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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 14 hours
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Tags : Fluff then Angst, Smitten Gojo Satoru x F!Reader :), Gojo as a hateful dad, character death.
A/N : I've had enough of soft dad Gojo Satoru, I need some hateful dad Gojo Satoru or something similar to it at least.
WC : 1.7k
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1 " Hey 'toru, Get some peaches on your way back. " " Hey, honey. "
"You're crazy," you whisper speechlessly, pushing a strand of wet hair off your eyes and gazing blankly at Satoru kneeling on the tiled floor with a velvet box in his hand, encasing a sparkly ring inside- both his and your birthstones, you notice.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But one thing's for sure, I never thought I wanted to settle down. But now...now I just can't imagine a future without you," Satoru starts, you've never seen him so genuine of his feelings, so innocently vulnerable like he's gonna shatter if you say no.
"So please, answer my question. Can I marry you and make myself the happiest man to have ever lived?" He continues, gentler this time. You bite your bottom lip, holding a sob back as you nod, too afraid that you'll fall apart if you speak. You nod once again, feeling warmth envelop your skin as Satoru throws himself at you and peppers your face with kisses- 'Thank you's' and 'I love you's' slipping out his mouth like butter on a heated pan as he slips the ring on your finger.
You clear your throat, backing away as you look at the ring glint under the light with a smile," it's beautiful, Satoru. I love it but next time, please don't propose to me in the bathroom when I'm fresh out of the shower," you say with a wide grin on your face, tugging the towel around you to secure its position again. Satoru responds with a huge grin of his own, pulling you close and nuzzling your neck," Couldn't wait for tonight's date, I've waited long enough for this," he mumbles, placing soft kisses against your damp skin.
"Tha-," he shuts you up with his lips, "Okay, fine. Sorry, I'll keep the destination in mind next time," he apologizes with a sheepish grin but you know better than that, he's not the least bit sorry.
2 " I'm going shopping with your mum for my wedding dress today, I might be a little late. " " I hope you're doing fine "
The wedding was perfect from start to finish, the Gojo clan doing all the grunt work while the two of you made the final call at the end. Everything was perfect for Satoru, especially you. He even tears up a little when he watches you walk down the aisle towards him- muted giggles echoing in the enclosed wedding hall at his reaction. He had his blindfold removed for the day despite the fact that the shards of decorated glass and bright lights irritated his six eyes, a small sacrifice for the greater good.
The greater good being getting a better look at you, every blemish, every scar and every battle wound peeking out of your wedding dress was perfection to him. His heart tap-dancing in his chest when he meets your eyes, absolutely smitten for the look of pure joy in your face when your father finally rests your hand on Satoru's and the officiant starts the wedding, his words falling on deaf ears when Satoru chooses to gaze at you with adoration in his eyes instead.
Popping out of his reverie when your sparkling eyes meets his and a smile tugs at your lips," You're supposed to say 'I do' now," you whisper, squeezing his hand. "I do," his voice rings, loud and clear, squeezing your hand back after you do the same.
"You may kiss the bride." Finally.
"My wife," he thinks to himself happily before pulling you in and crushing your lips against his, the cheers from the crowd gradually turning into background noise, getting lost in the feeling of your warmth against his. He breaks the kiss only when thunder erupts and the pitter-patter of the rain starts loud and ominously, he turns and looks at you worriedly only to be left surprised when you look back at him with delight.
"Looks like even the heavens are blessing our wedding now," you hum, pulling him by the arm towards the door to the large balcony. Pushing the door open and dragging him towards the middle of the open balcony with a grin, the heavy rain immediately drenching the two of you- you let go of his arm, turning to face him with a hand held out," Can I have this dance?" a teasing grin on your face, Satoru swears his heart actually stopped for a second; grabbing hold of your hand, he places a quick kiss on your knuckles," gladly."
Gently swaying in the rain to the music drifting from the wedding hall, Satoru couldn't be happier. He's the happiest man to have ever lived when in your arms.
3 " 'll make breakfast tomorrow though, you want anything? " " I'm not sure if I told you this enough but "
Getting pregnant 3 years after your marriage wouldn't have been a surprising thing but it was for the two of you considering the fact that you went at it like rabbits. You wanted kids, he didn't, heirs and other matters be damned. He wanted you to himself for as long as possible, hoard your attention and love for as long as he could before you finally put your foot down.
The dreaded day arrived sooner than he liked, he'd have preferred another 7 years alone with you but you didn't give in this time. Adamant on bearing his child and starting a family, how could he ever say no to you? So he gives in and fucks you with a new goal in mind- getting you pregnant with his child.
Two weeks later, your breathe hitches as you look at the stick in your hand- you're pregnant. Excited squeals gushing out of you, you rush out the bathroom and to the shared master bedroom where you hold the pregnancy test up at Satoru's face. He looks at you with mild shock in his face," already?" He asks softly, taking the stick from your hand and looking at it blankly, sitting down on the edge of the bed besides him, you nod excitedly," We're gonna be parents, s'toru!"
Before you know it, he throws the test aside on the floor, pulling you in his arms and crushing you under his weight as he presses kisses all over your flushed face," we're gonna be parents!" You giggle, hands cupping his cheeks to slow down the barrage of kisses. Satoru still wasn't really sure about the idea of a child yet but your joy at the thought of it was enough for him to push that idea aside, what you wanted was what he wanted, it's a universal rule.
"We gotta celebrate this now, don't we?" He mumbles, hands slowly sliding under your shirt with a smirk, earning him a swat against his chest. "Gosh, you're disgusting," you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him in. "And you love me for it, Mama," he coos, pressing a light kiss at the corner of your lips- your heart swells at the thought of being a mother, you were finally gonna start a family of your own with the man you love, life couldn't get any better.
4 " It might rain today so call me when you're done, okay? I'll come pick you up. " " I love you so much "
Fear and respect, two sides of the same coin, was easy to come by when it came to Gojo Satoru, hating even easier but what was hard was loving him, harder than it should be- Loving him was like climbing up a snowy mountain with nothing but a fork, Loving him was like crossing the seven seas with only a raft, Loving him was like trying to figure out what to do with a beloved china bowl that got smashed into pieces. It was nigh impossible to love him, anyone who did try gave up halfway through, only leaving him worse still. But everything changed once you came along.
You didn't climb the snowy mountain with a fork, not at all. You just waited long enough for a ski lift to be built for skiing enthusiasts and then took the lift yourself. You gave him time to adapt, time to breathe before finally making your way through the icy remnants of his scarred heart.
You didn't travel the seven seas with a raft, not at all. You just sold the raft and bought yourself a ticket for a worldwide cruise, enjoying every single moment on the long trip back to him. You gave him patience and waited happily for him to come around.
You didn't just accept your fate to pick the broken china pieces and throw it in the bin, not at all. You just gently assembled it and glazed it with lacquer, painstakingly painting over every crack with gold. You didn't fix him, you just accepted all of his broken pieces, that's all - the rest he did it himself.
It wasnt the fact that you took the easy way out, not at all. It was the fact that you put the effort to think about ways to love him- It was always hard to love Satoru, you just made it easy. So if someone asks Satoru why he loves you so, all he does is smile and answers " no reason at all." He just loves everything about you, he doesn't need a reason to do so.
5 " You don't sound so well, is everything okay? " " More than you could ever know "
20 weeks, 5 months, into your pregnancy and Satoru's already starting to feel uneasy, the change is small, unnoticeable to the normal eye even. But the change is there, his six eyes catching everything. You've gotten weaker, not externally per se but internally. He brings it up once when the two of you cuddle in the bed, you laugh and brush it off by saying," it's only natural." He's not convinced but he doesn't push it, opting to graze the curve of your cheek instead.
Something was really wrong, very, very wrong- You've been rapidly losing weight, the complete opposite of what should be happening. The growing baby bump only makes you grow thinner, finding it hard to even do the basic things, having to rely on Satoru for everything. He'd have been delighted on being relied on some other time but this time he's not, he's more concerned than anything.
The trip to the doctors doesnt change a single thing, every single one of them saying the same thing over and over and over again. "She's fine, just a rare case. It's better than it looks, 'ts just an uncommon case of weight loss during pregnancy." He swears its not, the very molecules that makes up you seems to be slowly but steadily gathering and surrounding one particular place, your belly but how could they know that? They were normal doctors, not some omniscient sorcerer like him.
