#Take the issue on head on like he likes to

[ebodebo]

minors beware!

shameless smut w simon in... (age-gap shit also)

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“Too old for you,” Simon remarks as you approach him, mask hiked above his nose. He takes a swig of his bourbon, his disinterest evident.

"So you’ve said," you reply, rolling your eyes slightly before grinning and settling into the stool next to him at the empty bar.

He stares intently at the television in front of him, locked onto a local news channel.

But it’s clear he’s not watching to catch the latest on the new pizza place opening this Sunday or to hear the heartwarming story of the little boy who saved his dog from choking.

It was to avoid you.

"I know you're avoiding me, Simon," you simply say, eyes glazing over his hands that twitch slightly around his cold glass.

"What gave it away?" His tone is dry.

It would have made you run with your tail between your legs at his apparent disinterest if you didn’t know he was interested in you.

Even if he's pretending not to be.

You remember how hard he had gotten when you'd barely even touched him, manicured nails running across his shirt to get a piece of fuzz off, about had him bursting through his cargo pants.

Or when he practically whimpered your name to get him to come.

His issue lies more within himself.

More specifically, his age.

Thinks you should be with someone more your age and not some 'old brute' such as himself.

He basically lectured you all while he was on the verge of release while you were bouncing on his cock.

You laughed in his face.

He came hard.

After that, he left, leaving a note about how he thought it'd be best for you two to stop seeing each other so you could find someone more...what did he say?

"Age-appropriate."

You rolled your eyes at the note because you couldn't care less about how old he was.

You just wanted him.

And so, by God, you'll have him.

"Funny," you remark with a sarcastic tone, narrowing your eyes at his avoidance of eye contact.

He takes another swig of his drink, eyes still laser focused on the news station.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You ask, your frustration growing with each passing moment.

“Afraid you’ll claw my eyes out,” he says in a casual tone.

“I wouldn’t claw your eyes out,” you say matter-of-factly, resting your chin in your palm. “I’d do something more practical like…” You let your eyes scan the bar before lighting up as you spot a metal shaker.

Your eyes move to face him. “…hit the side of your head with that metal shaker,” you tip your head to the shaker behind the bar.

You’re sure you see his eyes crinkle from laughter.

"Ah, very practical," he says with a hint of humor.  

"I told you so," you reply with a smile, chuckling at the sheer absurdity of it all.  

Simon lets out a gravelly laugh, clearly amused by your delight.  

This entire situation is utterly ridiculous, and you both know it.  

Yet, instead of feeling uncomfortable, you find it all downright hilarious.  

"Simon," you manage to say between fits of laughter, your fingers reaching up to wipe a tear of joy from your cheek.  

"Mhm," he responds, briefly glancing at you before returning his attention to the television. 

"I want you to fuck me," you say earnestly, shifting from playful to serious in an instant.

Your expression remains straight-faced.

Simon's head snaps around to meet your gaze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?" He replies, his tone straddling the line between astonishment and intrigue.

You narrow your eyes. "You heard me."

His eyes stay fixed on yours, his lip quipping a bit.

"You want me to fuck you?" His voice is low and grumbly, almost arrogant.

"Wouldn't be the first time," you remark, teeth coming out to chew on your bottom lip.

He carefully assesses you for a moment, eyes lazily moving to watch your teeth chew on your lip. "I'm old," he lazily says.

As if that was supposed to deter you.

"And?" You prompt, hand coming to skim his knee over his cargo pants.

He lets out a ragged breath, fingers tightening around his glass of bourbon. 

"Better be careful, sweetheart," he mutters through his tight throat.

Your hand moves up to brush against his thigh. "Why's that?"

"You're gonna start somethin' you can't finish," his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate.

You lean in closer, your tongue flicking out to moisten your lips, leaving a glistening sheen behind.

"Who says I can’t finish?" You tease, your hand inching nearer where Simon aches.

His breath is unsteady, and his pupils are dilated.

"You should know," you begin, wet lips hovering only inches away from his ear. "I always finish."

And that was it.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

Simon’s undoing, if you will.

His hands moved faster than you could speak as he grasped your wrist, throwing a twenty on the counter before leading you out of the bar and into the parking lot toward his truck waiting nearby.

He opened the passenger door, urging you to get in while he hurried to the driver’s side. With an impatient tug, he yanked the door open and slid into the seat.

“Take your pants off,” he mumbles as he throws the truck into gear to peel out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” You ask, your voice brimming with excitement rather than nervousness, as you eagerly slide your pants down and let them drop to the mat on the floor.

“You want me to fuck you,” his voice is gruff as he white knuckles the steering wheel seeing you in your pretty lace panties, easing towards a nearby empty lot. “I’ll fuck you.”

Oh, shit.  

Your eyes widen at his straightforwardness, but it’s not from fear; it’s pure desire.  

A flutter spreads in your stomach, and heat washes over your body.  

“Come here,” he murmurs, shifting his seat back slightly to make room for you.  

Without a word, you swing your legs over the middle console to straddle him as your hands reach his shoulders.

"You wear these for me?" He mutters as he snaps the elastic band of your panties back onto your sensitive skin, lips coming to skim against your shoulder blade.

You release a small moan at the sensation, fingers gliding through his hair with ease, a sense of familiarity within the touch. "Yeah," your voice is breathy as your eyes bore into his, awaiting his approval.

"Still so good for me," he breathes against your skin, scooting himself impossibly closer to you.

You can feel him straining through his cargo pants.

Your fingers fumbled from his hair to delicately unzip his zipper, slipping his pants and boxers down to reveal his, as you expected, very erect cock, already leaking pre-come.

"So wet, sweetheart," he gruffs as his finger trails to gently push aside your soaked panties.

Your body jerks forward at the feeling of his rough, cold finger spreading you to accommodate his cock.

"Grab my shoulders," he advises, as he brushes the head against your aching clit before pushing himself into you, your cunt swallowing him whole.

You let out a deep moan at the feeling of him in you while he rips his mask off before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a rough, deep kiss.

His fingers find your waist, digging deep into the fat as he helps you find a good pace.

You're losing your mind, already feeling euphoric.

His grunts merge with your whines, slipping out of both your mouths, sloppily swapping spit and nips from your teeth.

You grip his shoulders tighter as you speed up your pace, grinding and bouncing on him with intention, trying to get the knot in your stomach to finally unravel. 

He can't even think straight; all his words are reduced to guttural grunts or quiet curses spilling for his tongue and into your mouth.

"I could be your father," he hisses, a hint of disgust creeping into his voice just as he's about to come.

You don't even focus on what he's saying as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to release, just a little more.

"Please, please," he chokes out, voice shaky.

He's begging, no pleading for you to squeeze him dry.

Drain him for every last drop he has to offer.

And so you do.

You wail as you come, as he throws his head back on the headrest, shaking with relief. 

You're still coming down from your highs before Simon mutters a strained, 'Should we go again?'

You let out a breathy laugh, hissing as his cock moves against you. "You sure do have a high libido for an old man," you tease, voice hoarse.

His eyes meet yours instantly, a lazy smirk growing on his lips. 

"You have no fuckin' idea."

author’s note: been having sm fun writing these little drabbles...i have SO many more thoughts. just you wait! also, feel free to send me cute little asks on more scenerios you would like to see hehe

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[xaviesstarlight]

Blind as a Bat

Synopsis: MC has astigmatism, making her extremely nearsighted and loses her contacts in the N-109 Zone. Note: I have astigmatism, so there’s a good chance I’ll write about it again soon in the future.

The wind is a girl’s worst enemy. Not only does the whirling current cause your hair to fly into your face at the worst possible times, but it can also dry out your eyes when hunting wanderers, causing you to lose your eye contacts. You curse under your breath as your vision suddenly becomes blurry after dodging a wanderer’s attack one night.

In the N-109 Zone.

The N-109 Zone isn’t usually so windy, but a storm is currently on its way. You duck behind a dumpster to hide from the wanderer as you assess just how much you can see in the darkness. You have severe astigmatism, so lights are especially blurry. You can see just fine with your contacts, much better with glasses, but the contacts have never caused you issues before. If it wasn’t for this wind… The wanderer howls, its roar breaking through your thoughts. You can still see the large blurry body like a black mass. As long as you aim at that, you shouldn’t miss. You quickly aim your gun and shoot. The wanderer dissolves into dust.

Smiling, you rush from behind your temporary shelter to grab the wanderer’s protocore for the Association. Your eyes search for colors that stand out among the gritty gunk that covers the N-109 Zone. The protocore should sparkle. You stumble as you look for it when something catches you before you land face-first onto the pavement.

“Careful, kitten,” a familiar, sultry voice says from the darkness. “I thought all cats land on their feet after falling, but I suppose that rule doesn’t apply to you.” Sylus. His energy manipulation evol is what caught you.

You whip your head in the direction of his voice to see a tall figure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t make out any details. If you squint, you could notice his white hair and black clothing, but that’s about it. “Sylus? Do you see the protocore? I can’t find it.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Stop playing games, sweetie. It’s right in front of you.”

“Where?”

Sylus freezes. He studies you as you stand before him scanning the ground for the shiny red protocore just a few feet in front of you. You squint your eyes, quickly looking left to right, a restlessness stemming from your frustration. Also when you look in his direction, there’s no focus, no softening of your features that usually occurs when you see him. Sylus waves his hand in front of your face. “Can you not see? What happened to your contacts?”

You fill Sylus in on your situation. “It just so happens,” Sylus responds, “you left a spare pair of glasses at the base. You’re coming back with me.” He grabs your wrist to lead you to his bike before snatching up the protocore using his evol. “You should be grateful I found you before something really bad happened.”

“Worse than being captured by Onychinus after being rendered blind?” you giggle, happily following him. You attempt to make the best of the situation, and going home with your boyfriend after a mission is the best possible outcome on a night like this, but the grip on your wrist tightens.

You couldn’t see Sylus’s expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice as he speaks lower, almost as if through his teeth. “You are fortunate it was me who found you in this state. If anyone else did…” Sylus doesn’t finish his thought.

You gulp, a sense of guilt weighing down on your heart. It wasn’t your fault for losing your contacts, especially at night in the most dangerous area in the country, but you don’t like the idea of making Sylus worry about you. You don’t say another word until you are safely back at the base.

Even though you are more than capable of taking a shower without any type of vision aide, Sylus insists on helping you. “You may have trouble reading the bottles, and how will you know which is the shampoo and which is the conditioner?”

You sigh. Fatigue overtakes your body, so you indulge your boyfriend. You want more than anything to hurry up and finish the shower, so you can put your glasses on after getting washed up. You still haven’t clearly seen Sylus’s face, and the idea of not being able to see him makes you restless.

Once you finish the shower, Sylus dries your hair and hands you your glasses. You put on the black square frames and immediately cup Sylus’s face in your hands, giving him a good look. His crimson eyes soften as they meet your gaze, his lips slightly curving upward. You grin, your shoulders relaxing in relief.

“There you are. It bothered me that I couldn’t see you properly until now. I missed you.”

Sylus chuckles. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. “You couldn’t see me this whole time? That won’t do, kitten. You really are as blind as a bat.”

“That may be, but I have my crow to see for me.” You boop Sylus’s nose.

Sylus chuckles. “Though I hope this doesn’t happen again, I would gladly be your eyes.”

[acid-ixx]

i feel like reader from again&again would end up being hypersexual, idk if anyone has mentioned it before but they’d up having a lot of trust issues and attachments issues.

— masterlist !

tw: sexual themes and talks of sexual assaults.

i was contemplating whether i should make them hypersexual or not!!! i'm speaking from my own personal experience that it's a very complicated feeling to portray. chasing for that momentary high, doing anything you can just to feel pleasure because you were always stripped from attention that you find it in other ways, the absolute disgust that comes after, the regret, yet the constant cycle of returning to that habit even after you promised to stop from one round, doing it over and over again even if at most times it feels like you're losing your enjoyment and doing it all out of the need for fulfilment; i can do that, but that will be bordering on dub-con and darker themes if i were to write it, which i'm not sure if some readers of mine will like, especially since conner is the love interest—

but truthfully, i think it would do well for a hurt/comfort prompt after they get together. you know, trying to push yourself too hard by trying to pleasure kon despite your inexperience, fearing that he'll leave if you don't do what he wants. the panic, the hesitance on even feeling his body because, truly, you've never held someone with different intentions, never been touched so intimately by others before yourself. and that kind of turns into an addiction, a need to do whatever it takes to keep his eyes on you even if it destroys you inside out.

yet your boyfriend is receptive, he notices how your lingering touches can sometimes feel cold yet done so through necessity, how you chase after your peak even if it brings more pained tears than pleasurable moans. how you beg for more yet shamefully hide yourself from a mirror right after. his confrontation after just a week, his soft voice promising that there's no need to rush it all out, how he doesn't see you as an object but his equal, his power, his everything. how there's no price to pay to obtain his love, your body an altar than an offering, how his was always yours to begin with.

and with how the family will react to this? honestly, the first person who would break at the moment he hears this information is dick grayson.

most portray him as a playboy, a puppet for most to sexualize. he takes advantage of that, turns it into his weapon, but deep within, he has his fair share of trauma being assaulted by not just one, but two (or more, depending on the comics) women. and with just how silenced and invalidated men are too when it comes to their trauma, it wouldn't be a surprise that, well, dick would be incredibly heartbroken realizing how his baby bird, the very same child he swore to protect, trudges the same path as him, carries the same burden on their back while pretending like everything's okay.

it destroys him, inside-out, how he's the oldest, the one supposed to guide the people around him, the one who buries all the pent-up anger, the turmoil at carrying the burden of all the terrible things that happened to him, turning it into motivation— yet ultimately failing to guide his very own sibling.

the one he introduced to the manor, the one he came to call his baby bird on the very same day.

i think about that a lot, a moment where he'll suddenly barge into your room, whether it would be before you'd be before you'd be kidnapped or not, and just... hugging you, burying his head on your shoulders while his hands just encapsulate your entire body. you don't know how or why he found you, don't know why he's shivering, why he's muttering sorry's and unbidden promises, desperate callings to your name like he just can't believe you're still alive, your shoulders damp with tears and dick just refusing to let go of you. i think about it a lot, how in the case of sexual trauma, you'd be dick's ultimate failure, a person he failed to protect from the very same thing that destroyed him. and yet he couldn't even bond it over with you, because you're so... so guarded and so broken that even if you and dick now share just one similarity, you still refuse his comfort, his promises that never again will you handle it alone.

it's not impossible that the reader would be hypersexual whilst still sporting insecurities. i have my own bodily issues too that i'm coping with; i typically emulate that onto the reader. so if anything from above fascinates my readers, i'm willing to write it out for future chapters because i love tackling complex topics, it helps me make my brain bigger teehee.

[northopalshore]

Saturn in the

Union persona chart

The placement of Saturn in the UPC shows you restrictions and limitations that you may encounter in your relationship or while pursuing a relationship with your significant other. Although the placement affects both parties, it's still going to be mostly on your side since it's in your chart.

Mini guide | Union Masterlist

♄ Aries (°1,°13,°25) | 1st House

This placement usually manifests as your priorities getting in the way. It's not really one where your job or life is a big nuisance towards the relationship, but it's more so that you or both you & your spouse have other things in your life that naturally have come before the relationship. Just as how meeting your partner doesn't immediately bring your story to an end; your life still progresses. Stubbornness from one or both parties will also be apart of the delay/limitation; your patience is tested and forcing to see each other may be faced with a myriad of obstacles.

♄ Taurus (°2,°14,°26) | 2nd House

Money or stability is likely a limiting factor in your relationship at first, perhaps your partner has to work or you have to work. Literally money is the priority. There may be controlling aspects to your relationship as well (whether from you, your partner, your family or your career demands). Stubbornness from parents , your partner, or just disagreements with family in general may also be involved.

