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[666writingcafe]

Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Eight)

Author's Note: This is the NSFW/smut part of this little story, so if that's not your thing (or if you're underage), then keep strolling, because this is basically going to detail what Barbatos and MC do after the concert back at their hotel room, if you catch my drift. For everyone else, the content is underneath the cut.

Content Warning/Summary: everything between MC and Barbatos is consensual, rough kissing, biting, blood sucking both in reference to this and this and it actually happening, oral (giving and receiving; MC is gender neutral), mention of implied voyeurism, implied size insecurity (as a result of virgin!Barbatos) reference to this, slight degradation (but it's mixed in with praise, so do with that what you will), penetration (no condom), Barbatos morphs into his in-game demon form (so what the fandom has called level two), wrist-binding via forked tail

"MC." The moment we walk up to the door of our hotel room, any playfulness that Barbatos displayed throughout the concert disappears, replaced by a nearly overwhelming seriousness.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

"I need to know if you're okay with continuing what we started earlier." Right. The concert. The music combined with the cocktail we both had may have caused us to get a little...bold as the evening progressed. I can still feel his hands on my stomach and his lips on my neck, and I wonder if he still feels me rubbing up against him.

"I wouldn't have done it if I--"

"Yes or no, MC." His eyes are brighter and more intense than usual. "I don't need a long-winded explanation." He sighs again, wincing at his harsh tone. "Look, I don't know if I'd be able to control myself once we're inside, and the last thing I want to do is to hurt you by doing something without your consent. So, let me ask you again: do you want to pick up where we left off?" His heated gaze causes me to swallow nervously, and my "yes" comes out as a mere whisper.

He allows me to enter the room first. Once he closes the door, he quickly pushes me up against it and kisses me. Hard. His tongue quickly finds his way inside my mouth, and he lifts me off my feet, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist in order to prevent myself from falling right on my ass.

I'm sure I'll feel the bump on the back of my head in the morning, but right now, that is the last thing on my mind. In fact, there's only one word repeating itself over and over: more. Whether it's purely physical or a result of Barbatos' most prevalent sin affecting me is inconsequential at this point; I just want him to keep going.

He eventually breaks the kiss, but doesn't back away. Instead, he rests his forehead on mine and gazes into my eyes, making me feel fluttery inside.

"I want to try something," he murmurs. "Lucifer mentioned doing it once, and I wonder if it's as good as he says it is." It takes me a moment to figure out what he's referring to, but then I remember: the night we made our pact. Specifically, what happened right before.

"Okay." I tilt my head so that my neck's exposed to him.

"I'll try my best to be gentle." He leans down and licks a spot on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He then wraps his mouth around it, and a sharp pain radiates from that spot, indicating that he's not only bitten down on it, but that he's pierced the skin. Gasping, I grip Barbatos' shoulders as the pain morphs into something else. Something that causes me to moan. Thankfully, I'm not the only one that makes a noise, for Barbatos groans as well.

"He's right," he whispers, detaching himself from my neck. "You are heavenly." He licks the spot again before glancing up at me. "Would you want some of mine?" The question initially takes me aback, but I quickly remind myself that it is common for demons to drink each others' blood when they get intimate.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I'm not sure if doing so would be the safest thing for me to do." A soft smile crosses his lips.

"Of course. How silly of me. Can't have you turning into something else, after all." He pauses. "Although, there's nothing that says you can't still leave your mark on me."

"You want me to give you a hickey?"

"I hardly think just one would suffice." Is he being serious right now?

"You do realize that we're due back tomorrow, right?" Barbatos shrugs.

"I like to think that I'm good at hiding things, especially from the Young Master." He gently helps me get off him before stepping back and extending a hand out to me. "Plus, it hardly seems right for you to be the only one with visible evidence of our little tryst, now does it?"

"You're ridiculous," I mutter as I grab his hand. He guides us to the couch and sits down, instructing me to straddle his lap and face him.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask. Barbatos gently smiles, patting my thigh.