So he grits his teeth, quietly holding your hand and holding onto his last hope, Shoko. Despite it not being her area of expertise, he can only hope for the best afterall she was a sorcerer too, she has to have the ability to figure it out...doesn't she? All hope comes crashing down when Shoko shakes her head, there was nothing wrong with you, the final verdict.
" I told you, didn't I? It's just an uncommon case, honey. You're too paranoid," you grin and tiredly pat his hand, boney fingers brushing against his. Your engagement ring and wedding ring hanging around a chain on your neck glistens blindingly under the stark hospital light- it became too loose to fit you anymore. Satoru feels slight prickles in his eyes from underneath the blindfold, he doesn't know why but he does. Forcing a tight smile at you, he nods," You might be right dear, but you know I can't help it when it comes to you," he mumbles, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles to hide his falling smile. You chuckle lightly, flushing at the contact," You're such a silly man, 'toru. "
6 " Hmm? Oh I'm fine, don't worry. How's work though? " " And I swear I've tried, I really have "
Problems over problems befall, the number of curses quickly increasing exponentially with no rhyme or reason and the higher-ups pressuring him from all side was taking a toll on him, not to mention your declining health. You looked healthier now, taking the supplements that Shoko provided helped you not look like you were gonna fall dead at any given moment. A farce, Satoru notes, you're healthier on the outside, dying on the inside. He even contemplates getting rid of the thing inside you completely but as if like you read his mind, telepathically catching onto his thoughts, you become more protective.
Hands always wrapped around your belly and eyes instinctively following his every movement, always on sharp alert. Waiting for something to happen, you're not entirely sure for what but you wait. Catching onto your guarded attitude, Satoru drops the idea immediately. He doesn't want you to hate him, he'd die if you did and even he's not sure if he means it figuratively.
He makes sure to coo at your belly every night though, sure he doesn't want a child but that didn't mean he didn't feel any love for it despite the toll it took on you. He just hates it as a husband and loves it as a father- hates it even more as a lover. Hiding his slowly growing apprehension of the unborn child inside you with a mask of an excited father-to-be.
You know Satoru acts off this days especially when he interacts with the baby but you don't say anything, he's a busy man and you were currently out of service which meant double the work, you couldn't possibly have the right to ask him what's wrong, right?
7 " 'Toru, don't worry about me. I'm not mad, I promise. Just try to get your business trip finish a little faster okay? " " So please don't hate me too much "
You're a nervous wreck, anxiety fully settling deep in your bones despite the contractions. The pain was doing nothing to alleviate the turmoil inside you other than making it worse, 7 hours in after your water broke and Satoru is nowhere in sight- you're nervous, in pain and surrounded by strangers. Shoko was kicked out, 'only family members are allowed in' they said, despite your pleas they ignore you. They were gonna have hell to pay later until then you had to push through it by yourself, it couldn't possibly get any worse.
Biting down on your lips after screaming your throat hoarse, you squeeze your eyes shut, the salty taste of your tears mixing in with the metallic ones on your lips only making you want to gag. Slowly, loud words starts to blur and dim as your vision gets hazy, drifting in and out of your consciousness while barely catching sight of the figures hovering around you," I see the head!" One particularly loud statement snaps you back into reality, everything ending too quickly from there with still no sign of your husband anywhere.
With the first cry resounding in the room, your heart rate falls rapidly; the once searing pain only a throb now, a small respite but an unwelcoming one. You wish for the numbing chill to be replaced for the burning pain, praying for the latter if it meant that you could still breathe in the scent of his skin, still comb your fingers through arctic white hair, still stare into his cerulean blue eyes, still lay your head above hi- "I'm sorry" a hushed whisper in the chaos.
The high-pitched beeps flatlines, parallel lines all in all. The silence is too loud and the air too thick, working their way to restart a heart that's already dead and gone. Somewhere in the distance another heart drops, not with the promise of death but of something much worse. What use is a beating heart if the soul is already dead?
8 " I'm sorry I couldn't make it, I swear I tried " " But I can't do it "
Satoru doesn't hate her. No, he abhors her. The feeling of complete hatred and malice against an individual- every babble, every cry, every coo, her very existence disgusts him to the core. Somedays he just wants to snap her neck, it'd be so easy, so quick, so satisfying, so very dreadful. Somedays Satoru even considers it, his long slender fingers wrapping around her small sleeping figure and squeezing just a little, just a twitch but her eyes always flutters open, always gazes at him with a smile, always holds her chubby little arms out to him.
It's not her smile, her voice or his guilty conscience that stops him, it's her eyes. Your eyes. The curve, the shape, the color, the very crinkle reminds him of you, your eyes are staring back at him but it's not you. It'll never be you. Pulling his hand back like he got burned, he rushes out. It's what he always does these days, he runs and runs until he can't anymore, hoping that maybe somewhere along the way, he'll finally find you again.
You're so cruel and so very heartless, if you were gonna leave him in the end you should've never made him love you at all but you did, you did and he loves you. He loves you and you left.
Satoru is always bitter, maybe if she didn't have your eyes then maybe it'd be easier to get rid of her, maybe it'd be easier for him to move on. But you're always there, your first gift being her last saving grace. Your eyes, your first, your life, your last. Maybe you knew about it, you always did say that you wanted a baby that looked like you. He never bothered to ask why because he agreed with you, he always agrees with you, but now he seems to understand why, you always did understand him better than he did himself.
So all he does is mourn, he mourns but he doesn't cry- he didn't cry when he got the news of your death neither did he cry when he saw your body, not a single tear in sight. He just silently stood by your side, gently grazing your face with a finger, hands interlocked with yours until your last moment. And like all sorcerers fate, he watched your body get cremated until nothing but ashes were left in the end. Silently making his way back to a dark and empty house with nothing but the urn of your ash in his hand. He still doesn't cry when he hugs the urn close to his chest and stares at your side of the bed late into the night, he doesn't cry at all.
He doesn't cry because he can't cry. Tears are the embodiment of an emotion, what use are they for a man who's already gone numb?
9 " I love you " " I can't love her "
"Hiiii, 'toru"
"Hey, honey."
"How's everything over there?"
"She's growing up fast, you'd be surprised. She has my hair, y'know? Well, the color at least. It's funny how she's starting to resemble me, it's almost uncanny. She has your eyes though, it's like she copy-pasted your eyes onto hers, it's almost scary because it feels like it's you thats looking back at me sometimes. And well, she started going school now; just wanted to let you know that-"
"Well, that's sounds fun"
"...it's really not, not without you here"
"Aww, you miss me that much~?"
"I do, I miss you so much that it physically hurts"
"Aww I miss you too, honey. Tell you wha-"
Satoru sighs, cutting the saved voice message. What was he even doing, answering to your pre-recorded voice like a deranged person. But maybe he was deranged or tired perhaps both, he's not sure but what he was sure of was the fact that he hated he-
"Papa?"
Satoru hears before he sees, the door swinging open ever so slightly to showcase a pair of eyes, your eyes, meekly looking at him. Your eyes in his face but it's not you neither is it him, it's neither you or him but it's both you and him. It's so conflicting.
"What is it?" His voice softer than he wanted it, harsher than expected.
"I just wanted to show you the drawing I made today in class." Her voice is quiet, her footsteps even quieter as she slowly walks up to him, a rolled up paper carefully held in one tiny fist. She was so small, so tiny, so quiet, so utterly disgusting. Placing it down flat ever so quietly on the table, she takes a step back "It's you, me and...mama" she mumbles, pointing at the three stick figures accordingly.
Satoru pulls his blindfold up and narrows his eyes at the stick figure that was apparently you, your hair was wrong, the color, the length, the very style was wrong. "I-I don't know how mama looks like" she admits, tiny hands grabbing onto her shirt as she looks down.
"Of course, you don't. You killed her, sucked her life-force right out like a fucking parasite" he thinks bitterly to himself, fingers grazing over the paper. Everything was wrong, this whole situation was wrong, but the crudely drawn smile on your face wasn't. The smile wasn't, your smile wasn't. The edges of the crayon smile was raised just perfectly, you smiled just like that, always did even when he-
"Papa?" She calls out, eyes peeking through the soft tufts of arctic white hair- Satoru clears his throat, quietly re-adjusting his blindfold before nodding quickly "it's good, good job." He says, fingers gently outlining the curve of the crayon smile- it's what you would've said to her had you been the one in his place so it's what he'll say to her in your place. "You may leave now"
And don't ever come back.
