, not to mention there's medication set on the bedside table, courtesy of Agapito

Does Jamari have to do all this? Probably not, but with how violently you thrashed against him a few nights ago when he managed to snatch you he can't leave you with the bare minimum amount of care, after all it is partially his fault, being so rough with his dearest.

Jamari won't speak of it until you feel better enough not to think of it, he loves to help you through this. Holding your legs in certain positions so your muscles are stretched out reducing the tension, looking down at you laid out, reliant on him, and soon to have kisses pressed all over your face as he eases your legs back down as the exercise ends.

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[cuddles-and-kisses]

Lazy Sunday Mornings on a Saturday

Jamari belongs to @yandereaffections! I just write fanfictions and theories.

A/N: I don't have hair that could support locs but I had partners a few years ago that did. I'm writing the best I can; please tell me if I portrayed anything wrong.

Trigger warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Have you ever seen a puppy get excited? When they’re running around, tripping over their paws, yipping, along with jumping at your legs. Imagine instead of a puppy, it’s a five-foot-nine, semi-truck of a man. Yeah, that’s what I woke up to this morning. “Babe. It’s locs day! Instacart brought the groceries you asked for and the hair stuff is on the table.” I call him Puppy for a reason.

Sunlight flows through the blinds, into our bedroom, dripping onto his face. Shit, you’re really pretty like this. The skincare routine I forced him into is paying off; his skin is more radiant lately. Can locs day wait a little bit? I want to stay in his arms a little longer. He’s a human furnace and oh so cuddly. His normal voice flusters me from the simplest sentences. Muttering into my ear is attempted murder. This man is too sadistic to me. Pretty face, intoxicating voice, cuddly body, tender laugh, wholesome personality. How did I get so lucky with you, My Love? You’re acting like all the things I do for you are a big deal. To me, they’re the least I can do to show the true extent of my love. Learning your habits as well as preferences. Familiarizing myself with your mindset. Coaching you on how to unlearn the harmful behaviors you picked up in self-defense. Manipulating you to love yourself as much as I do. Learning new dessert recipes. It’s the bare minimum for someone like you.

“Do we have to change out of our PJs?” You look so at peace when you’re wearing PJs. It only adds to how at home you make me feel. Of course, you’ll say no, we don’t have to. Maybe because we’re staying home; maybe because I don’t have my own PJs so I’ll seamlessly steal yours. Either way, I’m ok with it. You gently kiss my forehead then start to get up. Shifting the navy blue comforter off of you and putting on the fuzzy pink bunny slippers I bought for your birthday. You’re wearing the burgundy satin bonnet I bought last week along with a plain tank top and white boxers with hearts scattered on them. Like I said, so pretty. Your body heat prevents me from wearing much to bed, not that you’d complain though.

It’s my turn to get out of bed and get dressed. Everything is right where I left it last night. Fuzzy lounge pants atop of plush socks rest at my feet before I put them on. We’ve recently upgraded to a queen-sized mattress. Our old bed frame couldn’t accommodate a queen so we had to get a new bed frame too. We both sought after a bed with storage to replace the dresser at the end of our old bed. The headboard has a few cubbies which led us to move the bedside tables to beside the couch. It feels like a lazy Sunday even though it’s Saturday. Who really cares though? It’s locs day and I get to watch My Puppy be as giddy as ever.

I shuffle to the bathroom cause I’m not exactly dehydrated. The bathroom isn’t the most spacious but we sorted out a routine to dance around each other. You watch me through the mirror and smile at yourself. The bathroom doesn’t have the best ventilation so the mint and earth fragrance of body wash lingers in the air. Your dirty towel was left in the bathtub but it can wait until later. You’re brushing your teeth for the first time today. Before we moved in together, depression made me struggle with brushing my teeth every day. On the other hand, you brush your teeth two to three times a day. Our hopeless romanticness drags me with him. It’s adorable how romantic you can get; I never forget how loved or wanted I am. Thank you for that.

Afterward, I wash my hands for twenty seconds as you’re hugging me from behind. I watch the soap bubble up in my hands instead of getting lost in how firm you’re holding me. Or how soft your lips are against my neck. Or how you’re breathing so close to my ear. Or the soft hymns you let out every once and a while. A cute domestic life is the best life. You can’t prove me wrong, cause I’m not. The cute domestic life with my first love is every hopeless romantic’s dream life. And now, it’s my life. I quickly splash some water on my face, brush my face then head to the kitchen. Sand beige crunches under my slippers on the few feet that make up our apartment hallway.