"Yes, MC. I'm sure." Gingerly, I lean down and kiss his neck.

"It's okay," he coaxes, sensing my hesitance. "You won't hurt me." He begins rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. His touch and his scent are enough to make me feel less nervous, leading me to start sucking and nipping at his neck.

"You can go harder than that," he murmurs. Somehow, despite the two of us not having a pact with each other, my mind and body treat his words like a command. Soon, the sound of his pleasure-filled groans fill my ears, spurring me to go even harder.

"Good human." Should I care that he said that, given that demons normally use the word 'human' as an insult? Probably. Do I? Absolutely not. Especially not by the time our shirts are off and our hands are roaming each other's bodies as we resume kissing.

I can't help it. It feels nice.

After a while, Barbatos breaks the kiss and places a hand on the side of my face.

"I think it's time to move things to the bedroom," he states quietly. "The couch isn't suitable for what I want to do to you."

"Okay." He stands up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him again as he easily carries me to the bedroom. I know demons are a lot stronger than humans, but I didn't think he'd be able to pick me up with as much ease as he seems to have. I'm not exactly the lightest person in the world.

Once he's put me down on the bed, he straddles me and gently pushes me backwards, making my head hit the soft pillows. He plants a quick kiss on my lips before slowly moving down my body. By the time his hands reach the waistband of my jeans, I've been reduced to pants and gasps.

"Am I good to continue?" he asks.

"Yes." With that, he unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs, my underwear soon following. His eyes train on my face as he begins rubbing his hand on me, intent on my reaction. My quiet pants morph into louder whines as he continues. That seems to satisfy him, for his hand quickly gets replaced by his mouth. He begins humming as he tastes me, almost as if I'm one of his favorite desserts or teas.

At some point, my good judgement ends up clouded by how good he feels, and I end up uttering an 'oh god'. Like an idiot. I mean, what kind of human says 'oh god' to a demon? Unsurprisingly, Barbatos stops what he's doing, but rather than scold me, he simply replies,

"He wouldn't make you feel this good." As if to prove his point, he resumes with a renewed fervor. Soon, I'm moaning in time with my mind chanting his name. The added noises he's making push me over the edge, and my hands grip the sheets as pleasure overrides my senses.

Once I've managed to calm down, I sit up and stretch my arms and legs before focusing on Barbatos, who's hardly moved an inch.

"Come here," I tell him. Wordlessly, he obeys, and soon our positions are switched.

"I haven't done this before," he murmurs.

"What, received a blowjob?" He blushes.

"To be honest, any of this."

"Then how--"

"By watching."

"Does Diavolo--"

"Yes. He has me hide in the shadows." He pauses. "There are plenty of people that would use sex as an opportunity to hurt him, and part of my job is to protect him."

"So, even--"

"Not you two. We know neither of you wish him any harm." I didn't realize his duties extended to those type of activities, but in a way, it makes sense. I know Asmo uses his lust as a weapon at times, so what's to stop other demons from doing the same?

"Anyway, I just don't want you to be...well..." Barbatos trails off.

"Disappointed?" I offer. He meekly nods. Did not realize he was insecure about that of all things. I pat his thigh, trying to reassure him.

"I'm a human, remember? Anything you have is going to be a lot larger than what's normally available for me. Besides, I wouldn't change my opinion of you just because of what you may or may not have downstairs. I'll still like you." With that, I remove his pants to reveal...

Wow.

I can't even form words.

And I don't mean that in a bad way.

Quite the opposite, actually.

"MC?"

Right. Barbatos. Have to make him feel good.

He hisses as I wrap my mouth around him.

"Shit."

This isn't the first time my brain has short-circuited like this. That was with Asmo. He was walking around with no clothes on, not realizing that I was home.