♄ Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | 3rd House

When you meet this person, you are likely going to be very busy or there are a lot of things that have to be completed or tended to at the same time. It might also be difficult for you to keep in touch as well or at least communicate as often as a "couple" or as people who are interested in seeing each other romantically as well. There might be some difference in how you speak which includes the body language and spoken language, there is this hesitation that may come from your side (or whichever part has Gemini aspecting Saturn). You might sound too formal or find it difficult to express yourself fully at first. You might feel rather awkward as well or be more quiet than you normally are.

♄ Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | 4th House

Immaturity, an age gap, children, safety or home related agendas could cause some strain or delay in your relationship's progression early on (depending on other signs it's paired with, you can paint a clearer picture). Generally, distance may also contribute to the limitation your relationship may face. You may live far away from your partner, or one of you may be living with your parents and have to be wary or that. Emotional uncertainty, sensitivity, and loneliness may be at play when you first start getting together. You might not be able to open up emotionally, or touch / hug them often.

Ex: Priscilla Presley has Saturn in Cancer (°24 Pisces) in the 2nd house. Besides their alarming age gap (she was 12, he was 24 when they met in West Germany) & parents disapproval, their relationship was also tested/delayed by Elvis's career ( and that he moved back to the US about a year after they met).

♄ Leo (°5,°17,°29) | 5th House

When you meet your partner, you may not be in the position to be in a relationship (at least in your head). You may be at a point of keeping to yourself or keeping away from romance in general. It will be hard for you to start seeing each other or date each other; like going out on dates or even planning them will be a little difficult and may take a lot of effort just to plan them. You might not be able to go out together, or have fun together like a regular couple for various reasons; from distance, work, privacy or even the nature of your relationship in the first place. If you do decide to see them, it will take a lot of effort from your side.

♄ Virgo (°6,°18) | 6th House

There may be issues with someone's health, livelihood, responsibility and work that will delay your relationship progress. There may be something blocking you from spending time together or living together even. It's not that you or your partner is too selfish to see past their own lives either, you both acknowledge your own separate lives and that may affect the time you get to save for each other for example. You may literally lack the time to see each other as well even if you do not live that far apart.

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♄ Libra (°7,°19) | 7th House

A legal issue may be the cause of restriction in your relationship, whether it's a citizenship issue, prior marriage/ related, or literally a prison sentence. There may be a professional relationship in the way of your romantic relationship as well (at first); you both have chosen a more work centric lifestyle that benefits your wallet/ court more than an actual romantic relationship. In this case it might be.. the dreaded "I fell in love with my coworker" trope!

♄ Scorpio (°8,°20) | 8th House

Controversial issues ( political, alarming age difference, power gaps, in a relationship with someone else) , boundaries, burdens & trust issues can inhibit you from immediately jumping into a relationship with your future spouse. Gossip or people's opinions and jealousy (whether from you, your partner or other individuals) may contribute to that as well.

♄ Sagittarius (°9,°21) | 9th House

With this placement, you are weighing a lot on your mind, besides the obvious issue surrounding cultural difference and physical distance, there is also a part of you that will think of the overall impact that being with this person will have in your life. You will weigh your options. Being with them may seem like putting yourself on hold in terms of growth especially if you were previously on a roll. Instead on one thing on the line, it feels like everything is so naturally, hesitation comes foreward.

♄ Capricorn (°10,°22) | 10th House

Age gaps, professional demands, control issues, prior commitments may slow down the progress of your relationship's development; there's still that interview you need to get to, your boss still wants your paperwork on time & customers are still expecting your shop to open every morning. A legal battle or confinement (prison) may also be likely.

♄ Aquarius (°11,°23) | 11th House

Your preference for personal freedom, your identity or public presence, independence, very different lifestyles or the desire to break free from control may hinder the growth of your relationship. A relationship with them may seem restrictive of your own wishes and priorities; having to consider their opinion more than your own at times and that will be quite draining to you. It doesn't always mean you partner is an asshole— but you yourself realize that to be with them, you must be willing to compromise your own decisions at times.

♄ Pisces (°12,°24) | 12th House

Distance will likely be somewhat of a restriction for you as well. You might not be able to see your partner quite often because of that, or you may think that your partner is too different or far from you whether physically or mentally. It's likely you have different backgrounds, and see each other a little differently as well. You may live in different towns, states or even countries and that will put a restriction on the amount of time you can actually see each other. In some cases, age could be a limiting factor as well. Take that as you will. Your subconscious fears will also limit your progression.

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@northopalshore

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[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ toxic ft, satoru gojo

summary. your ex boyfriend wants you back, but you just don’t think you can go back to something so toxic

you’re currently finishing touching up your makeup in satoru’s bathroom mirror after he had basically just ruined it all of five minutes ago, your legs still a little weak. but you weren’t about to tell that egoist.

satoru snakes his way behind you, resting his chin on your head and placing his large palms against your shoulders as you look at him the mirror

“what’re you doing?”, you ask, an amused smile on your face.

satoru’s face was anything but, “are you leaving again?”, he questions, that comes out in a tone you’ve never been familiar with.

you nod slowly, “well, yeah. why would i stay?”

“i dunno, we just slept together, i thought we could spend time together.”, he shrugs, trying to act as nonchalant as he could but satoru’s never been the best at hiding his feelings when it came to you.

you shrug him off you, turning to face him, “don’t. don’t do that.”

“do what?”, he asks, looking like a kicked puppy right now.

“we broke up for a reason. just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean we’re just gonna go back to how we were.”, you cross your arms together in a protective way, feeling like satoru could just do anything with your heart.

it’s always been that way. he’s always been a soft spot for you and even now as you stand your ground, you feel like if he reached deep enough he could get your heart back.

“i know, but, i feel like we could make it work if we tried.”, he replies, gently trying to grab your hand before you brush him off.

“satoru. there’s no way we can be together, not in a relationship anyway. you can’t be someone’s boyfriend, you know that.”, you reason.

your breakup with satoru was extremely messy. it’s not like he cheated or anything like that, but it was damn well close enough for you to leave him. the man always had commitment issues, trust issues, attachment issues. you name any of them and he probably has them. so, being with him has always been so chaotic.

it was too much for you. you’re still young and as much as you love him, you knew you couldn’t be with him any longer. especially when the final straw was catching him being a little too flirty with someone else.

“i can change. i can, baby. and i want to, it’s been hell since you’ve been gone. i feel like i’m losing you every time i watch you walk out my door.”, he utters, his voice shaky causing your heart to drop.

“please, satoru. i can’t have this conversation with you.”

“baby, please. just let me try. i miss you, so much.”, he walks closer to you, gently rubbing down your arms as you face away from him.

you couldn’t even look at the expression on his face. you had felt like you’d seen satoru in every way, but it was so rare that you ever saw him so.. desperate.

“please.”, he whispers once more.

you shake your head, your throat squeezing up as you remove satoru’s hands from you. you could not let him see how much this was affecting you, you know it’d fuel some sick part of him that believes you want him just as much as he wants you.

“no.”, his face drops.

“i’m gonna leave, now. i don’t want you to call me, and i don’t think we should be seeing each other again.”

“wait- what?”, he scrambles, his face panicked, “you’re telling me you’re just leaving me, again?”

“don’t do this, you know i won’t stop.”, he reminds her. god, she knew better than anyone he never stopped.

“i know! i know that, that’s why i’m leaving. i’m putting an end to everything.”, you raise your voice, your calm words from earlier clearly not even going through his ears.

“we’re toxic, satoru. we will never work, and you will never change. i love you, i really do but i can’t keep doing this, it’s driving me insane. when am i gonna get any peace?”, you rant on at him, seeing his face turn more and more guilty by the second.

satoru’s love could be overwhelming at times. he had so much to give but so much to take, and he will always be like that. you knew he loved you, no, obsessed is a better way to describe it. it was too suffocating for it to be love.

and you knew this was toxic, you knew sleeping with him wouldn’t have helped the situation any more, but old habits die hard and when he’s calling you at 2am, begging for you, to just fuck at least one more time, you really couldn’t control your body when you were already putting your shoes on.

“i’m really sorry. please, we can just forget everything i said. i cant just not have you at all.”, he pleads, something he’s good at.

you sigh, starting to put everything back in your makeup bag, not even caring that your makeup was half done at this point.

“wow, you’re actually leaving, again.”, he scoffs as you tune him out. you can’t do this, you don’t have the energy. physically and mentally. satoru could go on at you all day if he wanted.

as you finally speed off, satoru following your every move and pushing the front door before you could even reach it he asks, “are you really doing this? is this even what you want?”

you look up at him, seeing the wetness spread around his eyes, “we shouldn’t be together.”, you simple state.

“i know.”, he sighs, admitting defeat as he removes his arm from the door. he’s known this all along, but he wanted to be a little more selfish with you, “i just.. don’t wanna lose you.”

when he doesn’t get any response, not even one he hated, he says, “i love you.”, just one final time.

“i know.”, you sigh.

you turn the knob on his door, not taking a second glance at him as the cool breeze hit your face, stepping outside and leaving satoru gojo behind you, and hopefully for good this time.

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[prettylilyanime]

Our Blessing ♡ Chapter 02

♡ Pairing: Toji Zenin x reader

♡ Synopsis: in which your ex boyfriend left you with your biggest blessing in life, or- a bundle of a blessing. And he doesn’t even know it.

♡ tags/warnings: 18+, (explicit content in later chapters) angst, and drama, exes to lovers, hidden baby trope, Toji is an asshole (but we love him), Reader just wants to raise Megumi in peace, CEO Toji, possessive Toji, emotionally constipated Toji, Tension, misunderstandings, Flashbacks to past relationship, Heavy themes of abandonment, trust issues, and redemption, baby Megumi is a cutie, Megumi is a mama’s boy, reader works at a flower shop, Hidden Baby Trope

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The bar reeked of one thing. Not alcohol, not drugs—opulence.

Perched atop one of Japan’s tallest skyscrapers, Horizon was the kind of place where power and money spoke louder than words.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the Tokyo skyline, the glittering city stretching endlessly below, lights shimmering like constellations against the inky night. Inside, the atmosphere was a curated blend of wealth and exclusivity—dim mood lighting casting sleek shadows across black marble floors, deep leather seating arranged for whispered conversations, and servers in sharp-cut suits, trained to serve without being seen.

It was the first Saturday of the month. A tradition, unshaken even after college, no matter how busy their lives became.

At a private table, in a section roped off for only the highest clientele, sat a group of men whose names carried weight across the country. Japan’s most powerful, most untouchable, and most eligible bachelors.

Gojo Satoru, heir to a real estate empire of old money and power, his presence as blinding as the white hair atop his head. Geto Suguru, ever calm, ever composed, the sharp mind behind tech industries that would take most men lifetimes to control. Ryomen Sukuna, the wildcard, draped in arrogance, his wealth tied to underground dealings no one dared question.

Born into one of Japan’s most powerful families, Toji wasn’t just wealthy—he was the Zenin heir.

When his father died, leaving behind a fortune vast enough to sustain generations, Toji didn’t just sit back and preserve it.

He tripled it.

Through ruthless business ventures, high-stakes investments, and an instinct sharper than any financial advisor’s best predictions, he transformed the Zenin name into something more than just old money. It was new dominance. 

A force that dictated markets, bought influence, and ensured that the name Zenin wasn’t just spoken with respect, but with caution.

The scent of aged whiskey and smoldering cigars curled through the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. The four of them sat back in their private booth, drinks in hand, Tokyo glittering beneath them like a chessboard waiting to be played.

"Suguru, what's got your ass all twisted up? You've been off lately," Satoru drawled, nudging his best friend with a teasing elbow—an oddly childish gesture in a setting so drenched in wealth.

Sukuna snorted, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. "Can’t believe I’m saying this, but the idiot’s right. You’ve been acting weird as fuck lately, man."

Satoru turned to fire back, lips already curling into a smirk, but paused when Suguru let out a deep sigh.

They weren’t wrong. He had been acting off.

And why?

His sharp, cat-like eyes flickered toward one of his oldest friends—Toji of all fucking people—and instantly, like a ghost haunting the back of his mind, he saw it again.

That kid.

The pint-sized version of Toji he had spotted weeks ago, sitting by your side eating pizza.

He was adorable, with big green eyes and dark hair that spiked upwards. He was also hauntingly enough, a replica of his dear friend sat across from him.

It gnawed at him.

How the hell was he supposed to sit here, sipping whiskey and smoking his cigar, pretending everything was normal, when Toji had a whole damn child he didn’t even know about?

With the love of his life, at that.

The secret sat like a stone in his gut, pressing heavier with each second. But still, Suguru brought his cigar to his lips, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly through his nose.

"Don't know what you guys are talking about," he muttered, voice smooth but empty.

Because fuck.

This wasn’t his business to tell.

Suguru forced the thought down, drowning it in another slow drag of his cigar.

Satoru, ever the gossip, rolled his eyes, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he shifted in his seat. “Boring, Suguru. Well, since he’s not opening up, I might as well. Guys, you won’t believe what happened to me today.”

He leaned in slightly, the dim overhead lighting catching on the rims of his sunglasses as he peered at them all, clearly waiting for someone to bite.

Toji raised a brow, finally breaking his silence. “What, lost a bar of that shitty candy you inhale every day on your lunch break?” He snorted, lips curling.

Satoru waved him off, unfazed—and unwilling to admit that, yes, that had indeed happened earlier.

“Fuck you, Toji. No, I had an old hookup show up at my office today, screaming at my intern like a lunatic, claiming that I—”

Toji cut him off with a sharp grin, already amused. “Don’t tell me you knocked a one-night stand up.”

“I’ll have you know, she wasn’t a one-night stand.” Satoru placed a hand over his chest, feigning deep offense. “We met in Ibiza, and we had a magical week together!"

“That’s just a fucking nightmare,” Sukuna scoffed, tipping his glass back. “You, of all people, with a kid?”

“Oh come on, I’d be great! My kid would be gorgeous,” Satoru declared, ever confident. Suguru feels himself turning green with where this conversation was headed.

“Gorgeous with a mouth full of cavities, I bet,” Toji drawled, taking a slow sip of his drink.

“Nothing a great dentist can’t fix,” Gojo quipped, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Anyways, not the point of the story. She’s getting rid of it tomorrow—I had my lawyer draft up an NDA, so it’ll all be fine.”

Sukuna shook his head, amusement curling at the edges of his smirk. “F’course it’d be you out of all of us to have the first pregnancy scare.”

Satoru furrowed his white brows. “Is that a joke? Toji is sitting right next to you, y’know.”

Suguru could throw up right here, right now, all over this table and it still wouldn't be enough to make him feel any better.

Toji arched a brow, unimpressed. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?” He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “I’m not out here sleeping around like you.”

Satoru grinned, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Well, no, but you were in a relationship for what—six years? And Y/N let me in on your little distaste for condoms, you know. I’m shocked nothing came out of that.”

Sukuna let out a low whistle, nudging Toji’s side. “Yeah, got you there, brother.”

Suguru took a slow, deep breath, staring at the swirling whiskey in his glass.

The conversation was pressing in on him, each word adding weight to the already unbearable tension in his chest. He couldn't do this. If he just stood up and walked out, would it be too obvious?

Toji rolled his green eyes, exhaling through his nose. “I didn’t meet Y/N and start fucking her raw after a week in Ibiza, Satoru. I was with her for six years. Sue me.”

Satoru backed off with his hands raised in mock surrender, a grin still tugging at his lips. “Relax, relax. Speaking of Y/N, I could’ve sworn I saw her the other day at that pizza place we used to go to. Did you see her too, Suguru?”

The shift in conversation hit Suguru like a freight train. His entire body tensed, but he forced himself to keep his expression steady.

He hadn't spoken to Satoru about seeing you and the kid, never even mentioned it.

Toji’s brow quirked up, green eyes flicking toward Geto with sudden interest. The curiosity in them was undeniable.

Suguru’s grip on his cigar tightened. Think. Quickly.