The first task of locs day is baking something sweet. I found an alternative peach cobbler recipe on tic tok. Fresh peach slices, Unrolled croissants, brown sugar, butter, cinnamon, and a little bit of cooking wine. I cut the peaches into eight slices then unroll the croissants. All the while Jamari mixes brown sugar and butter together then pops them in the microwave. The recipe will make eight peach things which means I’ll get two and Jamari will steal the other six. We take turns spreading the brown butter mixture on one side of the croissants and then rolling them back up with two peaches tucked in the middle. The oven’s preheated to four hundred degrees so it beeps at us. We ran out of the brown butter mixture and needed to make more to pour over the peach things. They’re resting in the pan, almost ready to be baked for 30 minutes. All that’s left is a light dusting of cinnamon in addition to a half cup of cooking wine.

After I slid the pan into the oven I realized how sticky my fingers are. Might as well not let any food go to waste. right? I lick my fingers clean while glancing around the kitchen. “Why are you staring at me?” The epiphany hits me like a semi-truck. Oh my god, get out of my kitchen you dirty dirty boy. We’re both laughing as we clean up the kitchen. Everything is back in its place or in the dishwasher in no time. I drape my arms over his shoulders to lean some of my weight onto him. Jamari slides his hands around my lower back and pulls me into him as he leans against the counter.

We stay there for a while alternating between savory make-outs and simply gazing into each other’s eyes. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s studied the details of my face. I’d bet money I don’t have that he could find me in a crowd just by looking at people’s left nostrils. I don’t know how to describe his features. They’re not delicate but they’re not sharp. They’re gentle but still assertive. His eyes are always half-closed but he’s still so expressive. It took a few weeks to learn his quirks. He persistently tries so hard to keep a stoic front around me but always looks more relaxed around me. Even before we started dating. I’m embarrassed to say it took a few months to learn where he holds his stress. His arms are lazily holding me to him. I can’t see any tension in his jaw. He’s completely content standing like this; plus, I can tell he’s basking in this moment. I rest my head on his chest then he kisses the top of my head.

My hands are always cold and always find their way to his neck or sides. My ear is right against his chest so I can hear his heartbeat and breathing. Everything sounds normal and strong as ever. Speaking of strong, I know I said he was cuddly but he’s ripped under that. He’s lost a little bit over the past few months; I need to fix that. Old Spice Timber body wash washes over me and grounds me back to him. He’s trailing his hands along my back. I’m getting sleepy again, darn you Puppy. How dare you make me feel so safe and comfy. How dare you make me love you. Curse you and your romanticism and your gravel voice and your perfect cuddles. Curse you for creating a safe space beside yourself for me and unconditionally loving me. You’re so rude for showing me what love feels like.

I watched the clock and waited for 20 minutes to pass. Can’t forget the oven mitts before I burn my hand to a crisp. Jamari has already grabbed the vanilla ice cream by the time I’ve taken his weakness out of the oven. Barely leaving time to set it atop of the stove. Heaven permeates the air. Warm cinnamon, fresh biscuits, baked brown sugar. Our apartment smells like a bakery, but better. Now the hardest part begins. Making a man who’s built like a semi-truck, taller than me, stronger than me, and willing to kill over a good brownie wait until the peach thing cools down a little. How I am going to do that; I have no idea. But! I can try. My first attempt is a bear hugging him. It doesn’t work for two seconds. My second attempt is holding the cupboard shut so he can’t get a bowl. That lasted maybe twenty seconds. One hand gripping my wrist the other one gripping my waist. I don’t know if he growled or hymned behind my ear; but, I’m undeniably incapacitated. We’re both smiling as we scramble to get our way. He wants to eat sweets, I don’t want him to burn his tongue so he can actually taste it. He eventually turns me around and picks me up by my armpits to plop me on the counter. Followed by planting his hands on either side of my legs. “I’m going to eat something sweet in the next 30 seconds and you can’t stop me.” Oh god, he’s staring daggers into my eyes. I’m not scared of him; but, he can be really intimidating.