There was a little voice in my head that kept repeating "suck it". I couldn't focus on anything else. The only way I could return back to normal was if I did what the voice told me to do.

Just like now.

Except it's more intense. Probably because this time, it's intentional.

Barbatos groans. I hum in response.

"Fuck, MC."

I want more. I don't care if I choke.

More groaning.

More cursing.

Soon, I feel him shoot down my throat. Of course, I swallow.

He's still hard.

I barely have time to register this before Barbatos grabs me and flips me over so that he's on top again. Moments later, he's entering me.

"You'll have to forgive me. I simply could not resist."

After a few careful thrusts, he begins picking up the pace.

"You feel so good, MC. I understand why everyone's so obsessed with you; you're like the perfect little toy."

Again, I probably should be offended, but I can't find it in me to protest. Not when my mind is turning to mush with each thrust.

A sharp pain indicates that he's bitten down on my shoulder, but somehow that only adds to the overall experience. My hands find their way up in his hair.

His horns have sprouted.

Where's the tail?

My question gets answered quickly, as I feel something wet wrap around my wrists and yank them up.

Speaking of wet...

There's lots of squelching. It mixes well with the other noises, both verbal and otherwise. Asmo would be impressed.

Barbatos' movements become more erratic, which means he must be getting close. Sure enough, he bottoms out moments later as my insides become soaked.

"Are you okay?" Barbatos asks, unwrapping himself from me. "I didn't go too hard, did I?"

"I'm still in one piece, so I'll say no." My joke appears to sail over his head, for he remains serious. "Look, considering that you morphed, you did just fine."

"I did bite you, though." He's spiraling. I can tell.

"Barbatos, quit beating yourself up. I enjoyed myself. Immensely." I reach over and hug him. "I'm glad that I could be part of your birthday present."

"Thanks," he breathes as he hugs me back. We remain still for a few moments as we bask in each others' warmth. Once we let go, he grabs my hands and looks into my eyes.

"MC, would you want to...maybe...take a bath with me?" He quickly adds,

"I promise I won't attempt to go another round. That is, not unless you want me to. It's just that..." He pauses as he takes a deep breath. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to help you clean up." He seems sincere, unlike a certain other demon I know.

"Only if you let me do the same to you."

"Of course."

[creatingnikki]

notes to self, 2024 check in edition

you’re getting better at saying no, walking away, protecting your energy. good job. now accelerate that.

first they bark, then they bite. verbal abuse and emotional abuse is the starting point for physical and sexual abuse. abuse is abuse is abuse.

if you won’t be okay accepting that behaviour for your hypothetical daughter, your best friend, your 20 year old self — then no, you shouldn’t be accepting that behaviour for your current self either.

let people be. energies and moods and efforts will fluctuate. love people instead of finding faults all the time. and you can only do that if you don’t push yourself or sacrifice yourself to show up every time when you don’t want to or don’t have it in yourself to. so let yourself be too. you and others, everyone has a range. allow that range.

lack of sleep is literally cutting off the ties between your brain and body. not getting the cues to when you’re hungry, when you’ve over eaten, when you need to flight, when you need to fight — you literally just need sleep. eight hours of restful sleep at night. easy. okay not easy but also not impossible.

numbers, quantifying things is good. 8 hours of sleep, 3ish liters of water, 10k steps. quantify to standardize and streamline. not everything has to be vague and complex and ineffable.

you or nothing or nobody can ever be more powerful than time. the more time you give your investments, the more time you give to a craft, the more time you give to your healing — time will always have the last laugh. so just like idk go with time? you don’t have to go with the flow if that feels unsettling. but go with time?

every time you pick up your phone and open any app it’s like 10,000 things are being thrown at you. things you’re doing that you shouldn’t, things that you aren’t doing that you should. so many people saying so many things. it’s all just noise. don’t fall into that trap. know the 1-2 things that are a priority for you right now and work on them. rest everything is noise. cut it out.