She nods, reaching out for her drawing but Satoru shakes his head, tugging it closer to him which earns him a surprised reaction, something hopeful glinting in her eyes as she nods and quietly scurries out the door. He sighs when the door closes with a click, standing up and rummaging through his office for a spare frame. You'd have framed it and gushed about it had you been there but you weren't so the least he could do was frame it, he's framing it because it's what you would've done, it's what you would've wanted him to do.
He can't love her for you, he loves you and he'd do anything for you but loving her for you? He can't do that, he's more selfish than that.
Satoru sighs as he carefully puts the drawing in the frame, it's what you would've wanted, it's what you would've done. So he'll do it for you because it's you that loved her.
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THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM FINALLY BACK! I ALSO FOUND A PARTTIME JOB! YAY! Gonna take a lot to buy a new laptop though so wish me luck!
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m4tthewsgf · 1 day
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Moonlight (prologue)
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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n
A story where a boy who is terrified of love lays his eyes on a girl who's determined to save everyone else, but herself.
Warnings: slight cursing and mention of blood
Author's note: it's been a while since I've written something so this is actually quite exciting. this prologue is detrimental to the story, so pls do not skip it!!!!
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“John, come on! We're gonna miss it!” I tugged on my older brother's hand with anticipation. Even though my 15 year old body held just as much strength, it was still enough to make him stumble.
“Okay Little Bear, just give me a second, m’kay?” he looked down at me with a soft smile.
“Okay, but hurry! This only happens-”
“Every 20 years, I know” he chuckled and I scoffed. Obviously he knew, he was the one who told me that.
“Just let me grab my telescope and we'll be ready to go,” John reassured me while I impatiently strolled through our small living room.
It had been 3 years since dad left us to live with his new family and things were tough. Mom has been a wreck and started drinking consistently ever since the day he left, John has been working two jobs since my mother was jobless and I have been taking care of her and the house, as well as going to school everyday and trying to keep my grades as high as possible. I taught myself how to cook and clean. I made sure my mom and brother had something to eat, even if it was just a sandwich. I had to take care of them as much as I could. Especially my mom. She was heartbroken and I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. Even though she didn’t like me, for some reason I never got to understand, I couldn’t just let her rot. She may did not care about me, but I couldn’t not care about her. She was my mom, afterall.
I quickly glanced over at the black couch where she laid. A small smile appeared on my lips as I observed her state; the way she looked so calm and relaxed in her sleep, probably the calmest I've seen her in a while, the way she hugged that bottle of whiskey like her life depended on it. She hugged it as if it was her child; with so much protection and guardiance. My smile faded. The more I looked at the way she clinged onto that damn bottle, the more I felt like crying. I dozed off. I hadn't felt my mother's embrace in years. I was kind of getting jealous of that bottle. Why did that liquid that tasted just like poison matter more than I ever did to her? Why is it so important to her? How does one become a liquid? Maybe if I was one, she would then need me. She would then see me. She would then love me.
“Ready?” my brother thankfully interrupted my troubling thoughts. He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump a little at the sudden touch, and a concerned look creeped into his face once he saw my teary eyes.
“Hey, what's wrong?” he worried.
“I'm okay, J, just dozed off for too long. Let's go!” I faked a smile and finally dragged him out of the much suffocating house that did not feel at home.
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Long Island was truly beautiful at night. From the hill we were at, the Montauk Lighthouse could be seen, as its bright light lit up the dark, scary sea. But that didn't matter at the time. I could visit the lighthouse whenever I wanted to, whereas I couldn't see the Jupiter and Saturn conjunction again for another 20 years minimum.
I laid my soft, warm blanket on top of the freshly wet grass and sat on it with anticipation and excitement while I watched my brother put together the telescope. Once he did and tested it, he motioned me to walk over him which I did instantly.
“You should be able to see them here…” he trailed off as he adjusted the scope for me a couple of times before letting go.
“Can you? Can you see them?” John asked me.
“Wait, no. Let me just- Oh my god, I see them!”
“Really? Let me see, move!” he practically shoved me into the ground out of excitement, throwing me into a couple of rocks that ended up scratching my knee deeply.
“Ouch!” I hissed and quickly brought my injured leg towards my chest.
“Holy shit I can actually- shit, y/n/n” my brother turned his attention to me when he heard my screech, his enthusiasm long gone once he was met with a bloody knee of mine.
“Fuck, sorry kid, I didn't mean to hurt you” he quickly apologised and whipped the red liquid with his shirt.
“I have some stuff in the car, Imma go bring them real fast” he announced, but I stopped him before he could get up from the ground.
“J, it's okay. It's just a scratch” I groaned.
“Y/n, this is not just a scratch, it's deep. It will probably scar, I have to disinfect it” he argued, but I didn't care.
“You'll disinfect it later. Now, sit your ass down and enjoy this moment with your sister” I playfully slapped his shoulder and chuckled. I was in pain, but I just didn't pay any attention to it. That moment, at that hill, with that exact night sky was all I could pay attention to. These, and the person who was sitting right next to me.
“Oh look, there’s Aquila!” I excitedly told him and pointed at the constellation.
“You remember,” he chuckled after nodding his head.
“Of course I do, it’s your favourite,” I rolled my eyes at him. How could he even think I had forgotten?
“Do you know why it’s my favourite?” he challenged me and I smirked.
“Because it’s an eagle. Eagle is your favourite animal” I smiled, pleased.
“Damn, you really do listen,” he laughed and patted my head. I huffed with fake annoyance and turned my head to admire the rest of the stars, trying to find the rest of the constellations I was reading about. Silence took over us, until I decided to speak again.
“I love it when we do this” I smiled at him and he looked over at me.
“I love it too, kiddo. Sorry about your knee” he apologised once again and I shook my head.
“Well, if I'm being honest, I think some ice cream would totally make it better,” I joked and batted my lashes at him playfully.
“Oh I bet it would,” he scoffed but still laughed at my tactics.
I truly did love this. Everything about it. I loved how the autumny slight cold breeze grazed my skin, how the brown, dried out leaves cracked when I stepped on them, how I could finally drink hot beverages and wear my knitted sweaters. I loved how the stars that aligned on the eternal darkness that made up the night sky reminded me of my insignificance, of how nothing actually matters in this world. I loved how I could feel my brother's warmth and kindness only when it was just the two of us, doing the things we both loved and were passionate about.
But at the same time, the same way the night’s bright ornaments reminded me of my insignificance, they also made me actually remember it. Yes, nothing mattered, but so did I. I didn't matter. I didn't know if I could be someone who mattered. Maybe if I was someone or something else, I would matter. Perhaps an injured dog or cat who’s looking for a home, the president's wife, a bottle of whiskey…
That goddamn bottle of whiskey.
“Do you think if I was a bottle of whiskey, mom would need me?” I whispered almost inaudibly under my breath. I didn't know why I said that out loud, but I did, and I hoped that John didn't hear. However, when I heard him sigh deeply, I knew that he did and I mentally cursed myself.
“I know that mom’s approval is something you crave. And I know it hurts you a lot because you're not getting it,” he looked into my eyes, “But I also want you to know that you are enough just the way you are. I love you just the way you are and you matter a lot to me, just the way you are. Whenever you feel like you're insignificant, just remember this moment right here,” he pointed towards the ground, “See the moon?” he asked me. I nodded.
“As long as this bright, floating ball shines, you're not alone. As long as the moonlight shines, you're not unseen or unknown. You are just as important as the moonlight and as long as you shine, you'll never not be enough” John concluded with a loving smile and a soft voice. His eyes scammed all over my face trying to examine my features for any signs of self doubt that he wasn't able to erase from my internal conflict, but he was unable to find any.
Not because there wasn't any left, but because I knew how to mask it.
I flashed him a grateful smile. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't be able to survive. He was my rock. He was the person who showed me how love actually felt like, and I couldn't be more thankful for him. As long as I had him, everything would be okay.
“I love you, John” I muttered and engulfed my big brother into my arms. He responded quickly by wrapping his own around my clothed back.