My face heats up as I stutter a bit. Was that an innuendo? He’s staring into my soul. Is he, smirking?? Oh, it’s on. He’s not getting away with flustering me without consequences. My fingers snake behind his jaw subsequently pulling him to me. He’s caught on by now and grabs behind my knees to pull me closer to him. A few euphoria-laced kisses later, he remembers what’s sitting on the stove. I hop off the counter so he can get our bowls and spoons. The ice cream has thawed a bit at this point so it’s a perfect consistency. My Baby gets us both a piece of the peach thing as I grab the ice cream scoop then pop the container open. He gets two scoops of vanilla ice cream while I give myself one. He kisses the side of my head followed by him practically trotting off to the living room. I stay behind to put the ice cream back in the fridge.

He’s sitting in front of the couch with his legs tucked under the living room table. We’ve found a show to watch together on Netflix. He’s currently trying to get the TV to work with him. Rattail comb, Lock It Up gel, an assortment of butterfly clips from the ’90s, a few hair ties, a happy Baby, and our show. Yup, all set. I set my bowl on the table then toss my leg to sit behind him on the couch. He took his bonnet off after he sat down. It’s currently laying to the side of all the retwisting supplies. I use grabby hands to ask for my bowl back. His locs will be there after I eat. Ya know how I said it smells heavenly? Well, it tastes like all things good in this world. Sugar, spice, and the contrast of the vanilla ice cream is Jamari’s weakness for a reason. I forgot to peel the skin off the peaches but it’s ok. The struggle to cut through them with a spoon is worth it.

He’s on his second peach thing by the time I finish my first. I have to warn him about getting a stomach ache if he eats too much sugar too fast. He insists he’ll be fine but doesn’t go back for a third serving just yet. Bird songs poke through the quieter moments. We have a few feeders on the porch couples with a few wind spinners. Sunlights gushes in through the sliding glass door and casts a slight glare on the TV. The weather is supposed to be nice today. Hopefully, we can get the screen door to slide over to let some fresh air in. The apartment is a little stuffy if you pay too close attention. The stock-colored walls and vaguely worn-out carpet don’t scream of anything remarkable. We’ve been working to make it feel more like a home but at the end of the day; we’re asleep in each other’s embrace. It’s home enough for me and that seems to be enough for My Love.

I start by dividing his hair into six sections by using the hair ties to create five space buns. I reach over him to snag the locking gel, rattail comb, with a small handful of clips just in case. First things first, make sure none of the locs are sharing hairs. Next is using the comb to tidy up the borders of each loc section. I prefer to use the twisting method with the smallest amount of gel securing it with a butterfly clip as necessary. He doesn’t care what method I’m using since I’m playing with his hair and all of my attention is on him. His hair is really thick so I have to take breaks every so often. My Baby massages my arms when I lean on him and hang my arms over his shoulders. I’m in the perfect position to kiss along his earlobes. So, as any reasonable person would do, I take advantage of it. Just have to be careful around his piercings.

It’s late afternoon when I finish twisting. My biceps feel like death. We’ve turned the TV volume up a notch to drown out the upstairs neighbors. We have an inside joke about tap dancing instead of walking. I half walk half jog to the bedroom then bring back a clean bonnet. Neither of us wants product getting on the pillows. And I deserve cuddles, damn it.

The rest of the day is dedicated to Netflix, cuddles, and delivery pizza with a side of breadsticks. “Thank you, Baby. What would I do without you?” And with that, I’m a flustered mess. You’re a sadistic, Puppy. As much as I’m overwhelmed with puppy love.

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[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Rescue Mission

Rescue Mission by jamari, MiraculouslyHopeful

Chat and Ladybug find a little surprise tucked away in an alleyway. Saving the day while hopelessly in love fluff ensues.

Words: 1896, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Ladybug/Chat Noir, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Morning Kisses, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Cheek Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Cat Puns, Ladynoir | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Established Relationship, LadyNoir, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Not Beta Read, Idiots in Love, Oneshot, Chat Noir is a smitten kitten, So is Ladybug though

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31929619

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Ladynoir #🐱 #❤️ #🐞 #Ladynoir #Miraculous Ladybug #♥ #R:G #A:Jamari #A:Miraculously #Fluff

[tsukikoayanosuke]

ueee- Congrats on the milestone!! hehe can request Oc x Canon hsbhsbshbs-- With uh-- Jamil. 🤩 Romantic, angst to fluff pls i would like 🤲 thank uu // Her name is-- Aiennor, Diasomnia 2nd year, long pink hair with faded yellow tips and light pink eyes-- She has braids in her hair, and often wears lolita outfits, shes-- shy? to an extent, but sometimes shes loud, but overall very nice, her magic type is wind. Uee? Thats pretty much it~ You can dm me for more info~ i'll send a pic ueee

Angst to fluff, he~? Well, nothing says 'angst' better than your usual reincarnation au. Well, the angst part was very soft in this. I hope you don't mind. And I think I went a bit to overboard on this. ^^’

Now, I hope I portray Aeinnor well. Sorry if I made some mistake in her personality or characteristic.