[c-kiddo]

↖️ it became unwell thinking about calliope and caduceus again . that one like 6 minute conversation in ep 130 . deeply unwell from it . when caduceus told calliope: "I don't think I'm coming back. And I'm not okay with it, but I'm making peace with it. If there's a way for my body to get back here, I'd be very grateful, but there's every possibility that that won't happen. I'd like my name somewhere if I'm-- if there's nothing to bring back. That would be a comfort." and also "And I want you to take care of everybody. And especially, I want to make sure you take care of yourself, and don't, don't get locked up here on my account. Your job is to get everyone situated and then make sure that you find whatever destiny you're supposed to have. I don't think you're supposed to be here. Not forever."

[h-didanart]

You wanna now more? Ok

Bloodmoon was a prisoner of dark sun dark sun killed his brother sun Monty and eclipse

Bloodmoon started to act differently over time he use to be quiet and never challenged dark sun though he started to and his one of his eyes were yellow

He finally snapped after seeing jack dead his eyes popping out of his sockets and his skin falling off of his exoskeleton he ripped off the shock collar and killed one of dark sun's servants

Bloodmoon whent on a killing spree he killed dark sun's servants and he found his brother and eclipse dead

Dark sun killed everyone else by blowing them up bloodmoon would stand there seeing his friends dead ruin working for dark sun tries to kill Bloodmoon with an axe

The axe was in his head but he was alive and he took the axe out of his head he killed ruin

He went to darksun and destroyed his star

Darksun ran but when he was going to escape bloodmoon got him and killed bloodmoon looked different...

Bloodmoon ended up fixing everyone Monty,earth,moon,sun,jack,lunar,eclipse,ruin...dark sun did come back

I hope you like the information ^^

Oh

Ohhhhhhh

Damn, poor Bloodmoon, glad he managed to kill Dusk (for a while at least)

That’s one hell of a backstory, wow, so Bloodmoon’s now the ruler of the dimension or something? Besides being the school’s principal I mean

Very very cool, neat lore, really cool au!

[thewandererh]

Life is Fear (and That’s Ok)

an unprofessional but therapeutic evening essay-ish on childhood joy, growth, change, life, and overcoming fear.

childhood is joy. a relentless, uncomparable, naive little joy that everyone experiences. it is a constant wonder and interest about this world; the love of new things, the finding of hobbies, and the making of friends. childhood is joy that ever persists, focused and certain about a personal little world of your making. an imagination of expression focused on making your own joy. it can never be replicated.

growth is change. growth is knowing where babies come from. growth is understanding the consequences for your actions. growth is considering the opinions, rules, and abilities of others. growth is having, losing, and making new friends.

growth is consciousness gained. growth is understanding. growth is discovering more about the world—something you always wanted. it is good to have, as it is required for life.

but it’s not what you want.

you want joy, so you recede into nostalgia. walling off the ability to appreciate the further levels of joy you have access to in this new world. the little things become inconsequential, people hard to read, and conflict overwhelming. coping happens in different ways with grief, and sometimes help is needed.

“required for life this and that.” you just lost something. where did it go? why can’t you have it back? could you have done something to make it stay longer? why didn’t that something work?

so many things begin when childhood ends. it should be exciting, as it is new, but it is sad. it’s biological. it’s mental. it’s encompassing. it changes your worldview. it erases the joyful life you had before.

you know now.

you know so much more now.

how was this gained information useful? where and when do you have to use it?

life is fear. fear of change. fear of responsibility. fear of failure. fear of the constants of taxes, struggle, balance, and death.

you are not prepared.

life is a story about grief about the loss of childhood joy. the mere ability of comprehending the world gives so much, but overwrites the comfort of endless unyielding happiness. you have changed. you are uncomfortable. you are afraid. you feel as though you are on your own.

but life is a fear that must be overcome.