“Y/N?” He scoffed, shaking his head as he brought the cigar to his lips, inhaling deeply.

When he exhaled, he kept his voice smooth, controlled. “I remember the woman you’re talking about but it wasn’t her. Just someone who looked like her.”

Satoru hummed, none the wiser. “Yeah, makes sense. That lady had a kid with her, too. Y/N never even had family or friends like that to be babysitting for.”

Suguru’s fingers curled tighter around his glass. He took another slow drag of his cigar, the smoke curling up toward the dim overhead lights, masking the flicker of unease in his gaze.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice low. “No way it was her.”

He took another sip of whiskey, but the burn in his throat was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his chest as bright green eyes lingered on him.

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Autumn has settled in fully now, painting the world in warm hues of amber, crimson, and gold.

Leaves crunch underfoot as the wind carries them in lazy spirals along the paved sidewalks. The mornings have grown brisk, the kind that nip at your nose and fingertips, making you pull Megumi’s little coat tighter around him before sending him off to school.

His scarf, a deep navy blue, is carefully wrapped around his neck, though he always tugs at it halfway through the day, complaining that it’s too warm.

He’s been thriving at school, and that alone fills you with a relief so deep it’s almost dizzying!

You worried about him, afraid that his quiet and blunt nature might leave him isolated, unsure of how to make friends. But those fears were put to rest the moment he came home and started talking—really talking—about a boy in his class.

A boy named Yuuji.

Apparently, Yuuji was assigned the seat next to him, and from that moment on, there was no escaping the whirlwind of energy that was his new best friend.

Every day, Megumi would come home with some new story, some ridiculous antic Yuuji had pulled.

And even though this boy you hadn’t met yet seemed like the complete opposite of Megumi—rambunctious, loud, endlessly excitable—you couldn’t be more grateful for his presence.

You had even found yourself smiling, shaking your head in amusement, when Megumi’s teacher gently informed you during a parent-teacher meeting that he had been talking a bit too much in class lately.

Talking too much.

You nearly laughed in disbelief. Your Megumi?

You didn’t mind. Not one bit. Because you were just so glad to hear that Megumi wasn't struggling at all in class, instead thriving academically and socially!

Which is why today is so important.

A playdate.

The next step in any childhood friendship, and truthfully, you’re just as excited as Megumi.

He deserves this—deserves to have a friend he can run around with, someone who makes him laugh, someone his own age to share his days with.

Life can feel a little quiet when it’s just the two of you, and though Megumi has never complained, you’re sure he’s been longing for a companion outside of home.

The plan is simple. You coordinated with Yuuji’s father, Jin, since—according to the kindergarten gossip you’ve managed to gather from Megumi—his mom isn’t in the picture.

You don’t pry, but there’s a quiet understanding in the back of your mind.

First, you’ll meet them at the park, where the boys can run wild, burning through their seemingly endless energy.

Then, once they’ve had their fill of play, you’ll all sit down for lunch at a nearby restaurant, letting them refuel before no doubt finding some new way to tire themselves out again.

The walk to the park is peaceful, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over the quiet streets. 

The crisp autumn air carries the scent of fallen leaves, dry and earthy, while a gentle breeze rustles through the trees, shaking loose vibrant reds and oranges that drift lazily to the pavement.

Megumi walks beside you, his small hand warm in yours, but his steps begin to slow. You feel the slight tug on your arm before you hear his voice.

"Mama," he mumbles, rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand. "Carry me."

You glance down at him with an amused huff, already anticipating this. "Oh, honey, I don't know if my arms are strong enough anymore."

A darker thought crosses your mind. Toji could probably still carry him like it's nothing, like he's nothing more than a newborn.

You haven't seen the man in years, but if his physique was anything like it was back then—

You push the thought away just as quickly as it comes.

"Please?" Megumi's voice is softer this time, and when you glance down again, he's pouting, shifting on his feet like he already knows you’ll cave.

And how could you say no? Sore arms be damned—this is your baby! One day, far too soon, he’ll stop asking.

You crouch down, letting him wrap his arms around your neck before lifting him with a quiet grunt. 

He’s heavier than before, all gangly limbs and growing boy, but he sighs contentedly as he rests his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your collarbone. You press a soft kiss to his dark hair, letting him nuzzle into your neck.

He won’t fit in your arms like this forever.

The thought lingers, settling into your chest with an ache. Soon, he’ll be too big to carry, too old to want you to. The weight of time feels heavier than the boy in your arms.

Your mind drifts to the slip of paper tucked away in your apartment. Toji’s phone number.

A part of you wonders if you’re wrong for not reaching out now that you can reach him. If you’re selfish for keeping Megumi to yourself. For letting Toji miss this—his son, growing up.

Megumi shifts slightly, pulling you from your thoughts. His small fingers toy with the pendant on your necklace—the little letter ‘M’ you got just for him.

You shake your head, pushing away the what-ifs. Today is about Megumi. About his happiness.

A sudden vibration against your hip snaps you back to the present. You shift Megumi in your arms to free one hand, retrieving your phone from your pocket.

Jin, Yuuji’s father: Hello Y/N! Something came up at work, so I wasn’t able to take Yuuji today, but my younger brother will instead. They’ve already left the house and will be there soon! Sorry for the short notice.

You type out a quick confirmation before tucking your phone away.

Megumi lifts his head slightly. "Are they here yet?"

"Not yet," you say, adjusting your hold on him. "But they should be soon."

His fingers absently trace over the smooth metal of your pendant before he hums in acknowledgment.

By the time you reach the park, the sun has dipped lower, casting long, dappled shadows across the playground. The cool breeze rustles through the empty swings, and the laughter of distant children fills the air.

You find an empty bench and sit, keeping Megumi settled in your lap a little longer, just because you can.

"Megumi!" He lifts his head, suddenly alert, his green eyes scanning the park.

The excited, high-pitched call is accompanied by the sound of small, eager footsteps. You barely get a glimpse before Megumi squirms out of your arms, landing on his feet with practiced ease. He straightens his posture, stuffing his hands into his pockets, trying to play it cool.

You turn toward the voice, and your heart melts at the sight.

Yuuji is absolutely adorable—fluffy pink hair, big brown eyes, a little shorter than Megumi, with the widest grin stretching across his face as he runs over. His joy is infectious, beaming like the sun itself.

But something about him feels… familiar.

Your eyes linger on the soft pink of his hair. It isn’t exactly a common color. And the longer you look at him, the stronger the unsettling familiarity grows.

No. There’s no way.

The thought barely has time to form before a deep, unmistakable voice cuts through your daze.

"Yuuji! Don't go running off without me, you brat."

Your breath catches.

No. Absolutely not.

Your blood runs cold as you turn toward the source, eyes widening, stomach plummeting.

There, towering over the playground with all his tattoos and his unmistakable aura of arrogance, is Ryomen Sukuna of all people.

You feel like the universe is playing some kind of twisted joke on you.

Big. Tall. Tattooed. Another one of Toji’s old friends.

And judging by the way he ruffles Yuuji’s hair—his nephew’s hair—he’s the younger brother Jin mentioned in his text.

Sukuna hasn’t even noticed you yet, too preoccupied with the excitable little boy bouncing in front of him. Yuuji beams up at you. "Wow, Megumi, your mom is really pretty!"

Megumi’s entire body tenses beside you. He steps closer, crossing his arms, his expression darkening.

"I know." he mutters, his glare sharp enough to cut through stone.

You snort, reaching out to rub his back. He huffs but doesn’t pull away, though you can feel the heat radiating off him. His protective streak never fails to amuse you.

The moment cuts through the tension in your chest, but only briefly. Because then you feel it—that unmistakable sensation of being watched.

"Megumi, let’s go play! I’ve been waiting forever! My uncle walks so slow," Yuuji exclaims, practically vibrating with excitement, his bright grin shining under the afternoon sun.

He’s adorable—so full of energy and joy that it makes you want to freeze this moment in time. Your son, on his first real playdate, with a friend who already seems so eager to be by his side.

But you can’t enjoy it. Because standing just a few feet away, arms crossed, towering like a living nightmare, is Ryomen Sukuna.

Of all people.

You blink, trying to process the absurdity of it. How the hell did this happen? What are the odds? What cruel joke is the universe playing on you?

Then, you decide—fuck it.

You’re not going to let Toji who's not even here, his idiot friends, or any other lingering ghosts from your past ruin this for you. This is Megumi’s moment. His first real friend.

You whip out your phone, ignoring Sukuna’s heavy stare as you crouch down slightly. "Alright, boys, stand together and smile!"

Megumi doesn’t really get the smiling part, settling for a neutral stare, while Yuuji doesn’t quite grasp the standing still part, fidgeting excitedly in place. It’s imperfect but perfect all the same, and you snap the pictures, your heart swelling at the sight of them together.

"Alright, go play, but make sure I can see you," you call out.

The second they take off running, your smile drops. You turn to Sukuna, a deep sigh escaping you. He stares right back at you, eyes running up and down your body as if trying to confirm that it is indeed you in front of him.

"Y/N, what the fuck?" Sukuna blurts out, disbelief etched across his face. His eyebrows practically hit his hairline as his sharp gaze flickers between you and Megumi who at this point, was climbing up the stairs to the slide.

Gosh, couldn't even start with a hey, how have you been?

You roll your eyes, already exhausted by this encounter. Seeing Suguru and Satoru was traumatizing enough. This? This is just the cherry on top.

"Ryomen, trust me—I’m feeling the same way. God what are the odds?" You inhale sharply through your nose, leveling Sukuna with a flat stare. His mouth curls into something between a smirk and genuine disbelief, arms folding across his broad chest as he waits for your response.

"Going out on a limb here," Sukuna drawls, tilting his head toward the direction Megumi ran off, "but is the little squirt Toji's?"

Your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. You knew the question was coming—it was inevitable the second he laid eyes on Megumi. The resemblance was too obvious.

Still, hearing it out loud makes something twist deep in your stomach.

"Don't call him that," you say coolly, arching a brow. "And what if he is?"

Sukuna lets out a sharp, amused breath, shaking his head like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. "Shit." His gaze flickers to Megumi in the distance, then back to you, something razor-sharp glinting in his expression. "Does Toji even know? There’s no way he does—he never mentioned it. Not once."

Your jaw tightens. You don’t answer right away.

Instead, you focus on Megumi, watching as he follows Yuuji up the jungle gym. His usual serious expression softens—just slightly—when the younger boy tugs at his sleeve, babbling excitedly about something.

Sukuna doesn’t need a verbal response. Your silence tells him everything.

"This is crazy," he breathes, his grin widening, teeth flashing like the devil himself. "You didn’t tell him?"

You exhale through your nose, resisting the urge to rub your temples. "It’s none of your business, Ryomen."

He lets out a low whistle, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Damn. That’s cold. And coming from you? Toji would never believe it."

Your scowl deepens. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Not about the kid," he clarifies, rolling his shoulders. "I mean, shit, we were literally talking about this last night. But you keeping this from him? He always thought you were harmless."

Something flickers across his face—amusement, sure, but also intrigue, like he’s trying to piece together how the hell this slipped past him. Past Toji.

"You gonna tell him?" Sukuna asks after a beat, gaze sharp, assessing.

Your stomach twists. The question has been haunting you ever since Suguru stepped into your shop weeks ago.

For years, you made peace with the fact that Toji would never know. That there was no way to reach him. That no matter how much it hurt, he had to be let go since Megumi always came first.

You had spent years stretching yourself thin—between your job, chasing after Toji, and most importantly, being a new mother. Something had to give. And bitterly enough, that something was Toji.

Now, after all this time, you have his number. Full access to him.

And you haven’t dialed it once, because something else is holding you back now.

Fear.

You glance back at the two boys, now racing toward the swings, their laughter ringing through the crisp evening air.

"Like I said," you mutter, voice quieter now. "None of your business."

Sukuna clicks his tongue, rocking back on his heels. "Alright, alright, I get it." He exhales, like shaking off the conversation. Then, with a pointed smirk, he adds, "But if you think he won’t find out eventually, you’re dumber than I remember."

Your eyes narrow. "You're not gonna tell him?"

He raises a brow, almost offended. "Why would I? It’s not my business to tell."

You scoff. "Oh please. He's your best friend."

Sukuna just grins, slow and knowing. "Yeah? And maybe I’m being a good friend by keeping quiet." He rubs his chin, tilting his head like he’s savoring the moment. "Wouldn’t wanna tell Toji that his favorite girl’s been keeping something like this from him all these years."

Your breath catches.

There’s something about his tone—something not quite mocking. Not quite amused. Something almost... pitying.

It makes your stomach churn.

Before you can press further, Yuuji’s excited voice slices through the tension like a blade.

"Uncle Sukuna! Push me!"

Sukuna’s gaze lingers on you for a beat longer, unreadable, before he turns away. "Saved by the brat," he teases, already striding toward the swings.

You exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over your face.

Of all people, it had to be Sukuna.

And now, whether you like it or not—one more person knows your secret.

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Lunch is… weird.

The kids, thankfully, are oblivious to the tension radiating off you in waves, too engrossed in their own little world to notice. Well, Yuuji chatters—Megumi mostly listens, nodding at appropriate intervals, his expression neutral but not disinterested.

Still, you have a feeling Megumi senses something is off.

He refuses to sit anywhere but next to you, his small frame pressed against your side, his tiny fingers curled into the fabric of your jacket. It’s a quiet, grounding presence, but it does nothing to settle the storm in your chest.

Across the table, Sukuna is insufferably at ease.

He lounges like this is a casual dinner between friends rather than a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t press, but his amusement is palpable.

You can feel it in the lazy way he drums his fingers against the table, the way his lips curl at the edges, the weight of his gaze lingering on you like he’s waiting—just waiting—for you to crack and curse him out.

You refuse to look at him.

Instead, you focus on the kids. Yuuji is deep in a monologue about a video game he’s been begging his dad to buy, talking between massive bites of a burger that looks almost too big for him.

Megumi, as always, listens quietly, picking at his chicken tenders, offering the occasional hum of acknowledgment.

And you? You’re barely holding it together.

Your food sits untouched, stomach twisted too tight to even pretend to eat. You’ve tried to play it cool in front of Sukuna, to act like you’re unaffected by the weight of this secret, but the truth is, you’re terrified.

Toji’s circle has always been small. Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna—his only real friends. The ones who had earned a place in that impenetrable fortress of trust.

And now, two out of three of them know about Megumi.

But Toji doesn’t.

And that thought alone is enough to make you want to curl into yourself and disappear.

You grip your utensils tighter, swallowing around the lump in your throat, barely registering the sound of laughter and clinking dishes around you.

There should be guilt buried somewhere in the mess of emotions clawing at your insides, but all you really feel is sheer, bone-deep anxiety.

Megumi, at least, has finally started actually eating, nibbling on a chicken tender while sipping a kid-sized soda. Yuuji, on the other hand, is still in a battle with his burger—one that’s about the size of his entire face.

Then, in the way only a child can, Yuuji shatters your already fragile nerves with a single, innocent comment.

"You don’t look anything like your mom, Megumi! You must look like your dad. I look just like mine!"

Your stomach plummets.

You freeze, fork clattering against your plate, pulse spiking so hard you swear your vision tunnels for a second. The world tilts, the restaurant noise fading into a muffled blur, your brain scrambling desperately to think of how to steer the conversation anywhere else before—

“Yeah, I guess.”

Megumi says it so nonchalantly, so effortlessly, that for a second, you think you imagined it.

Your head snaps toward him. He’s still calmly eating, tearing off a piece of chicken tender, unbothered, as if Yuuji hadn’t just dropped a grenade in the middle of dinner.

He… doesn’t care?

You feel like you’re about to combust, but Megumi—Megumi, who never talks about his father, who has never once asked, who you’ve spent years bracing yourself for questions from—just shrugs it off like it’s nothing.

You don’t know if you’re relieved or if it somehow makes the situation worse.