Slightly inspired by Ai no Scenario by CHiCO with HoneyWorks. Not gonna lie, I always wanted to write this scenario

(This will be put under the 25000 Hits Celebration)

Heartbeat Scenario

It was a tale as old of time. A tale of forbidden love.

Once upon a time, there lived a boy who worked as the palace gardener named Jamari with hair and eyes as dark as the night sky. A talented young boy who must suppress his talents for a servant should never be better than the royal family they served. He couldn't protest or raise his voice. Which was why when a foreign prince came to court the princess, he didn't say a word to object.

Even knowing she was engaged, it didn't stop Gardener Boy Jamari to visit his best friend, the princess herself. He would climb the tree next to her bedroom window when it was open and the princess was seen doing her paperwork. They would exchange small talks and listen to her sing a small melody. These were the special moments where Jamari could be free to express himself through whispers and he loved every moment with her.

It didn't take long for him to find out about the unfair abuse the princess must suffer because of his daring acts. He would see the bastard prince glared at him through the closed window. It was a silent declaration from Jamari: "You dare to hurt her. I'll make you regret it."

~~~

It was a tale as old of time. A tale of forbidden love.

Once upon a time, there lived a young princess named Aira, with hair as beautiful as the cherry blossom petal and eyes in a light pink rose color. A kind princess maybe the most gentle. She would never hurt a fly or speak up for herself.  Which was why when a prince from the land across the sea named Tobias came and offered a hand in marriage, she didn't say no.

Even with her engagement, it didn't stop Princess Aira from hanging out with her best friend, the sweet gardener boy. She would come by the rose garden with a book in hand to chat with the boy while he was working, exchanging small talks and giggling from his jokes. These were the rare moments where Aira could come out from her shell and she loved every moment with him.

It didn't last forever for Prince Tobias soon knew about her meetings with the gardener boy. He didn't take it well and would slap her for being disloyal. Aira could only cry as he ordered, "Don't you dare meet that lowly peasant again!"

~~~

That night was a magical night for both of them.

When Princess Aira woke up from her light sleep, the wind blew into her room, the curtain danced along with the breeze. And crouching on the windowsill with the bright yellow moon shining behind him was Jamari.

"Just take my hand. I promise I'll protect you and never leave your side."

Thus, when Prince Tobias came to check on her, Aira was nowhere to be seen. The pair ran off into the night, laughing at their newfound freedom, never to be seen again.

~~~

"Wait!"

"E-Eh?!" The pink-haired girl's eyes were widened, almost terrified as her eyes glanced to her wrist that was being held by Jamil. "C-Can I help you?"

Jamil wanted to smack himself of how out of character he was acting. What was he thinking, going up to the Diasomnia girl who he had never spoken to before, only noticing her during their first year sorting ceremony?

Jamil gulped. "Sorry." He slowly took off the hand which she pulled her hand almost immediately, caressing her wrist close to her chest. "I think I have mistaken you as someone else."

"O-Oh." She ducked her head, blush dusted his cheeks. She stole glances at him, didn't know how to act. "S-Sorry."

"It's alright. We should start over." He stretched out his hand. "My name is Jamil."

The girl hesitated at first but she slowly reached for him. "I'm Aiennor." Her smile was gentle, her blush was adorable, and her cherry blossom hair brought something that made his heart beat faster for a foreign nostalgic feel.

~~~

"Hey, Aiennor. Did you know?"

"What?"

"I think we're fated to be together."

"What the heck, Toby!" Aiennor giggled. Her boyfriend Toby always says nonsense stuff like this, but Aiennor would always fell to his charm over and over again. They had been dating for a few weeks now, maybe almost a month, and the giddy feeling was still there for Aiennor.

The student in front of them turned toward him, glaring at the pair. "Can you be quiet for a moment?" he hissed, "Some of us here is trying to study."

"Oops~" Toby sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Jamil." Aiennor meanwhile closed her mouth, ducking her red face because of embarrassment.