“I love you more, Little Bear” he whispered against my hair and planted a kiss on the top of my head.
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 21 hours
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Damian has been in the family for a while he has made his peace with Drake understood that no matter what he has a place but he still can't understand the dynamics. Maybe it isn't exactly the most intelligent choice to track down Todd and ask but he figured it was the best option.
Sitting on Todd's couch in the middle of crime alley eating a dish he can only vaguely remember his mother making he isn't exactly regretting it yet.
"So let me get this straight bat brat, you don't get how people work so you came to me?" Todd's confusion isn't exactly surprising but it is unhelpful to his plight.
"No I understand people, well when I have to I do not understand the bats." He at the moment can't bring himself to actually act with the dignity his mother expects of him another way Gotham had corrupted him.
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Jason can't say he expected to feed and be interrogated by the demon brat he just wanted to relax but this isn't exactly a surprise now that the kid has chilled out he was almost waiting for it.
"You want me to give you a cheat sheet to how our family actually works becusse you are now realizing that Talia didn't understand shit and it fucked you?"
He can't keep the pure joy out of his voice knowing that he is actually gonna get to knock the kid down a peg after today.
"Not in those words Todd but I understand you have a perspective that I may lack."
God demon looks pissed below the joy he understand that this is actually important and he needs to explain this well knowing this could make or break the already pretty fucked up kid.
"Alright listen and don't fucking interrupt me save your questions and bitchness for the end do I make myself clear."
Holding the kids eyes he sees the kid is actually paying attention as he nods maybe Dickie really did find out the secrets housebreaking who knows.
"Ok let's start with me and I'm gonna be sappy for ten seconds and if you ever repeat this I will shoot you and put you in another duffle bag ok, ok good. I'm your brother I love you would kill for you that whole bullshit. I'm also Dick's, and Tim's brother, on days I don't want to kill the old man I'm his son."
God he's gonna need a smoke after this bullshit fuck he sees the kid is nodding good he hasn't lost him.
"Now Dick is my older brother he's not yours you can lie to yourself all you fucking want but he's your dad teaching you how to be a real boy and all that shit."
He sees an embarrassed flush and the start of protests but he's not dealing with it that bullshit the kid can work on in his own time.
" You wanted it your gonna fucking hear it, now Tim-Tam the sleep deprived idiot is a bit more complicated."
He takes a breath trying to put into words what he wants to say.
"Why is Drake complicated wouldn't he be somewhat easy" the confusion isn't a good sign maybe it is better the kid came so he can restrain him if he has too.
"Tim is the best of us alright, he's someone I want to protect I love him truly even if he's an annoying little shit. Now listen Tim is a lot like you when it comes to Dick crossing the line between Dad and Brother. Tim will always side with Dick that's his Robin and Tim is Dick's. You can't be a jealous little shit here because I don't even fully understand them."
"Bruce isn't Tim"s dad at least on his end Dick is, Bruce loves Tim but no one can ever replace Dickie just like you which is honestly half the reason you hated the kid."
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Damian is now regretting this conversation he thought this would be simple once again he has somewhat lost his mind since coming to Gotham.
Yet he knows Todd's right that the way Grayson looks at Drake is the same look he gets and the same part of him who loves his animals and loves Richard feels guilty because he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.
"Why I don't understand why is Timothy so different to any of us even you, both of us tried to kill him yet he seems to matter so much"
frustration is leaking through but this is what he wanted to know why Drake is so important even to him why, what is so special about him.
Todd is hesitating but slowly steeling himself Damian cant help but to copy him knowing whatever comes out isn't gonna be easy it's gonna hurt but he asked didn't he.
"Tim was the first, the one to really unlock Dick not being well a dick he knows parts of all of us, secretswhatever, the shit that matters. Bruce, Dick, me even you, we don't run shit ok Wayne Entetprises, plans Tim does. Dick and Tim are the glue holding us together without them we would be fucked you know that."
"That's what's so special about him everything we do Tim has a part of he's genuinely irreplaceable and it bothers the fuck out of both of us."
Damian can't breathe he just runs words he never wanted admitted are stabbing through his mind he doesn't stop until somehow he ends up in his bed at the manor he just hides pushing it down the real reason he tried to kill his brother the fact that he almost broke the family he just hides he shouldn't have asked.
Maybe Richard was right being naive was a gift and now he can't go back.
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Redemption | Part III | Infatuation
Warnings: 18+, Infidelity, Angst, Language
Word count: 4307
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Part I | Part II
A.N. Y'all gonna jump me? Be honest! I'm back with a new chapter! Life was lifeing and kept me busy, but I finally had time to wrap this chapter up. This chapter takes a look back at Nola and Adonis' earliest encounters when he first starting forgetting he's a married man. As always, please excuse any mistakes!
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Neck aches, a headache and heavy eyes plagued her as soon as she woke up. Yesterday’s events weighed heavily on her body. After talking to Louie and Raelle all night, she’d fully made up in her mind that she couldn’t have this baby, and it pained her more than anything. Nola always knew she’d be a mom but never put much thought or a timeline into it. Once she met Adonis most of her common sense disappeared and she stopped fully imagining what her future would look like to live in the present with him.
Crying had become a part of her routine at this point. She’d went to sleep crying and woke up with tears already brewing. Gently placing her hand on her stomach, she began to rub her hands in soothing circular motions. Closing her eyes, she took some time to get lost in a different reality. She’d be the one married to Adonis, they’d look at the pregnancy test results together, and they’d have so much fun planning for their precious bundle of joy. A little girl is who she visualized herself holding, swaddled in her mother’s quilt made for Nola when she was born. All the fantasies of her possible baby girl made her think about her angel, her mother. She’d lost her in high school but carried her in her heart every day. Moments like this made her almost feel her mother’s warm hug, something she needed desperately. As much as she knew her mother would beam with pride at all her accomplishments, she knew she’d also hold her accountable about getting herself into this predicament.
Looking at her phone lying on top of her covers, she saw that it was 7 am. With no text or updates from Adonis, she decided to take some time to make a doctor’s appointment. After securing an appointment to take place in three days, she headed downstairs to make breakfast. Her phone rang as she spread butter on her toast. “A.C.” it read. She couldn’t avoid this forever, so she took a deep breath and answered.
“Hello,” she greeted dryly.
“Hey, um, I’m outside.”
“Be right there.”
She went to open her front door and waved to signal his entrance was okay. They sat on two ends of the couch, the distance foreign to them. There were no words exchanged but the energy between them was charged. She was annoyed with herself by her inability to stop her tears. He heard her soft sniffles and stretched his arm to lay his hand on the middle cushion, hoping she’d accept his subtle offer of comfort, and she did.
“Why didn’t you call me when you took the test?” he inquired.
“Because I’m so ashamed of myself. We can’t keep doing this Adonis, and we can’t bring a child into this. It isn’t fair.”
He imagined her saying a lot of things, but never that she didn’t want to keep this baby. In 12 hours, thoughts of buying his baby small boxing gloves and finding a way to be a present and attentive father despite the mess he’d made ran through his mind. He moved closer to her, gently lifting her chin so they could finally look each other in the eyes.
“Is this a final decision? I can make anything work. I know I’ve created a shit show and dragged you into this because I’m selfish, and you don’t want this anymore, but I think we can do this? Is this really a final decision?” he pleaded.
“I have to end all of this. As much as I’d love to be a mom right now, dealing with a living, breathing result of us would make me never forgive myself. And how would you explain this to your wife? You’ve dealt with it personally, and as much as your mom loves you, you’ve told me you’ll always remember how bad your dad hurt her when you look in the mirror. We can’t let someone else feel that burden.”
Understanding exactly how she felt, he hung his head. He couldn’t tell her what to do with her body and he’d never want his child to feel the way he felt growing up. As much as it broke her heart, this was the right decision.
“I hear you,” he assured her. “I really, really do love you.”
“I love you too and in a perfect world, you’d be it for me, but you’re not mine to have.”
He’d lifted her hand to his lips saving the softness and scent of her skin to memory. This may be their goodbye, but he’d never be able to will her out of his brain, certainly not his heart.
“You said to let you go yesterday, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that,” he confessed.
“Me too, but hey, I feel completely out of line saying this, at least you have an amazing woman who loves you to devote all your time to. She’s really great, D.”