And then, because of course, of course, you make the mistake of looking up—

—only to lock eyes with Sukuna, who is watching the entire thing unfold with the most infuriating, knowing grin.

He doesn’t say anything, but the sharp shit eating smile on his stupid face says enough.

You swallow thickly, dragging your gaze away, forcing yourself to take a slow, steady breath. Megumi is fine. He’s not upset. There’s no need to react.

Even though every nerve in your body is screaming otherwise.

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At the gym, the rhythmic clank of metal echoes through the near-empty space, broken only by the occasional grunt of exertion. It’s just past five in the morning—an ungodly hour for most, but perfect for Toji.

No distractions. No waiting around for machines. Just him, the weight of the bar in his hands, and the steady burn in his muscles.

At least, that’s what he wants.

But Sukuna exists.

The sharp clang of the bar hitting the rack cuts through the quiet as Toji exhales, rolling out his shoulders before reaching for his water bottle. That’s when Sukuna, sprawled out on a neighboring machine like he owns the place, decides to run his mouth.

"You ever think about how you have a type?"

Toji pauses mid-sip, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

Sukuna smirks, the kind that makes Toji immediately regret acknowledging him. "That girl you were with last night? She could’ve passed as Y/N’s sister."

The statement is so absurd that Toji almost laughs. Almost. Instead, he lets out a slow breath, shaking his head. "Didn’t do anything with her. Wasn’t with anybody."

"Sure, sure," Sukuna drawls, clearly entertained. "Just crazy how you only let chicks that look like Y/N within a ten-foot radius of you—"

"Sukuna," Toji grits out, reaching for the bar again, "it’s five in the goddamn morning. I’m finishing this rep and then I’m out."

Sukuna snorts but doesn’t push further. He just leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, watching like he knows exactly what he’s done.

Toji ignores him. He doesn’t have a type. That’s bullshit. And it’s not like he’s been chasing after anyone, anyway.

Not since you.

Sure, there were opportunities. A lingering glance, an open invitation, a number slipped into his palm—but none of it ever went anywhere.

He’d tell himself he wasn’t interested, that he didn’t have the patience for it, but deep down, he knew better. Nothing ever felt right. Not after your relationship.

Sukuna’s words settle in his mind, impossible to ignore.

With each rep, his thoughts betray him, dragging up images—snapshots of you. The way your voice used to sharpen when you were annoyed. The way you always had something quick and cutting to say back to him. The way you—

His grip tightens on the bar, jaw clenching.

And then, before he can stop himself, the words slip out—

"Why has everyone been bringing up Y/N lately?"

A pause.

A fraction too long.

Toji doesn’t miss it.

Sukuna covers it up well, tilting his head in mock confusion. "Just a coincidence, man. I dunno."

But Toji knows a bullshit answer when he hears one.

And it’s not just Sukuna.

It’s Suguru, stiff as a board at the bar the other night, suddenly quiet whenever Toji spoke. It’s Satoru, casually dropping that he saw a woman who looked just like you. It’s the little things, insignificant on their own, but when pieced together…

Something doesn’t sit right.

It’s not suspicion. Not yet.

But it lingers, an itch at the back of his mind.

And for the first time in a long time, Toji finds himself thinking about you longer than he should.

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Back at home, you sit in bed with your pajamas on, scrolling through your phone to try and distract yourself.

The soft glow from your bedside lamp casts a warm, golden hue over the cozy room, the faint scent of lavender lingers in the air from the candle you had blown out earlier, and the plush comforter is pulled up over your lap, cocooning you in warmth.

Behind you, a pile of pillows props you up against the headboard, their familiar softness a small comfort against the weight pressing down on your thoughts.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of cars passing outside.

Megumi is fast asleep after a long day of running around in the sun with his friend. A warm bubble bath and a home-cooked dinner had knocked him right out, and now he’s curled up in his own little bed, lost in whatever dreams a four-year-old has.

You, on the other hand, can’t sleep. Your heart is still racing, unsettled by the events of today.

You can’t stop replaying the moment Yuuji mentioned Toji—how Megumi had barely reacted. No curiosity, no interest, just a shrug, like the thought of his own father meant nothing to him. And that realization sits heavy in your chest.

Guilt.

Guilt gnaws at you—guilt that Megumi doesn’t even wonder about his father. Guilt that Toji hasn’t given him a reason to.

You exhale, your fingers pressing into your temple, trying to massage away the tension that’s been creeping up your neck all night. Just as you’re about to sink back into the quiet, the faint creak of your bedroom door cuts through the silence, making you glance up.

There, in the doorway, stands Megumi.

His small figure framed by the dim light spilling from the hall, his bright green eyes squinting sleepily as he stumbles toward you, his tiny feet padding softly against the floor.

Without a word, he climbs onto the bed, his movements sluggish and heavy with sleep.

His little body wiggles under the sheets until he's nestled beside you, looking almost comically small against the vast, cushioned expanse of your bed, the covers pooling around him like a blanket fort.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you ask softly, brushing a hand through his tousled hair, your fingers lingering in the mess of it.

“I wanna sleep in your bed, Mama,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, thick with sleep as he curls himself into the pillow, his small hands gripping it tightly. His face, so peaceful and innocent, presses into the soft fabric, making him look even cuter than he already is.

You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest as he shuffles even closer. The weight of him, the slow rise and fall of his breaths, lulls you into a sense of peace. Maybe now you can finally relax, let go of the thoughts spinning in your head.

But then, just as you start to relax, his small, unsteady voice breaks the calm.

“I think my dad is stupid.”

Your heart stops for a moment, the words hanging in the air like a sudden chill. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and instinctively, you sit up straighter, facing him fully now.

“Megumi?!” you exclaim softly, your eyes wide. “What did you just say?”

“Whoever my dad is, he’s a dummy,” he mumbles, his voice so matter-of-fact that it almost stings.

A rush of emotions floods you—confusion, concern, and something sharper that you can’t quite place.

“Megumi, what’s this all about?” you ask gently, trying to mask the tightness in your chest. “Don’t say such mean things.”

“A kid from class told me that since I don’t live with my dad, it means that he left us,” Megumi says quietly, curling into the pillow a little more, his tiny body pressed against yours. “So I think he’s a dummy.”

You search for the right words, but they feel impossible to find. What can you say? The kid wasn’t entirely wrong. Toji did leave you at least—he just didn’t realize he was walking away from Megumi as well.

You take a deep breath, ready to say something comforting, to try and ease the hurt in his little heart.

You want to tell him that Toji loved him, that even though things were messy, his father cared. But before you can get the words out, you feel the weight of Megumi's head settle further into your pillow. His small breaths are steady, slow, his tiny body already drifting back to sleep.

He murmurs again, barely audible. "Gnight Mama.”

You glance down at him, his eyelids fluttering as he drifts deeper into slumber, his hand still curled loosely around your wrist. You smile softly, a pang of something tender in your chest. It’s moments like this that remind you of how much he needed the quiet, the calm.

You don’t push him. You just let him be, letting the words hang in the space between you two, unsaid.

With a sigh, you reach over and switch off the bedside lamp, the room plunging into the soft embrace of darkness.

The only sound is the soft rustling of sheets as Megumi shuffles closer to you, his small body curling into yours with the kind of comfort only a child can seek. His little face nuzzles against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

For a moment, you think you might finally find the sleep you’ve been chasing all night. But the stillness in the room only heightens the weight in your chest, the tightness of unanswered questions.

Your thoughts keep drifting to Toji—the way his absence hung between you, even now, even here.

You can’t help but wonder if he ever thought about your failed relationship, if he ever truly understood what he’d left behind. Maybe not just you, but him—Megumi, the child who would never ask for a father but still had a place for one.

You try to push it out of your mind, focusing on the warm weight of Megumi against you, but it lingers.

You close your eyes, but sleep remains just out of reach.

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

NEXT OF KIN - J.T

Warnings: hospitals, near death experience

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem!Wilson!reader

Summary: the one where Joaquin nearly dies and you finally have to tell your father

Wordcount: 3.3k

Footsteps echoed through the building, the methodical clicking of heels ricocheting off of the walls. Everyone watched as you ran through the doors, yanking them open and scanning the sign on the wall.

Before the staff behind the desk could stop you, you were storming into the room and that’s where you stood for a moment, eyes glued on the window.

A doctor followed you in, holding his paper to his chest as he looked at you. He just watched for a moment as you reached a hand up to the glass, unable to take your eyes off of the scene.

“Excuse me,” he cared his throat and you turned your head to look at him. There were tears brimming in your eyes and you hoped he wouldn’t notice, “You can’t be in here without authorisation,”

when you said your name, the doctors eyes went wide. Your last name held a lot of power in places nowadays. Wilson. Your father had been apprehensive about you keeping the last name since his rise to fame, not wanting his daughter to get in trouble. Yet, here you were, with the same determined look on your face, willing to get in trouble if you have to

“I, um, I’m Joaquin’s next of kin, you called me,”

the doctor seemed to have gotten over his shock because he nodded his head intently, almost like he remembered calling you, “His fiancée, is it?”

“Girlfriend,”

“Miss Wilson, the injuries are extensive,” the doctor said as he walked over, looking at the scene in front of him.

You looked over again, staring at the surgery. He was under the knife and you just watched as they chopped into him, over and over again. They were keeping him alive, a ventilator on, blood bags ready in the corner.

Your heart was racing as you wondered if this was it. This could be the last time you saw him alive, covered in tarps and surrounded by doctors with bloody scalpels. He looked so fragile.

“I can see,” the words were hoarse coming from your throat.

You had cried most of the way over here. You had been in the middle of a work meeting when your phone had rung and you ignored it for a few moments before remembering that you had said goodbye to your boyfriend and father a few days prior.

joaquin had come to say his goodbye to you before he left, the two of you parting with a kiss before he drove off to work that day. He knew he wasn’t going to be back any time soon. And now here he was, lying on an operating table.

Your heart felt like it was splintering every moment that he stayed on that table. Tears pooled in your eyes as you looked at him in that condition; he seemed so fragile.

“He has been in rough condition but should be out of surgery within the hour, they’re just fixing him up. He broke a few ribs, has a few first and second degree burns, a broken arm,” there was a weight in your chest as you listened to the doctor explain it all, “His heart did stop but there should be no long lasting issues,”

Your eyes went wide and you turned to the doctor, a sharp pain in your chest, “He died?”

“Miss Wilson,” he tried to reason with you.

Your head was spinning and it was like you were drowning in all of your thoughts. You had nearly lost the love of your life, the one person who had ever cared for you so much. He had nearly died and you couldnt do anything about it.

“He died?” You repeated, breath heavy.

“Medically speaking,”

You choked back a sob, hand coming to cover your mouth as the tears spilled over your cheeks. He had died. He had died. That was all that you kept repeating to yourself.

You turned and looked back at Joaquin. You remembered meeting him for the first time at an awards ceremony two years ago. He was standing alongside your father and he had caught your eye in moments. He had come up to you, nervous, hands shaking, yet he kept that suave smile on his face as he introduced himself.

Now, as you stared at the man on the operating table, you realised just how much he meant to you. You would not be the same person if you had not met him that day.

You were so consumed with your thoughts as you stared at the operating table hat you didnt hear the footsteps approaching.

In the glass, you caught your fathers reflection and realised that he was going to see you standing there, crying your eyes out over nearly losing your boyfriend. A boyfriend he didnt know you had.

You and Joaquin had been together for around 18 months now and had decided to hide the relationship from your father because it was easier not to get him involved. He was so overly protective over you and you knew he would be mad if he saw that you were falling in love with someone with such a dangerous occupation.

as discreetly as you could, you wiped the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your cardigan, checking yourself in the reflection to make sure you didn’t look too bad before you turned and saw him.

”Kiddo, what are you doing here?” He furrowed his brows at you, giving you that familiar judgemental look, like he was concerned with your wellbeing but was disappointed that you were there, “I dont want you getting caught up in this,”

You shrugged, not sure what to say, “I got a call,”

“As Torres’ next of kin, it is procedure, sir,” the doctor stated, thinking that he was solving the issue.

Silence fell over the room and you locked eyes with your father. He had that look on your face that you hadn’t seen since you were 17 and sneaking Billy Newsome out of your second story window. He was so angry at you that you could feel it in the air.

The doctors eyes went wide as he realised what he had done, exposing something that he had wrongfully assumed was common knowledge.

He took a deep breath, tilting his head as he looked at you, eyes narrowed, ”Excuse me,”

The lack of words made it even worse. Those two very simple words sent a chill down your spine and even if you were 23 years old, you could still feel the panic in your chest, like you were a little girl about to be reprimanded again.

“Dad,” there were no words that you could think of that would fix this.

If your heart wasnt already pounding in your chest from how nervous you were about Joaquin, it was definitely racing now as you realised you had been caught in a lie.

“I am sorry, I, uh, Mr Captain America, I will be back in half an hour when the surgery is complete,” he explained before rushing away.

Neither of them moved as the doctor fled the room, horrified at what he had just caused. You couldnt care less, all you could care about was that Joaquin was going to be okay.

You looked at your father, the man who had raised you, your hero. Now he was giving you that disapproving stare and you were uncomfortable standing in the tension.

“Spit it out dad,”

He folded his arms across his chest, “What do you want me to say?”

“Hey, how are you doing?” You mimicked his voice.

There was that tension again, even if you tried to make a joke. In any other circumstance, he would have laughed but he just narrowed his eyes at you.

“No. Who called you?” He quizzed.

You rolled your eyes as you realised that he was really angry, “The hospital,”

“why?” Sam knew the answer. It was obvious at this point what was going on and he kicked himself for not having noticed it sooner.

He should have noticed how whenever Joaquin would come round for dinner, he would always sit beside you. Or the way that he would watch you at the galas that you would attend, his eyes always following you around the room and tracing your curves.

“I am his next of kin,” you said.

For a moment you weren’t sure what would be the right thing to do, whether you should try to explain it or just rip the band aid off. At the time, the latter made more sense but now as you stood there, looking at the shock on his face, you wondered if it was right.

After the two of you had been together for six months, you had both put each other as emergency contacts. He lived such a dangerous life and you would never forgive yourself if you werent there for him when he needed you.

”I heard that the first time,” your father said angrily, almost as if hearing you say it made it real.

“Then why did you ask again?” You scoffed, furrowing your brow. You’re sure that if anyone had seen the two of you, you’d be mirrors of each others annoyed expressions.

“I thought I was hearing things,”

He folded his arms across his chest and then looked to his right and stared at the operating theatre. They were starting to pack things away and you were glad that he was going to be out of surgery.

You followed his eyeline and the two of you were both silent for a moment as you looked at the scene. Joaquin meant a lot to the two of you so to lose him would have broken you.

You sighed, shaking your head as you remembered the situation you had gotten yourself into. Your father turned to you, giving you that look again, “What is wrong with you?”

that was the final straw. You were sleep deprived from the flight over to the Indian Ocean to see your boyfriend and you were scared out of your mind and you were angry at your dad and all of it just bubbled up at that moment and you exploded.

“Wrong with me! My boyfriend just fell out of the sky. He was hit by a missile and nearly died in the Indian Ocean and you’re asking what is wrong with me!” You yelled it out, hands waving around as you tried to convey just how awful this all was.

Although Sam was still angry at you for not telling him your biggest secret, he could see how much you loved Joaquin just from how mad you got. He had seen you stand up for yourself all the time but never like this.

“Calm down kid, I’m your dad, I am allowed to be mad that you didn’t tell me you were dating my protégée,” he said, shaking his head.

“For this reason,” you brushed your hand over your face, trying to calm yourself down.

“What?”

You scoffed, not understanding who he couldn't see what was wrong, “You are overreacting. You don't approve,”

“Its dangerous to be in love with a superhero,” he stated.

Sam would know. There was a reason why him and your mother didn’t work out, and that’s because of his time in the army. He couldn’t imagine trying to make that relationship work as a superhero.

