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42. The Firefighter and the Nurse - Toji Fushiguro

*Synopsis: Toji is a firefighter; strong, handsome, calloused, and scarred. You are a nurse who works a lot of shifts and doesn't make time for yourself due to your hectic schedule. You meet Toji after he inhales a bit too much of the smoke from a fire he rescued a child from. Toji's a shameless flirt, and he can't help himself around such a pretty nurse that's 10 years his age difference.*

*Warning: age gap, smut, 18+, MDNI. Everyone is of legal age. Use of Y/N. Size kink, Toji is significantly bigger (no matter your true size, Toji is bigger lol.) Dirty talk, hair pulling, spitting. Toji shows you how to take care of yourself since you're stressed and overworked. It's important. A bar scene. Whatever else is considered a warning.*

The hospital was busier than normal; there had been a fire at an apartment building and lots of the people who had gotten caught in it had made a beeline for the hospital to make sure they and their children were okay. You were standing at the receptionist's desk overlooking some papers on your clipboard; you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. There was a dull ache in the bottom of your feet from being on them all day; a twelve hour shift now turning into a twenty hour shift.

"Y/N, exam room 3 has a patient in need of his oxygen tank changed. He breathed in a bit too much smoke from the smoke rescuing a kid from the burning apartment.” Dr. Holloway informed you.

Giving Dr. Holloway a quick nod, you set down the clipboard in your hand and approached exam room 3. The clipboard to the patient hangs inside the clear folder beside the door. You pick it up, reading the patient's name: Toji Fushiguro. Also listed on the paper was that he was a firefighter. You opened the door and went inside, the door clicked behind you. Sitting in one of the cushioned chairs was a very, VERY large man with green eyes, black hair, and a scar on his full lips. He was very handsome; actually the best way to describe the man sitting before you was that he mimicked a Greek God.

"Mr. Fushiguro,” your voice pulling him from whatever he was thinking of. "I'm Nurse Y/N, I'm here to check on your oxygen tank and oxygen levels.”

Toji grins up at you. "Might need another one since they sent me such a pretty, little nurse.”

A shameless flirt.

Your stomach instantly feels like it has a million butterflies in it, a soft blush forming on your cheeks. You mentally shake your head, reminding yourself to remain professional. There were still a lot of other patients who needed you to focus. So you smile, pushing away the butterflies that have been released in your stomach, and approach him.

"Noted,” your voice is gentle but there's a hint of amusement laced in it. You take off the oxygen mask that's on his face then set it on the table beside y'all. "Can you sit up for me, Mr. Fushiguro?”

"Call me Toji.” He says, his voice still gravelly; he definitely needed some water. Toji leans forward as you put on your stethoscope. Once it's positioned properly on your ears, you place the metal piece on Toji's back.

"Deep breath for me, Toji.”

The sound of his name leaving your perfectly glossed lips sent a wave of arousal through his body. His name has never sounded better. Toji takes a deep breath in as you instructed.

"Now, slowly exhale.”

As Toji exhales the big breath he just inhaled, you listen to his lungs for any sounds like crackling or wheezing. There is a faint crackle. You pull the stethoscope off and step back.

"There is a faint crackle in your lungs,” you inform him. "I'm going to hook you up to a second oxygen tank. We'll start with half a tank first and give you the rest if the crackling is still there.”

"Sounds good to me, mamas.” Toji says, leaning back in his chair.

Once making sure he's comfortable, you head out to fetch him a new oxygen tank and some water. You return shortly with a cup of iced water and a full oxygen tank. You hand Toji the styrofoam cup.

"Here, drink this. I'm sure you're parched after being inside that fire.”

It's almost comical watching his large, calloused hand wrap around the tiny styrofoam cup. The clear liquid sloshed around as he pulled it up to his scarred lips. While Toji chugs the water you gave him, you hook up his new tank, connecting it to the oxygen mask. Once he placed the cup down, you secured the mask on to his face. Tojl takes several deep breaths that seem to relieve some stress.

"So, what's it like to be a nurse?” He asks as he begins to relax.

"Long shifts. Most nights or mornings when I go home I immediately crash out for hours. However, helping save lives makes it all worth it.” You answer, filling out his chart again. "What's it like being a firefighter?”

"Dangerous. Some days are worse than others but it's exhilarating. I wouldn't have it any other way.” Toji grins.

Toji's grin seems almost feral, like he gets off the extreme danger that he faces every day. You look up at him.

"How do you get rid of all the stress when you got home at the end of the day?” You're genuinely curious since relaxing outside of sleeping has never been your strong suit. You can't even remember the last time you've gone out with friends, had a date, or brought someone home with you for unattached sex.

Toji’s broad, muscular shoulders lift as he shrugs but there's an amused smile on his face.

“Suppose the same way any man in his 30's does. Going out to a bar, drinking, and dirty sex.”

You weren't expecting that answer… or well, you weren't expecting him to be so honest about his bedroom activities. There's a smirk on Toji's face as if he can read the shock on your face. He probably can, he seems to be able to read you loud and clear. You clear your throat.

"What, uhm, what bar would you recommend in the area?” You asked, desperate to move the conversation in a different direction.

A deep chuckle, almost a husky sound, flutters from Toji's chest.

"The bar on 52nd. O'Hannigans. Plan on stopping by?”

"If I manage to find the time.”

"Sweetheart, you can't find time, you have to make it. Sometimes it's good to prioritize yourself. The two of us see a lot of fucking shit in our line of work; nice to go out and treat yourself once in a blue moon.”

Sounds awfully unlike him. You can't imagine him being this…well rounded.

"Plus, if you do manage to get yourself to that bar, I might just get a chance to have you in my bed…begging.”

Okay, that seems more like Toji even if you've only known him for an hour. And now you can't help the rushing heat engulfing your cheeks. He's inappropriate; makes it difficult to do your job.

"Bold of you to assume I'd let you take me home.” You counter, hoping the blush on your face wasn't too noticeable.

Toji grins, it's somehow more feral. “I mean we can definitely fuck around in the bathroom, doll. Doesn't really matter to me as long as I get to hear what pretty sounds you can make.”

You can't help smack his muscular arm; Toji chuckles, unfazed.

Eventually Toji is all better and ready to return to his job. You instructed him to be careful and not over exert himself, you didn't want the crackling in his lungs to return because he prematurely ran into another fire. As Toji makes his way to the door, he stops and leans down, his scarred lips almost brushing against your ear.

"See ya, doll." he gruffs out, "hope you don't keep me waiting too long. Dying to get my hands on this pretty fucking body.”

Before you're able to reply with some sarcastic, uninterested response, Toji leaves with a very cocky smirk displayed on his face like he won a prize. You huff softly, clutching your paperwork to your chest. Pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, you watch Toji disappear before resuming your shift.

After your twenty hour shift, you went home and crashed like you knew you would. You didn't even change out of your scrubs or shower, just collapsed on your bed and passed out. Fortunately you were off today, so when you woke up you'd be able to do whatever you wanted to do. When you woke up, you had completely forgotten your conversation about O'Hannigans with Toji while you treated him until you saw a commercial on the television. It was just a little after six in the afternoon, not too late to go out but a part of you didn't want to go out tonight. Whether it was because you were tired or because you were afraid of seeing Toji again. He had caused a stir in your body that you've been ignoring.

However, you convinced yourself that you deserve a drink or two; so you pull yourself together and shower before getting dressed into something cute and cozy. You wore a pair of casual skinny jeans and a pale pink, long-sleeve, tight-fitted shirt.

The bar was packed when you got there, you almost turned around and went home. You sat at the end of the dimly lit bar away from everyone. You wished you could say you didn't look for Toji but you did. Your eyes scanned the crowded bar looking for the incredibly large man you treated in the hospital. You find him, it isn't hard either because he stands out like a sore thumb. He's sitting at a booth by himself drinking a glass of whiskey. You look away from him and towards the bartender who approaches you; you settle on a regular beer. Not exactly your favorite but it'll do. You drank alone, keeping your eyes ahead not wanting to stare at Toji or anyone too long.

"Must be my lucky fucking day,” a gruff voice said as Toji slid into the stool beside you. "Nurse Y/N, wasn't expecting you to actually come to O'Hannigans.”

"Well, it's like you said," you hum quietly, "gotta make time for yourself because time won't.”

He grinned while taking a long drink of his whiskey. You run your fingers through your hair, smiling as you take a drink of your beer. Toji looked at you again, but this time, he really looked at your taking in every curve, every rise and fall of your chest, every single move. He couldn't wait to get his fucking hands on you, if you'll let him.

So, you gonna take me up on my offer or do I gotta get on my knees?” Toji asks, meeting your gaze.

"What offer?" You inquire, crossing one leg over the other.

Toji grinned wider, "The one where I offered to take your pretty, little body home and taste ya.”

A deep blush crept up your neck and coated your face turning you as red as a tomato. He chuckles, loving the way you react to his shameless flirting. You swallow thickly. It's been such a long time since you indulged in pleasure, always so busy with nursing and saving lives; it was easy to say you placed your sex life on the back burner. Once again, you push the fallen strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm flattered, Tojl, but honestly I'm probably no good at it anymore. Been quite a while since I indulged.” The best thing you could do was be honest that you've lost your touch when it came to bedroom magic.

"You're telling that a girl like you can't manage to get some dick every once in a while?” Toji asked.

You roll your eyes. "It's not that I can't get laid. I've just been too busy so I've neglected that part of myself to focus on being a nurse.”

Toji chuckled as he gulped down another mouthful of whiskey. "Poor girl. You must really need a stress reliever.”

Maybe you did. Maybe Toji could be the one to help you find some type of stress relief. It was a very tempting offer especially considering Toji looked the way he did. You could almost drool at the sight of him; imagining his large body covering yours as he pounded into you. It was a dream come true that he was offering. Toji grinned at the way you were staring at him.

"C'mon doll, I can see the way you're looking at me. You want me just as bad as I want you. Don't fight it, come home with me tonight.”

You take another gulp of your beer while looking into his very sexy green eyes. You set the beer bottle down with a quiet thud.

“I suppose one night can't hurt.” You whispered.

He groans lowly, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. "Such a good little girl.”

Toji took his wallet out of his back pocket and paid for both y'all's drinks before grabbing your wrist and hauling you to your feet. The two of you made your way out of the bar and to Toji’s vehicle. You look at him skeptically, questioning whether or not he was sober enough to drive. Toji looked down at you, smirking.

"Don't worry your pretty, little head, doll. One glass of whiskey is nowhere near enough to intoxicate me.”

Relief washes over you before you climb into the passenger's seat.

Toji doesn't waste any time as soon as the two of you arrive at his apartment and walk through the front door. Immediately, he lifts you up with one arm and pins you against the nearest wall, then smashes his lips against yours in a hungry, passionate, sloppy kiss. Toji digs his fingers into your thighs, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his black hair. It's softer than it looks, and you can't help but tighten your fingers. Toji growls in pleasure as he pulls your bottom lip with his teeth before shoving his tongue between your pretty lips. He held you easily, like you didn't weigh a damn thing.

As y'all's lips moved in sync, Toji moved his hands from your thighs and pulled off the shirt you had on to reveal the cute bra you had decided to wear. It pushed your breast up nicely and the slightest jostle caused your breast to jiggle. Toji buried his face into your cleavage, groaning at the feeling of your soft, plushy boobs against his bare skin. He ran his tongue up the valley of your chest, eliciting a moan from you that went straight to his cock. Another growl leaves his throat; his fingers worked expertly fast as he undid your bra. You could tell he wasn't new at this. Once your bra hit the ground next to your discarded shirt, Tojl removed his own shirt then captured one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. Your back arches on the wall you're pinned against, a moan filling the space around y'all.

"Fuckin’ perfect body.” Toji grins against your breasts. He looks up at you with those striking green eyes as he runs his pink tongue over your flesh. He runs his tongue up the valley between your boobs again, moving it to your neck and jawline. His hot breath hits your ear as he undoes the buttons and zipper on your jeans. "So fuckin’ pretty. Look at you ~ I bet you're already soaked beneath these cute little clothes of yours, huh? Bet that gorgeous cunt is just dripping for me, doll.”

A light whimper leaves your lips; you were definitely aroused, definitely soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Toji grins at your whimper. He pulls off your jeans in one swift motion revealing your panties; the thin lacy fabric hugs your hips but what really catches his attention is the growing wet spot between your legs. Toji fell to his knees in front of you. He buried his face into the wet spot of your panties causing you to gasp; he inhaled your arousal and let out a deep groan. Your scent was like heaven to the huge, muscular man in front of you.

"Ya smell fuckin’ divine too.” He grumbles, causing you to instinctively push your thighs together.

Toji growls, his eyes narrowing up at your flushed face. Hauling you up, Toji carried you into the kitchen and set you down on the counter. Toji grabbed your throat, his callouses rough against your neck, then shoved his lips onto yours. The kiss is messy and heated; as the two of you kiss, he spreads your legs before ripping off your panties. The fabric is nothing more than shreds.

"Don't ever…and I mean ever…close those pretty fucking thighs as I'm tryin’ to worship that little pussy again,” Toji growls against your lips.

You nod your head, your eyes glassy with arousal. The cold air from his air conditioner lightly touches your soaked core now that he's got you completely exposed in front of him. Trji steps back, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt. Your arousal was starting to pool onto his countertop. Toji grins as he pulls a chair towards him and sits. You're confused.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself, mamas.” He says.