“Don’t I know it,” he huffed thinking about B. The pain in her eyes was burned into her brain. He would’ve loved to have both women in his life as ridiculous as that sounds, but his history with Bianca is what kept him tethered to her and his marriage. She deserved better.
“I told her everything. She doesn’t know exactly who you are, but I had to come clean once I saw those tests in your bathroom.”
She didn’t know she needed that weight off her shoulders. Being his secret was daunting. Between that and ending their relationship, she was ready to start her journey towards forgiving herself.
They decided to hold each other one more time and Adonis tried vigorously to get her to let him accompany her to the doctor and subsequent appointment to terminate. She refused, too concerned he’d get noticed while he was waiting for her. His tears ran freely and silently down his face, narrowly missing her head she laid on his chest. Leaving took a strength he didn’t know he had. He wasn’t only walking away from a woman he loved endlessly, but he was walking away from his child that he’d never meet. Their baby was certainly made from love but also deception and he’d have to live with that shame, loss, and grief forever. He drove home in silence, recalling how they met.
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Two years prior…
“D, come on man, your car is outside!” Duke called up to him.
“Ight, I’m coming, I’m coming!” he responded.
Adonis clasp his gold chain around his neck and reached for his cologne. Quickly checking around the room for his phone he was distracted by Bianca laying across the bed on her stomach in one of his button-down shirts writing in her lyric book.
“Ow, D!” he smacked her ass to gain her attention before he left.
Turning onto her back, she rolled her eyes while wrapping her arms around her husband of 6 months.
“Just wanted your attention for a second because I’m heading out but get back to it before you start forgetting lyrics,” he kissed her nose and lips before pulling away.
“What time do you think the awards will be over?”
“Eh, probably at about 8. You know the ESPYs doesn’t run too long because there are so little performances.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll probably be at the studio when you get back, but I’ll be home to you before you know it,” they shared a final kiss before Adonis hurried to meet Duke downstairs and head to the theater.
The newlyweds fell into their new normal easily. In both of their minds maybe a little too easy, but they’d never let each other know that. Bianca was afraid they’d lost their spark which should’ve been a firework after only being married for six months. Instead, it felt as though they’d been married for 17 years, and while that showcased the beauty of their comfortability with each other, it also showcased their complacency. Adonis couldn’t pinpoint what was off about them, in fact, everything felt the same. No giddy excitement, not constantly touching or fucking, just their same routine, perhaps duller. They’d lacked passion. Sometimes Adonis questioned if he subconsciously proposed simply because he couldn’t think of what their next step could be. Of course, he loved B, but the love and vigor he once felt for her had dimmed. But what was passion and vigor anyway? Both understood that like all things, relationships have ebbs and flows. There will be times when they felt like they were just getting to know each other all over again and excited to be with each other every day, and then there were times when they’d need space and desire alone time. This just felt different. Distant almost. Like they were two very well-acquainted roommates who thought the other were a great person.
Adonis rode in silence next to Duke as they made their way to the ESPY awards. He often rushed through events like this, but he had already decided to be sure to enjoy his time away from the staleness of his home. He arrived and walked the red carpet, stopping for various photos and interviews before heading inside.
“Aye, Donnie, they said we’re up over this way,” Duke stated.
Casual conversation between Duke and Adonis ensued as they waited for the awards to begin. A few seat fillers took a moment to ask him for pictures in the meantime. Noticing two more ladies patiently waiting out of his peripheral, he finally turned toward them.
“Would y’all like a picture?” Adonis asked.
“Oh, no thank you. We’re just waiting to get past you to go to our seats,” he finally looked fully in her face after hearing her recognizable voice.
“Wow, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize! Let me get out y’all way,” he said lightly pushing Duke out the way as well.
Adonis was mesmerized. He’d seen Nola so many times on his screens when watching a sports channel or catching her interviewing various celebrities. She was always an obviously attractive woman, the exact definition of a stallion. In her heels she was only about two to three inches shorter than his 6’2” frame and looking at how high her heels were, she probably stood at 5’8” or 5’9” flat foot. Her slick back long curly ponytail highlighted how beautiful her face was and that shape was insane. She had skin so smooth it looked as if he swiped his finger up her arm, he'd end up sticky from literal honey. He couldn’t even begin to describe her scent as anything other than intoxicating.
“Tighten up Mr. Married,” Duke whispered, patting Adonis on his chest.
Fully closing his mouth from its slightly ajar stance, clearing his throat, and collecting himself mentally, he returned to his seat. She was 4 seats down in his row and he kept trying to steal glances all night. Mesmerized. He was disappointed when she exited their row following the end of the show on the opposite side, but he loosely kept track of where she was walking until he lost her in the crowd.
It wasn’t until an hour later during the after party that he saw her again and he was excited to simply admire her. Duke once again was the one to pill him out of his trance.
“Donnie, you’ve been slipping since you saw ole girl. Yea she’s beautiful and you have eyes, but need I remind you; you are married!”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about Duke,” Adonis retorted bringing the cup of brown liquor to his lips.
“I’m just saying. You’re staring like you’re plotting, and I don’t want you to get caught up or hurt Bianca.”
“I’d never dream of any of that. Especially hurting B, so you can ease up Duke. No need to worry,” with that he topped off the rest of his drink and headed to mingle amongst the crowd.
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“Thank you again for bringing me sissy. These athletes are fine,” Naelle said.
“Of course, babe. This was just another reason for us to get cute and take advantage of the open bar,” Nola laughed.
The best friends laughed, socialized, and danced all night, and all-night Nola kept catching the eyes of Adonis Creed. When she passed him earlier at the awards, she felt her heart rate pick up. He was a beautiful man. Watching him graciously take photos with fans was so sweet and she was reminded of the single photo that circulated quietly on twitter of him and Indie artist Bianca on their wedding day when she saw his wedding band.
“Mmm… that’s a very lucky woman,” she thought to herself.
He remained out of sight, out of mind for the rest of the night. The after party made that a challenge since his hooded stares all but confirmed his intense attraction to her. None of his subtle and non-verbal advances mattered to her because he was a married man and she’d be damned if she got involved in that in any way.
The air was crisp that night. Unusually so for July. Nola snaked her hands up and down her arms to evoke some warmth as she waited for her black car to pull up with Naelle.
“Ugh, I can’t wait to kick these heels off,” Nola complained.
“Who you telling? You and Louie ate with your look tonight though, so it was worth it,” Naelle said making them both giggle.
“You do look quite beautiful,” a deep velvety voice said from behind them.
She was shocked when she turned her head to see the newly crowned heavy weight champion smiling back at her, no longer accompanied by the legendary trainer she recognized him with earlier. He was making her blush hard, and if it wasn’t for her rich complexion and the powder blush on her face, he’d be able to tell.
“Thank you,” she smiled coyly at him before turning around.
The black car finally pulled up with the driver hopping out to open the back door. Following Naelle into the car, Nola gracefully placed one foot into the car before her right heel got caught on her gown.
“Here, let me help you,” Adonis rushed over to pick up her dress.
His hand rested on the small of her back to steady her and it made a warmth spread throughout her whole body. The knight in tarnished armor handed her the bottom of her dress as she sat down.
“Thank you,” her smile certainly made him want to faint.
They held eyes for what felt like an eternity. Searching almost, with gentle smiles.
“You’re welcome. Be safe ladies,” softly patting the roof of the car and closing the door, Adonis committed the moment to memory, with Nola doing the same.
“Someone is trying to have you front row at a match,” Naelle joked.
“He’s married and clearly trouble.”
The conversation naturally lulled to something else before Nola’s driver dropped off Naelle. When she reached her oasis of an apartment, she immediately got comfortable by showering, putting on her favorite target pajamas, making a cup of tea and cozying up in her king-sized bed while putting on season 1 of P-Valley. She was a full episode in when she decided to quickly log into Instagram.
400 likes, across 3 pictures
63 comments
94 new followers
7 dms
Her eyes practically jumped out her head when she saw his name at the top of her inbox.
“No fucking way,” she audibly said.
She wasn’t sure if she should open his message, but she was itching to. He more than intrigued her. It was almost as if he literally had a rope around her waist and was pulling her in. She couldn’t resist his energy, even through the phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tapped his name.