He could see Pepper sobbing over Tony’s body, or Steve having to leave Peggy. All of those things were because of their superhero powers. He would never wish that fate on you.

“I love him dad,” it was all you could say, all you could think of to try and convince him that this was worth it.

“I can see that, it doesn't mean I approve,” he explained.

“That's why I didn't tell you. Joaquin, he wanted to, he hated having to lie to you,” you reasoned with him.

You thought back to a few weeks ago as you lay in Joaquin’s arms, before everything had gone to shit. He had asked you whether you wanted to tell your father now about the two of you. Maybe you should have done it then.

“He still did it,” Sam shook his head. He saw Joaquin as the son he never had, and he thought that maybe he was the only one worthy for his daughter. Yet he still lied to him for 18 months.

“Dad. He loves me and I love him. I will spend the rest of my life loving that man and the second i found out he had been hurt, I rushed over. I cannot lose him daddy,” your voice broke at the end.

There was silence. You never called him that, not since you were a little kid. He could see the fear, watched as the tears pooled in your waterline, threatening to spill over.

Although he wished his little girl would never grow up, that you would stay that innocent child forever, he knew that you and Joaquin were in love, just from the fear in your eyes.

“Come here kid,” he held his arms out.

It was like all of your lies didn’t matter and he just embraced you, holding you close as you sobbed into his shoulder.

For the first time since you heard the news, you gave yourself a moment to cry, hands clenched onto his jacket as you cried. You had nearly lost Joaquin, your dad could have died as well. Sometimes it was too much.

There was no conversation as you composed yourself, pulling back, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He placed a hand on your cheek, smiling at the woman you had become.

“You are going to live a very long life and so will he, you will get to do that together. I wish you would have told me,” he said.

Although you hated to admit defeat, you knew he was right, “You would have been more worried about him,”

“I am worried about him,” he said, eyes flickering back over to where he was being wheeled away into another room, ready to be transported back to the states, “He’s gonna be okay kiddo,”

“Thanks dad,” you smiled, knowing this was all going to work out.

Joaquin was transported back to the states within a few days, still fast asleep. You had barely left his side, the news constantly on by his bedside so you could see what your father was up to. You were sat by Joaqquin’s bedside as you watched Sam fight the Red Hulk.

“What ya watching?” A voice asked and you whipped your head to the side to see him opening his eyes, looking at you.

A sob racked through your chest and your hand flew to your mouth. You were happier than you had ever been before as you looked at him. He had been awake sometimes with the doctors but you hadn’t spoken to him yet.

“Dad on the news, hes sorted everything out,” you explained, knowing he wouldn’t want to be too sappy.

he hummed in response, closing his eyes for a moment. You watched him, that peaceful look on his face and you thanked whatever God was out there for saving the man you loved.

“You nearly died baby,” you whispered, almost like saying it out loud made it real.

He opened his eyes and looked at you, really looked at you. There were bags under your eyes from his lack of sleep and your eyes were red like you had been crying for days.

Almost like he hadn’t been in a near death experience, he lifted his hand up and brushed a hand over your cheek, almost like he was making sure that you were real and not some kind of dream.

“I’m sorry,”

you shook your head because there was nothing to be sorry for. “You’re here now,” you smiled at him, a tear rolling down your cheek that he quickly wiped away with the pad of his thumb.

“I should have been more careful,” he said like it would have changed it, someone would always get hurt in these situations.

“You wouldn’t be the man I love if you didn’t work so hard, didn’t go out there no care for everyone else,” you said.

that was one of the reasons you fell in love with him, his devotion to his job and his dedication for what is right in the world.

“I should be more careful,” he repeated, “I couldn’t stand not coming home to you,”

You took his hand in yours and placed it in your lap, brushing your fingers over his knuckles absentmindedly. There was something so domestic about the moment, in the way that he looked at you with pure adoration.

“I always knew you would come home,”

He nodded, tears burning behind his eyes but he didn’t want you to see him like that right now, especially when he is already so weak, one hand strapped up in a sling, burns healing over his neck.

“Dad knows,” you broke the silence.

You watched as the fear fell over his face, eyes widening. This was what he had feared for so long, of not being good enough for your father, his mentor, his idol.

“And?” He waited for your response, eyes still wide.

You smiled at his reaction, “He was angry, but he knows how much we love each other,”

Joaquin let out a sigh of relief, “I’m glad, so hes not angry?”

“Just a little bit,” another voice said and you turned to look over your shoulder to see Sam standing at the door, looking at the two of you.

You couldnt tell for a moment if it was a look of shock but then you saw the smile on his face, the way that he looked at the obvious love between you and Joaquin and you knew he approved.

“Sir, I am so sorry-” he started to defend himself but Sam held his hand up, shutting the boy up.

“As long as you look after my daughter then I will not be angry,” he chuckled to himself, “But if you ever lay a hand on her, I will kill you,”

“Yes sir, I would never,” he looked at you, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth, “I love her,”

Sam smiled, “I can see, son,”

Joaquin’s face lit up like he had always wanted that approval from him. You leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple, avoiding the cut on his forehead that was still fresh.

“Can you give me and Joaquin a minute to talk, we have to discuss his new roles,” Sam said and your boyfriends eyes widened. He wasn’t sure what this meant but it could be about your relationship, or his role as the new Falcon.

“Sure dad,” you leaned down and pressed a kiss against Joaquin’s lips, a chaste kiss that promised that you would be back. When you pulled back and saw your dad’s disgusted face, you laughed, “Go easy on him,”

as you walked out of the room, you looked back at the two most important men in your life and wondered why it took you so long to reveal the relationship.

[lovelivision]

STOLEN FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATE ✿

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𐔌.pairing — fushiguro toji / reader

‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 4k

❥ summary... toji comes home with classic valentine's gifts for you but there's something not quite traditional about how he celebrates...

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, hickeys, biting, (slight) tit play, food play(?) -- he licks chocolate off you, swearing, dirty talk, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, toji fucks a little mean, creampie, afab!reader, no pronouns used

The front door opens unceremoniously as Toji enters your small, shared apartment; the sound causes you to poke your head out from the kitchen to look at what he’s doing. His hands are holding something behind his back as he kicks the door closed with his foot, a big smile on his face when he spots you.

He quickly shuffles down the hall to you, “Happy Valentine’s Day, doll.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Toji,” you look at him curiously, he seems way too proud of himself.

“Here,” he moves a hand towards you, colourful wildflowers presented for you to take.

Receiving them graciously, you beam back at him, “These are so pretty, thank you–” Looking at them properly gives you pause, “Toji…”

“Yes, doll?”

“Where did you get these?” Your brow quirks at him.

He answers like it’s obvious, “The shop.” Continuing to move past you into the kitchen and pulling a bowl out of one of the cabinets.

Humming as you follow behind him, “Uh huh, and that’s why the roots are still attached is it?”

Toji stills for a single second before acting like that’s normal, “I’m not understanding the issue.”

“Toji, you took these from someone’s garden didn’t you?”

“No,” he lies, breaking up the chocolate he had concealed behind his back into the bowl.

You pull on his shoulder so that he turns to face you, “I can clearly see you’ve taken these from the ground.”

“I thought you’d like them, they reminded me of you,” he goes for flattery instead.

“You couldn’t afford to buy me flowers?”

“I could they just didn’t… have any left,” he scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’d say hot or sexy but whatever you say works too,” he winks at you.  

Ignoring his self-praise, you rustle through the kitchen to find a vase to put your stolen flowers in, he was right about one thing; you do like them. Toji is still breaking up the chocolate and now that you’re done questioning him about the dubious origin of those flowers, you’re curious as to what exactly he’s doing.

“What are you doing to the chocolate?”

“Putting it in a bowl,” he doesn’t look at you.

You groan at him, annoyed by his dodging of the question, “Yeah I can see that, why are you putting it in a bowl?”

He grins at you, his intent evil, “So I can melt it.” Moving to the microwave he sticks the bowl in and starts it.

Shaking your head softly when you ask, “Do I wanna know?”

“You’re gonna find out soon anyways,” he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing your hips.

He’s making you suspicious of him, “What are you up to?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

There’s no opportunity for you to argue back at him, he’s leant down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. Not wasting any time as he licks into your mouth, his hands wandering under your shirt, groping at you as he goes. It’s still impressive how breathless he can render you after a single kiss, your thoughts already a little foggy.

Toji walks you back and into one of the counters, your back hitting it as he continues kissing you dizzy. Lips leaving yours, he presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your soft skin. The breaths of air he puffs against you send static electricity through you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you murmur, “Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

He nips at your neck just to watch you jolt, softly chuckling to himself at your reaction. “I need to wait for my chocolate,” he states simply.

Remembering that he quite literally just put something in the microwave, you warn him, “You should really be keeping an eye on it so you don’t burn it…”

He hums noncommittally, “But my eyes are a little preoccupied right now?”

“Toji…”

“I know what I’m doing,” he rolls his eyes lightly.

“I doubt that… you should be stirring it,” you inform.

He glares at you, almost pouting, “I don’t like how much you’re not thinking about me right now.”

“I was thinking about you… and then you wanted to talk about your chocolate– ah!–”

While you’re talking he tucks his head into your neck again, nuzzling against you before biting down to get you to shut up. Your fingers dig into his shoulders in surprise, not expecting the sudden rebellion from him.

Whining out, “That hurt~”

He laves over the bite mark with his tongue, not even an ounce of pity from him when he says, “Sorry, doll.”

“I don’t think you are,” you sulk back at him.

“No, I don’t think I am either,” you can feel his smile against your skin, “In fact, I think I’ll probably do it again.”

The microwave suddenly beeping frightens you but Toji pays it no mind, only continuing his assault of hickeys and kisses on your neck. “The microwave– hah– is done.”

He mumbles back, “I heard it.”

Trailing his way back to your lips, he kisses you deeply. It’s messy as he lick at you, tongue meeting yours in a depraved manner, enough to make your skin heat and small whines to tumble from you. Thoughts of the microwave disappear from your head with how he nibbles on your lower lip, starting to feel so much hotter.

His mouth leaves yours with a pop! Slight embarrassment flooding you with how dazed he’s gotten you. He grins at the stupid look on your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, “You’re cute.”

Pulling his hands away by his wrists, “Shut up.”

Reluctantly, he steps back from you but not before whispering low, “Take off your shirt.”

Blinking at his blunt direction, “What?”

“You heard me,” is all he says as he pulls the bowl of melted chocolate out of the microwave. Moving over to the cutlery drawer, he fiddles around before fishing out a spoon, mixing it around. A self-satisfied smile on his face indicating that it’s turned out how he wanted.

When you realise you’ve yet to make a move, you bashfully take off your shirt like he’d asked you to. Your arms folding over your chest once it’s off, feeling too exposed in comparison to him who is still in all of his clothes.

He stalks back over to you with a look in his eyes that has you feeling like he’s going to absolutely devour you. Reaching past you, he places the bowl on the counter, “Move your hands, doll.”

“How about you take off a piece of clothing and I will,” you bargain with him.

Leaning in to mock you lightly, “Is somebody feeling shy?”

“Just take off your shirt, Toji,” you grumble back at him.

He chuckles lightly but pulls it off easily, dropping it to the floor by yours, “Now, stop depriving me of my view.” His hands glide up either side of your torso, your own moving automatically to give him room.

Toji paws at your tits for a while, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Pulling away is like it takes him a monumental effort but he clearly has something planned, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Registering a faint clink as he reaches behind you again, not understanding what he’s doing until the sight of the spoon covered in melted chocolate comes into your view. His grin large as he lets the liquid drop onto your chest, letting it trail down your tit. He almost throws the spoon back to the counter as he leans down. Tongue tracing along the chocolate, lips latching to your nipple to suck it clean.

“Oh my– Toji! You’re so– ngh–” his tongue flicks against you and you suddenly can’t think, every single name you could think to call him slipping from your grasp as he continues to lick and suck at you.

Pulling back, he says, “I just thought…” reaching for the spoon again and dribbling more chocolate on you, over your other tit, “Since it’s Valentine’s and all…” his smile is evil and lust filled, “I should buy chocolate.”

“You’re supposed to buy me chocolate,” you complain.

“I did,”  he kisses along your skin, tongue licking at you. Mumbling a low, “And you taste delicious.”

“You’re– hah– teasing me,” you pout at him, legs wobbly as he continues to pour chocolate on you just to lick it away.

He doesn’t even bother denying it, “I am.”

Of course he’s teasing you, how could he not? The thing that Toji finds cutest in this world is when your eyes get glassy and you struggle to think straight because all your senses are being clouded by him. He’s relishing in your pleased moans and whines as he puts his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your skin just to make you shiver for him. Any and every reaction you can make he wants to pull from you, he wants to see just how much he can tease you.

“Have you– hah– had your fill?” he’s making you impatient, your thighs rubbing against each other pitifully.

One of his hands is groping your tit, his mouth on the other. Barely willing to part to answer you, “Of you?” His tongue flicks against your nipple, “Never.”

You give him your best begging look, eyes pleading with him to stop teasing. You could verbally beg him and it’d probably be easier but it’d give him a kind of satisfaction you don’t think he deserves. Not after he stole flowers from someone’s garden.

As he looks at you, you can almost see his cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink from the way you’re looking at him. He curses under his breath, “Stop looking at me like that,” he frowns, knowing he’s already been bested, “Fine, you win.”

“And what’s my prize– ah!–” Suddenly you’re lifted in the air and hauled over Toji’s shoulder.

He stomps through the house quickly, “A good fuck.”

“You’re so crude,” you mumble at him.

“You don’t seem to mind when I’m stuffing you full of my dick,” he counters.

He drops you onto the bed, watching your tits jiggle from the fall. Smirk plastered on his face as he leers at you.

“Why are you so huffy?” you cross your arms over your chest.

Toji can’t tell you that he’s mad about you getting him to fold with a single look, so instead he replies, “Because… you’re still wearing pants.”

“Hmmm…” you hum curiously, easily slipping out of them. Already knowing why he’s really frustrated when you look up at him in the same way as before, “Is that better?”

His teeth clench, nearly grinding them. You make him feel so weak for you and he doesn’t feel it’s fair, “You’re getting to be too sly.”

“You think?” Blinking up at him before adding, “I wonder where I’d learn something like that?”

A grin on his face as his hands start working on ridding himself of his pants, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he repeats your words from earlier.

“I think hot… or maybe sexy?” You rest back on your palms as you watch him strip for you, deeply admiring the view.

Once he’s undressed, he moves in closer and grabs your face by your cheeks. Squeezing them together so that your mouth is in an exaggerated pout, “How about adorable?”

He lets go and you offer, “What about fuckable?”

“Well, that was never in question for me, doll.” He tilts his head at you, “Roll over.”

Easily rolling over onto your stomach for him, not even bothering to lift yourself onto your hands and knees. You’re choosing to test him and his patience instead. Unable to see when it happens but you just know he rolled his eyes at your literal interpretation of his words.  

A hand is planted on the bed by your head as he crawls over top of you, his other hand trailing its fingers up your side, tickling you. You squirm under him and that hand grips your hip, holding you still, “I thought you were begging for it earlier?”

“Did you hear me beg for it?” you retort.

His words are by your ear, smile in his voice, “Do you want me to make you beg for it?”

Worried he might actually follow through on that threat, you try goading him, “I was promised a good fuck for my win, or are you scared you can’t deliver?”

“You know…” he nuzzles against your face, “…This is only making me want to tease you more.” He ponders, “I wonder just how sexually frustrated I could make you…”

“Toji,” you whine at him.

“Tapping out already?” he chuckles at you, blowing cool air against your ear, “Where’d your fight go?”

You try raising your hips for him but he’s still got his hand on you, holding you down to the mattress, “Come on, Toji. Just give me what you promised.”

Moving back and away from your face to rest on his knees, taunting, “Did you hear me promise anything.” His hands are on your ass, groping and pulling at your cheeks. Whistling low when he pulls you apart for his greedy eyes to look at, “Aw, you’re so wet, doll.” His voice laced with faux pity.