Embarrassment shrouds your glistening eyes. You've never touched yourself or played with yourself in front of anyone before, but the look in Toji’s eyes told you he wasn't going to change his mind. He wanted to watch you play with your pussy. swallowing thickly, you ran your middle fingers over your wet slit. Your thighs tremble from even the smallest amount of pleasure; it's been such a long time since you touched yourself too, always busy working. Toji leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stares holes into you with those gorgeous green eyes. You swallow again.

"It's been a l-long time since I've touched myself,” you admit for some reason. All logic goes out the window when he looks at you.

Toji clicks his tongue as he shakes his head and stands up. You watch him as he approaches you, but his eyes are glued to your neglected pussy.

"A cunt this gorgeous should never be neglected, Y/N,” Toji scolds.

"It isn't like I've meant to,” you defend. "I'm just busy.”

It doesn't really seem like he's interested in your excuses. Instead, he removes your hand from your pussy then smacks your cunt causing a wet smacking sound. You yelp, your body jumping from the sudden impact; your thighs tremble from the pleasure.

"T-Toji…”

"Hush it girl.” He grumbles out causing you to whimper. "All I wanna hear from you are those cute moans as I make you feel good. Otherwise, I only wanna hear this pretty pussy tell me what she's craving!”

With that, Toji delivers another sharp, wet slap against your soft folds. A moan slips through your lips and your toes curl. Toji grins like he's found a gold mine.

"Good girl.”

Toji spits on your pussy before using his thick fingers to rub his saliva in with four juices. Your eyes flutter close and you moan. Toji looks up at your face taking in the pleasure ridden look you wore. He continues to massage your folds and clit before slipping his middle finger into your clenching hole.

"Holy shit.” You moan out, clenching around the singular digit.

"That's it, mamas.” Toji purrs, curling his finger up into that sweet spot. "Needy, little pussy. she's trying to suck me in.”

Another Moan leaves your glossy lips as you raise your hips to push Toji's finger deeper inside you. Toji chuckles, huskily as he watches you. He pulls his finger out before pushing it back in. There's a light squelching sound as he pushes his finger deeper inside you; your juices coat his knuckles as he continues to finger you with his middle finger. Your legs fall further apart in a welcoming gesture which Toji uses to slip a second finger into your tight hole. Another string of moans and whimpers leave your lips; your eyes were trained on his hand as he continued to fuck your cunt with his thick fingers. Toji used his other hand to grab your chin forcing you to look at him as he moved his fingers, his hand moving faster.

"Eyes on me, darlin'. Look at the man who's makin‘ ya come undone.” He chuckles.

Your toes curl, and you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly; your eyes stay locked on his.

"It f-feels so good, T-Toji.” You mewled out.

"I know, baby.” he grins, speeding his fingers up. The squelching grows a bit as your orgasm teeters on the edge of exploding or staying at bay so you can enjoy the pleasure some more. "Come on, baby. Fucking cum for me, doll.”

Light pants leave your slightly parted lips. Sweat was coating your naked body. Toji curled his fingers inside you again and that pushed you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back. Noticing your orgasm coming, Toji moved his fingers faster. You reached your hand up and grabbed his shirt. Your nails graze his muscular body through the fabric as you cum. Toji disappeared from view as you see white from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Oh my God!” You screamed out, rolling your head back until you were facing the ceiling in his kitchen.

"Good fucking girl.” Toji growls; he pulls his fingers from inside you then brings them up to his lips. He wraps his lips around his fingers, tasting your cum. A deep, husky groan leaves his lips as you watch him. The taste of your cum on his tongue is addicting like cocaine is to a drug addict or alcohol is to an alcoholic. He licked your juices off completely before pulling them out, his saliva replacing your cum. With the same hand, he grabs your chin and forces his lips on yours again. The taste of yourself coating your own tongue as he swaps spit with you one more.

When the two of you pull away from each other, Toji pulls you off the counter by your wrist and forces you down to your knees by pushing on your shoulder. As you position yourself properly on your knees in front of him, he undoes his belt and jeans pulling out the longest and thickest cock you've ever seen. Your eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of him. Toji guides his cock to your lips, tapping the angry red tip against your lips. You could take his thick precum that he dabbed onto your lips, your tongue darting out to taste the salty substance. Toji chuckles.

"Open up, doll.”

He doesn't have to tell you twice, your mouth instantly falling open. Toji pushes the tip of his cock into your mouth, a deep groan leaving his lips as soon as he feels your tongue brushing against the slit that was thinly coated in his precum. His breathing started getting heavier with each inch that he continued to push past your lips. Toji's eyes were hooded with lust.

"Wider, Y/N.” He's demanding when he uses your first name.

You open your mouth wider for him and he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth. He tangles his fingers into your hair, guiding your head further down until your nose is pressed against his neatly trimmed, black pubic hair. The hair tickles your nose causing your face to scrunch up a bit to stop the tickling. Toji throws his head back, his hands tightening in your hair as a deep groan leaves his lips.

"Goddamn,” He groans out; his vision blurred with spots of white from the pleasure. "Tight fuckin’ throat, doll,”

Toji pulls his hips back, a soft gasp hitting you as you take a deep breath in just in time as he slams his hips forward again. His large cock being swallowed by your throat; out of reflex, you swallow around him making your throat constrict around him. Toji lets out another groan as he starts moving his hips to fuck your pretty, little mouth. With hooded eyes, Toji stares down at you, watching your glossy, spit covered lips stretch to accommodate his size. You hummed and moaned around him causing his hips to buck forward completely out of rhythm.

"That's it. Fuckin' take it. Open wider ~” Toji draws out, one hand leaving your hair to grip your jaw wanting you to loosen up a bit. You relaxed your throat and jaw, letting your jaw go slack so you could open wider for him. There are tears glistening in your eyes from the stretch your throat and jaw had to endure to fit him. It isn't painful, in fact, you're loving it. Toji growls deep in his throat as he begins to move faster.

"Just like that, doll,” Toji pants out, never stopping his movements. His hand is tightening in your hair as he wraps the strands into his balled up fist. He uses it to his advantage, guiding you on his dick harshly. "Gonna make me cum, fuck, doll.”

A swell of pride blossoms in your chest as he declares that he's about to cum. Saliva drips down your chin as your mouth waters at the thought of swallowing his cum.

"Eager slut.” Toji grins, his abs clenching; he can tell from the drooling and the desperate look on your face that you want to taste his cum. You whine around him. "All of it, ya hear me? I want ya to drink all of it, don't waste a single fucking drop.”

As soon as you nod that pretty head for him, Toji shoves his cock down your throat one last time before thick ropes of cum glide down your throat. Because you want to impress him, you swallow every last drop. He grins. "Perfect little slut.” Toji pants.

He doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath. Instead, he hauls you to your feet and kisses you again. The taste of your saliva and his cum coating his taste buds. Toji picks you up, securing your legs around his muscular body, then carries you to his bedroom. Your body bounces as Toji tosses you down onto his bed; he rips his shirt off completely revealing his attractive body littered with scars from being a firefighter. Now Toji is completely naked just like you. You keep yourself propped up with your elbows staring at his incredible body. Toji crawls into the bed and on top of you; he's now towering over you with his famous grin plastered on his face. Your chest rises and falls heavily from arousal and exertion but you don't want this night to end. Toji pushes your knees to your chest, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, as he pushes you into the meanest mating press you've ever experienced. This position left you feeling exposed and completely opened for him but that was the point. Toji pushes his hard body against yours, effectively pinning you down. He drags the tip of his still bulging cock against your wet folds; your body trembles beneath his.

With no warning, Toji slams into you with one powerful thrust that makes you see stars instantly. Your tight cunt clenching around him causes you to feel every part of his cock dragging along your inner walls. You dig your nails into his biceps that are caging you in.

"Oh fuck!” You cry out.

Toji keeps up the brutal pace; pulling out almost all the way before slamming right back into your tight cunt. His eyes never leave your face, watching pleasure contort your delicate features as he fucks you. The mixture of sounds coming from you…the squelching from your lewd cunt as well as your needy moans…only serve to spur him on further. Toji's heavy thighs smacked against the underside of your thighs filling his bedroom with the sound of skin hitting against skin. Each thrust causes your quivering, dripping pussy to clench tighter around him earning a satisfied grunt.

"Oh God, T-Toji,” you manage to mran out.

Toji slams into you faster, harder, his entire bed smacking against the wall from how hard he's going.

"Bet you're fucking loving this,” Toji grunts out. "Probably been waiting for someone to properly fuck this tight pussy, huh? Neglectin’ something so damn perfect because you were 'busy’ but really, you just needed a real man to fuck you, right, ma?”

A moan leaves your lips, eyes rolled back as he keeps drilling his cock into you. You swear you can feel him touching your cervix but you're unsure.

"W-was busy.” You protest with a lewd whimper.

"Can never be too busy to--fucking hell--to take care of this perfect fucking pussy.” Toji growls, his hips smacking recklessly against the back of your thighs. "But don't you worry your slutty, little head…I'll give you just want ya need.”

Toji, keeping you pinned into a lewd mating press, snakes his hand into your hair fisting the soft strands as he grips your neck with the other hand as his hips move faster. Your eyes watered as tears slipped down your face.

"Oh my fucking God!” You screamed out; pleasure rippling through your entire body. Your thighs tremble with each smack from his own hips and thighs. "Right t-there! Fuck!

His cock drags against your velvety walls. Toji grunts, his teeth clench as a string of curses leave his lips.

“Atta fucking girl.Takin’ this dick like a real pro.” Toji grumbles horsley; his already deep, gravelly voice even deeper. Toji pulled his cock all the way out before roughly slamming into your dripping heat again. The sudden thrust caused your sloppy pussy to clench around his cock. Toji yanked your hair harder so that you were making eye contact with him. He wanted to stare into your glistening eyes as you came on his cock.

Toji released your throat and gave your spit covered cheek a smack, not enough to hurt you. However, when Toji smacked your cheek, your pussy fluttered around him. Toji grinned.

"Slutty girl,” he groaned, smacking your face again, "Slutty, little girl. Love gettin’ smacked too, huh? Slutty fucking bitch loves getting manhandled.”

Your eyes rolled back. "Toji ~ I'm gonna…c-cum.” You slur out, the pleasure making you feel drunk.

"H-hold it,” Toji growls out in a stutter, grinding his hips against yours while continuing to pound into you vigorously. He didn't want this to end, knowing that as soon as you finished he'd be right there behind you filling you with his load.

You whined desperately, it became increasingly difficult to hold back your much needed orgasm as Toji continued to slam into that perfect spot. Toji knew what he was doing, he knew he was making it practically impossible for you to hold your orgasm in like he had demanded.

"Toji p-please!” You begged, your impending orgasm causing your toes to curl. Drool dripped down your chin, your glossy lips parted. Toji hooked his thick, calloused thumb on your lip brushing it against the inside of your cheek. Toji pushed your knees harder into your chest, his feet practically digging into his soft mattress as his thrust got rougher and harder.

"Cum.” He growls, sweat thinly coating his muscular body. "Fucking cum, Y/N.”

It's a demand, and you're happy to oblige letting pleasure take over. A loud, pornographic moan leaves your lips as your cunt flutters around Toji's dick. Toji yanks your hair, revealing your neck to him. As you cum on his cock, he continues to slam into you in a sloppy way. He leans down and bites down on your neck.

"That's i-it, that's fuckin’ it, doll.” he growls out, his body jerking as he got closer to his own orgasm. "Fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, ma. Suckin’ me in. Gonna take m-my fuckin’ cum like a good little whore, yeah?”

You nod dumbly, your body twitching with unadulterated need and desperation.

"Words or I won't give ya anything.” Toji taunts, never stopping his brutal thrust.

Your head was spinning, your heart was pounding against your rib cage, it was difficult to find your words. But you manage.

"Please, please cum inside me. I need it.” You definitely needed it; at least that's what you kept telling yourself so you wouldn't stop Toji from potentially knocking you up.

Your begging pushes Toji over the edge; he slams into you one last time, a deep groan leaving his throat as thick ropes of his cum paint your insides white. Toji's hips stutter as he grinds into you wanting to be even deeper, needing to be deeper. It was like he was trying to knock you up. Like it was a mission.

After a few moments, the two of you come down from your highs still pressed against each other. Your body was sticky with sweat and drool, Toji's cum plugged deep into you by his now softening cock. Both of you were still panting; Toji releases your damp hair, pressing soft, open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck. You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath; all that pent up stress is gone.

"Feel better?” Toji grins against your sticky neck.

A soft giggle leaves your lips and nod. "Much better. Thank you, Toji.”

"Any fuckin’ time, doll.”

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earthchica · 3 months ago

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By Your Side

terry richmond x black, fem! reader

summary: you and terry have been married for two years. He is eager to start a family and frequently brings up the topic, but you always change the subject. Terry worries that you might not want children, but the truth is that your hesitation stems from something related to your childhood.

warning: explicit smut (18+), quickie, size kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, angst, starting a family, husband/wife, mommy issues, unwanted pregnancy, panic attack, foul language, insults, argument, fluff, happy ending, nicknames (wifey, baby, baby girl), words: (4k)

note: i really enjoyed writing this one; it gets a little real and emotional. also, I might start doing moodboards for my fics from now on; idk what y'all think, and part 2, maybe?

You and your husband, Terry, were preparing for a double date night with your friends Alexis and Lance. You were in the bedroom, fixing your appearance in the mirror, while Terry was in the bathroom.

You were completely unaware of him standing in the doorway, captivated by the sight of you and how the dress hugged your curves and highlighted your elegance.