Hope you made it home safe and had a great night. This is quite forward, I know, but I’d love to grab a drink or some food with you. Of course, I’d understand if your answer is no, but I really hope you say yes.
She was typing yes before her mind could fully think about what she was doing. Maybe he and his wife were separated or getting a divorce? Maybe she was being completely delusional, but she needed to see that man and feel that spark again.
[3 Days Later]
Adonis waited patiently in the safety of his car in front of a small and quaint restaurant. He didn’t expect her to answer his dm, let alone so quickly. After confirming a date and time, Adonis reached out to a new restaurant he was interested in trying and paid the buyout fee for the night.
Resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he waited for her arrival, using the time to try and fool himself. This was just a friendly meet up for dinner. A quick catch up, a moment to make a new friend. The only reason he didn’t tell Bianca was because she was so busy recording her album. All lies that he’d have to convince himself were true. When he saw the black jeep pull up in the spot next to him and Nola exit the car, he quickly gathered himself to meet her.
“Ah, you made it,” Adonis called to her as she checked her bag ensuring she had all she needed.
Cutely giggling she countered, “Of course I did. It’s good to see you Adonis.”
He led her into the beautiful sushi bar and guided her to the only set table in the space.
“It’s completely empty in here,” Nola observed.
“Yea, I bought it out for the night.”
She smiled sweetly as she battled being impressed at his thoughtfulness to drown out all the noise around them or being disgusted and offended that he bought out the restaurant to make sure no one saw him with her.
They enjoyed their meal and each other’s company. Learning they had so much in common almost felt like they’d been reminiscing as two old friends who had simply not seen each other in years. The chemistry between the pair was charged. They pulled energy from each other, creating a constant flow of fireworks. Before either knew it, they’d been at the restaurant for two and a half hours.
“Thank you for saying yes to this. I really…” searching her eyes, Adonis got a green light to be vulnerable, “I really enjoyed this and you. Your company.”
“I really enjoyed tonight and you too.”
Walking out leisurely to their cars, they exchanged more laughs and final goodbyes. Ever the gentleman, Adonis opened Nola’s door, waiting for her to safely sit in her car.
“Thank you for tonight, D. It was really thoughtful,” she got comfortable calling him the nickname during dinner.
“Of course. I thought this would make you smile.”
They’d both lost the will to starve their desire. The night was ending, and they were able to fight their attraction the entire time. He grabbed her chin and captured her lips in a kiss in one swift swoop. She granted him full access, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They stood between her car door and front seat getting orally acquainted with each other. His lips were silk against hers and the pair seamlessly moved in tandem. Creating a dance that felt like they perfected years ago. Adonis found his hands now wandering around her waist, trying to pull her closer than physically possible.
Nola was on the same voyage, craving to be completely melded against his skin.  Only releasing her lips air, Adonis began his descent down her neck. His quick nip and lick at her throat made her step fully back into her conscience. What in the hell was she doing?! Kissing a married man next to her car in a parking lot… a famous man!
“Wait, Adonis!” her lips swollen from their gentle battle said.
Stopping abruptly, but still leaning ever so close to her almost out of necessity, Adonis searched her face, completely enthralled by her looking like a goddess in front of him.
“Yea… yea I know. I’m sorry,” he continued.
They stood in front of each other without words yet fully understanding what the other was saying. This was it. Were they going to walk away and stand strong against their attraction to each other?
Adonis phone vibrated in his pocket and was loud enough to also alert Nola. His eye contact never wavered, until she spoke up.
“You should get that,” her voice so low she almost only mouther the words.
Dragging his phone out of his pocket he saw a text. This had to be the universe and God telling him to walk away.
Bianca – Hey babe, I’m going to grab some food for dinner tonight before I head back to the studio. Let me know if you want me to grab you some too!
His eyes squeezed shut before responding.
Adonis – Thank you babe, but I just ate. Meet you at home soon.
“Thanks for coming out today, Nola,” he said again.
“Of course. Take care of yourself, Adonis,” he leaded in for a hug but Nola quickly lifter her hand to stop him.
“I don’t think we should have physical contact again,” she stated making them both giggle.
“Touché,” his smile beamed. Even amid their small tornado of hormones and emotions, she was still making him laugh.
“Get home safe,” his last statement before they both headed their own way.
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He saw Bianca exiting her car as he pulled into the driveway. She looked gorgeous, light-hearted, and free. He had to get ahead of this and tell her he’d kissed another woman. She meant too much to him to lie. They shared too much history at this point, and he’d married her. There was no way he could become deceptive like his father.
Her eyes lit up and her cheeks turned up with a smile when she saw his old school car park to her.
“Hey handsome!”
“Hey baby,” hiss kiss on her cheek by their front door made her scrunch her eyebrows. She was fully prepared to connect his beautiful lips, but she chucked it up to his eagerness to get inside.
The newlyweds settled into their routine. Bianca showered, Adonis showered, and they retreated to their individual interest. 11 pm rolled around and Bianca began getting ready to head to the studio.
Ever the night owl, B found most of her creativity in the middle of the night and luckily for her so did her production team. She tried to limit her nights away from Adonis to a maximum of three nights a week. He’d told her before it was okay since he stayed up late most nights too studying tapes or reviewing and prepping for meetings, but she found comfort in going to bed with him.
“Okay D, I’m about to head out,” she stated leaning over the back of the couch and wrapping her arms around his toned shoulders.
“Ight, no problem, babe,” he never lost focus as she placed a kiss just behind his ear and he on her hand, while still reviewing the footage of one of his proteges.
Taking a break about 40 minutes after Bianca left, Adonis decided to scroll quickly through Instagram.
“This algorithm is terrible,” he whispered while scrolling past a reel posted four days prior.
All movement ceased when he saw her appear. It was a photo of her in London with friends.
My favorite people with me in one of my favorite cities. Grateful.
His eyes were solely focused on her in the image. Bundled up, a coffee in hand, arms linked with her friends and head leaning on one of her friends’ shoulders. She looked ethereal, like someone only seen in dreams. He hated what she brought up in him. Just the sight of her made him forget all the promises he made. “I promise to remain faithful and true.” When he recited those words as a part of his vows, he wholeheartedly believed he could do it. Then he met Nola.
“Call her,” the thought shouted in his head.
Instead, showing some sort of control, he just shook his head and kept scrolling. With thoughts of Nola never leaving his mind, he continued his mindless scroll until he came across some red-carpet photos from the ESPY’s. There she was again, on the 4th slide looking gorgeous in the dress he’d seen her in that night. This was almost too coincidental, it had to be fate. He rarely ever saw her on his timeline because he didn’t follow her, and she’d only pop up if he saw her working an event. All restraint was gone. He went to her contact and hesitated for only a millisecond before pressing the facetime icon.
It rang out three times before she answered. She wore a look of surprise and confusion, evident in her furrowed brows.
“H-heeyy,” she dragged lightly hoping to get him to explain why he had called her at 10:45 pm.
“Hey! I’m sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you and I know this is forward but... would you be open to some company? I enjoyed talking to you and just want to do that some more,” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding after finishing his sentence.
Her racing mind was so loud, even though there was complete silence on the line. Once again, all logic and sound decision making completely evaporated from her being.
“Actually... yea. I’ll text you my address,” she finally responded.
“Oh, um, ight,” he was stunned that she obliged him but didn’t want her to suddenly change her mind. “I’ll see you soon.”
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A.N. Please share any feedback! Thank you for sticking with it y'all 💕.
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"So, what? Do you have any good ideas?" - "I have a bad one."
KHONSHU, God of the Moon MOON KNIGHT | dir. Mohamed Diab (2022)
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amazinlei · 1 year
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So I have a very special announcement!
I am possibly thinking... of getting my first full partial fursuit.  POSSIBLY... it depends if can find a good fursuit crafter... I was thinking of like, mass online retailers such as Lemonbrat and others I looked up, but I’m paranoid of getting scammed, which can be a good thing to wary and I want to make sure I’m getting quality for the money I’m going to pay.
But THE URGE TO BE A CUTE LOTL’DOG IS SO STRONG!!!! 