“Can you do something to help?” You look back at him, his eyes preoccupied with staring shamelessly at your cunt.

His tongue licks over his lower lip, “I could think of a thing or two.”

The hands on your ass cheeks move to your hips, tugging you up swiftly. Your back immediately arching for him, putting yourself on lewd display without him even asking you too. A hand smooths over your back, following the indecent curve of your spine. You can tell he’s smug with how he hums at you.

“Be good for me now, hmm?” He slaps his dick against your cunt, grinning when your hips move back at him.

“That– hah– depends on youuu– Ah!–” He’d started slipping inside you while you were speaking, cutting your words off with a shameless moan.

A shudder runs through his body at the tight grip you have on him, “Oh, does it?”

Such a bastard, he knows damn well whatever you would’ve retorted with is lost when he’s slowly pushing inside you. Mind fuzzy and all you can focus on is the obscene way his cock stretches you open, beyond needy and turned on when you wriggle your hips back at him. Silently asking for more, words still failing you.

He stops you easily, holding you painfully still, “Give yourself– hah– a second, doll”

You always forget just how much of him there really is to take when he first gets inside you, something he doesn’t forget which is why he’s always begging you to pace yourself. His eyes rolling in pleasure with how hot you are around him, pulsing rhythmically, he really must’ve gotten to you earlier. The thought brings a satisfied smirk to his face.

Finding your voice only to say, “Hah– More.”

“You– hnn– need to wait,” he continues to hold you steady despite your protests.

“Don’t wanna.”

He gracefully gives you another couple inches, “I should play with your tits more often if it’s gonna make you this fuckin needy.”

“Don’t– hnn– don’t talk,” his voice is making your insides twist, if he’s not gonna fuck you full right now then he needs to shut up.

“Why? Don’t like the sound of my voice?” he leans down closer to you, just so he can speak right into your ear, “Or do you like it too much?”

You bite out, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he bites the tip of your ear, snickering at the way you shudder under him. He gives you another couple inches, “You should tell me you love me; it is Valentine’s Day after all.”

Taking a measured breath in and out before replying to him, “I’ll– hngh!– love you when you put it all the way in.”

“I love you,” he purrs into your ear.

You’re already so on edge and he’s only being cruel now. “Hnn– I lo– ah!– ngh!–” Just as you’re about to tell him you love him as well; he thrusts into you completely. Your voice coming out as a shocked moan as you stammer around words that are unsalvageable.

“Hmm? Don’t think I– hah– quite caught that, doll,” his pelvis is flush to your ass, not moving.

Too busy trying to keep your wits about you to say anything snarky back to him, already on the verge of cumming with just how worked up he got you. Taking deep breaths as you try to focus on anything other than the way he’s stuffing you full, or his voice next to you.

Unfortunately for you, Toji catches on quick to what you’re struggling with and now he’s way too interested in getting you to finish like this. “You already gonna cum, doll?”

You shake your head at him as best you can, denying his accusation vehemently but with how you’re pulsing around him he knows you’re lying. A hand trails up your body and reaches around to your front, groping at your tit boldly. “You’re such a liar,” a breathless laugh leaving him. “Pretty pussy so snug around me,” he huffs, “Begging to get fucked.”

It’s such an effort to get out a simple, “B– be– hngh!– quiet, Toji.”

“Why should I?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers, “I love you.”

Whole body tensing as you cum around his dick, the low timbre of his voice as he told you he loved you again doing you in. Body twitching and spasming under him as you barely manage to bite back your moans. Your feet kicking against the mattress as you ride it out, not able to do much else.

An absolutely delightful sight for Toji, you’re cumming around him after he’s only just gotten balls deep and murmured a few words to you. Shockingly easy to get you to finish and he’s going to remember this about you until his last breath. He wants to move so bad but he’s not trying to kill you, the amount of self-control he has to summon for this moment is actively driving him crazy. You’re all whiny under him, squirming and jolting from your come down and he wants nothing more than to fuck you until you cry from how good he’s making you feel.

He presses kisses to your shoulder, “Are you still here?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out an affirmative. A strangled sound leaves you when he bites into your shoulder, the abruptness jolting you back to reality in a single moment. “Whyyy?”

Another kiss is pressed over the fresh mark, “Use your words next time.”

“…Bossy.”

“You seem fine now,” he chuckles.

Barely given a moment to register his declaration before he’s pulling out, the heavy drag of his cock making all your limbs tingle pleasantly. His thrust back into you is harsh and quick, jolting your whole body, head suddenly up in the clouds with how sensitive you still are. Clawing at the bed below for some kind of grounding, mouth slackened as you moan shamelessly.

The wet sounds of him fucking into you filling your ears, unable to register much of anything but that. Damn near drooling onto the bedding below as his tip abuses your cervix over and over, and despite how fucked dumb he’s already got you; you’re trying to arch into him more. Something that Toji finds incredibly endearing, lifting himself back and up to have a better view of you below him.

His hand presses into your back, “What’s– hnn– wrong, doll? What’s got you– hah– fuck– so needy today?”

He’s always asking you questions when he knows you’re in no state to answer coherently, turning your face into the bed, trying to stifle your moans and hide the tears that are threatening to fall. Something that Toji isn’t going to let you do, a grumble coming from behind him as he reaches out and turns your head back to how it was. A hand stays on the back of your neck, not letting you hide from him again.

“Where do ya think you’re going, doll?” his smile is big as he spots the tears in your lash line.

You want to shake your head at him but can’t manage it with the hand on the back of your neck. Lower lip trembling with your pleasure, eyes almost completely unseeing as the tears cloud your field of vision. He’s hitting so deep and you feel so full – it’s too good – especially with how you just came.

“Ah, you’re so pretty right now,” he compliments you. “I’m– hnn– gonna move my hand but you’re gonna stay like that for me aren’t ya?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out before remembering his earlier words, “Y– hng!– ye– yeah”

“Good.” He pulls his hand back off your neck, both now on your hips.

Adjusting you how he pleases and then knocking out what little breath was left in your lungs with the increase in his pace. This is what he wanted, to be able to see all of you from above. Revelling in the way your greedy cunt sucks him back in every time he goes to pull out, cock coated obscenely in your slick. The bed no doubt a huge mess below the pair of you, he knows you’ll be embarrassed about it later and he’ll be teasing you for it.

In love with how messy you get when he fucks you, just more evidence of how responsive you are to him. Eyes stuck on the way he disappears inside you, dick pulling out shiny with how wet you are. Already having creamed around him, white ring around the base of himself. His eyes nearly roll at it all, he’s so unbelievably turned on that he feels like he’s gone feral. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, wanting to see more, he’s shameless as he leers at your pussy struggling to take all of him.

With how fast he’s slamming into you, you can feel your orgasm building quickly again, “Toji! Slow– hah– slow down– hng!– ah!– I’m gonna c– cum– hah– again!”

“Good,” he grits out, trying to focus on not blowing his load right now, “Cum again, doll– hngh– fuckin coat me in it.”

It doesn’t even take another thirty seconds before you’re cumming all over him, chest stuttering with broken moans as another orgasm rocks through you. Feeling so much more now with the way he continues fucking into you, not letting you rest like he did before.

His hands grip at you desperately, watching you come undone beneath him almost very nearly breaking his mind. He finds you so cute as you mumble out his name over and over, your body jerking with the aftershocks running through you.

Your voice cuts through him when you murmur out, “I– hngh– love you, Toji.”

An involuntary shudder spiking through his body as he cums abruptly, the suddenness of it shocking him. Brain lagging behind his body, cumming before he realises it and when he does, he’s slamming his hips into you and holding there. Grinding into you to ride out his high, wanting you to be stuffed full even after he pulls out.

After he’s come down some, he reluctantly pulls himself from you but only because he knows your body has to be aching. His hands laying you gently back onto the bed, hovering closer to your face to check on you. Finger coming up to wipe a tear from your eye, you blink lazily up at him, eyes glassy and fucked out.

“I love you,” he kisses your cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Toji,” you mumble out hoarsely, after a beat adding, “I can’t believe you stole those flowers…”

𝒂.𝒏. this one took me longer to get out then i planned apologies !! i ended up reading and youtubemaxxing MY BAD </3 ilyasm !! VALENTINES ISNT OVER UNTIL I SAY SO❣️

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Invincible x Reader

cw: f!superhero reader, pregnant reader, repeat: very pregnant reader, heterosexual sex, pregnant sex, fingering, slight body dysmorphia language, general fluff & cuteness

wc: 2K

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“And in other news, catastrophe came to downtown when an apartment building caught fire earlier this afternoon. Luckily, Invincible was on site to help subdue the blaze along with local fire & rescue teams. Thanks to the efforts of our local heroes and superhero, no one was seriously injured. Now over to Susan Storm for the weather…”

You sigh as you turn off the TV and stare into the blank screen. You wish you were out there. Saving the city with everyone else instead of cooped up here. “Don’t forget, I’m pretty cool too.” You mutter at your round, very pregnant stomach.

It wasn’t like your pregnancy was ‘unplanned’. You and Mark had been talked about having a family just….not right now. With everything going on, and the two of you only just getting married, you thought this was a kick-the-can-down-the-road conversation for another day. Apparently, the universe had other plans, and all of a sudden you were pregnant with your first child.

Again, not a huge issue. Though not totally planned it was a happy surprise. Mark was ecstatic. Picking you up and spinning you around in the air when he heard the news. The only ‘problem’ was being pregnant didn’t really go together with superhero work. Once everyone found out, you were put on restrictive duty. Then when you started showing you were basically shunted away like one of those women in a period drama you had been reading these past few weeks with nothing to do. It was humiliating, and annoying.

“I’m home!”

You crane your head back as far as it would go over the couch to see Mark fly in. In his casual clothes, all smiles, and a to-go bag in hand. “I got you your favorite!”

“Awww! Thanks!” It warmed your heart to know he was thinking about you. Even with everything he had going on. “Like I need more snacks though. I’m already big as a house.”

“Nah. Don’t say that. You’re beautiful.” Mark insisted. Leaning in to give you a kiss before he sat on the couch beside you. Draping your legs across his lap. “How was your day?”

“Fine. This.” You told him as you gestured towards the couch. This heavily pregnant with the baby due soon, you basically picked a spot to sink into and that was that for the day. “Rudy gave me some schematics that he said he needed some help, but I think he’s just placating me.”

Mark chuckled. “I don’t think Rudy has that in him. He probably just wants you to feel like your still part of the team.”

“Oh yeah. Look out it’s ‘Beached Whale Girl’.” You sigh and flop your head back against the couch. “Being pregnant sucks.”

“Come on. It’s not that bad.”

You lift your head up to glare at Mark. “Heard about your daring rescue today downtown.”

“Oh? That? Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood. Not a big deal.”

“At least you get to do something. I’m just stuck here all day, bored out of my mind and doing Rudy’s paperwork.”

“I can think of something we can do.” Mark’s hand rubbed against your calf. “If you’re still bored.”

You arch a brow at Mark. Taking in his bashful smile and suggestive look. “Seriously?”

“You said you were super horny recently.” You wouldn’t put it that way but, yes, you had been. Obviously being a woman you had no idea what it was like to be a teenage boy going through puberty, but you had to assume that it was something like this. Constantly thinking about sex or rubbing up against things to get some friction off. Shit…what if you had a boy. Was this going to be your life in 12-15 years? “If you don’t want to that’s fine. We can watch a movie too.”

“I didn’t say that.” You told Mark. “It’s just…do you want to?”

“I mean yeah. Who doesn’t want to have sex with a hottie?” Oh shit…seems that ‘teenage brain’ last a bit longer that 12-15 years. God help you.

“You’re not like grossed out?” Though it was probably all in your head, it felt like you were ever expanding at this point. You felt five times bigger than you did last week when the two of you had sex, so maybe the appeal wasn’t there anymore. Plus you hadn’t showered yet today.

Mark just scoffed with a smile as he leaned over the couch to kiss you. “Don’t say that. You’re beautiful.”

His lips connect with yours and you instantly let Mark in. He smelled like soap. So, he must have showered before he came home, and yet there was still a lingering scent of smoke in his hair from the fire earlier. Musky and dangerous.

You moan softly into the kiss and adjust as much as you could to lay comfortably on the couch and let Mark lay on top of you between your legs. His hands bracing on either side of you on the soft material to not crush you or the baby.

“Do you want to move to the bedroom?” You ask Mark when the two of you finally broke apart from kissing. “Not sure how much more this old couch could take.”

The couch was fine. You were just being self-conscious on your current size. Maybe Mark sensed this, or perhaps it was just his usual chivalrous nature, but he just grinned, got off the couch, and then lifted you in his arms with ease. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He gave you another peck and then flew off to the bedroom to lay you down on the bed. Looking up at Mark you could see an almost overwhelming look of love and devotion on his face. It made your insides tingle.

“It’s not fair you get to wear the same clothes through all this.” You ‘scold’ as Mark divested himself of his pull over and pants while you were struggling to take off your top that was once your comfy shirt turned fitted tee.

Mark just laughed. “Tell you what. Next time, I’ll put on 20 pounds too so we’ll both look the same.”

You arch your brow at the comment of ‘next time’ but do not have a chance to ask as Mark slid up across the bed to kiss you again. You moan loudly this time into the kiss. No longer distracted with falling off the couch and feeling completely safe in Mark’s arms.

His hands run over your body. Lightly callused from fighting and work. The sensation making you shutter. One hand slid up to your breast and palmed it in his hand. The touch caused you to moan obscenely loud. Your breasts had been incredibly sensitive the past few days, and sore with the new weight on them. Having them touched, getting the weight off your chest even just a little, felt amazing.

“That feel good baby?” Mark asked. Voice hot & heavy as he kissed the corners of your mouth and jaw.

You let out a helpless little, “yeaahh…” and arch your back to press your chest into his hand further for more attention.

Mark slid down, kissing your neck along the way, to press his lips along the sides of your swollen breasts. Soft and gentle. Like butterfly kisses almost. While he worked on your breasts you felt another hand touch your thigh and slide up. Your legs immediately part for him. Almost whimpering for his touch as you waited for his fingers to make contact. “Mark please….”

Your hero of course doesn’t leave you hanging. His fingers make quick work of the boy shorts you had been wearing around the house. Where they went and what happened to them you didn’t really care. All you cared about was Mark touching you and when you finally felt his fingers against your apex your back nearly bowed. “Oh my God…!”

At your persistent cry, Mark’s fingers became more insistent. Usually, he would work up to two fingers inside you, but with how needy you were being and how wet & open your pussy was, he must have felt confident to just go ahead. Burying them inside you while his thumb rubbed your clit. “Fuck babe. You’re so wet…feel like you’re gonna swallow my hand.”

“Mmmm….Mark…!” You just moan. Indeed feeling your walls tighten around his fingers with urgency. “Put your dick in me!”

“That’s no way for a mother to talk.” He teased as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimper in your mind at the loss but still have the sense to glare playfully at him and tell him, “Mother fucker.”

Mark laughed and God how you loved that sound. You hoped your kid got his laugh. He scooted back on his knees and used what juices he had collected on his hand to lube up his cock. “Can you roll over for me?”

The request left you a little confused, but you do as he said. “There. Right there. That’s perfect.” He said as you moved to lay on your side and Mark came up behind you to spoon before sticking a pillow under your stomach. “I read that this will be a little easier on your back this time and help with the pressure.”

“You read?” You repeated, looking over your shoulder at Mark, who blushed and kind of sheepishly shrugged. God how you loved this man. If you could get pregnant twice right now you would. “Well, let’s put your research to work.”

Mark gave a little groan and leaned over to kiss you while you craned your neck back. He moved your leg up and slid his dick between your thighs. You moan into Mark’s mouth as you felt the head of his cock bump against your entrance and then slide past. The hard lines of him frottaging against your pussy and getting slick. “Mmmm…Mark…Please….”