As he took a step closer, you felt the warmth of his presence behind you. Gently, he placed his hand on your back, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Terry, don't start. We couldn't be late for this double date like last time again," You said, trying to gently push him away, but he didn't budge.

He wrapped his arms around you tighter, causing him to tower over you as his lips brushed softly against your neck.

"I can't help it if my wifey is so damn fine. You know you could wear a trash bag, and I'll still find you so sexy," He continued to kiss your neck, and you were slowly giving in.

Terry turned you around to look into his pretty eyes, which had darkened with lust.

"Come, baby, I need you," He whispered, grabbing your hand and letting you caress the tent in his pants.

When have you ever turned him down?

"Okay but we gotta be quick; I do not want to hear Lex's mouth," You said with an eye roll.

"She'll be all right; come here," Terry said before kissing you while gently raising your dress and moving your panties to the side.

You sighed softly during the kiss, gripping the back of his neck, but he eventually pulled away.

"Fuck me in front of the mirror, Daddy," You requested, causing him to grin.

"My nasty girl! You would love that, huh?" Terry asked as he grabbed your neck, applying a bit of pressure.

"Yes, daddy, please," You moaned as he spun you around to face the mirror again, arching your back.

You stood there, watching him drop his pants and underwear, revealing his big, juice-throbbing dick. You bit your lip at the sight through the mirror, and Terry, not wasting any time, gradually slid himself inside of you.

"Shit, baby. Always feels so good being inside of you, you know that?" Terry groaned, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

You moaned, still glancing into the mirror, watching the expressions on his face.

"I've been craving for this pussy all day," He whispered in your ear, grabbing your hips, and began thrusting hard and fast.

You weren't sure how long you would last, but you knew you would be a mess afterward. Terry grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your face against the mirror, causing you to moan.

"You love it; you love how I'm pulling your hair and fuck you against this mirror, baby?" He growled.

"Yes, I love it!.....Ahh, Daddy, fuck, I love it, yes!" You moaned, looking at him deeply through the mirror.

Your thighs begin to shake a little, and Terry pulls out of you and thrusts back in, pounding into you. You almost came at the intense feeling, a blissful wave of pleasure dousing your body.

"Ahh Yes, just like that. Fuck....I'm so close, T," You moaned, looking deep into his light eyes as he trusted even harder than before.

"Fuck, baby, me too, cum with me," He asked, and you nodded, then rubbed harsh circles on your clit.

Terry pulls you into a kiss, and after a few more thrusts, you both cum at the same time. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours before pulling out slowly.

Terry kisses you again, the warmth of his lips lingering as he gently guides you to the bed. With a reassuring smile, he heads to the bathroom, rummaging through the towel closet for a washcloth.

He returns and cleans you with the wet washcloth. Both of you adjust your clothes, ensuring everything is in place. You reach for your purse before you know you two are finally leaving the house together.

You and Terry arrived at the restaurant on time and are now seated across from your friends. After a few rounds of light-hearted jokes and laughs.

The couple sitting across from you exchanged glances, excitement in their eyes. Then, with beaming smiles, they announced they were expecting a baby, sending waves of joy and surprise rippling through the table.

"Oh shit, Congratulations! I'm so happy for you two," Terry says, reaching over to Lance to dap him up.

"Uh wow...Congratulations, Lex and Lance!" You said with a nervous smile.

"Thank you." They both looked at each other with blissful eyes at the same time.

"So, have you two thought of names? Oh shit, what you're having? It's a boy and a girl. How far-?" Terry began to ramble on with excitement, and you've never seen him like this.

"Terry, baby. Let them breathe; damn, Uncle T over here is more hype than you two." You teased playfully, and he shrugged shyly.

"Maybe that’s a sign, girl,” Alexis whispered, looking at you across the table with a hopeful smile.

"Are you two planning on having kids soon?" Lance asked curiously, and Terry was about to respond, but then you interrupted him.

“Oh, God, no,” You replied, a chuckle escaping your lips as you sipped your wine.

The unexpected response caught everyone off guard, especially Terry. The atmosphere shifted slightly, and you cleared your throat to correct yourself.

"I mean, we're not sure. We might just wait on kids, right, Terry? "you asked, taking hold of Terry's hand, which made him tense up.

"Hey, that's okay; we weren't sure at first either, but we took our time, talked it out, and here we are," Alexis explained in an understanding tone, and Lance nodded in agreement.

You nodded and swiftly shifted the conversation but remained a bit tense due to Terry's lingering annoyance. After what felt like a whirlwind of chatter and awkward glances, the double date ended.

“Goodbye! Drive safely!” You said, waving goodbye as your friends headed toward their car. Terry stood beside you, his expression unreadable.

As you both walked to the car, an uncomfortable silence settled between you, almost palpable in the air. You could feel the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin, but it did little to ease the tension that lingered.

After getting into the car, Terry started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. A heavy silence filled the air, and the lack of conversation began to gnaw at you, causing irritation.

You couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind, and then it struck you—it was about the baby talk.

"Terry, baby, are you okay? " You asked him, placing your hand on his leg as he continued to look straight ahead while driving.

"Yeah," Terry replied, but you felt unconvinced. When he parked in the driveway without fully stopping, he jumped out of the car.

“Terry?” You called out, but he walked straight to the front door and entered the house. Frustrated, you got out of the car and followed him in.

After closing the front door and locking it, you dropped your purse on the side table and walked upstairs. You entered your shared bedroom with your hands on your hips.

"Terry, please talk to me?" You said, watching him take off his shirt and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Why did you react that way when our friends asked about us having kids?” Terry asked, pausing for a second.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean for it to come out like that," You said as you approached the bed and sat beside him.

"You know, whenever the topic of us starting a family gets brought up, you get this look. I don't understand why. Do you not want to have kids with me?" Terry asked, looking at you frustratedly.

"Can we please discuss this later? I'm tired and not ready to talk about this right now," You sighed, moving to the dresser to take off your jewelry.

"Ok, I understand, baby. I never want to pressure you into anything, but it's almost a year of us tiptoeing around the talk of having kids. I just need a straight answer," Terry asked eagerly.

"I don't think I'm ready for kids right now. I'm not even sure if I want them," You said honestly, turning toward him.

He nodded, a hint of disappointment and heartbreak shining in his eyes.

"Please don't be upset. Maybe I'll be ready in a year or so, but not right now!" You said, kneeling before him and placing your hands on his face.

A few weeks have passed since the baby talk, and Terry has become distant, which hurts your heart. You just got out of the shower, wrapped your body in a towel, and suddenly felt nauseated.

You covered your mouth, rushed to the restroom, and vomited. You had been feeling unwell and thought it was the flu, but now you suspected it was something else.

You shook your head in disbelief, flushed the toilet, and then paused while brushing your teeth as a thought crossed your mind. The symptoms were making you concerned that you might be pregnant, and the only way to confirm this was by taking a pregnancy test.

To your surprise, you found a box of pregnancy tests in the bathroom cabinet. You took a test and waited a few minutes, taking a deep breath before looking at the result.

"No, no, no. I can't," you said, shaking your head at the pregnancy test. You were really pregnant, and you felt like you were going to faint as your heart raced.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, crying as Terry walked into the bedroom and heard your cries coming from the bathroom. He immediately walked in to check on you.

"Hey, what's the matter, baby?" He asked sweetly, kneeling to look at your face.

"I-I," You started, trying to calm down, but it was very hard. You felt a panic attack coming on.

"Shh, take a deep breath, and take your time," Terry said, holding your shoulder steady. You took a deep breath and looked at him through your tears.

“Alright, let’s take another deep breath,” He said, guiding you as you inhaled deeply, allowing yourself to feel a sense of calm.

"Thank you," You began, wiping away your tears. Glancing at the pregnancy test, you handed it to him.

"I'm pregnant," You said, and Terry took the pregnancy test from your hand. He was over the moon with the news, but he sensed you weren't happy and decided to comfort you.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. I know you're scared," Terry said as he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"I am, Terry. I'm just so scared of being a bad mom. I don't want to be like my mom. I know I gave you little details about her, but..." You stopped and wanted to avoid discussing her.

Terry urged you to express your feelings as he tightened his arm around your shoulder and asked, "What happened, baby?"

"Do you remember how I told you she left my dad and me when I was 10?" You asked, looking at him, and he nodded.

"Well, when I was 18, I needed closure. I needed something from her. So I found her, and she was happy with her new family. Unfortunately, she said some really hurtful things to me. I was more heartbroken at that moment than I was on the day she left. My dad did everything he could to help me heal, but I guess I’m still not over it." You confessed, tears streaming down your face.

"I'm sorry, baby..." Terry said, kissing the side of your face as you broke down, you left your face to look at him.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have held that information to you, and I should told you my feelings about having kids. I'm sorry. I'm just scared of becoming her and passing down trauma to our kid."

"Baby, it's okay, and I want you to know you are nothing like your mom. I know you're scared, and shit, I'm scared too, but I think we can do this. I love you, and I will be right here by your side," Terry said sweetly.

You were truly blessed to have Terry as a patient, understanding, and sweet husband.

"Terry, I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you. Do you really think we can do this?" You asked, wiping your tears away and taking a breath.

"Yes, I do. We can do this; I have faith in us," Terry said with a warm smile, his eyes shining with determination and filling you with hope for the journey ahead.

A refreshing cool breeze swept across the beach, gently brushing against your brown skin as you stood there, feeling the warm sun on your face.

You rested your hand on your 26-week baby bump, a constant reminder of the new life growing inside you. Your pregnancy journey has not been easy.

You have faced struggles, experiencing highs and lows that have tested your emotions. Terry has been an incredible source of love and care during these months.

His encouragement and daily reassurances have helped soothe your fears and anxieties. As a result, you are slowly but surely starting to embrace the idea of motherhood and feel genuine excitement about welcoming your little one into the world.

You felt a soft embrace around your arms, drawing you out of your thoughts. Turning your head, you smiled at Terry, who was carefully wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, its texture soft against your skin.

The blanket offered a comforting warmth, making the contrast between the cool air and sunlight more enjoyable. Together, you both soaked in the beauty of the beach, with the waves crashing softly in the background.

"You know how I feel about you being out here without something warm," Terry said, his voice filled with care. He gently placed one hand on your lower back, offering comfort, while his other hand rested on your belly, radiating warmth.

"I know, babe, I know, but I really wanted to watch the sunset. Look at how the sky is painted. Isn’t it beautiful?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

"Yes, it really is beautiful," Terry said with a nod and a warm smile.

"But not as beautiful as my pregnant wife," He said, leaning in and kissing your neck. The touch of his scruff beard sent a delightful tickle down your spine, causing you to giggle.

The affection in his eyes made the moment even more unique, filling you with warmth and happiness. You and Terry briefly stood outside before going inside, enjoying a romantic dinner and then lounging on the couch.

Terry sat beside you, gently touching your belly as he spoke softly to the little one inside. His face lit up with joy and wonder each time the baby kicked, and you couldn’t help but smile at his reactions.

It was heartwarming to see his eyes wide with excitement as if he were trying to connect with the tiny life growing within you. You cherished these moments, feeling the warmth of his love for both you and the baby.

Terry was ready to become a father. His protectiveness for the child grew, and he clung to every moment of this journey. He immersed himself in parenting books, eager to learn everything he could to prepare for the responsibilities ahead.

He felt confident and ready to embrace this new role. You were also excited but still coming to terms with the reality of motherhood.

“You're going to be an amazing daddy, Terry,” You said softly, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. His eyes sparkled with joy as a broad smile spread across his face, reflecting excitement and a hint of pride.

"And you're going to be an amazing mama," He said with a wider smile that showed all his teeth, his eyes sparkling with reassurance. He leaned closer, gently brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss filled with love and promise.

After returning home from your little getaway, you found yourself tussling with a lingering sense of anxiety. Your mood has turned downward for the past few weeks, making you irritable and withdrawn.

You took a breath, disconnecting yourself from your thoughts, and noticed Alexis watching you. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Are you absolutely certain you can be out right now?" She inquires, her eyebrow arching skeptically as she studies your expression.

Your brow furrowed in response as you set your glass of water down on the table with a gentle thud, a hint of frustration creeping into your demeanor.

"Uh, yeah, why would you ask that, Lex?" You replied, chuckling lightly as you took a bite of your sandwich, savoring the crisp lettuce and juicy tomatoes.

"Well, ever since you got pregnant, Terry has become overprotective, not letting you go anywhere," She answered, and she was right.

You love Terry deeply, and you understand that his recent behavior stems from his intense worry about you and the baby. He cares for you both immensely, but his expression of concern has started wearing down your patience.

His constant fretting and overprotectiveness often leave you feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, making it challenging to navigate your feelings.

While you appreciate his love and dedication, there are moments when you just wish he could relax and trust that everything will be alright.

You told him today that you were going out, and I’d be okay with Alexis. However, he bombarded you with so many texts and calls that you had to silence your phone to find peace away from the constant notifications.

"I’m not sure what to do about that," You shrugged and glanced down at your food as you spoke.

Alexis takes a deep breath and says, "You should ask him to back off, just a little."

"I’ve been trying to do that, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings," You mentioned it while nervously fidgeting with your hands.

“Just tell him how his overprotectiveness makes you feel and that he needs to tone it down. I believe he’ll understand,” she says.

After brunching with Alexis and shopping for baby items, she dropped you off at home.

You set your purse down on the side table by the door and walked into the kitchen. Terry called your name and hurried into the kitchen.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asks, his expression filled with frustration.