life is a journey of identity, hobbies, habits, friendmaking, passions, discovery, and the love of new things. you are finding you. there will never be another you, and that matters because there is one path to take: forward on the road of you.

phases, changes, and growth will happen. you will be sad to see parts of you change, grow, and branch into something else.

but childhood prepared you for this.

adolescence taught you about growth, but childhood did too. it told you about the love of making what you believe and find joy in, and it taught you grief. a lesson on life to the fullest.

change is growth. change is grief. loss is perception and preparation, and is a journey in itself. it exists to teach, to grow, and help you understand.

childhood, change, growth, and grief help you overcome your fear of life. because life is a fear. it will never stop being a fear. but you have and will have more abilities to persevere. life is fear that can be overcome.

life is positive as it is negative. it’s a thing to understand, handle, and connect with. it is something given and comes with unending potential for fulfillment, community, and learning. joy is still possible past the boundary of childhood—outlets to it will never go away. life is full of uncertainty, but it is what you make it. and you deserve joy, so create joy. it may be harder, but it is possible.

you are loved. you have been through so much, and have come out the other side. you deserve comfort and joy, but change and growth too.

you deserve life and fulfillment, and will never stop deserving that. good things will come your way. keep an eye out for them!

💛

[mopeymousey]

GODS ABOVE I AM SO TIRED OF BEING A THERAPIST.

[desiredcrescent]

look i know mechanics wise you cant cast spells and rage as a barbarian but I'm deciding rn to take issue with that for my own silly reasons!!!

Farryn's turn to being a lot more aggressive in combat as he hit level 12 is a reflection on his approaches to survival and I think it'd be cool as shit if I was able to take a level in barbarian ok,,,

The highly indulgent wip I have sitting in my documents where he finally breaks, yelling and feral as everything mounted on his shoulders is too much! He never wanted to be a hero, he wanted to survive, to avoid conflict at all costs and have a chance at truly living without impossible weight on his shoulders.

He finally spills the truth in a way that hurts him more than anything else and... it's Karlach that coaches him through it as he's recklessly flinging off spells, emotions overwhelming and rage burning through him. She teaches him how to weaponise it, sate it and ultimately control it.

Instead, the once over cautious sorcerer who exclusively cast spells at a distance, who focused on being as far away from enemies and companions as possible, finds himself with a new repertoire of spells at his disposal.

Shocking Grasp

Burning Hands

Thunderwave

Fear

Spells that require him to be in close quarters, that demand he's being focused upon as he now fights in order to survive

[artanticaa]

i am going crazy i am going crazy i am going crazy i am going crazy i am going crazy

[spotsupstuff]

ur grading people and if they get an f theyre blocked? my main you aint a kindergarten teacher this is a microblogging platform

yeah, that's why there's that function called blocking! :) cuz this is a microblogging site! that's what microblogging platforms have! :) so you don't have to put up with people's shit! :) interesting that kindergarten teachers where you live are capable of blocking people in real life, hope you had fun with that

[toddandersonn]

Maybe I'm just weird but I really really don't like how some fans pretend to know how & why Swiftyn broke up and how Taylor has felt every day ever since? It was creepy when it started and it's creepy now 6 months later

You're not weird, anon. You have a good dose of common sense, which is lacking in the fandom these days and I agree.

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

*walks on my fours and shakes my ideas in my mouth like a ragdoll*

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

I spent my entire life being the butt of jokes and the target of verbal abuse and emotional negligence from those I love, so if someone I love if ignores me, they have already exceeded my expectations.

Expecting anything more than that only leaves me disappointed and in extreme anguish.

“Never expect anything in return from anyone. But the truth is when we really love someone, we naturally expect a little care and love from them.”

— lieinlove (via perfectquote)

[braxdxew]

i have no issue helping people but like. come on. help yourself.

[reasonsforhope]

Workbooks to improve executive functioning

Since the post I made last night about improving executive functioning was so popular, I figured I should pull these out of my comments and give them their own post, in case it's helpful for people.