He pulled back again and properly slipped his cock inside you. It goes in easy but you still gasp as you finally got what you wanted. “Oh fuck..!” Mark held your leg back as he thrust into you. Slow and shallow. You grip the sheets with your hands tight. Moaning and panting while Mark fucked you from behind. “It feels so good….”

“You feel so good…” Mark groaned back. Panting against your ear. The hard lines of his chest pressed against your back.

His teeth nip at your ear and you shutter. “D-Don’t…!”

“Why? Are you gonna cum baby?” He did it again as he teased you, his hand sliding down from your thigh holding your leg to your juicy center. Fingers finding your clit and rubbing it, making quick work of you to orgasm.

“M-Mark!” You sputter as you convulse around him. White noise filling your ears as stars dance behind your eyes.

You come back just in time to hear Mark cum too, a tale-tell low grunt, and his hips slowed with his cock buried inside you. The two of you laid there for a moment, sweaty and spent, before Mark kissed your shoulder and pulled back. “How was that?”

“You have to ask?” You tease him. Then roll over to your other side, with some effort, to cuddle your husband. “Amazing. And, yes, the pillow really helped.” Mark grinned and kissed your nose with pride.

Below, you felt the baby kick in your stomach. Seeming to realize that its disturbance was now over, and they had some things to say about it. “Yeah, yeah…” You coo at them as you rub your belly. “I need a shower. Or a bath.” That would probably calm them down. “Do you think my takeout is still good?”

“I can heat it up for you while you take your bath.” Mark offered.

You grin and lean up to kiss him. “You are just too good to me.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? You make it easy.”

Mark then got up to start the tub for you before reheating your food. You sat there, contented. Some day soon you would return to taking care of the world’s problems and fighting crime. But, for now, it was nice to be the one taken care of.

[bunni-v1]

relating to your last ask that included arguments between shadow milk and his lover, i cannot get the following picture out of my head:

his doll, while a bit (a bit more) off-put by the whole truthless recluse situation, is very much "whatever, their soul jam, their business" about it

however-

what grinds their gears is the fact that kids (aka the gingerbrave gang) are involved

i can just imagine them going off on shadow milk like "listen, i get it, your plans but they are kids. literal children?? keep them out of this-" "no, doll, listen, they're scheming kids-"

ik this isn't really an ask, but i just wanted to share it :)) love your writing, you're amazing, and your shadow milk headcanons live rent free in my brain (actually i am paying them-)

Lolololol (Feel like a mysmes character typing ts... okay), I guess we can say this is ur rent. I'm happy for your payment though, it's good food for thought my love! Have a little midnight snack as a treat!

Just imagine you're someone who's more compassionate. It's something that Shadow Milk Cookie cherishes about you... when it's directed at him. You're always worrying over him and his little henchmen, Candy Apple especially since she's so young. It's annoying, but it's sweet how much you dote on them, and he can't say he dislikes the idea of you in a more parental role...

It becomes an issue when those little pests come around. You've never nosed your way into his business at all, leaving things between him and Pure Vanilla to be what they are. He prefers it like that, keeping you out of trouble was always a positive on his mind. Oh, but then those cute little annoying snotty nosed brats come along and ruin everything.

It wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't overheard him threaten to drown them. It not like he was actually going to, he was just poking at Truthless Recluse, that's all. You didn't take it though, you were all kinds of pissed off at him.

He thinks it's a silly thing to be upset about, you know he didn't care enough about those kids to do much of anything to them. Yet, you remain upset, even after things are done and Compassionate Pure Vanilla has TEMPORARILY taken him and his plans down. It stumps him, he can't possibly wrap his mind around what's gotten into you. Such a small insignificant act is nothing compared to half of what you've seen him do.

When you refuse to say more than a few words to him, he starts to worry. What did he do wrong? Well, you told him, but why was it so bad this time? The best answers come from the source, of course, but getting it out of you might be a little harder than he likes.

"Doll? Dolly? Little star? Won't you talk to me?" He pouts, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

You might've teased him if you weren't so upset now. You keep your nose upturned, doing your best not to crack under his relentless pressure. He could be so persistent about these things, and normally you would give, but he'd crossed a line this time. You didn't mess around with children, and he should've known better.

A drawn-out sigh comes from behind you, "Are you still upset about the drowning thing? It was all in good fun I promise! Nothing to worry your pretty little head over!"

He didn't know better, though. For the former fount of knowledge -- and someone who could literally read minds if he wanted to -- he was terribly unaware sometimes. It made you so angry, and you felt bad for being angry because he really didn't get it.

"They're just insignificant little kids, it's a silly thing to be angry about." He continues, and oh that gets a reaction out of you.

You turn around to face him, the boredom in his expression only making that anger bubble up more and more. You really can't hold it in anymore.

"Exactly, they're kids! Just kids, they don't have any stake in this. Why couldn't you let well enough alone for once!" You shout, and it feels so good to get out. Pettiness aside, you'd wanted to get it through his head since this all started.

You watch his face shift through surprise and annoyance and then flatten into an unreadable expression. It was unsettling to see, especially pointed in your direction. Still, you tried to stand your ground, though you'd never felt so small next to him. He lets the silence linger in a purposeful move, you're not sure why. It keeps you on edge the whole time, unable to tell what his next move might be.

"Dolly, they were in my way, I had no choice-" He starts, but you've had enough of the manipulation and sitting quietly.

"What threat are children to you?" Your voice breaks halfway through the sentence, tears you didn't realize were building pouring over your cheeks, "You are so frustrating sometimes. In what universe would I ever be alright with hurting children? Sometimes it's like you don't even know me!"

You don't realize he's in front of you until he's lifting your face in his hand with uncharacteristic gentleness. His face is still flat, but you see the worry shining behind his eyes.

"Y'know you shouldn't lie to the literal embodiment of deceit," He says quietly as he brushes your tears away.

You know you shouldn't, but you laugh a little at that, "I'm sorry. I'm just upset."

"No, really?"

"You don't get to joke around right now," you scoff with a halfhearted shove at his shoulder.

He hums, leaning into your vision so you have to look at him, "It's making you smile, though."

"Shadow Milk Cookie."

"Okay, okay. I get the message," He backs off, "Just don't cry anymore, please?"

You smile, "Maybe if you promise not to involve those kids more than you have to, please?"

He seems to think it over like it was a hard decision. He doesn't think much longer when you flatten a glare on him, "Alright, it's a promise! You can look at my fingers, they're not crossed either! I'll keep my word!"

You scoff at him, "What do I see in you?"

"My charm and wit, of course!" He puffs up like a proud cat, the usual grin back on his face.

"Just kiss it better you dummy!"

"Whatever you ask for, you shall receive, my little star!"

And kiss it better he does, until you can hardly remember why you were so mad at him to begin with.

[ariahmichelle]

Fake It Till You Feel It- Part 4

Rafe Cameron x Reader Series

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Summary: You see your ex with a new girl wrapped around him after he told you “wasn’t ready for a relationship” after you had slowly started to fall for him. The betrayal stings. Rafe Cameron is dealing with his own issue—Amelia, a girl who refuses to take the hint that he’s not interested. One night you impulsively pretend to be Rafe’s girlfriend to get her to back off. To your surprise, it works. You also notice Alex looking pissed. This starts to become an unspoken routine between you when either Alex or Amelia are around. Simple right? However, longer this goes on, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s not.

Part 4- Two Can Play This Game

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Since the night you saved Rafe from Amelia, things between you had shifted. Subtly at first—more texts, more inside jokes, more excuses to see each other.

Random late-night drives. Ice cream runs. Arguments over which flavor was superior.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just part of the game.

But the problem was, it felt real.

Rafe: Change of plans. Party at one of the Kildare U guys’ houses @8. You’re not gonna make me pick you up looking like shit, are you?

You: I never look like shit, Rafe :))

Rafe: Nah, you don’t. That’s the problem.

You stared at his text a second longer than necessary, your stomach twisting in a way you didn’t care to examine.

It was just Rafe being Rafe. He was a flirt. This was routine.

And yet, Paige didn’t seem convinced.

“You sure you’re not in over your head?” she asked from where she lay on your bed, watching as you swiped lip gloss over your lips.

You rolled your eyes. “I told you—it’s just a game.”

“Right,” she drawled, twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger. “Except you’re losing.”

You scoffed. “I’m not losing anything.”

Paige arched a perfectly manicured brow. “You’re catching feelings, babe.”

Your stomach clenched. “No, I’m not.”

She just gave you a knowing look. “You sure about that?”

You grabbed your purse, ignoring her completely as you walked out the door.

—

Rafe’s car was already idling in your driveway, and the second you stepped outside, he leaned out the driver’s side window, smirking.

“Took you long enough,” he called.

“You were early,” you shot back, climbing into the passenger seat.

He hummed like he was considering that. “Or maybe I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse quickened anyway.

“Oh hi, Paige, it’s great to see you.” Paige mocked from the back seat before huffing dramatically. “You two are insufferable.”

Rafe just grinned as he backed out of your driveway. “Missed you too, Paige.”

—

The party was already in full swing when you arrived. The beach house was buzzing with music and the scent of alcohol, the ocean waves faint in the background.

And from the moment you stepped inside, you felt eyes on you.

You knew why.

Word had gotten around. People were still adjusting to the fact that you and Rafe Cameron were apparently a thing.

But one person, in particular, wasn’t adjusting well.

Alex.

He was near the kitchen, arms crossed, his stare heavy as he watched you walk in—watched the way Rafe’s hand instinctively settled on your waist.

You weren’t sure why it made your stomach tighten. Maybe because, for once, you were the one who had the upper hand.

“You want a drink?” Rafe murmured near your ear.

“Yeah.”

Without another word, he laced his fingers through yours and led you toward the kitchen—deliberately making sure Alex saw every second of it.

Rafe leaned against the counter, still holding your hand, his fingers idly tracing along your skin. He grabbed a beer, twisting the cap off effortlessly before passing it to you.

“You look good tonight,” he said, voice just low enough that only you could hear.

Your breath hitched.

You forced yourself to play it cool, taking a sip of your drink. “You told me not to look like shit, remember?”

Rafe smirked. “Guess I did.”

And then—

“Didn’t know you two were a thing.”

Alex’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, and when you turned, his gaze was already locked onto you, unreadable.

You lifted a shoulder. “Guess you’ve been too busy to notice.”

Alex’s jaw twitched. “Since when?”

“Does it matter?” Rafe cut in smoothly. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, fingers skimming the bare skin just above your skirt. “You had your chance, didn’t you?”

Alex’s knuckles whitened around his drink. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Rafe let out a quiet chuckle, clearly enjoying this. “It means you told her you weren’t ready. So, what? You thought she’d just sit around waiting for you?”

Alex’s entire body was coiled tight. His blue eyes flicked to yours, searching.

“I think,” he said carefully, “it’s interesting that you—of all people—suddenly have feelings for her.”

There it was. The challenge. The silent accusation that this was all just a game.

And maybe it was.

But not in the way Alex thought.

Rafe grinned. “What can I say? Guess I’ve got good taste.”

You almost choked on your drink.

Alex’s stare burned into you, waiting—hoping—for some kind of hesitation.

But you didn’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you turned to Rafe, tilting your head up at him with a sweet smile. “Wanna dance?”

Rafe barely hesitated. “Thought you’d never ask.”

And just like that, he was leading you away, leaving Alex behind—standing there, fists clenched, looking like he wanted to punch something.

—

The moment you were far enough from Alex, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Jesus Christ.”

Rafe laughed, low and smug. “That was fun.”

You shot him a look. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” He smirked, unrepentant. “But you can’t tell me you didn’t.”

You bit your lip, unwilling to admit how satisfying it had been to watch Alex seethe.

“Still,” you muttered. “You didn’t have to go so hard.”

“Yes, I did.”

His voice was quieter this time, more serious.

You looked up, and something in his expression had shifted.

He wasn’t grinning anymore.

The teasing was gone.

But as fast as it went, it was back.

“Relax princess, gotta make it believable.” He grinned placing a hand on your lower back, almost too low.

Your heart is pounding, but you keep your expression calm, shifting your hand so your fingers trail over his chest watching the way his smirk falters slightly.

Two can play this game.

You lean into him slightly, lowering your voice. “Careful, Cameron, if you keep this up,” you whisper. “You might actually start to like me.”

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Just wanted to show a lil more of their dynamic in this part but the next part is going to be longer and definitely exciting 👀

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[fandomluver-101]

Piltover was always "disability and deformity is for the poor" coded. That's why even the blink and miss it portrayal of Jayce as the Man of Progress always caught my attention. They show the side of his face that lacks a the scar. None of the posters or blimps show him head on. And yeah, not a disability, but I genuinely think Piltovans are likely to treat any imperfection like it is one. And if you don't cover it up, if you CAN'T cover it up, they avoid you.

It also makes me look at Zaun and take note of how there's inclusion in a number of ways. You can't climb these stairs, take the lift or ramp around the corner. You're missing an arm or leg, here's a new one. You're physically disabled, there are ways to be someone of note or power, it isn't something shameful.

It's interesting seeing Silco make his whole Eye of Zaun motif around his disability and then we cut to Piltover and have Shoola gilding her "deformity" in a way that actually distracts from it. Gold is common in Piltover, it's on everything and everyone. If not for that sliver of scarred skin visible on her face, one would think it was a stylist choice and not a means to hide away.

And even the contrast of Chross, who is wheelchair bound even if they barely show it, and Salo. In Zaun, Chross being in a wheelchair is a nonfactor. But had he remained in Piltover, he would deal with the shaming and avoidance Salo deals with. It wouldn't be something that just EXISTS - it would be a trait out of his control used as a means to demean him.

Even looking at canes in Piltover versus in Zaun. Piltovan canes are all aesthetic and minimal function. Jayce likely made the cane Viktor used, but it is so uncomfortable in design, more pretty than functional because that's likely how canes are made. But you look towards Zaun, even at Viktor's old canes made of crap materials and you notice that they priorize function and comfort over aesthetic.

And Renni? What Piltovan would wear anything that revealed they had health issues!? Poor health and disability are "poor" traits, Undercity traits, and the ableism that comes from that makes too much sense for comfort. It could've been used so much better in the story, but nope. It's just set dressing.

The intrinsic insidious ableism in Piltover that Salo acknowledges in his scene with Lest, talking about Pilties averting their eyes at the sight of him and such makes me inclined to believe that the reason Shoola had that gold piece covering her scarred/damaged eye is to not only hide her imperfection/flaw/disabiltiy(?) but to cover it with a symbol of her wealth and station.

(Also I'm choosing to actively believe that her eyes been impaired in some capacity because thats interesting and it suits my agenda)

[hitoshitoshi]

I Love You More Than You Know [Caleb X Fem!Reader 18+]

CW: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, smut, dubcon, dubious morality, training, incest, praise, rough to soft sex, abandonment issues, angst, grinding, cunnilingus, oral sex, inappropriate use of EVOL -- DO NOT READ IT IF YOU'RE NOT INTO DEAD DOVE FICS. You've been warned.

Summary: Big bro Caleb's a big meanie in bed and he uses his evol on his cute little sister!

WC: 1257 words.

“Oh fuck, baby… just like that.”

Caleb’s eyes rolled back as he groaned, his voice was husky and rough against your ear as he pressed the tip of your cock against your folds—the fabric of your cute little panties damp and clinging to you. He could see the outline of his cock through the thin material that was glistening more and more with each rut of his hips. He wanted to rip the fabric away—to bury himself deep inside of you and to feel your cunny clench around him.  Caleb closed his eyes as his breath hitched. He smeared his pre-cum against your cunny as his fat tip caught onto your entrance as he gripped your hips and dug his fingers into your soft flesh, bending you over as he kept grinding against you.

There was something so hot about all of this—something that turned Caleb on so much… but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly that made his tip leak so much. Was it how you were so pliant under him while he was bending you in half? Or was it the fact that you were letting out the sweetest mewls while your face was flushed—all wet and ready for him? 