"I was out with Lex; I told you that," You mentioned going to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"Ok, but you could've answered one of the calls; I was worried sick. I thought something had happened," Terry says, his brows scrunched and jaw clenched.

"Terry, I don't have to check in with you every single time, I'm a grown-ass woman," You said, irritated.

"You're right, you are, but you're also my wife and carrying my child. I have the right to-." You cut him off.

"Our child, you mean!" you said, correcting him before rolling your eyes and entering the living room as he followed you.

"Yes, but still...you know I'm right, baby girl. Just admit it," Terry says, watching you sit on the couch.

“Did you ever think that I just needed some space? Ever since I got pregnant, you've been overprotective and breathing down my fucking neck,” You asked, looking up at him.

"Oh, really? If I remember correctly, you said you appreciated it," Terry says while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, but now it's getting fucking annoying, and I feel like I can't breathe. I just need you to chill a little bit."

"Fine, If that's what you fucking want! I'll stop being such an annoying, caring, clingy husband," He says as he storms away.

"Terry…" you called his name, but he didn’t respond. You closed your eyes, sighed, and caressed your belly with your hands.

This continued for several days. Terry maintained his distance but still offered help occasionally as he couldn't help himself. While you appreciated having your space, you also disliked it because Terry wasn't talking to you as much.

You tried to engage him in conversation, but he only offered a few short answers, which hurt your heart. You missed your sweet, adorable husband.

It was almost midnight, and you couldn’t fall asleep—at least not without his hand on your belly and his body pressed against your back.

You looked over at him, and he was facing away, and you could barely see his face. You sighed, getting out of bed, and cringed at the sound of the bed made.

You quietly went downstairs and walked into the kitchen to get some ice cream from the fridge. After taking the ice cream out, you placed it on the coffee table with a spoon.

Then, you got a pregnancy pillow from the closet and settled comfortably on the couch. You flipped through the channels and watched something random.

Halfway through the movie, you fell asleep and didn't even feel yourself being lifted off the couch by a pair of arms. You woke up with the sun blinding your eyes.

You looked around and realized you were back in bed, with an arm resting on your belly. You tilted slightly and saw Terry's handsome face sleeping while cuddling into your neck.

You smiled softly, missing the feeling of his arms, and planted a kiss on his nose, which made him smile in his sleep. You kissed his cheek, waking him, and slowly opened his pretty eyes to meet yours.

"Hi," you whispered, a slight smile on your face. Surprisingly, he smiled back.

"Hi," he replies, his voice barely rising above the sounds of the world outside. The sun filters through the window, casting warm rays across the room.

Outside, a chorus of birds fills the air with cheerful chirping, while nearby, dogs barking in the distance. Despite the lively symphony, an uncomfortable silence settles between you two, and neither of you finds the words to break it.

Terry was about to pull away, but you held him closer, not letting him go. You pouted and asked, "Where are you going?"

“Going to the bathroom…what is it?” He asked, his voice icy and detached. You can feel the tension in the air, heavy and suffocating.

“Please don’t act like that. I’m truly sorry for what I said; I never meant to hurt you,” You plead, gazing at him with wide, sincere eyes, hoping to convey your genuine apology.

Your heart races as you search his face for understanding, desperate for him to see how much you care.

"I love you," you said, waiting to hear his response. Terry kissed your forehead softly.

"I love you too, baby. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have been so overprotective. I'm going to be a little bit better," He says, placing his hand back on your baby bump.

"No, it's okay, Terry. You were just worried, and I was being a bitch" You said, feeling your emotions intensifying.

"Shh…it's alright, baby girl. You weren't being a bitch, you were just being honest with your feelings, and I understand now, okay? We're good," He said, wiping your tears away.

"Okay!" You said with a nod, smiling happily as you looked into his eyes with love.

"Good, now come on, let's start our morning routine so I can make you and our little one some breakfast," Terry said with a warm smile.

He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against your forehead again before getting out of bed.

You are very happy that you both worked this out and can now focus on the exciting journey of becoming parents.

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miley1442111 · 8 months ago

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cookies-a.hotchner

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a/n: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS, Y'ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME I CAN'T BEGIN TO EXPLAIN IT!!!!

summary: you're the cute barista he sees everyday.

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem barista reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of sa, aaron is a cutie in this, sorry if this doesn't make sense, i was studying german all day and idk if I have the patience to re-write this :)

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Aaron’s nervousness grew as he stepped closer and closer to the counter. Aaron Hotchner was not a man to be anxious, nervous, or shy when it came to speaking to people, even new people. Aaron Hotchner was a confident, intelligent man who was very important and powerful in both his personal and work life.

So why was he so nervous to speak to the cute barista he saw every morning?

In his defence, you were drop-dead gorgeous. Aaron loved everything about you, your hair, your style, your face, your lips (he spent a lot of time looking at them), and everything about you. You were so interesting, so nice, and very good at making him a good cup of coffee.

“Aaron! How are you today?” You asked, a smile on your face as he got to the top of the queue.

“I’m fine thank you, how are you?” he smiled. Good, I got through the first sentence.

“I’m great! It’s so nice out today,” you mentioned the weather everyday without fail, Aaron smiled and agreed with whatever positive outlook you had, even on the gloomiest of days.

“It is,” he nodded.

“The usual?” you asked, getting a cup ready.

“Please,” he nodded. “And one of the cookies please.”

You stopped your writing on the cup to look up at him. “A cookie? I wouldn’t have put you down for a cookie guy, Aaron.”

“It’s not for me, my son loves the cookies from your shop,” he admitted, since he’d brought Jack here on your day off (yes, he had your schedule memorised. You worked Mondays to Fridays between 7am and 1pm, Saturday off, then on Sundays you worked the closing shift), and he’d enjoyed the cookie quite a lot.

Your eyes flickered with something like… disappointment, but it was immediately replaced with your signature smile. “Any specific one?” You asked, eyes moving from him to the display case.

“The red one, he loves spiderman,” he decided after a moment of deliberation.

“A man after my own heart,” you smiled, and bagged the cookie, giving him a soft goodbye as he waited for his drink and cookie down by the other side of the till.

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Your co-worker gave you a sad smile as you deflated. Your cute regular, Aaron, was obviously married with children, who wouldn’t want to make him a dad? Who wouldn’t want to give him anything he wants forever? He was just so handsome and so sweet and so-

You get the point.

You were smitten with a married man you had no chance with. Sigh.

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Saturday 4pm

Aaron walked in with Jack’s hand in his and the rest of the BAU team behind him. He was in his marathon wear, after just running the town's marathon. The shop was practically empty, it probably had something to do with the time and the fact that they were giving out free food at the finish line. But Aaron wanted nothing more than to b-line it straight to your cafe and get a latte and a cookie (he tried a bite of Jack’s and he very much enjoyed it).

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The bell above the door rang and you put on your best customer service face to be met with Penelope Garcia. Your sister’s friend from college that visits every summer.

“Pen?” you smiled

“Y/n!” she squealed, opening her arms for a hug. You came out from behind the counter to hug her.

“How are you?” You asked as the rest of the group looked at the two of you.

“I’m so amazing! I cannot believe your sister didn’t tell me you opened the cafe?!” She practically scolded.

“Don’t be too hard on her, she doesn’t exactly… know,” you chuckled uncomfortably as Penelope’s face fell.

“Why wouldn’t she know?” She whispered, turning you both away from the prying eyes of the group.

“She… she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore,” you shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Why? What happened?”

“After the… after Ryan did, y’know, what he did, she told me she believed his version and not mine. C’est la vie,” you sighed, picking at your nails as you explained.

“What?!” Penelope was practically crying. “That’s awful!” “I’m fine,” you chuckled, going back behind the counter. “Now, what can I get you?”

“I have the order written down, it’s a lot,” a tall man from the group offered.

“Sounds great,” you smiled at him. He handed you over a piece of paper with various drink orders and food orders and you started working on them right away, since you were the only one working that day too. Penelope paid, and watched over you as the group chatted about various cases and congratulated Aaron on his performance. She soon realised she wasn’t the only one watching you, Aaron’s eyes were firmly planted on either you, or Jack.

Interesting.

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As you brought over all the drinks, you finally let yourself look at Aaron.

Fuck, he looked good in a t-shirt and running shorts. It was becoming unfair.

There were three women on the team. Penelope, not his wife for sure- she was dating Kevin. A blonde woman, showing photos of her kids to the group and sitting far away from Aaron- not his wife. A brunette woman who was gorgeous who sat right beside him, but there was no physical contact- maybe his wife? You couldn’t tell.

As the night wore on and they started trickling out, you were left alone with Aaron for a split second. While clearing their table, you accidentally knocked into him and spilt coffee on his shirt.

“Shit, I am so sorry!” You immediately apologised and Aaron just stared at you with this dazed look for a second, then smiled.

“It’s fine, I promise,” he nodded, but you felt awful.

“Please let me get you some tissue or something Aaron,” you pleaded, bringing the cups over to the till before running to grab some tissue paper, not even waiting for his response.

“It’s really not a big-” Aaron started but you hushed him, trying to get some of the coffee off of his shirt. He stared down at you as you worked, muttering soft apologies and sighs or annoyance at your carelessness. “Can I ask you out to dinner?” He blurted out, not even thinking. God, his head felt so hazy when he was around you.

You slowly looked up in shock. “Pardon?”

“I’m asking you out,” he repeated.

“But don’t you have a wife-?”

“She and I got divorced a while ago. I get Jack- my son- on the weekends,” he explained.

“Oh, then in that case, yes please,” you smiled. “I’d love to go out.”

“Good,” he smiled, then he turned quite serious. “I promise to just move things at your speed, I overheard what you and Penelope were talking about,” he sighed. “You’ll call all of the shots, I promise.”

Your heart swelled. He was a gentleman, a dad, and a lovely person? How could you be more lucky? “Thank you, that means a lot.”

Aaron walked out of the coffee shop, a large stain on his white shirt, but a date too, so he really didn’t mind.

He also didn't mind the teasing he got from Penelope on the way home.

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teojira · 8 months ago

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Ooooh just finished reading your koba drabble and its soooo good??? I would love to hear your thoughts how the other apes, Rocket, Maurice, Ceaser, and Blue eyes, think about Kobas' new human shadow... or the way they squabble 👀 I imagine its a mixed bag XD. Amazing writing as always ❤️

[How the rest of the colony apes react to you and Koba's 'friendship']

Summary: The other apes worry about your sanity.

Warnings: Platonic relationship with Koba (based off of my previous Koba request!)

A/N: First time writing for Maurice, Rocket and Blue eyes!!! I was so excited to see them included here 😭 I hope you enjoy anon!

Caesar:

He's already warned Koba multiple times to not take things too far, that just because you've decided that you want to follow him around, doesn't mean he can mistreat you.

Keeps a close eye on y'all when in vicinity, but he knows Koba better than others do.

Koba can claim he hates you as much as he does, but he hasn't done anything to truly drive you away, he could hurt you, bite into you with his canines and do damage but at most, he growls and tries to swat you away like a fly.

Koba also in the same vein will follow you around when you're off doing your own thing, especially if you decide to leave the colony on your own.

He's not slick, telling Caesar that he's off to rest.

Caesar literally sees Koba climbing trees to trail you. It's amusing just how much the bonobo is denial that he cares for you.

It's obvious to Caesar that a part of Koba enjoys the attention, and enjoys your company despite everything, so he doesn't interfere.

Maurice:

Actively tells you to leave Koba alone, he's genuinely not about the whole idea of you and Koba being together.

It gives him anxiety, he's not your father, he's not your family but he's concerned.

He'll talk to Caesar about it, trying to get him to put a stop to it but alas, Caesar says you're both adults, he can't control who you spend time with.

He agrees of course, and while yes Koba does show some semblance of...care for you, it doesn't change his mind.

Please you're stressing him out, give him a break and eat dinner with him and the children instead.

Koba is threatening to bite your fingers off for touching his berries and Maurice genuinely cannot tell if it's a valid threat or not.

Rocket:

Rocket doesn't include himself into the situation, but is another worrier deep down, he's a father, he can't help it.

I see him as the laid back chill uncle who's like 'Hey, do what you want to do but be careful.'

He'd had to step in a couple of times when he thinks Koba is genuinely out to harm you, hooting and calling for Caesar. This ends in him and Koba squaring off against one another and you frantically telling Rocket that you're fine.

By now he doesn't interfere, but he does keep an eye out, always fighting the urge to grab you and take you away from Koba.

Tries to offer you to spend more time with his previous wives, Ash or himself.

Blue eyes:

Blue eyes and you are kinda in the same boat, despite Koba's faults, Blue eyes does look up to his father's close friend.

Koba would never hurt Blue eyes, not without great repercussions, but he could hurt you, the tiny human that has no defensive measures against a huge bonobo, so forgive Blue if he's a little nervous at you pestering Koba.

The young chimp makes sure to check in with you after your random little fights with Koba, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him it's all in good fun, he will make sure you're okay.

He's worried, okay, he gets it from his father, Caesar has told him just how fragile humans are, how their feelings are easily hurt, it makes him treat you damn near like glass.

Side eyes you everytime you go to Koba's nest to mess with him.

Ash will try and make bets with how long it'll be til Koba tries and kills you as a joke, only for Blue eyes to choke on his spit and tell him off, baring his teeth and jostling his friend around.

"Do not make fun!" The young chimp signs frantically.