I have worked with the publishers of all of the books linked below and can vouch for their psychology books. The publisher of most of them, New Harbinger, is an extremely credible evidence-based psychology publisher.

Obvious disclaimer that everyone's brain is different and what works for someone else may not work for you.

Is there evidence that executive functioning can be improved? Yes. This book appears to be a very thorough overview of the field, and contains both advocates and detractors of cognitive training, for a balanced perspective. From the table of contents, I would really recommend jumping straight to Part 3: Developmental Perspectives for executive functioning (EF) writ large.

Certain therapy modalities are specifically designed for skill-building in areas like impulsivity, decision-making, emotional regulation, and cognitive flexibility, all of which are EF skills or very dependent on EF skills. Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT) is probably the best field to look at for these - skill-building in those areas is its core goal.

Some DBT workbooks:

The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook: Practical DBT Exercises for Learning Mindfulness, Interpersonal Effectiveness, Emotion Regulation, and Distress Tolerance

The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook for Teens

There are also a lot of workbooks for ADHD that are sometimes more broad but also can help with executive functioning:

The Adult ADHD and Anxiety Workbook: Cognitive Behavioral Therapy Skills to Manage Stress, Find Focus, and Reclaim Your Life

The CBT Workbook for Adult ADHD: Evidence-Based Exercises to Improve Your Focus, Productivity, and Wellbeing

The Neurodivergence Skills Workbook for Autism and ADHD

General executive functioning workbooks:

The Executive Functioning Workbook for Teens

Executive Functioning Workbook for Adults: Exercises to Help You Get Organized, Stay Focused, and Achieve Your Goals

Hope these are helpful to someone!!

[hitoshiyoshi]

~ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 / 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

synopsis ↬ the mha boys reactions when learning you have a secret admirer

pairing ↬ gender neutral!reader x mha

characters ↬ izuku, bakugou, shouto, kirishima, shinsou, sero

+ MIDORIYA IZUKU will become a nervous little broccoli. He'll probably realize that you have a secret admirer way before you even notice; his detective skills are strong. He's not afraid to confront this person if they're making you uncomfortable because if it is a problem for you, it is also a problem for him as well. Terrified that you would actually leave him for this person and can't help but feel insecure. He'll compare all of his attributes with them and will probably easily feel inferior. Of course, you reassure him that you would never leave him and give him a huge confidence boost please reassure him. If you don't, imagine him being extremely anxious and shaky every time he sees that person around. Will politely tell that person to leave you alone if they are bothering you too much since he doesn't want to be rude.

+ TODOROKI SHOUTO pretends to be unbothered but is actually really bothered and insecure as well. He won't tell you too much about how he feels about it, he's mostly concerned whether you are uncomfortable with it. Like Izuku, he would find the identity of this person pretty quickly. Neglects his own personal thoughts on this person which probably causes him to spiral into a battle with his self-image and confidence. Although he's very pissed off about this, he silently tells this person that you're taken by being close to you all the time. Does a few death glares in their direction if he notices that person staring at you. He probably isn't too big on PDA and you quickly take notice of his changes. Unhappy and very sulky every time he sees this person around you. He'll eventually spill his feelings to you and apologize like he always does for keeping his emotions inside.

+ BAKUGOU KATSUKI would be the most bothered out of all of them. He probably isn't too obvious that you two are dating, people naturally put two and two together. When he finds out that you have a secret admirer, he's highkey offended. Wasn't it obvious that you two were dating? Well, no... Now, he goes out of his way to make sure everyone knows that you're in a relationship. Sticking to your hip, his arm around your shoulder, holding hands, eyeing up anyone that steps too close, and other things until people know. It would get annoying to others after some time, but he doesn't care. Somehow manages to track down your admirer and curses them out until they leave you alone. Destroys all the gifts and useless stuff that they've given you.

+ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU also acts unbothered but seriously hates it deep down. Instead of acting nonchalant, he would convince himself that it isn't a big deal and you won't leave him. Unfortunately, doing this is harder than he imagined. He also has an unwavering feeling that you would leave him for this person because he wasn't good enough or couldn't take care of you. Competes with this person for your affection and will do the most chivalrous manly acts to prove his love for you. Gets so uncomfortable when he sees the gifts or other presents this person gives. He probably won't go out of his way to confront them, but if he catches them leaving notes or gifts for you he'll just announce himself as your boyfriend and proceed to ask them to leave you alone.

+ SHINSOU HITOSHI observes and watches your interactions with this person very carefully. He's so wary that this person has other motives with you, more concerned about your wellbeing than anything else. He doesn't seem like the type that would be jealous but rather looks at things rationally. Randomly stumbles across them leaving love notes and gifts for you and gets so uncomfortable just from watching. He is not afraid to brainwash this person if they bother you too much; doesn't care if that sounds bad. If brainwashing doesn't work, he would just intimidate them into stopping. And if that doesn't work, he would bluntly tell them to leave you alone in the harshest way possible.

+ HANTA SERO is the king of being unbothered and actually IS unbothered. It's not that he doesn't care, but he trusts you enough to know that you won't leave him for someone else. He has no reason to be worried about this person unless he's given one. Communicates his feelings very well, doesn't hide anything. In fact, he's pretty blunt about how he feels about it even if it sounds harsh. He also doesn't actively try and figure out who you're admirer is because he could care less about that person. Only values your opinion and offers to help once he realizes it's going too far. Proudly displays himself as your partner until this person finally understands that you're taken and stops.

[chuluoyi]

i love your comedy and fluff! but my masochistic heart is itching for more angst to fluff for gojo🥲 and i have this brainrot ever since i read "baby", "protect" and "wife": childbirth gone wrong, that's why he is sooo concerned about your wellbeing during your maternity leave~

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 09:45 P.M 」

tw: childbirth. there are two very same ask for this now and so that's the cue for me to practice my crack/angst more :3 okay this is basically an extended version of protect's epilogue and oh, it's a happy ending! mini sequel -> 11.10 p.m

a part of gojo's love entries

“you’re always doing whatever you want! ow!”

“deep breaths, sweets. deep brea—”

“easy for you to say! you don't contribute anything other than shoving that damn stick into me! and now i’m left with the consequences!”

“i kindly remind you that you very much enjoyed my stick that night—”

“i hate you!”

satoru looked at your tear-streaked face and patted you in the head—his notable love language, erupting into laughter. “of course you do.”

lying on the hospital bed, tears welled up in your eyes as you roasted your husband and your contractions kept getting closer together. three hours after you woke up to your labor pains, all you could feel was that you were ready to burst.

gripping his hand tight, you purposefully dig your nails in just to spite him. “i’m serious. i hate you. you’re not putting me up for this again!”

“you say that now, but the moment we are home, those words are going to be null and void,” satoru snorted in an attempt to lighten the mood, ignoring the slight pain you inflicted on him, because what was this compared to what you were going through?

but his facade dropped as soon as breath was knocked out of you and you whimpered. he instantly gathered you in his arms.

“hey, hey... take deep breaths...” when you did, he planted a tender kiss on your damp forehead. “that's it, there you go... the baby's going to be here real soon, okay?”

you panted, limp in his hold as dull pain overwhelmed you. “yeah... your baby.”

“our baby, love. not just mine,” he corrected, smiling. he had one hand on your swollen belly, palming the subtle firmness, and gently rubbing it. “our munchkin.”

“i’m just the container though.”