PIGMENT WILL BE REAL I SWEAR IT
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senadimell · 2 years
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uuuuugggggggh, I really want this fic to be ALREADY finished at the same level of quality that I produced for the opening bit
(which i guess expecting it to be done and easy discredits how much work went into the opening bit but still....it’s so so far from being done and i wish it was already done because i want to find someone who is also in love with this idea and analysis and talk to them about it)
#look it's a crossover so it's going to be doomed to obscurity#and the fact that i'm trying to ape danged sir terry pratchett does not make this any easier#BUT NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO WRITE THIS IDEA SO GUESS I'M STUCK WITH WRITING IT#i've got about four fics total...#i've only got about four fics total...but only one is conceivably close to completion#and two are frankly above my skill level (this is one of them)#but...i get the feeling that these things are so niche that i am the only one who's gonna properly speak them into existence#(not necessarily niche as in no one will enjoy them but i also zero expect to find someone else writing them the way i want)#if only i had more energy more often to do anything other than army-drag myself once a week to working on any one of them#rose-ten cyborg dystopia thing that combines my favorite fandom-specific tropes has a monster plot#and i've been avoiding it for over a year because i can't bring myself to write this dang next scene#martha character analysis piece is super dang hard because i'm laser focused on every line (i swear i'm gonna have to be a poet or somthng#because i don't think i'm cut out for novel-ing with the amount of scrutiny that each line gets)#and also the martha piece involves Sensitive Subjects and Heavy Things that require respectful research and so. much. thought#susan character study/science-fangirling piece's end is literally in sight but i keep not writing it because i have to do describing#(i hate describing. it's so hard. stupid plot and things that happened are way harder than conversations or thoughts)#and also the remaining scene and ending involves writing about some kinda heavy stuff#then this crossover piece! which combines all of the problems! except i guess objective length#it's supposed to be only 4 chapters max but it's 4 plotted chapters of distilled prose with heavy subject matter and satire#and it needs aforementioned Plot which i don't care much about inventing but really is necessary for the story to work right#people who say fanfiction is easy are wrong actually
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programming is like "i wanna have this program for my own purposes that will make my life a lil easier. no code writing tho. only program"
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slippery-minghus · 2 years
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having a great time on this trip with my bf and his family to disneyland, but oof. i'm trying hard to re-parent myself, but it's hard not to feel a bit like i've been slapped in the face when every other thing we do would have been 110% out of the question with my parents (with a heavy helping of shaming/guilting for even asking to do these things). and his family's just like, oh this is what we do every time we come here.
his family's not perfect of course, but they're damn night and day to my family. and it's hard not to feel a little bit of pain with that
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milo-is-rambling · 1 year
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Oh okay I've now realized that my last group of friends has completely fucked my ability to form new close relationships or find myself worthy of interacting with people I perceive to be better than me (aka all people)
#just sitting here like :|#i know that feeling of like every time you lose someone in your life a part of you goes with them but I didn't realize how bad it was until#i got into a situation where I tried to make new friends and then it's just my brain wondering when they're gonna turn on me and I'll be#hated by a new group of people and I keep trying so hard to patch things up and make new friends and it's just like every time no one wants#to talk about anything that went wrong they simply want to leave without explanation or sympathy#i feel like I've been alone so long that I forgot how to be a person around other people#I'm wearing my person suit and just keep repeating 'be yourself' but I didn't fucking know who I am when I'm not completely alone drowning#out my thoughts with as much Pinterest music and stupid tv I can handle at once#like ugh I just wish I hadn't fucked everything up so bad with my last few groups of friends#i just want to feel like myself again and everytime i just barely start to feel like myself I find new friends and as I adapt to them they#leave and I'm alone again and I have to find who I really am all over again#why do I change for other people? i don't even realize I'm doing it until it's too late#ughhhhhhh#i am just exhausted#and my head hurts and I feel gross and tired and I want to cry and today is 75 days since my dad died and I've been thinking about him a lot#and I'm just so fucking exhausted and sad and emotional and I just want someone to fucking like and for me to believe them
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landosjpg · 2 months
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fall back together | ln
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the one where your ex-boyfriend invites you to spend a few days with him, but you two still have feelings for each other.
lando norris x fem!reader
word count: ~2.5k
warnings: pining, the tiniest bit of fluff i believe, language, smut, oral (f recieving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cockwarming
note: ehhh i don't really know how to feel about this but i wanted to post something, once again not proofread! also i have a looooong flight later this week so pls send in some requests so i can entertain myself during it! <3
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you and lando had dated for a little over two years when you decided to call it quits. it wasn't messy; you two had mutually decided to stay as friends. and for the few months that you had been just that, it had worked well so far.
that's why lando had decided to invite you over for the monaco grand prix, insisting that you should spend a few days prior with him so you two could catch up and spend some time together.
as friends, of course.
it took him a few days to convince you, but you finally agreed. and that's why you found yourself walking down the corridor that led to his apartment, suitcase in hand. you could hear his giggles already from the other side of the hall, the sound bringing a smile to your face.
as you opened the door with the keys that he had insisted you should keep after breaking up, for emergencies (even when you lived in a total different country), you heard him talking.
"hey, chat!" you heard him say. you should've guessed he would use his days at home to stream like he used to. "guess who's here!"
you smiled as you walked to the room he was in. the fans had always loved you; you saw the edits they made of your relationship, how everyone used to lose their minds over the way you two looked at each other when you decided to make an appearance on one of his streams.
utterly in love.
and of course, you saw how everyone couldn't believe it when he had announced the end of your relationship.
it's not like any of you had expected it either, but you knew it was for the best or the relationship would consume one of you. but you were happy you had managed to make a friendship work, not really wanting to lose lando. and of course, his fans were excited to see you again.
he turned his chair around as you entered the room, his smile widening as soon as he saw you. you walked his way, happily waving at the camera. normally, he would grab your waist and pull you into his lap.
but this time he didn't.
so you stood there, right next to his chair. and as much as you knew that was how things were, it didn't fell completely right to you.
"i think i'm gonna head to bed," you interrupted after a few minutes in which you talked with him and with the viewers, answering a few questions just like you used to do before everything went down.
but after a long flight and a taxi ride to his house, you felt exhausted and all you wanted was to lie down and call it a day.
lando reached to mute his mic before he could answer you, turning to look at your face as he spoke.
"take my bed, i'll sleep in the spare room," he said. you were certain that the fans would try to decipher what you were saying later, but you didn't really care.
you thought about what he was proposing. it would feel weird, sleeping in his bed without him, so you weren't really convinced about it. and he must had seen it in your face, because before you could say anything, he added:
"come on, y/n". you're tired and the spare bed isn't even made," he looked at you with soft, pleading eyes.
you knew he still wanted the best for you, so you sighed in defeat and accepted his offer with a nod of your head.
after saying goodbye to the chat, you left the room to get ready for bed. as you went through your daily night routine in the bathroom, you noticed how everything you had left there behore the break-up was still in its place.
it looked like you had never left.
you tried not to think too much about it, there could be multiple reasons why he had decided to keep all your stuff. he definitely had moved on, right? it had been months since you two ended things.
you brushed it off, not really wanting it to get to your head and then walked to his room. everything was just like you remembered. damn, he even kept some pictures of you on his wall.
with your pajamas on, you climbed into his bed and covered your body with the soft sheets, the smell of him quickly washing all over you.
you rolled around with a sigh, the bed feeling way too big now that he wasn't next to you to wrap hismself around you. you were unable to sleep as your mind filled with all the nights spent in that exact same mattress between laughs, kisses and endless conversations.
you missed the feeling of his arms around your waist, the sound of his snores and the warmth of his body enveloping you every night.
with your mind racing with all the memories that wouldn't leave your brain, you realized it had been hours since you got in bed when you checked the time on your phone. the house was completely silent by that moment, so you figured lando was already asleep.
you sighed and got up, wandering to the kitchen silentely to not wake him up, with the intention of making yourself a tea that would hopefully help you sleep.
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sat on the counter, you contemplated the city lights with a warm mug of tea in your hands. the only light that illuminated the kitchen was te one that came out of your room. lando's room.
you were lost in your own thoughts, so you didn't notice his figure walking towards you.
"is that seat taken?" his voice made you jump a little in surprise, swearing under your breath as you turned to look at him, simply shaking your head in response. "sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he added with a chuckle, sitting on the stool right next to you.
you didn't really know what to say, so silence fell between you two while you just stared at each other. despite of it being dark, you could appreciate his messy curls, the spark on his eyes and the sly smile that beautifully decorated his lips.