Jamil's eyes lingered at her a bit longer before he rolled his eyes and turned back to Mr. Trein. Aiennor felt quite bad really, especially when Jamil was the one who complained. That boy had been nothing but nice toward her.

~~~

Jamil always felt that the world had been conspiring to make his life worst.

It wasn't enough that he came from a family or servant, but he also had these cryptic dreams. Of a crying princess with cherry blossom hair, reaching for his hand. He never really took her hand for he didn't understand their meaning.

That was until Aiennor came and the princess' face became clearer. He had heard about soulmates whose soul kept being reincarnated but he never thought that it would happen to him as well.

~~~

Aiennor always felt that the world had been pushing her to a revelation.

She still questioning whether it was a great decision for her to study in Night Raven College or if she would fit in Diasomnia. During those times of doubt, she would dream. Of a gentle farm boy with night sky eyes, offering her a hand. She never really to his hand for she didn't understand their meaning.

That was until Jamil came and the farm boy's face became clearer. The tale of soulmates whose soul reincarnate is true, and she's one of the lucky soul. Is this a blessing or a curse?

~~~

History tends to repeat itself and it happened right now.

Jamil knew that Toby was the same bastard prince that abused the princess in his dreams. He knew his agenda of manipulating Aiennor to be his bitch. Oh, he wouldn't let him get off like that.

"You tricked her! I don't wanna see you anywhere near her, you got me?!"

That bastard just laughed. "Hey, she was the one that was dumb enough to believe me!"

It hurt Jamil when Aiennor came in Toby's defense. She trembling when facing him. "D-Don't hit him! G-Go away, you jerk!"

~~~

History tends to repeat itself and it happened right now.

Aiennor once again fell for the sweet talks of her boyfriends after his confrontation with Jamil. "Great Seven, are you okay?"

Toby smiled gently at her. "Yeah... You're so brave!" She went to a blushing mess and her heart fluttered. But something about Jamil's sad looks made her feel guilty.

It was only a few days later when she accidentally overheard Toby's talks to his friends. "I bet if I told her I loved her, she'd be like 'me too'!" He cackled. "That stupid bitch."

She ran away, crying. She had never felt so stupid in her entire life. Didn't this happen before in her dream/memories of her previous life? How could she fell to the same trick? Why did she accept that jerk proposal?

~~~

That day was a heartwarming afternoon for both of them.

Aiennor crashed into Jamil's chest but quickly recovered and stepped back. She kept sobbing. "You knew all along, didn't you? I'm sorry for calling you a jerk..."

But Jamil had already forgiven her. Thus, he stretched out his hand. "I told you I'd always protect you, didn't I?"

Aiennor let out a tearful, but happy chuckle. "What the heck?"

This time, their hand met.

~~~

The princess and the gardener boy were once again reunited in this life.

And may they always be reunited in this heartbeat scenario.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fic #twst fanfic #tw:opt gaiden #jamil viper #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #jamil x oc #cross posted on ao3 #serving raspberry #25000 hits celebration #the tactician of the scorching sands finale celebration

[tastingmellow]

It’s Been A Minute

A/N: I see you guys really like this series! I like it too! Quick heads up. My individual imagines may be lacking a little because I’m working on these series! I will also be making a Dad!Trevante series and will be continuing with the Dad!Killmonger series! That is all!

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

Summary: You and Erik finally get to your lunch date!

Warnings: Fucking Fluff! And Language.

Word Count: I don’t know, geeez. Now, you’re just asking to tease me.

When you finally got to the restaurant you parked and gathered your things. Jamari unbuckled himself, grabbed his toys and opened the door before carefully hopping out. You quickly locked the door and made your way to the entrance, Jamari just a little ways ahead of you, not too far that you couldn’t reach out and touch him. “Mr. Erik!”

Your eyes widened as Jamari ran ahead of you. “Jamari!” You quickly chased after him as he jumped onto Erik, who quickly caught him. “Hey, little man! Look, I missed you too but you can’t be out here giving your mommy a heart attack.” You panted slightly as Erik put Jamari down and you squatted, holding your son by his shoulders.

“Jamari, baby. You gotta watch the road, you can’t run away from me like that.” You lightly held his face as he pouted. “I’m sorry...” he mumbled in his little toddler voice and hugged your neck, you sighed deeply and kissed his cheek while hugging him back. “It’s alright. Just don’t do that anymore, okay?”