“heh, no,” he chuckled softly. “you're everything.” his eyes crinkled affectionately, a hint of laughter still in his voice, and your heart actually melted when he whispered: “my everything.”

truthfully, despite your bravado, you were scared shitless. yet, as you nestled your head against your husband's strong chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his reassuring heartbeat, and when you gazed into his eyes, you were sure, because he exuded confidence as if he had no doubts that this was going to go perfectly fine.

and so holding onto him you did. he held your hand through it all, talked you through your pain, and you were so, so grateful to have him by your side.

the next hour was a blur, as excruciating pain blinded your senses. you were wailing when everyone told you to push, and you gave it your all. you kept it up even as you felt like being torn apart.

and before you knew it, cries unlike any other, ones you had only imagined until that moment, echoed through the room.

“he's here!” satoru's hitched voice reached your ears, and you went slack, falling back to the sheets.

you were completely spent and all you could register was that the cherished baby both you and satoru had been waiting for was here. you shivered, your mind tuning in and out—lightheaded, wondering why you felt so drenched down there.

“holy shit! i can't believe it! i can’t—” if you were awake enough, you would realize that it was one of the rarest times when satoru was choked with emotions. he turned to you. “i—”

and suddenly you felt strange. an eerie chill seemed to engulf your entire being. your hand slipped from satoru's grasp as your vision dimmed, the world growing darker.

“are you okay? hey—” his voice sounded distant, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. satoru finally realized that something was wrong, as his six eyes discerned the rapid dwindling of your cursed energy, and the room reeked of the tangy scent of blood.

you barely made out the nurse's shouting next. “blood pressure is dropping!”

"come on!" now he was utterly panicked and tried to get a hold of you, shaking you slightly. “hey, stay awake—look at me, i’m right here, please—”

but to his horror, your head lolled back as you lost your consciousness. soon, he was thrown out of the delivery room. just like that, in one sick twist, his world was crumbling down hard and fast.

a sense of helplessness washed over him as he stood outside the room, barred from being by your side. inside, you were bleeding out, and he was unable to do anything but wait.

didn't he say he would protect you with everything he had? once again, gojo satoru was humbled—not everything was in his grasp. he couldn't save those chosen by fate not to be saved.

suddenly, it felt like suguru all over again, except the stakes were higher. he shuddered—his fist clenched so hard that it drew blood, while his other hand clutched his chest, desperately willing the searing pain away.

would he really lose you this way? the sheer thought made his ears ring. no fucking way. even hell knows he'd go berserk. would fate really let him decimate anything in his path? surely, no... right?

he was unaware that he had been murmuring these silent prayers when the doors slid open, revealing the doctor who had been assisting with your delivery earlier with the news. it was a case of a postpartum hemorrhage, she said, an unfortunate incident.

all things considered, you were going to be okay. that knowledge alone was enough to make him breathe freely once more.

when he was allowed to see you, the moment your eyes blinked open, the first thing he did was burying his head in the crook of your neck.

and there you have it—the first time you had ever seen him really shaken to the point of shedding tears.

“you scared me,” he rasped, voice thick with emotion. “i—i can't stop thinking— if you really left me—”

“i’m fine now...” you were somewhat wonderstruck by the knowledge that you had this potent hold over him. oblivious to how your soft voice calmed the depths of his soul, you stroked his hair, and he breathed in your scent, grateful to every force imaginable for returning you back to him.

“sleep,” he gently pulled away, his eyes rimmed with red, his fingers caressing your cheek. “you need it. i’ll be here when you wake up, i promise.”

“the baby—”

“they just cleaned him up. he's resting too,” satoru reassured with an impossibly tender smile, and his next words made your heart lurch.

“my strong girl, you did it. you're a mother now… thank you. thank you... for making me the father to our child.”

you felt like you might burst into tears. you felt so loved, so secure, even after you went through the most challenging ordeal in your life. and as you drifted to your rest, you could hear the love of your life whisper in your ear ever so lovingly—

“i know i have said it before, but i’ll say it again. with everything it is that i have, i swear to you, nothing will befall you and our baby, for i will spare nothing and give everything for both of you... even my own life.”