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 2 years ago

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Sagau but the reader changes into chibi when they are tried like after long day of work they changes into chibi and one day reader changes into chibi in front of sucrose,venti and nahida

Tired!Reader = Chibi Reader?! 👀

Anon, you are making me a little curious lol- how did Reader become this tired? And, now that I think about it more, it honestly sounds like Reader is constantly having a Gouba-thing and just turning into a smaller version of themself LOL

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC & Strictly Platonic!)

Sucrose

The moment she sees you in your Chibi form, she couldn't help but fawn over at how adorable you looked. She has the sudden urge to pick you up since, you know, you're a cute adorable little child now.

She's too shy to actually pick you up, but seeing how tired you looked, Sucrose just had to do something about it, though. She runs up to you to make sure you're okay and you don't fall over.

"Your Grace—sorry but—uhm...are you okay?" She is looking at you in pure worry and concern. You looked up at Sucrose with your cute, adorable child eyes and she just couldn't stop herself from fawning over you.

You yawn, and that gives her the courage to pick you up and bring you the Knights of Favonius HQ. She'll place you in the Guest Room—hopefully, Sucrose won't get scolded for placing you in such a low quality bed!

To savor the memory, though, Sucrose takes a picture of your peaceful image in bed before quietly closing the door, letting you rest without a sound. Hopefully, no one wakes you up from your dreams!

Venti

One look and he's already coming up with ballads to commemorate how cute you are! He can't stop verbally fawning over you—you're just too cute as a chibi!

"Ehe, Your Grace, you are so adorable!~"

But when he sees just how tired you are? ...Yeah, no, he's still fawning over you. You look even cuter when your sleepy! This was an absolute cuteness overdrive.

Of course, he's not that mean though—he just takes his time to do things. He's going to take you to the Tree of Vanessa to rest peacefully, with him watching over you!

If you can't sleep immediately (for some reason) or you just wake up abruptly from your dreams, Venti's already playing something on his lyre.

Yeah, I have no idea whether he sleeps or not. He's probably pulling an all-nighter making ballads about you like this, honestly.

Nahida

Adorable child sees the Almighty Creator turn into a child—she is absolutely ecstatic! You not only look cute as a chibi, but she's as tall as you now! You two can hang out like other children!

But when she sees how droopy and exhausted you look? She will immediately whisk you away to the Sanctuary of Surasthana. She'll ask someone to get a bed in there for you.

As you sleep, Nahida will enter your dreams and you two will have fun playing in fantasyland!

"Let's go, Your Grace! The magic comet will save the Prince Frog now!" (Don't ask where I got this from—)

Aand, that's it! Hope y'all enjoyed it :) See you around!

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k0nanharv3y · 5 days ago

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Robin Hood Au - Part 7.5

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

"I'm telling you they are pre-written messages!" Steph exclaimed over the sound of the entire family in the cave

Bruce was in front of the batcomputer, silently reading everything that a quick search threw at him when he put in "The Nest Coffee Shop" while another screen had "Drake's Industries"

Jason, Dick, and Damian were sitting on the floor reading some records. All about the acquisition of the building and material that contained the cafeteria

Cass placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled understandingly

"We are never too sure" said Dick

"The kid was a genius, why didn't he go to college? He could be in my class right now" Jason took out a school record under the name Timothy Drake

"His father died in an accident and his mother was murdered. He seems to have tried to keep Drake Industries afloat before it went bankrupt. Technically, the guy is poor" Damian threw some sheets at his older brother

Duke, who was watching everything from his spot, still in his pajamas and with traces of sleep, "Can I go to sleep now? Do you guys really need me here?"

"You can go rest now, Duke, we will wake you if something comes up" Bruce turned to look at his second youngest

"Please, don't" A yawn was the last thing heard from him before he returned to the mansion above

Steph heard the machine hum stop and turned to look at the results, before a small child snatched them away and walked away with them

"Damian!" She exclaimed indignantly

Cass smiled beside her

"There is no presence of any toxin or trace of DNA in the cardboard cup" he declared, returning to the center with his brothers "An old trail from the ink and Richard's DNA remains"

"Really?" Dick stood up and took the results from the younger's hands

"Really!, there's nothing wrong with Tim you freaks!" It seemed like everyone ignored her

"Bruce, this can't be a coincidence, right?"

All faces looked up to seek guidance from their father, who sighed and looked at his children

"It could be one"

Jason leaned on Steph's shoulder and leaned in further, making the girl flinch further. The boy smirked

"Why don't we do some field research? Let's go tomorrow!"

Steph's face was disfigured "You traitor!, I wanted to take y'all, but if you screw this up by being conspiracy theorists, I'm moving into the tower with the titans!" She exclaimed, and when she didn't get much of a response, she pulled out her last card "And I'll take Alfred with me!"

Everyone now seemed to react a little

"Tim is a good guy, he is only a fan of the Bats, you can see he's happy with his coffee shop. You can't- We can't just go and accuse him of being some kind of threat!"

And silence came to the cave

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10am Tim hated 2am Tim, how dare he? He'd already had 4 people complaining because the coffee shop didn't have a coffee maker and therefore no coffee

The 8am Tim had crossed off all the drinks that needed coffee and posted a sheet apologising for the lack of it. But it's Gotham and you don't say no to the people of Gotham

And here he was, trying to calm down a woman who was complaining about the lack of coffee at a coffee shop and wanted a discount because this was her first time here, and it wasn't possible that a machine was broken (Tim had actually seen her here three times already, and she always ordered a tea, but she was a bitch)

He raised his hands over his face, cringing and explaining that, no, they couldn't give her a discount or any promotion and if she wanted to come back tomorrow, they would have her coffee drink

He registered the sound of the bell, but didn't get a chance to say hello because of the sounds of the woman yelling in his face

The cafeteria, otherwise, was noisy, people having breakfast, leaving their offices to take a break, others leaving work, some about to go in, a group of college students doing homework in the corner of the cafeteria. Monday mornings were actually the busiest, but Tim didn't complain (Yes, he complained a lot. He had considered hiring Bernard after getting back in touch with him, the guy needed a job, but Tim didn't like the idea of having to teach someone how to do everything)

And then a loud, familiar voice rose from behind

"Hey, there's more on the menu! Order another one!"

Tim finally turned to look at the new customers and smiled when he saw Steph

His heart sank when he saw Steph's family

The Bats

Scratch that. The Waynes

Scratch that again. Bruce Wayne

The woman turned around as if she had been whipped, her brow furrowed in rage

"And what is your problem? Isn't it possible that a coffee shop doesn't sell coffee and doesn't offer compensation for it?" She spat angrily and Tim stepped back a little. Not because of the woman, but because... if he left quietly, he could pretend the kitchen was on fire or... or call Shiva to finish the job

"My problem is that there are other people in line, and it's too early for a bitch like yo-" Her brother covered her mouth, smiling apologetically on his face

The woman seemed to be about to continue arguing. But an alarm on her phone stopped her, and with grunts and a red face, she stomped out of the cafeteria, insulting her

Tim was already halfway to the kitchen when Steph leaned over the bar, smiling hugely and leaning almost half her body on the counter

"Hi, pretty boy!" She greeted with her usual energy, looking directly at him

Tim took a deep breath and smiled, his shoulders tense. Maybe they could blame the woman who had just yelled at him, but... But he walked back to the bar, smiling at the girl

"Hi, Stephanie, do you want your usual, or will you try something else today?" He started typing some things on the tablet next to the cash register and pretended, really pretended with all his might not to notice the onetwothreefour... six people behind her

"I actually want a whole meat, this time" she explained, trying to see what Tim was doing. "To have it here, is it possible?"

Tim scanned the entire cafeteria, stopping at an empty table in a far corner. People didn't like sitting there because it was only a one-seat table and it was small, and Tim had to pretend he didn't know the entire Wayne family was here

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Part 2 of the Part 7 i think this is hilarious

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madame-fear · 2 years ago

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can you write jace worshipping his twin sisters tits? like he just loves kissing, sucking, and laying his head on them?

(with borderline breeding kink bc he cant wait until they’re full of milk)

(posting this publicly i have no shame)

OFC BABEEE, i love y'all my shameless babes 👀🏃‍♀️

As I might (or might not) have said previously, Jace is absolutely grateful to the Seven for having given his twin sis big tits, and obviously, he would constantly dare to show how delighted he is of them by giving them love. Boob praiser 24/7

His head? always buried on your tits. You can't object anything against it/tell him not to do that because he'll lift his sight, and stare at you with puppy eyes until he convinces you to let him stay in that position. They're so satisfyingly plushy and comfy, and he just loves them so much, that they're his fave spot to rest his head.

His lips? Always find their way to your tits. Perhaps he's just placing some kisses on your cheeks or lips, and he will eventually leisurely descend to kiss your jaw, your neck, your chest... and, your tits. Jace will place so many kisses in there, and occasionally, would leave some bitemarks of dominance in there. When having intimacy, he will particularly get hard by just sucking on your tits, and he won't even get tired of doing it.

His hands? ALWAYS ON YOUR TITS!!!!!!! Squeezing, touching, massaging them, whatever thing suits him, really. Jace just can't get his hands — and eyes — off your boobs. Whatever thing he can do to show off how much of a tit lover he is, he'll do it. Bite, suck, kiss, squeeze, rest his head, or even massaging your back to relieve the pain of carrying such grand boobs.

Oh, and the breeding kink? Intense and hardcore af, shameless bitch wouldn't even hide it. It would be no surprise if you guys end up having a whole legion of children running around only because he gets turned on when he sees your milk-swollen tits, making them look even bigger than they already are. Would even squeeze them/suck on them to get some milk himself. 👀👀👀

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 2 months ago

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You've written on pregnancy with a ghoul but do you have any opinions on the possibility of synth pregnancy or pregnancy with a synth as the sperm wizard

(Mild warnings for brief discussion of pregnancy loss and maternal death.)

I had to sit on this question for a while and do a bit of synth research to re-familiarize myself with how they're made (because Nick Valentine is the only synth I care all that much about). Unfortunately for y'all, all that rumination means I'm about to sound like I've thought way too much about this, which I absolutely have.

Bear with me.

I've heard stories of people passing away and their sperm that had been previously stored (typically in advance of the person having a vasectomy/consenting to something that would limit future sperm production) being used by their spouse or partner to have children afterwards. Similarly, but a little more ghoulishly (no pun intended and also this is a personal opinion), postmortem sperm retrieval IS a thing, if you didn't know. Live sperm can be harvested from the testes if the procedure is performed quickly enough after death, or on a living person who is brain dead.

For obvious reasons, the ethics of it are hotly contested, as are the ethics of using the harvested sperm for impregnation, but let's not pretend that morality ever stopped the Institute. PSR has been used in the past by the spouses of recently deceased or brain dead men in order to have biologically related children they wouldn't be able to otherwise have.

With that little bit of background, I'll say that I imagine having a baby with a "swapped" synth, someone intended to replace a person who already exists, could be much the same sort of thing...but, you know, without you really knowing about it. They yoink your partner, harvest their sperm before they disappear them, and implant the harvested sperm into the Gen 3 replacement's lab-grown body. Bang. Boom. Baby.

However, I think whether or not synths can reproduce at all is pretty up in the air. True, the most recent generation of synth is constructed entirely of tissues grown in their labs; the human body is comprised of much more complex cells than gametes (sperm and egg cells) that would have to be produced to have a functional body, so it's feasible to assume that they have the technology to lab-create those simpler cells, too.

However, I ask this: why would they bother?

We know that the Gen 3's have organic bodies and that they're literally constructed from actual muscles/bones/organs, but who's to say some of the organs they install aren't basically "for show"? Most claim the Gen 3's don't have to eat or sleep, so are the organs that manage these functions (namely the digestive organs and possibly the reproductive organs) truly "functional"?

Obviously they can be used if needed, since Gen 3 synths can eat if they choose, but your GI tract taking stuff in at one end and spitting it out at the other doesn't mean it "works". If they truly functioned as human organs do, they'd need regular access to nutrients, rest to recuperate. A synth brain, for example, can't function the exact same way a human brain does if a synth doesn't have to eat to stay alive; the human brain requires glucose, AKA sugar obtained from eating, to function. That's why low blood sugar often gives people brain fog and puts them into a bad mood, and why it can be a medical emergency if it drops low enough. You wouldn't want that vulnerability still included in the design of your synthetic human, even if you wanted your lab-grown brain to match a real one as closely as possible.

They're supposed to be indistinguishable from humans, inside and out, but if you did an autopsy of a dead person (or synth), and their organs looked normal upon inspection, there are things about their body you still wouldn't see. You wouldn't have any idea if they actually had sperm or eggs inside their reproductive organs just by looking with the naked eye, and if they didn't have those cells, it wouldn't necessarily mean anything. Failing to include those cells wouldn't expose their design any more than including the brain chip (you know, the one you have to kill the person to access) does. Not every single detail has to be covered. If you've gotta literally dissect someone to figure out if they're a synth or not, synths and humans are about as close to one another as they're gonna get.

BUT: if I'm quite honest, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that all synths are just sterile across the board, and that the Institute didn't bother including reproductive capability when they were deciding how they would craft the Gen 3 synths. Simply not allowing them to reproduce would be the simplest choice. After all, I imagine allowing your remote-controlled minions to start having their own children can make them prone to disobeying you if what you want isn't in the best interest of those children. It's a massive variable to add into the equation when you're making devious plans.