Jamari nodded and you stood up, letting him hook his finger in your belt loop. You looked up at Erik and gave him a smile. “Hey, E.” He chuckled and pulled you into a hug that you leaned into. God, he smelled so good...and so weirdly familiar. You took in a deep breath, pressing your face into his chest more. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

You pulled away and looked up at him, your head tilting slightly. “Every time I wore this cologne in high school you’d spend hours with your head buried in my chest.” You laughed softly, pulling away from him. “I couldn’t help it, it smelled so good. I’m surprised you still use it after all this time.”

Erik nodded as the three of you made your way inside. “Well, it was one of my favorite things that reminded me of you.” You bit your lip to hide a smile as you walked to the hostess. “Table for 3. Will it be okay if we got a booth?” Erik spoke up. You looked at him as the hostess led the way, swooning on the inside.

“You remembered.” You mumbled once you three were seated, Jamari seated on the right side of you near the wall. Erik shrugged. “I told you, I’ve memorized everything I could about you.” You grinned and he smiled back. “I hope I wasn’t the ex you always talked about with your girlfriends.” Erik laughed, leaning his head back.

“Oh, nah. I didn’t have too many girlfriends after you. Just flings and sh—...stuff to keep me warm.” You smiled at the adjustment of his language around your son. “I’m sure that was hard. You’re a looker.” You winked at him and he smirked, biting his lip before leaning forward with his forearms resting on the table. “I guess. What about you? What happened between you and Mari’s Pops?”

You looked down at Jamari who was too busy playing a game on your phone. “Well, we dated my sophomore year of college. I got pregnant in my senior year. We were together...five months after I had Jamari but it wasn’t the same.” You pauses your story to order a drink and an appetizer.

Once the waitress had left Erik turned to you. “You said it wasn’t the same?” You nodded and crossed your legs. “Yeah, we would argue a lot. We spent days without calling or texting each other. It was like a strain. Then finally I worked up the nerve at dinner one night. I told him the truth and he seemed relieved. That night we agreed, mutually, to break it off and co-parent. It was a pleasant departure.”

You smiled and he nodded thoughtfully, thanking the waitress as she brought your drinks. “You always did have a good sense of character.” You giggled softly as Erik grinned. “Yeah, he’s a great friend and an even better father. I’d love for the two of you to meet!” Erik agreed.

—————

The conversation between you, Erik, and Jamari flowed smoothly. It was so friendly and full of laughter. Erik joking and playing around with Jamari made your heart feel full. The time passed a lot faster than you expected. “Damn, it’s almost 5. We should get going,,,” You trailed off, not really wanting to go. Erik had a small pout on his lips, one that mirrored Jamari’s. You chuckled to yourself as you looked between the two of them. “Mommy, I don’t wanna leave Mr. Erik!” 

You sighed as Erik rubbed the little boy’s head. “I don’t either sweetie...what if we invited Mr. Erik over to hang out some more?” Jamari smiled broadly and nodded his head, looking up at Erik expectantly. “Will you, Mr. Erik?” Erik chuckled at his excitement and nodded, his eyes traveling up to yours. “Yeah, I’d love to.” He looked down to Jamari and leaned a bit closer to whisper. You could still hear them. “Don’t tell your mommy I told you but I’d do anything she wanted me to.” Your son giggled and leaned up to him. “Me too. She’s the best mommy ever.”

You bit your lip to hold back the grin that was fighting to break out. “Alright, kids. Let’s go before it gets dark. Just follow me, E.” You grabbed your purse and phone. You began to walk out, holding Jamari’s hand in yours. When you were about put him in the car he tugged at your hand. “Can I ride with Mr. Erik, mommy?” You looked up at Erik and he nodded. “You’re already stealing my son.” You spoke with a playful grin. Erik laughed softly and kissed your head. “Nah, never.” You giggled and opened your car door before handing Erik Jamari’s booster seat.

“Make sure he wears his seatbelt,please?” Erik took the seat and placed it in his car before nodding, “I will, princess. Just lead the way.” Jamari climbed into Erik’s car and Erik got closed the door. “Bye mommy!” you smiled and waved before getting on your car and pulling off with Erik following closely behind. 