Or was it because even after all these years of fucking you—training his dear little sister’s cunny to take each and every inch of him, training you to seek that pleasure high, and teaching you to depend on him and him only to get you off and getting wet to the sight of them—that he’s finally made the perfect cockslut for him.

—-

It definitely wasn’t easy at first, you were so young and innocent—he had to plan it al out perfectly so that you were addicted to him at first touch; so much so that you would need him like your body depended on it to live.

Caleb was so gente,  whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making sure that it was both intimate and light, making you giggle with each soft kiss that he pressed upon your skin. He wanted to make it so that your giggles turned into begging—begging him to touch you so that it would just be your big brother Caleb doing you a favor. He was just making you feel good, so why would he ever get into trouble if he was just helping his sweet little sister out, right? 

If only you saw through your fluttering eyes—the smirk on Caleb’s face the first time he kissed your cunny; how you let out the prettiest whimper; your hips subconsciously bucking up to meet his lips—that’s when he knew he had you hooked.

Caleb hummed against your clit, “Mmm, that feels good, right?” He chuckled as he felt another roll of your hips against his lips as he continued, “Such a good girl… yeah? Your big brother’ll make you feel so good… Just promise not to tell anyone, okay? They’ll be jealous of us and won’t let up play anymore, and you don’t want that, right?”

Before you could even shake your head no, Caleb reeled it in even more as he hooked your thighs tighter around his neck. Caleb alternated between flattening his tongue and flicking it against your clit as he lapped at your sopping wet pussy like a starving man that hasn’t eaten in days. He knew he won when he heard your innocent breathy whines… whines that promised him that you wouldn’t tell anyone and how you wanted to feel whatever pleasure he made you feel even more.

—

“Mmfh.. Please, ah-please, Caleb… wan-” You let out desperate whines as you tried lifting your hips up so that Caleb’s cock could finally sink into your ready pussy after sooo long of him just fucking his cock between your lips. But unfortunately, it was futile because your big bro Caleb was just so big and strong that he held you bent in half, not letting you do anything. 

Caleb let out an ‘aw’ as he tapped his cockhead against your clit, letting out an amused huff as he mocked you, “‘Wan?’ C’mon, use your big girl words. ‘m not givin’ you what you ‘wan’ unless you tell me it.”

He was always like this—so mean to you whenever you two were in bed. Sometimes it made you question what happened to the Caleb outside of bed. Caleb would always spoil you with whatever you want, so why was it that he was always so, so mean at times like these?!

“Caleb! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I don’t need you to get me off y’know?” You whined as you tried batting at Caleb’s arm, until you couldn’t.

You shouldn’t have said that.

Not at all.

Caleb suddenly used his evol to keep you exactly in the position he wanted you in; legs stuck on top of his shoulders with your arms  stuck on top of the bed, unable to lift anything up. There was a shift in Caleb’s eyes—one that you’ve barely seen fully; it was a look that told you that you probably should’ve listened to him and told him what you wanted instead of resorting to being childish… but you couldn’t help it. You were hot and needy and he should’ve been a good big brother and given you what he’s always given you. His cock. 

But unfortunately for you, the words have already left your lips, and all the air was knocked out of your lungs as Caleb sunk his cock sharply into your cunny. You wanted him deep inside of you, right? And that’s what you got. His pace was relentless as he thrusted deeply as he closed his eyes, letting out quiet grunts as he just concentrated on fucking you. 

He was too deep into his mind to even enjoy the moans and the feeling of you wrapped around him. He hated what you said—truly. The thought of you hating him… the thought of you not needing him anymore… It terrified him. He couldn’t imagine life without his dear little sister, and the thought of you needing someone else—replacing him with someone else—Caleb gritted his teeth as he thrusted harder into you. 

Caleb desperately smashed his lips against yours, murmuring against your lips as his balls slapped your ass, “You don’t mean that, right? That you hate me and that you don’t need me?” 

Anyone in the world would see Caleb’s questions as something someone would ask before the other would get punished in bed, but you knew otherwise, even though you were completely blissed out, unable to say anything other than to shake your head from side to side, signalling to Caleb that your answer was a no. You loved your big brother a lot and knew that this was a moment of vulnerability. A side that only you got the privilege to see, and you weren’t about to ruin what the two of you had just because you were joking.

Caleb visibly relaxed once he got confirmation that you weren’t serious. He thrusted his hips faster as he was finally able to focus on the pleasure that you gave him. His desperate kiss turned soft and he gently caressed your lips with his tongue, his hips stilling as he came deep inside of your cunny. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and he would do anything for you.

Anything at all.

“I love you more than you know.”

A/N: First dead dove fic :3 Anyways, it's been a longgg long time since I've posted a fanfic, and I just had to go all out, really. Life's been busy, but I hope you all are doing well <3. Feel free to follow my twitter if you'd like if you wanna be moots!

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[sevikaslatinawife]

about the dynamic between Sevika and a plus sized reader, I would LOVE her comforting you about gaining happy relationship weight. Like reader is a bit insecure about gaining weight but Sevika just keeps reassuring her and telling her how good she looks etc :)

I’m actually obsessed with this so yes. Hope you enjoy!

Nothing but Curves III

Warnings: self-image issues, themes of insecurity, afab!reader, soft Sevika, mentions of meal skipping (briefly)

Please never skip meals or do anything that can cause your body any harm. If you ever have these thoughts, please seek help. You are loved, you are cherished, you are needed.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, throat tight at what you see. You’ve always been curvy, always bigger than your friends, but now?

Now it’s worse. You’ve put on more weight. Your thighs are fuller, your rolls are more prominent, your arms are larger, as well.

You were just going to take a bath while your girlfriend waits in the other room but now you’re frozen. Your eyes trailing every new cellulite and stretch mark, the bigger rolls, your more stuck-out belly.

Maybe I should skip some meals, you think to yourself. It’s not like I need them anyways.

“Angel?” Sevika’s voice is what’s snaps you back to reality. You turn to face he, trying to cross your arms and cover your naked form. As if she hasn’t seen it many times before. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you dismiss too quickly and watch her eyes narrow.

“Don’t lie to me,” She says, stepping closer until your back is pressed against the sink. Her voice is low and rough, signaling she doesn’t appreciate being lied to.

“Vika, really, it’s nothing. I-It’s stupid,” You laugh it off but even you can hear it’s fake.

Sevika sighs and tilts her head. “Really? You think I’m going to believe that?”

“It’s stupid,” You echo, dropping your gaze. It falls to her exposed lower abdomen, all tan skin and tight muscles.

It makes your stomach churn as you glance at yourself, the softness of your belly, the stretch marks around your bellybutton and hips. The roundness of your belly almost mocks you, making you feel worse.

“Baby,” Sevika’s voice cuts through the haze. Her metal finger hooking around your chin to tilt your eyes up to meet her own. “Talk to me, baby,” Her voice is soft, kind and it’s so unusual for her to sound this way.

It’s all it takes to break you.

“I-I’ve put on a few pounds,” You say simple. “Maybe…Maybe more than a few. I-I hadn’t noticed I let myself go so much,” Your voice cracks as you try to swallow past the lump in your throat.

“What?” Sevika’s face twists in confusion, her eyes scanning your body. You tighten your arms across your midsection, wanting to hide under the force of her gaze.

“You don’t have to say it. I know —“

“You look beautiful,” she says over your complaints, voice thick like molasses. “You know I find you beautiful.”

“But that was before —“

“That will never change,” She cuts you off again, eyes daring you to keep this up. “You could drop weight, gain it, lose a fucking limb, I don’t give a crap. You’re still you.”

“But —“

“No fucking buts or fucking ifs,” She grunts, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. “You’re my beautiful angel. I think you look ten times cuter than when we first met, doll.”

You blush against her mouth, kissing her softly. She pulls back to press a kiss to your temple.

“What is it that people call it?” She grumbles, arms wrapping around your naked body.

Your first instinct was to try and push her away when you felt her fingers sink into your fat. But it only lasts a second before you’re tentatively wrapping your arms around her, too.

“Relationship weight?” She asks, shrugging. “I don’t give a crap, you’re still fucking mine.”

You laugh and shake your head against her shoulder, tightening your arms around her. “Yours, love.”

Sevika smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Good girl. All mine, every delicious inch of you.”

You blush and bury your face into her shoulder. “So you don’t find me repulsive?”

“Repulsive?” She scoffs. “Hell no. More weight means more to love,” She laughs, throaty and deep. “Look at what you do to me. I’m saying the sappiest fucking shit.”

You laugh and kiss her jaw. “It was sappy but it was cute.”

“Yeah, don’t get too used to it,” She grumbles, kissing your hair. “Now, do you need company while you take your bath?”

You hear the suggestive tone and you blush. “Maybe I do.”

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Thank you Anon for leaving this for me to write! Wanna write more for this. Might make it a Drabble/series if people are interested.

Just need to sit down and write a master list for everything. I didn’t expect people to enjoy my writing so I’m really glad! ☺️

Leave any more requests if you have any! And Ty for 200 followers!

[matchalovertrait]

Seeing Caruso's new house and impressive kitchen brought out the envious side of Dulce. It's not an emotion that she's used to. She needs a kitchen suitable for a highly-skilled chef, but how was she supposed to get one now??? Her cookbook sales are at an all-time low, and her sponsorships are gone. What makes her more mad is that she doesn't know who to blame: Herself or Caruso? She's been building her brand ever since she was in middle school. The perfectly curated reputation was NOT easy for her to create. Clubbing had to be sacrificed once she hit a certain amount of followers! People tried to take pictures to make her look bad, but she was just trying to enjoy her youth. However, some things make it all worth it. Over the years, she gained more young fans, such as a little boy named Ash. The children warm her heart and they inspire her even more to someday open a cooking school for young chefs. And the thought of those kids believing all the lies Caruso has spread makes her stomach twist and turn.

Note: That magazine issue was made by deardiaryts4 :) I wasn't really brave enough to do something like that myself because I didn't know if Dulce being that famous seemed practical, so it gave me a boost of confidence for sure. It adds so much more realism to my story too. Thank you 💞

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DULCE: Wasn’t that awesome?

ANTONIO: You scared me half to death.

DULCE: Aw, you care about me?

ANTONIO: Well, I can’t do the mission on my own. Remember what Carlos and Tyson said.

DULCE: Obviously you can’t...

ANTONIO: Why do I feel like that wasn’t the first time you’ve thought you were a gymnast at a party?

DULCE: Because it’s not. It’s a trick I picked up back when I use to live it up at the club.

ANTONIO: Mhm...

DULCE: But I can’t really anymore. I have a reputation to maintain... promote “good values” or whatever, y’know?

[Dulce mentally recalled how a gossip magazine did a blurb about the court case. She shook her head. “Hmph, at least they picked a nice photo of me,” she thought.]

ANTONIO: Yes, that’s why you hired me. To fix your mess.

DULCE: And I can fire you just as easily, so don’t test me.

[”Oops, did I go too far with that? Maybe he knows I’m not being serious.”]

ANTONIO: Oh no, please don’t [sarcastic tone].

ANTONIO: But seriously, I’m sorry. I tried to get you but you were too far. Are you all right?

[Dulce turned around. Something caught her eye.]

ANTONIO: ...Hello?

DULCE: Sorry. I got distracted.

DULCE: What a space. Looks like he got his dream kitchen, with a nice walk-in pantry and everything.

[Antonio paused to think. He’s terrible with words outside of the courtroom. How does he find common ground with her? Does he bash on the kitchen? Does he agree?]

ANTONIO: ...I like the sleek shapes.

DULCE: I could’ve had a kitchen like this by now. This could’ve been all mine.

ANTONIO: You can’t possibly believe that.

DULCE: What?

ANTONIO: No, it couldn’t have been yours. You have a different tastes... no pun intended.

ANTONIO: Obviously it needs more purple, geometric shapes, and a much larger stove—all things you’d be getting once we’re out of this mess.

[Dulce wasn’t sure why, but his usage of “we’re” made her stomach do a flip.]

DULCE: Yeah, you’re right.

[shall-weplay]

Okay wow, because this is actually insane. I’ve been waiting for someone to speak up about this person before I spoke up on it because I figured maybe we just didn’t vibe and he didn’t care much for me which was fine and I moved on.

I’m 2017, bostonler was going to be in my area for work and we set up a session date, I went and did all the necessary prep work for this, all for him to LITERALLY blow me off the day of. He claimed the flight was cancelled, and I felt really bad but something told me he was just dodging me so I checked the flight tracker, and lo and behold the flight was never cancelled, or delayed.

Again, I completely let it go, because, maybe I just wasn’t his cup of tea, and it was honestly fine.

In February of 2022, he reached out to me on a random Tuesday night and told me he was in my area. When I got his message I suggested we get together. Well, unfortunately it was about a 2.5 hour drive from where I live and it was late. I still took a quick shower, and headed out. I guzzled an energy drink, and by the time I got to where he was, it had to have been about midnight. I was nervous, as I’m very shy in person, and hopped up on caffeine.

But, I was excited and we pretty much got started right away. The session lasted for literally fifteen minutes before he got up, sighed, and untied me. I looked at him and said “taking a break???” He said “no I’m done. It’s just way too frustrating how resilient you are. I don’t even really think you’re all that ticklish” And went to sleep.

I was upset, embarrassed, and honestly felt cheap and had a bit of an issue moving on from this. I ended up leaving at about 530 because I had to work the next day but thought it would be worth it.

He really seems like the kind of ler that just wants to break you in a matter of moments and if you’re not breaking, he throws in the towel.

Not a fun, fulfilling, or worthwhile experience.

Deceived by a Community Member

I was recently involved in an affair with @bostonler. I didn't knowingly participate in this. He told me he was single and looking for his 'lee. Over the course of a few weeks he said we were dating long distance, couldn't wait to take me out on our first date, and that I was his girl. We eagerly set up a session and a date for mid July.

I have evidence upon request but will remove any information that could dox either of us. I have nothing to hide and will send you any and all evidence to prove that this, in fact, happened.

He had been messaging me for months across different platforms before this but it wasn't until after a hectic period in my life ended that I started messaging back.

He flew from Chicago to Boston to go out with me and session together, only to completely blow off our date. Then his behavior changed overnight. Literally. The 2nd day of his visit he was distant, didn't make any effort to get to know me more, and even gave up while we were being intimate leaving me bewildered.

He wouldn't take ownership of his behavior. And in the following days his yellow flags turned red. His "roommate" that he never wanted to talk to me on the phone in front of was a massive flag. Turns out it was his girlfriend. The birthday celebration he went to that was his buddies? His birthday out with his girlfriend and friends.

Everything this man said was a lie. It didn't take long to track down his girlfriend and tell her everything, including photo evidence to prove the affair. Her friend and some others reached out to confirm my experience.

To say I feel deceived and hurt is an understatement. @bostonler deliberately gaslighted and manipulated me for his own gain. And then had the audacity to say that me reaching out to his girlfriend was dragging her through the mud. He was never apologetic about what he had done to me until I went off on him about how he was apathetic and remorseless, only upset that he got caught.

This is now the second man in the tickling community that's had an affair with me against my will.

I get that it moved fast. But it just felt right. And he told me what I wanted to hear to get content and experiences he wasn't getting with his girlfriend. His girlfriend never knew about his fetish or kinks, or that he has been attending play events without her knowledge.

For the safety of other community members, I wanted to let you know this man will lie to your face about anything and everything. That even though many of you vetted him from the Pittsburgh event, he isn't trustworthy. Is that really a person you want to trust being vulnerable in a session with? Is that behavior you want to condone in this community, where trust and consent are everything?

If you are someone that doesn't see a problem with his behavior, or if you want to remain neutral towards how damaging this is to the entire community due to a major breach of trust, then count yourself out of my circle and future sessions. Remember, Im the one who has no problem sharing all 517 screenshots of evidence. He won't.