The infertility would be easy enough to write off, too, in a world filled with radiation exposure and malnutrition; sometimes people just can't have babies and that's their lot. Even if someone's had children before, that doesn't mean that their fertility will be intact forever. Say your spouse and the parent of your child was swapped with a synth, and you went on to try and have another child, but failed. Would you automatically assume it's because your partner was swapped with someone built in a lab? Or would you just write it off as bad luck/declining health/some environmental factor? Stress can also contribute to infertility, and the Fallout universe is all stress, all the time. I imagine lots of people who want children struggle to have them. Doesn't mean their partner is a synth.

But hey, it's not an entirely unrealistic idea. Who's to say that the Institute wouldn't also have considered planning something more complex and long-term, like creating a number of synth men capable of impregnating people, of starting families and helping to build communities, synth men who could still be programmed to be very useful? A plan like that could be set up to go on even in the event that the bulk of their personnel were killed, their facilities destroyed. If you program these men to do what you want them to do (and let them think it's their own idea to be the way they are), give them the ability to father children, and send them out into the world, you could still have your desired impact in the future even if you weren't around to direct or see it.

Conclusion: I would call the likelihood of penis-having synths being able to knock anyone up "scientifically possible but not probable".

In terms of synth pregnancy, I think that could be both simpler and much more complicated, depending on which angle we're approaching the situation from.

As I mentioned above, I'm not sure what the purpose would be to allowing a synth with ovaries to go off and reproduce unless you were planning to use that reproduction to control people over a great amount of time. Even then, it's kind of a questionable plan, but the Institute loves a questionable plan! However, designing a synthetic human that can grow and birth a baby while making it seem natural would be a big ask.

It also doesn't have nearly as much theoretical "use" as a concept if Gen 3's being able to reproduce was desirable (which I don't believe it is, at least from the perspective of those who created them). Even if the children of synths were susceptible to the same control their parents are under somehow, so synths having babies just means more controllable pawns you didn't have to manufacture or program yourself, one synth could still only have so many babies at a human pace if they're the one carrying them all. A single woman has the maximum capability of one full-term pregnancy per calendar year, and that pregnancy usually only results in one baby. A guy can get a different woman pregnant every day, in theory. Multiple women. If they were gonna put resources into perfecting synth reproduction, I don't think it would be on this end of the deal.

Sure, if their scientists wanted to grow a real fetus (the product of combining a sperm and an egg, not a meat sculpture you made in the lab) in a literal tube or chamber, I'm willing to bet they could. Artificial womb technology seems easier to master than "growing whole bones and organs from scratch" technology. But the point is the realism, and building a female-presenting synth who doubles as an artificial womb and building a synth who passes as a pregnant or postpartum woman are different ballgames.

The synths aren't designed to change. They don't age, they don't get sick or tired. Hell, they don't even gain weight even though they can eat, which implies they don't digest what they take in. A body that requires little to run has little to give...how does one deliver nutrients to a fetus if you don't require them yourself, if you don't actually get anything from eating?

All that is to say nothing about the pure change in physical size that can occur during gestation, how your organs are quite literally shifted around as the fetus takes up more and more room in your torso. The Mayor McDonough replacement synth was quite literally "built" fat because he wouldn't have been capable of gaining enough weight to look like the original if they'd made him smaller. If the synth body isn't intended to change, even in body mass, how would a growing fetus fit past a certain point? I don't think it would, frankly, at least not in a way that wouldn't spell disaster for all involved. A pregnancy like that either wouldn't make it to term, would be incredibly negatively impacted by the lack of room to grow, or would kill the mother. Maybe all of the above.

Overall, their type of physiology doesn't scream "capable of withstanding the immense changes caused by pregnancy". Having a baby is literally the biggest change you could ever make to your body on all fronts; even your internal chemistry changes when you become pregnant in order to support the fetus. Your body is irreparably altered when you carry a baby to term, and it has to go through a series of changes to even get to that point to begin with.

It's not like when your "sperm wizard" gives a few pumps and their work is done; moving sperm from point A to point B isn't complicated or difficult from a scientific perspective. Pregnancy is incredibly complex and involves multiple intense processes directed by the brain and reproductive organs in order to come to fruition. You have to ovulate, have proper implantation, allow for all the change that occurs in the body over the course of gestation, and account for the trauma of labor and birth, even if by cesarean. The human body is also intended to support the infant in the postpartum stage...imagine a synth capable of breastfeeding.

The hormones of it all are by far the biggest consideration. Successfully getting pregnant would involve creating synths with wombs whose bodies also follow the 28-day hormone cycle, or whose endocrine system at the very least produces all the necessary hormones that allow successful reproduction. Even the previously mentioned breastfeeding ability is a product of hormonal changes that occur in pregnancy. Frankly, endocrinology (the study of hormones and the organs that produce them) is incredibly complicated for modern scientists to even wrap their heads around, so I think the folks at the Institute would have a big order on their plates if they wanted to theoretically make something like this happen. All these complex processes would have to be nailed perfectly in order to create a synth capable of a real pregnancy, and a synth that real is just a person who cost a lot more to create.

Sounds like a lot of goddamn work just so your literal slaves can have babies who will inevitably motivate them against you.

Conclusion: synth pregnancy where the synth is the one carrying would be much, much harder to pull off (so hard it wouldn't be an endeavor worth pursuing) and would likely end very poorly for both mother and fetus.

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vintageseawitch · 4 months ago

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this is what i think of when third party voters go around acting morally superior because they don't want to get their hands dirty like the rest of us. they're toddlers having temper tantrums because instead of using the system in a way that could benefit them in the long term like the extremist Republicans have been doing for decades, third party voters refuse to participate in local civics & then claim the entire country is already fascist. they're so cute in their naivety if they think the US can't get any worse.

what the fuck do you think will happen if you try to protest against a government with a military as massive, lethal, & expensive as ours. who do you think will be sacrificed first? oh what's that? crickets? thought so. i'm a white woman but i will absolutely use my voice to point out leftists can be racist as fuck & the anti-blackness in your spaces can be absolutely fucking wild. not everyone leftist is white, but many that are can be pretty problematic.

if you think i'm selfish then fine. if you state that you would gladly exchange my life for a Palestinian like one of you said in a comment to me a few weeks ago then fine. i'm out here fighting to make sure the people who live here in this country don't experience our own Holocaust.

if you have a problem with people wanting to fight this while claiming you're anti-genocide, you're a fucking liar & a hypocrite. you won't know what the fuck to do in a true fascist country. i don't doubt there are pockets of fascism already existing here but you thinking it's already the worst it can be is as infuriating as people who think the government is creating their massive hurricanes using weather machines. you sound just as childish & delusional. you already sound like children because you will never take responsibility for your choices if it ends up helping him win.

jill stein's campaign is a sham. she is deliberately running as a spoiler. she's a wealthy white woman who lives in a mostly white affluent neighborhood. she's going around lecturing black people about white supremacy. she is getting funds from Republicans as well as help from trump's lawyers. Lockheed Martin has given her money. she's involved in shady as fuck index funds for companies that harm the environment. she only started talking about Gaza during this election cycle to hit you in the feelings so she can bank on it. she made a whole stink about needing a recount, raised a bunch of money for that, & then that money disappeared who knows where. do you all hear this? do you care? no, you're just like maga with their orange Jesus. you don't give a FUCK about stein's red flags because she's "different."

if Harris loses & you blame anyone but yourselves, you're cowardly traitors who threw us regular Americans to the wolves because of your precious fucking principles. history has shown time & time again that protest voting typically allows something worse to take control. it's hardly ever beneficial to the people. you're vile. you don't want to make this world a better place by allowing so many near you to suffer & die. if both sides are the same then please tell me you're okay with another trump presidency. or just shut the fuck up.

i look forward to more potentially heartwarming messages saying that my life doesn't mean shit from people who allegedly are against the death penalty & are pro-human rights 🥰

please vote, don't stop talking about Project 2025, etc. i hope enough of us vote in a way that these pathetic third party voters don't gain any kind of traction. at this point i'm just angry at their hypocrisy when they don't even listen to other protestors who live here & are begging them to not vote third party. i refuse to listen to y'all not take responsibility for your part. Project 2025 will hurt us all but apparently you're okay with that or you think it's already here. smooth brain takes all around. anyways good luck & stay safe to anyone who votes blue 💙

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reashot · 2 months ago

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Merry Schneemas Or how the Jacques stole Christmas...

(This one is for all my followers that somehow still sticks around for me. Merry Christmas y'all.)

Jaune: Hey Weiss. I added one more person to the Christmas party I hope you don't mind.

Weiss: Oh of course not Jaune this is Christmas. The more people the merrier. So who do you invited?

Jaune: Oh it's your dad.

Weiss: YOU INVITED MY DAD!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

At Casa De Schnee.

Jacques: Hate, hate, hate... Double hate! ....LOATHE ENTIRELY!

Klein: Sir, there seems to be a message to you from one of young mistress Weiss's friend.

Jacques: A letter for me?

*rips open letter*

Jacques: I am to be invited to my daughter's Christmas party?

Klein: Then shall I make preparation for the travel, sir?

Jacques: Typical of my most useless children to invite me with just one day left before Christmas. But unfortunately I cannot because it will ruin my schedule...

Four o'clock wallow in self pity.

Four thirty stares into the Abbys.

Five o'clock solves world hunger. Tell no one.

Five thirty jazzercize.

Six thirty dinner with myself. I can't cancel that again.

Seven thirty wrestle with my self loathing.... I'm booked.

Of course I can move the self loathing to nine. I could still be done in time to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling as I slowly slipped into madness...

Screw it I'll just ruin Christmas for everyone. Klein let's go down into my evil lair and help me prepare a plan to ruin Christmas once and for all.

Klein: *sigh* As you wish, sir...

- 🎶

You're a sly one, Mr. Jacquees,

A schemer through and through,

You hoard all the treasures,

And share with just a few,

Mr. Jacquees...

You're as selfish as a miser, with a heart of frosty blue!

- 🎶

You're a taker, Mr. Jacques,

With greed that knows no end,

You’d steal a kid’s last cookie,

And mock them in between.

Mr. Jacques...

You’ve got the charm of a cobra, and the kindness of centipede!

- 🎶

Oh Mr. Jacques, oh Mr. Jacques,

What a wicked plan you weave,

Taking joy and spreading gloom,

On every Christmas Eve!

- 🎶

You're a hoarder, Mr. Jacques,

With a soul as dark as night,

You’d snatch the stars from heaven,

And claim them as your right,

Mr. Jacques....

You’re the icy chill of winter, in the absence of the light!

- 🎶

Oh Mr. Jacques, oh Mr. Jacques,

Will you learn to give instead?

Or will you hoard the Christmas cheer,

Until the joy is dead?

- 🎶

At Weiss's Christmas party...

Jacques:

"Ah, look at them, snug in their beds,

Dreaming of treasures while resting their heads.

But little do they know, when the sun starts to glow,

Their stockings and gifts will all be... mine to stow!

Look at this tree, so gaudy, so bright,

Who needs such sparkle on a cold winter's night?

Or this plate of cookies—what a wasteful delight!

I'll take the lot; yes, I’m doing this right.

They call this Christmas? What a frivolous thing,

Tinsel and toys tied up with a string.

A feast for the table, laughter, and cheer?

Bah, what nonsense—it’s greed they hold dear!

Oh, but not me—no, I see the truth.

It’s all just a sham, a lie taught in youth.

So I’ll clean out their treasures, take all that I can,

For I am Jacques, the taker, the man!

What’s this? A doll? Into the sack!

A shiny red train? On my shoulder, it’ll stack!

No gift too small, no bauble too plain,

When I’m through, not a trinket will remain!

But hush now, Jacques, be quiet, stay sly,

No sense in waking them, not even a cry.

For by morning, they’ll see the folly they’ve made,

And I'll revel in triumph, my dues fully paid!"

*click*

???: S-santa?

It was Jaune the biggest boy in the party waking up after a six person orgy.

Jaune: Santa. I knew it. I knew you're real.

But why are you taking all the presents?

The blonde himbo wonders. Jacques ever the shrewd man. Simply answers.

Jacques: Why I'm taking them back to my workshop on the pole. To have it fixed you see.

This is it there's no way there's someone dumb enough to believe this. Jacques thought.

Jaune: Wow. I didn't know the present was broken. Thank the gods you're here when you did Santa.

Jacques: (Wow... He is not the brightest lightbulb on the Christmas tree.)

Yes you read that right Jaune has a Christmas orgy now stop asking.

#jacques schnee #klein #rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #the grinch #dr seuss #christmas #rwby shitpost #rwby jaune

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28thsprinklecake · 2 months ago

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❥ IT'S MY BABY'S DAY Y'ALL uhm I know I'm late don't give me these dirty looks (I will make it up to you with a long deep-throated, sloppy kiss, I will also stop eating our children, and and I will keep my red hair for the rest of my life)

❥ tbh I don’t even know from where to start, you're not just a friend to me, you're my everything, the apple of my eye like they say, my soulmate, my partner in crime, AND my secret wife that I cheat on everyone with, I love everything about you ya lkalba even t9a7bink 3ndo bento I can't really imagine my life without you who else would put up with my random stupid thoughts, laugh at my bad jokes, match my freak, comfort me when I'm down and more? literally no one, so what I'm saying is STICK by my side till the day you die and EVEN AFTER, that's an order btw.