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“How long have you known, mommy?” Jamari speaks up in the backseat and Erik glances up in the rear view before focusing back on the road. “I’ve known your mommy for nearly ten years.” Jamari gasped and sat up a bit. “You’ve known her even longer than me!” Erik chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I have. Your mommy was my best friend in high school. She was the nicest girl in school.” Jamari nodded. “That makes sense. She’s nice to everyone.” Erik smiled and nodded. “Yeah, she hasn’t changed a bit.”

Jamari looked up at Erik. “Do you love my, mommy?” Erik’s eyes widened at the child’s bluntness before biting his lip, “Yeah...I do. I always have.” Jamari nodded. “Good, because mommy loves you. I heard her on the phone with grandma last night. Erik smiled, his mind racing with thoughts of what it’d be like to marry you, be with you and Jamari forever.

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A/N: That’s all for this chapter ladies and gents! Comment and Reblog! I think I might put this story on hold for the time being. I don’t really know where I wanna take it at the moment. Some tags still aren’t working!

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hi! could i please request Jamari with a s/o who is incredibly touch starved and needs constant cuddles

No matter what you might be thinking Jamari thinks this is absolutely perfect, please do cling on him and place all sorts of kisses on his face, he wants all your affections

Even if he just sat down after a job best believe Jamari would happily pull you closer when you sit yourself on his lap. There's rarely anytime he'd have to push you away so please do feel free to pull this portable heater of a man into cuddles all you'd like

With this behavior Jamari would quickly feel comfortable to act the same way, picking you up into his arms and smothering his face into your chest, sometimes Jamari will just demand a nap with you and you'll spend what's supposed to be dinner warm and snuggled in his bed

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Jamaris lived a good portion of his life with two sisters, he has some idea on whats happening and what you need to get you through the day

You'd consider this to be awful timing but this couldn't be better for Jamari, he gets to show you his true intentions, that he's here to take care of you and isn't a threat like you see him as

This big boy is also a heat generator so along with all the snacks and blankets he'll give you Jamari is the best source of cuddles you'll ever receive in your entire life, probably one of the last things you expected from your kidnapper honestly

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Oh baby you know he'd basically melt a your hands due to such loving behavior, this big boy is completely at your care especially during the hours of retwisting where he's happily relaxed with your hands on his hair

Jamari doesn't particularly wear bonnets, feels like his hair is too long for most of them but if you do end up getting him one of those big ones, all excited to give him a present, best believe he'll start using it without a single comment. Honestly anything you gift to him is cherished and held dear even if he originally never saw any want for it, the item is now special just because his baby gave it to him

You really got to watch Jamari with his sweet intake, especially the time cause if he gets his hands on sweets he won't limit himself, possibly end up not being able to sleep despite being all cuddled up to you in the middle of the night. He's going to get too reliant on you for cookies and such, constantly asking and trying to convince you to come into the kitchen with him and make cookie dough from scratch to he can feed you some directly off the spoon just like you deserve. You'll have to be the one to limit him but that should be easy for your motherly self

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He doesn't particularly know how to respond, while yes he was concerned for how late you were out yet here you are, drunkenly rambling on about how he's a terrible person for coming onto someone in a loyal relationship, weakly punching his shoulder before walking off to the kitchen with the new found want for leftovers

He's happy you returned home safe without any need for him to drag you back even if you are making a mess in the kitchen digging to the back of the fridge for the scraps of a meal from the last time you went out to eat. It's not particularly a pain for you to push him away yelling threats that your boyfriend will be here for you at any moment, Jamari is actually rather comforted knowing that even at your most vulnerable you're still wholeheartedly dedicated to him, easing many of his anxious thoughts that haunt him due to past relationships

Of course his patience can only withstand so much of your drunken aggression, especially when he tries to get a long awaited kiss from you only to get bitch slapped with your slurred speech following. The moment you hit him away he immediately starts pushing you to the bedroom knowing you're not going to sober up anytime soon, so it's in both of your best intentions to get you to sleep as soon as possible, mainly so he doesn't leave you with the idea that you cheated on him because you couldn't recognize the person stealing a kiss in your own living room

Hangover or not Jamari will be right there besides you keeping you warm in bed with advil and water for you to take on the bedside table, which he's more than willing to hand to you in exchange for the kiss you rejected last night of course

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If you really think your shows of affection are annoying to Jamari in some way or another you couldn't be more wrong

This man is just looking for excuses to have you pressed against him in no matter the time or activities your participating in, keep yourself close and Jamari will only pull you closer, there's no need to be shy he wants every bit of love you could possibly supply him without complaint