❥ Words are failing me again.. you know how much I love you happy birthday habibi I truly am grateful to have you by my side I wish you the happiest birthday ever >< enjoy every second of your special day, you deserve all the good things in the world, I wish you wealth and success only since you're gonna have your happiness nhar tji to5tbini (amzah la amzah), happy birthday lala kol 3am wa anti bi5ayr

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anonymouscuzwhynot001 · 4 months ago

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B99 S8 THOUGHTS

(B99 SPOILERS BELOW FOR THE LAST TIME 😭😭😭)

rosa babe you better not leave me i will hunt you down and handcuff you to your desk if i have to

oh good i was so scared after what happened to gina 😮‍💨

kevin and holt WHAT NOW????? (why did i know that five seconds before he said it 😭 i have a thing for guessing insane plot twists i guess 😌 it's thrice already)

not rosa cackling bc of her edibles while the rest of the gang is standing in awkward silence during the kevin/raymond stare-off

"i feel dirty. you feel dirty?" "i do. and i LOVE IT."

jake is so done with amy's 16 minute rant about their baby not pulling himself up bc he's STILL in the AGE RANGE to DO IT

NO BUT THAT LOOK AMY GIVES JAKE WHEN HE OFFERS TO STAY HOME WITH MAC AND LET HER GO TO THE PRESENTATION THING HAD MY HEART FUCKING MELTINGGGGGGGGGG

one last pb&j <3

WHY IS IT ALWAYS TERRY AND CHARLES BICKERING LIKE Y'ALL HAVE CHILDREN Y'ALL ARE THE OLDEST PARENTS IN THE PRECINCT LITERALLY SHUT UP

(nah but it's literally so fucking interesting though—)

damn we got to nine-drink amyyy

CHARLES BOYLE ISN'T A BOYLE???

"what would you do?" "i'm not sure. but i know that when things are hard, i talk them through with amy. and just being with her, looking into her eyes, everything that seemed so complicated becomes simple. and then . . . i just know." LAJKSHGSDKJGKJSDHFKJAKADJDKFSFSD PERALTIAGO DO I NEED TO SAY ANY MORE <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

peraltiago will be the death of me

jake

shut

the

fuck

you're

not

leaving

FUCK YEAH GINA MY BESTIE

is pimento giving sirius black or is that just me

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JAKE'S BEEN IN A COMA FOR SEVEN YEARS SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE

WHAT THE FUCK TEDDY AMY CHARLES MAC IS SEVEN???

oh my fucking gods me heart fucking stopped for a second there but i gotta hand it to amy she's a fucking badass (SHE TOOK DOWN A PERP IN A FUCKING WEDDING GOWN AND EARNED MY PERMANENT RESPECT)

. . . damn hitchcock

the nine-nine's broken and so am i 😭

HE PULLED THE FUCKING "BEEP-BORP ZEEP FROM S1E1 HELPPPPP

ANOTHER HEIST FUCK YEAHHHHH

so imma go cry in a corner now toodles—

(so i can't put pictures in the tags so:

THE LITTLE bUmP

1 MINUTE AND 43 SECONDS IN WE KNOW IT

NAH WHAT AM I SAYING WE KNEW IT 15 SECONDS IN WHEN AMY SAID "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WEIRDO")

(also read the tags before you read this bc i ran out of tags

"yeah he seems cool i agree."

WHIPPED I TELL YOU. WHIPPED

anyways i should probably stop putting all my s1 thoughts in here—

why were the first reaction posts so short i'm crying 😭

WAIT SHIT THIS MEANS I CAN FINALLY GO THROUGH ALL THE B99 TAGS ON TUMBLR

FUCK YEAHHHHH

AWESOME BLOGS HERE I COMEEE)

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dootznbootz · 4 months ago

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i feel like i would be burned if i said agamemnon and clytemnestra were the same, i hate when they make agamemnon look like the devil, bad father, bad everything but clytemnestra who abused her daughters and tried to kill a baby (who was her own blood and it was a punishment in ancient greece to kill your own blood) and killed caassandra's babies as the "perfect mother, punished by the patriarchy" (except if it's electra she deserves to be abused according to her stans)

What would happen if I wanted a retelling of the curse of Atreus as a cycle of domestic violence, toxic families, but how it passes from generation to generation, Agamemnon being the older brother and who has to become tough to protect Menelaus his younger brother, and Menelaus ends the curse by sparing Helen's life unlike his ancestors who gave his own daughter the throne giving a curse to his generation, Menelaus forgiving Helen and returning to Sparta with Hermione his daughter whom he pampers very much and for her he refuses to marry again for fear of being treated like a bastard

agamemnon trying to protect those he loves most But only one mistake causes his daughter to be sacrificed to his disgust and he also ends up dead because of his wife, there is something that bothers me is that many justify Clytemnestra saying that she did nothing wrong, But many forget in Iphigenia of Thauros that Iphigenia does not hate her father, she even calls him dear, when she hears that her mother tried to kill her brother who was a baby (yes, she herself mentions that she remembers that Orestes was her little brother) and when she realizes that he has been alive she is not angry because they killed her mother but Felix because the rest of her brothers live and does not hold resentment or hatred towards their father deciding to forgive

Many Clytemnestra stan say that Clytemnestra is punished by the patriarchy and did nothing wrong but they forget the parts where she used the Trojan women as spoils, enslaved her daughters and tried to kill Orestes and also forget that Iphigenia in some versions asked her to take care of her brothers (something that Clytemnestra did not fulfill), Electra is underestimated by Clytemnestra apologists and her actions also to villainize Orestes who is just a child

If the myth of the oristeia is to say that mothers are only incubators, but Electra's actions show that women still have power (she supporting Orestes to take the throne usurped by his stepfather) and showing an authority figure to her brother, even in some statues they put her as the highest than Orestes, something that only happened with mothers....

Orestes at the trial not only frees himself from the furies, he also frees his family, supported by his sisters and his uncle, Orestes kills the worst version of himself by killing Clytemnestra (one who was initially a victim but became a victimizer) ending a cycle of violence

I'd be burning with you if that were the case tbh.

As I agree with the whole "Both Agamemnon and Clytemnestra do some awful things" and how people hate on Agamemnon and put Clytemnestra on a pedestal which is really really annoying. Honestly I don't have too much to add as you've already laid it all out very well.

I spoke about it a bit before but where is the feminism in a mother throwing away her children for her new partner? (Modern day we hear stories about how that fucks the children up, y'all don't think it was the same back then?) Where is the feminism in killing the victim of the man who has caused you pain? Why is feminism always more "loved" when it's "violent"? Why can't women just BE? Why do women have to be violent in order for her story to be feministic?

Cassandra wasn't even one who behaved as a "homewrecker" who revels in destroying families. She was literally just trying to survive in the situation she was now in. She was a concubine for fuck's sake!

I really don't understand people villainizing Electra and Orestes so much. Like I'm sorry but if your mom, after killing your dad and making this new guy boss, THREW YOU OUT. I don't think you'd be very happy either. Why do people ONLY care about Iphigenia? Does her love for her siblings not matter?

People who genuinely revel and go absolutely bonkers about their Girlboss Queen Clytemnestra killing with no sign of like, irony and/or like, goofiness. I love Penelope who is constantly praying for the suitors to die. I joke about Odysseus' "Bother the wife, you get the knife". But like, yeah, THEY FUCKING KILLED PEOPLE. THEY'RE MURDERERS. I'M NOT SAYING THAT'S FINE IRL FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

And even then like, if it WAS just Agamemnon, then that'd be more understandable, still fucked but understandable. HE was the one who did the "deed" I guess. BUT YOUR OTHER CHILDREN RECEIVING CONSEQUENCE? WHAT DID THEY DO OTHER THAN EXIST?!

And oooh, I love the parallels between Menelaus and Agamemnon so much. The messed up brothers. :') Some really cursed guys.

#Mad rambles #ask #shot by odysseus #agamemnon #clytemnestra #electra #orestes #fujoch100-blog #you always have some banger and interesting discussions. hell yeah

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shiggyssillyworld · 4 months ago

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Hii! I'm not sure if you write gore but please can I request Sanemi and Uzui (if you only do one character per req then Uzui please) treating an injured Reader <3 Also idm if you are only comfortable with minor injuries but if you want to please could you do something pretty serious or life threatening (I love angst I'm sorry)

Alrighty I got you babes 💋‼️

TW! ⚠️

Gore and mention of life threatening situation.

A/N: I tried to make this as close to realistic or canon as possible. I also only did tengen because no matter how hard I tried to think of a good plot for the angry chihuahua I literally just couldn't 😭🙏

Summary: you were sent on a mission with them, and y'all ended up bonding quite well, but the demon y'all were after made a presence and you ended up getting injured severely. What will they do?

You stood outside of his estate, your crow had told you to come here and wait for him. This felt so strange, going on a mission with a hashira. You can't embarrass yourself you just can't. Mid thought and that's when a voice chimed in. "You know, ya don't look very flashy when you're standing there and haven't even introduced yourself..." He said his tone was teasing and filled with mockery. Although his face was boredly staring down at you.

'My my he is tall' You thought to yourself, giving him a bow out of respect "[Name] [L name], I am looking forward to this mission with you, sir!" Wow. You just made yourself look ever more stupid. "uh.. huh? Well let's make this quick shall we, We have tons of people to save and we have to do it in a flashy way!" He said like some narcissist on crack, he was flexing his muscles, and doing dramatic poses like if he didn't it'd kill him.

Now it was your turn to look at him like he was on something. "Yes of course! Flashy..." I said trying to sound just as enthusiastic but I looked normal standing next to this guy. "Now miss [L name], let's see just how well you are at keeping up, hm?" And just like that he was gone, and you felt so glad your crow already told you the direction, and that's when you yourself took off following behind him.

"You know, when I heard what a hashira was, I didn't expect them to act worse than children." I mumbled to myself as I pretty much played catch with someone the same age as me.

He laughed at what I said, and my heart froze but my body continued to move swiftly through the forest. 'Did he hear me?' I asked myself as I stared ahead of me as his much larger figure almost elegantly moved through the forest.

'I wanted to save up my stamina for the mission, but I think I'll be able to rest a little bit' I said before quickly catching up to the hashira before me. "So, I've told you my name, but you haven't told me yours." I said now completely behind the man. He turned around, he seemed a little surprised that I was now behind him but he didn't seem to say anything. "Uzui tengen! I'm the sound hashira and the flashiest!" He said continuing to even do dramatic poses in the air.

This time, it was funny and I couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He gave me a shocked and almost offended face. "Are you laughing at my flashiness!? You're just jealous because of how handsome I am!" He said flexing his muscles once more and I couldn't help but laugh again.

Me and tengen talked the entire time and got along very well, it was like he was my older brother. He stopped suddenly and so did I. "what's going on?.." I whispered to him, but he put his hand up as in telling me to not make a sound. He seemed to be listening intently to our surroundings.

After some time he grabbed the hilt of his sword prepared to attack and as I went to reach for mine as well, he quickly turned around and went to yell something, but I could hear was a ring in my ear, and my body go slump. I felt numb what was going on, and why couldn't I hear anything and I could barely breathe, and I was coughing out blood but from what...

Tengen with ease of course since he's hashira was able to slay the demon, he quickly ran back to your aid. But when he saw you his eyes went wide.

The demon had managed to punch into the left side of your rib, puncturing your left lung, you were struggling to breath and you were coughing blood like crazy, but you had no reaction. (Your wound is open and he can see your ribs and lung.)

He ran to your side and stared at where he had hit you. He looked around and found some sticks, and took his uniform off. He quickly slowly pulled some of your rib bones out and positioned them to normal then taking the sticks and placing them in to help support the bones before wrapping his uniform around her frame so she doesn't bleed to death. He immediately ran to the direction of the butterfly mansion, he knew it couldn't have been far he recognized these woods quite well.

After a few more minutes he had made it to shinobus estate, quickly barging in and looking for shinobu. "Shinobu!?.. where are you!!?" He called out in a panic, his eyes darting everywhere until she came into view.

"My my, what happened to her?"she asked her voice calm as usual, but she quickly turned around, her hand waving signalling him to follow, making her way to an empty room.

Uzui placed her on one of the beds, where shinobu took over and requested him to leave since she'd have to take the girl's uniform off. Uzui insisted he stay for a few minutes but finally gave in and walked out of the room.

Hours go by and uzui just couldn't stop pacing back and forth. He felt like this was his fault, he didn't even understand why he was so worked up about this, you were a regular demon slayer and it's normal for people to die through this line of work. So why..

Shinobu walked out and noticed uzuis pace, she herself was a little curious as to why he was acting so strange. "Tengen?" She called over to him. He reacted immediately and ran over there. "Is she okay!?" He said his voice filled with worry and panic.

"She's fine, make take her some time to heal but other then that she's all good!" She said reassuringly. "May I go in?" He asked his voice less strained and more relaxed. Shinobu nodded her head allowing him to enter the room.

He walked in and looked around a few times before finally entering the room and walking over to her bed. "How ya feeling, kid?" He asked sitting on a chair beside her bed.

I heard uzuis voice and perked up a little looking away from the ceiling and where he was sitting, I smiled. "Well other than the huge scar I'm gonna get, and being completely stuck in this room for a while... Better then being dead I guess!" She laughed extremely softly as to not hurt her lungs.

Uzui seemed to smile at that and nodded. "Yeah way better, you're a strong kid.. I wasn't able to see you go into battle but you survived a fatal blow and that.. is flamboyant.."

I seemed to smile a little brighter at his words. "Thank you, it's much appreciated. I'm truly sorry for not being able to help with the mission.." I apologized, my smile fading a little and my eyes darting way from his.

He placed his hand on mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze shaking his head no. "don't apologize, it wasn't your fault.. I, Myself, A hashira! Was even caught off guard with the surprise attack." He explained kinda dramatically like he was in some drama film.

"I wanna see your fighting skills one day, I want you to become my tsuguko! Don't feel pressured, think it over and when you've made your decision I'll be waiting for you at my estate! You're a damn fine slayer and you'll be a damn fine hashira too, kid!"

I couldn't contain the big smile that crossed my features and the way I looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "I'd love to!" I said immediately, I went to lift myself up, but stopped myself a little when A rush of pain shot through my chest.

"Don't move, you need to heal.." He said worriedly as he slowly helped me to lay back down, I could only admire him and his gentleness. He was different when he wasn't so up his ass..

"So when I heal, just go to your estate?" I asked him my eyes slowly closing, A small smile plastered on my face. He could only smile in return and nod. "Yep, and if I'm on a mission just inform my wives and they'll welcome you with warm hearts, they're the finest women in the world!" He said happily, I could tell he loved bragging about his wives.

I nodded and finally succumbed to sleep, my body finally relaxing....

The ending is up to y'all, whether she's just sleeping, going into a coma, OR she dies right there. Either way it's your imagination, and if someone would request one of the three endings I'd be more than happy to write about them (separately)

Anyways tootles hope you enjoyed <3

Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in future stories!!

#tengen x reader #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #tengen uzui x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n

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thedeathlysallows · 1 year ago

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Glow

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader (previously established as Sugar Plum)

Summary: And I'm standing here handing you my heart 'cause I couldn't wait anymore

Warnings: depressed reader, angst, smut. Loki using his shadow magic for nsfw purposes, degredation, spanking, bondage, possessive!Loki, hair pulling. Warnings aren't exhaustive

Here's a part 2 to Santa Baby for y'all. I hope it lives up to expectations!

The year passes by in a dull, painful blur of building toys, spreading Christmas cheer, and ignoring the ache in your chest that appears any time you think about Loki.

No phone call.

No letter.

Nothing.

All you have is the ghost of a memory that fades with each excruciatingly boring day.

You can't even practice your magic properly... since... ya know... he was your teacher. Honestly, someone should've picked up on that. You're not your brother who takes everything in stride and seems to perfect everything with the ease expected of a future Santa Claus. You aren't your mother who just knows what to do to make someone feel better and keeps the elves satisfied and cheery without breaking a sweat. You aren't your father who is Santa Claus and brings joy to every living being across the nine realms.

You're... an imposter in a family of saints.

No wonder Loki ditched you as soon as he fucked you.

That's all you deserve.

To be used and tossed aside.

"You okay over there, sugar plum?" Sprinkle peers at you with curious eyes and rosy cheeks.

You clear your throat and straighten your dress. "Just fine, Sprinkle. How's the blushing bride?"

Sprinkle perks up even more, her mouth stretching into a wide smile. "She's perfect! I love Mrs. Claus more than anything in the whole world, but I think your brother picked a good girl! She'll be the perfect Mrs. Claus when your parents retire and pass the title!"

Sprinkle continues chattering but you block her out. You love Sprinkle, you really do, but it's difficult to listen to her go on and on about how perfect your brother's soon to be wife is. You know how perfect she is. You knew it the moment she stepped foot in the North Pole. You could sense it. Sprinkle is right; she will be the perfect Mrs. Claus one day. She'll have beautiful children who will one day also pick the perfect spouse and the tradition will keep going for as long as the world still spins.

And you'll be somewhere watching.

"I need to go. I can hear them starting the music." You cut off Sprinkle before your chest can cave in from the nasty feeling brewing deep inside you.

Anxiety, Doctor Jolly called it.

(You aren't sure about him with his credentials being from Gumdrop University, but your dad swears he's "the best in the biz". You're pretty sure your dad only says that because good ol' Dr. Jolly always prescribes hot chocolate for almost any ailment of your dad's.)

You wind your way through the labyrinth that is your home, meeting the rest of your family at the front entryway. Red and green garland wrap around every available surface, silver tinsel dripping off various fixtures. If this was your wedding you probably would've requested more decorations, but Holly wanted to downplay the whole "Santa thing" as she called it.

"My family thinks they're in Canada," she confided in you last week. "I couldn't tell them the truth, could I?"

No, she couldn't, but you still feel bad she had to lie to her family.

And all for your brother.

Ew.

"Oh, sugar plum, there you are!" Your mother reaches out for you, running her eyes over your perfectly pleated red dress before nodding to herself. "Sprinkle did a wonderful job."

"As usual." You give her a tense smile and turn to Holly. "How are you?"

She nods, looking flushed and excited. "I'm good! I've been waiting months!"

Months.

Holly and your brother have known each other for months.

Loki's known you practically your entire life and you can't get him to talk to you anymore.

"-go sit down," your mother says.

You've clearly caught the tail end of a conversation, but you can't find it in you to care. She tugs on you, wrapping her hand in the crook of your elbow before stepping through the heavy oak doors to head into what your mother affectionately calls "the entertaining room". It sort of reminds you of the throne room in Asgard, but less austere and more homey with all the dark wood and soft fire light. It's decorated similar to the entry hall, with red, green, and silver covering everything. A giant Christmas tree sits in front of the staircase with yellow twinkling lights and various handmade ornaments.

"They made it after all, how lovely!" Your mother nudges you in the side, forcing you to look up from the red aisle runner.

You follow your mother's line of vision only to meet Thor's eyes. He gives you a broad smile and whispers something to the brunette woman sitting on his left side. She looks completely awestruck, taking in everything. Whoever she is, she must mean a lot to Thor if he risked bringing her to the wedding.

You look to Thor's right and your throat constricts. Loki sits with his back straight and legs crossed, lips curved down in a bored frown. He looks up at the same time you and your mother take your seats in the front row. Not even the comfy cream and silver chairs the elves worked so hard on for the wedding can relax you. Loki's eyes burn holes in the back of your skull through the entire ceremony. You even miss your dad pronouncing the happy couple man and wife, you're so desperate to find an escape route.

For an entire year you wanted so desperately for him to say anything to you, and now all you can think about is getting away.

How brave of you.

Face your problems head on, Doctor Jolly told you months ago. It sounded nice at the time. Helpful even. Now? Now not so much.

No, you'll make the rounds at your parents' side and then go hide in your room.

Good?

Good.

The assembled crowd migrates to the dining room and you try to lose Loki in the throng of bodies. Much to your displeasure, it doesn't work at all. In fact, it's like he's zeroed in on you and nothing can distract him from stalking you in the giant room. You dance around him, downing one glass of champagne followed by two more. Eventually, you lose him and feel your shoulders relax.

"Hello, sugar plum," Loki's low voice purrs in your ear.

The tension in your body comes back immediately. "What the fuck do you want?"

He puts his hand over his heart. "How nasty. Is that any way to treat an honored guest?"

"Honored guest?"

"That's what the invitation said."

"Well I sure as shit didn't write that." You pluck a sugar cookie off the tray of a passing elf. "If it had been up to me it would've said something like "stupid liars need not show up"."

He raises a brow. "Stupid liars?"

"Yeah, well, it's a work in progress. But you get the idea!"

"No, actually, I don't believe I do. What exactly did I lie about?"

"Good question! You-" you bite off the cookie, trying to buy yourself some time. Loki just looks at you, half expectant, half amused.

"Admit it," he goads you. "I haven't lied to you."

"You took my virginity," you accuse.

Loki shrugs nonchalantly. "Something anyone could've done, sugar plum."

"But they didn't!" A few people turn their heads curiously in your direction when they hear your raised voice, and your skin heats up in embarrassment. "I didn't let anyone else. I let you and then you just left me."

Loki's mask of cool indifference falters for a second before he slips it back in place. "Did it not occur to you that I was otherwise occupied?"

"Oh, so you finally made that move on Sif now that she's free from Thor?"

"Of all the stupid, childish things to come out of your mouth, that one might earn the top spot." Loki bends so his lips are right at your ear. "It's been no one but you for a year, sugar plum. Shall I prove it?"

You shove him away and tilt your chin in defiance. "Fuck off, Loki. I don't need you."

Without sparing a look back, you leave the dining room and head to your bedroom. You'd rather be alone forever than spend another second in a room with Loki. Besides, everyone is so busy with your brother and Holly that they won't notice you're gone.

Once in the safety of your bedroom, you strip out of your dress, the heavy red velvet pooling around your ankles. A simple green bathrobe sits on the edge of your bed, but before you can grab it, long fingers wrap around your wrist. Loki tugs you toward him with ease.

"I've certainly missed this sight," he purrs.

"How did you-"

"Magic, sugar plum. You would've sensed me sooner had you been practicing with your own."

"Sorry, my teacher fucked me and dumped me, so I've been a bit depressed."

Loki hums. "Yes, so Sprinkle cornered me and told me."

You genuinely have nothing else to say. An entire year of dreaming of this moment, and now it's here, and you can't think of a single thing to say.

"Speechless, darling? I do tend to have that effect on women." He's teasing you, trying to get you to say something, but you still can't find the words. "Come now, sugar plum. I'm sure you have more to say to me."

You open your mouth only to close it before opening it again. "I don't."

"Not even if I said I've missed you every second this past year? Not even if I said losing my mother didn't even compare to losing you?"

You heard about Frigga dying. You even attended her funeral. Loki had been nowhere in sight.

"I wanted you," he continues. "Every second of every day."

"You're lying," you say.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because..." You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "I'm nothing. I'm no one."

"Who's the liar now?"

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. "You know it's the truth."

Green flames flicker and dance in the depths of his gaze. "I've met many beings in my life, sugar plum, and most of them never deserved to exist. But you? You're not one of them."

"Loki, I don't feel-"

"No, you never do. You never feel anything, do you?" He's angry as he pulls you into his chest, his long fingers leaving their mark on the bare skin of your hips. "If you refuse to help yourself, sugar plum, I suppose it's up to me."

He walks you backwards until the backs of your thighs meet your soft bed. The two of you topple over onto it, Loki's body still pressed firmly to your own. Through his finely pressed suit you can feel every single inch of him. What little bit of his skin is exposed is hot, feverish almost.

"I wasn't avoiding you," Loki says with a snarl.

He presses hot kisses to the column of your throat in between words. Something cold and almost mist-like wraps around your wrists, pinning them in place. You look to either side and see large shadows the same shape as Loki looming over you. That's what holds your wrists down. That's what slithers across your breasts, toying with your nipples and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. His shadows.

You struggle to catch your breath. "Then what were you doing?"

"Preparing, darling."

"For what?"

Loki hums, trailing his fingers from your hips to the insides of your thighs. His touch is light, teasing. "For you. You're mine."

"Y-yours?"

He nods. "Mine."

He spreads your thighs, dragging a finger over your slit. His shadows still hold you firmly in place, allowing their master to do as he wishes with your exposed body.

"Tell me, darling," Loki purrs in your ear as he sinks two fingers deep in your cunt. "Why would I want anything that isn't absolutely perfect?"

You bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. You've wanted this, dreamt of this, for a year... and now you're totally overwhelmed to have his attention again. As Loki's fingers pump in and out of you, you arch your back, your brain going foggy with lust.

"You're a goddess," he continues. His lips are right by your ear and he nips at your earlobe. "I've been searching for a place worthy of us for the past year. You were made to rule by my side."

Loki leans back, a flash of green momentarily joining the warm orange glow of the fireplace. His clothes disappear in the flash and he's back on you in a second.

"You were made for me," Loki whispers. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face, softening his expression. His shadows disappear and it's just the two of you now. Loki withdraws his fingers from your cunt and strokes his cock. "Yes?"

You nod, eager to have him inside you. "Yes!"

"Mmm, good girl."

He flips you over onto your front and grips your ass, fingertips digging into your flesh. His cock prods and your soaked entrance and you moan into the sheets. One of his palms moves to rest against the small of your back while he uses the other to guide himself inside you. It feels so good, so right, to have Loki buried to the hilt inside you. You feel full. Complete.

"Loki," you moan out as you arch your back, fucking yourself on his cock. "Please!"

Loki strokes your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back. "So pretty when you beg, sugar plum. But a good whore uses her words. Tell me exactly what you want."

You continue bouncing your ass on his cock, desperate for any sort of friction. "Please, Loki, please fuck me please!"

"Is that all? You just want me to fuck you? Is that all you're worth? A hole for me to come in and throw away after?"

"Y-yes." It comes out as a question more than a statement.

Loki's hand comes down on your ass, a loud slap echoing through the room. "Wrong. What did I tell you that you are?"

"A goddess!"

"What else?"

When you take too long to answer he smacks your ass again. "What else?!"

"Yours," you cry out. "I'm yours."

Loki snaps his hips forward, meeting your own desperate grinding. "Fuck yes you are."

You let your upper body fall forward, relaxing into his smooth movements as he fucks into your cunt. He's thick and hard inside you and reaches spots you didn't even know existed. Your mind goes absolutely blank until the only thing that exists is the sensation of Loki inside you. He moans your name, praises falling from his lips.

So good, he says. Mine. All mine.

"L-Loki..." you gasp out his name as your orgasm washes through you, leaving your body tingling in its wake.

"Yes," Loki groans. "My perfect girl."

His cock twitches inside you as he comes, his body draping over yours in the aftermath of his own orgasm. His chest rises and falls quickly as he rolls to his side and pulls you with him.

"Are you leaving now?" You hate how small your voice sounds when you ask the question, but Loki's answer has you sighing in relief.

"Never again, sugar plum. As I said earlier, you're mine. Now and forever. In every lifetime."

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