Even if it means waking him up in the middle of the night to get back to cuddling in his chest, though he'd probably just pull you on of his torso if you haven't already crawled ontop of him using his chest as a squishy pillow, Jamari adores all the ways you could possibly show your undivided love

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He thought this moment was going to be sweet and a showing of eachothers mutual love for each other yet here you are with hitched breath freaking out a bit, completely unaware of what his obvious intentions are

Is he going to be upset that you reacted to his affection like that? Yes, very. Though when you try to explain to him you didn't grow up in touchy feely relationships Jamari's concern will turn into rage

How dare you not be shown the love you deserve, ridiculous. This man takes it upon himself to slowly get you accustomed to the physical love you've been deprived of, from gentle kisses, holding eachothers hands to full blown hugs and embracing your entire form against his, you will feel his love sick adoration no matter how new it might be to you

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He'll never stop teasing you about it, like you'll wake up in the middle of the night just cause of how much Jamari is laughing at the fact you asked him if pudding was a figment of time in such a aggressive way

Usually he'd be able to keep you from moving in your sleep, walking around or otherwise Jamari usually has you wrapped up in a firm hold, all cuddled up with all the weird and sometimes creepy things you might say muffled into his chest. The only time you might escape him is if you catch him off guard with a sudden movement when he's in the depths of sleep, even then he's probably gonna roll back over to you wanting to hold you close anyways

You can terrify Jamari easily if you rise back up from the floor to bed, taking the blankets from him and saying "they're here" with nothing following that comment. Yes he knows this is just how you are when you sleep but at the same time it doesn't keep him from checking over the locks and corners of the apartment at least once

By the way Jamari will stare at you over the side of the bed when he finds you on the floor in the morning, both because he's just slightly annoyed you took the blanket down with you and to take his chance to admire you from a different point of view

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Sleepy Jamari for his birthday month 💚🎁

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Usually he won't react at all unless you end up sounding like you're hacking up a lung or something, Jamari will be right besides you fussing despite how you try to dismiss his concerns

As long as you explain it to him you won't get any over concerned reactions. There will be times where you do it enough in a row where he kinda just gives you a look, and you know that he's basically asking whether that was a sign of sickness of not

Jamaris more worried over the idea he's not gonna be able to treat your illness straight away rather than the fact you have a coughing tic, reassuring him that there's nothing wrong is best before he starts going into care taker mode

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If the sound of pots and pans didn't wake him up it was definitely the moment he turned over to bring you into his embrace and got nothing but air instead. Despite him basically bolting up it took Jamari a minute or so to register the scents he was smelling cause it certainly wasn't you nor anything he's smelled in awhile

The moment he walked out of the bedroom to see you working away with multiple pans on the stove, cutting board covered in diced up vegetables, bowls and spices amongst the counter tops best believe a smile quickly made it's way onto his lips. Sneaking up on you making sure there's nothing in your hands when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind resting his head on your shoulder looking at the whole setup you have in front of you

Attempt to wack him for ruining the surprise all you want Jamari isn't letting you out of his embrace after you managed to escape last time to make this lovely breakfast for him. Don't mind him just continue as he places little sleepy kisses along your neck, enjoying the way you pretend to be annoyed at him playfully complaining. Jamari will eventually return the favor but until then he wants to bask in this moment with his baby, he loves you dear

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For obvious reason this was one of the main concerns both of them had, with their possessiveness and codependency they assumed it would be hard to participate in a relationship where they might get jealous over one of their lovers attention being taken from them but that of course didnt keep the two of them from trying

All of you are nervous about how this might turn out but that's ok, it means you have something in common to learn and teach eachother with, you'll get through it together as long as communication is key

It may take a while, especially for Jamari, to get out of the monogamous jealousy that comes from you kissing the other before them or going out to visit whoevers out in that moment instead of spending more time with them, reassurance is all it takes to calm either of your lovers really, a simple kiss that says you'll be back to love him just as much with a extra kiss from their other partner

If there's ever a imbalance that actually bothers the three of you best believe Agapito and Jamari will instantly land on the option of cuddles, something no one can get the shorter end of the stick in and can be as intimate with you and the other as wanted, probably smothering you against their chests with legs tangled together, Jamaris hand resting in Agapitos hair while his is laid on the big boys side, beyond ready to enjoy hours of this exact position

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