"can't slep?" his voice was low and tender as he brokw the silence.
"bed feels too big."
at your answer, he just nodded. he kept quiet for a few seconds, pensive, and you could see that he was wondering wheter what he was about to say was appropriate or not.
"you know, as much as it hurts... i'm happy that you're moving on," he finally broke the silence, his words hitting you like a truck.
"i'm not... what do you mean?" you asked in confussion, but your mind was more focused on the fact that the possibility of you moving on hurt him.
"i've seen the pictures."
despite of the sadness that his whisper hid, you knew he wasn't mad at you. he had always said that he wanted you to be happy, whether it was with or without him.
silly of him to think that anyone else could ever make you as happy as he once did.
"just a friend," you mumbled, knowing that he was talking about the guy in your latest posts. but he was nothing more than a friend to you, not even close. "not really my type," you joked, earning a little smile from his lips.
once again, the silence felt deafening as he didn't give you an answer. your nerves were starting to kick in and so, in an attempt to try and make it feel less awkward between you two, you gazed back to the window.
"do you ever miss me?" he whispered again seconds later, the simple question making you freeze.
the answer was easy: yes, like crazy. but you couldn't just say that.
as he waited for you to reply, you felt his eyes on you, curious about what you would answer. and you swore he could hear your heart racing in your chest.
"sometimes, yeah," you finally decided to give him the truth.
or part of it, because confessing that it hadn't been a day in which he didn't cross your mind at least twice a day made you feel too exposed and vulnerable.
you halted when you felt his hand creeping up your legs slowly, stopping when he reached your thigh.
"i miss you, too," his murmur sent you a shiver down your spine, and he was looking up at you from where he was sitting, with puppy eyes.
you knew damn well what those words meant, and you felt your heart breaking at your own answer.
" i don't think it's a good idea, lan," you murmured, not able to hold his gaze for long.
"i know", he uttered, and you felt him sigh, but his hand stayed in your leg. "i'm sorry."
when you heard his simple apology, you closed yout eyes and tried to keep your tears from falling down your cheeks, but you failed miserably.
you knew he was apologizing for not being his best self during the last weeks of your relationship. at first, you had tried to convince yourself it only was a rough patch, but it was burning you down.
and, when you asked him for some time, he agreed. he knew he hadn't been the best boyfriend to you during that time, and he hated seeing you suffer because of him. so he ultimately decided to set you free.
"i'll never take you for granted again," he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears that fell down your face.
you hadn't noticed that he had stoop up from the stool and positioned himself between your legs, but having him so close again made your heart feel warm. and you looked down, knowing that if your eyes met his green orbits you'd throw yourself back right into his arms.
"lan..."
"i swear, y/n," he interrupted you; you could see his eyes were also watery, tears threatening to come out as well, but he held them back as he kept talking. "i know i fucked up, but it won't happen again."
closing your eyes, you sighed. your fingers softly wrapped around his wrist as you kept silently crying.
"please," his whisper made you sob, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and never let go of him. "i promise."
as you took in his words, your hand slid to his neck and he rested his forehead against yours. your breaths were mixing together and you nodded your head slightly, giving him your final answer with that small gesture.
before you could think about it, his lips were on yours. soft, just as you remembered, and you could taste both your tears on his lips. he kissed you slowly, tenderly, as if he didn't want you to slip out of his fingers again.
and you knew he didn't.
"i've missed this," he sighed in between kisses, pulling you a little closer, his arms now wrapped around your waist. "i've missed you, baby."
at the sweet pet name that you never thought you'd be hearing from his lips again, you exhaled with a smile.
"want to join me in bed?" you asked in a whisper, your fingers softly brushing against the skin of his neck. you wanted nothing more than to sleep next to him again, so close that one would think you two were literally attached at the hip.
"you're inviting me to my bed?" he chuckled as his arms went lower on your body, pulling you closer and picking you up from the counter.
"our bed," you corrected him with a giggle of your own.
he planted a soft kiss on your lips and walked you back to his room, wrapped in his arms. he lied you down on the mattress gently, keeping his body over yours. your gazes locked for a few seconds before his lips attacked yours hungrily, the tenderness of the previous interactions now long gone.
your hands roamed all over each other's bodies, clothes soon flying everywhere as both your breaths got heavier.
he started trailing small, wet kisses down your breasts and torso, his hands carefully pulling your underwear down your legs. he spread your open for him and positioned himself between your thighs, looking up at you from the edge of the bed.
you slightly nodded, giving him permission to go on. a long sigh left your lips as soon as you felt his lips pressing a soft kiss on your sensitive bud, and your fingers instinctively got lost in his curls, urging him closer.
"you're so gorgeous, baby," he mumbled, his hot breath against your slick making you moan softly.
you felt his tongue flatten against you and he started licking your cunt as if he was starving. a smug expression plastered on his face when your back arched as his lips found your clit again and he sucked, fingers tugging on his hair.
"fuck, lando..." you stuttered, your legs closing around his head as you felt the knot on your lower stomach about to snap. a small groan escaped his lips, his hands gripping around your thighs, surely leaving small bruises on your smooth skin.
soon, the warmth of his tongue on your pussy felt too overwhelming and your orgasm didn't take long to wash over you, leaving you a moaning mess under his touch.
as you came down from your climax, he got rid of his boxers and hovered over you again, his lips finding yours once more. as you tasted yourself on his tongue, you hummed contently into the kiss, your fingers finding their wait to his curls again.
"you alright, love?" he gently asked, taking a minute to look into your eyes.
"need you inside of me," you panted, your legs hooking at each side of his body as you pulled him closer.
he locked his lips with yours as he teased your folds with his cock, both of you moaning into the other's mouth at the friction. he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you, letting you adjust to his size.
"so fucking tight for me, baby," his voice sounded breathless as he started thrusting into you without a hurry.
he took it slow, his movements almost lazy but deep.
and god, did it feel good.
you held each other tightly as he kept that slow pace that you two seemed to be enjoying. he reveled in the way your sweet moans filled the room and your nails drew crescent moons on his shoulders, your face contorting in pleasure as he stretched you out deliciously.
feeling your second orgasm starting to build up, your pussy clamped down on him, drawing him even deeper inside of you; which resulted in a low grunt from his lips.
"baby, i'm gonna... fuck..." you whimpered, unable to even form a proper sentence as the pressure in your lower stomach increased again.
"look at me, love," he groaned, and you did as he had asked.
with your gazes locked in each other's, it only took the two of you a few strokes to come undone, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt him cumming inside of you and leaving you weak under his body.
he collapsed on top of you, a little winded as he left a sweet kiss on your lips before moving to lay down on the mattres, pulling you with him.
"i love you," he uttered, his arms wrapped tightly around your body as he kept his cock buried deep inside of you.
"i love you, lan," you mumbled, your face finding the spot between his jaw and his shoulder as you caught your breath, feeling yourself slowly drifting off to sleep with your nose nuzzled on his neck.
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thefloralmenace · 2 months
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I'll say it once, and I'll say it again "hobby hopping" is a made up phrase that people use to shame ADHD people for no reason.
"Hobby hopping" is only a problem if:
You have so many unfinished projects that it has become a hoarding situation (and you are not willing to get rid of any of them).
You are having financial issues because you keep buying new supplies and equipment.
The picking up and putting down projects is a result of you finding it hard to enjoy things long-term (and that's a problem not for practical reasons but because you deserve to live a life where you're not stressed out or guilty over the things you enjoy???)
This whole "you need to pick something and stick with it" thing that always has a weird moral undertone has got to stop. Because you know what? People saying they "love to try new things" or "like to learn new skills" is viewed as a positive open-minded thing, but "hobby hopping," which absent the three conditions above is the same thing in my opinion, is a negative phrase that implies someone is flighty, unfocused, and undedicated.
You're allowed to try new things and be like nah this is not for me??? You don't have to stick with something just because you thought you'd like it, or you bought a lot of supplies for it. How are you gonna become the cool absent-minded yet mysterious professor-type who knows how to do everything if you limit your skill acquisition based on fake rules?
Personal advice for healthy hobby hopping. Context, I always have a list of things I want to learn and right now it includes: machine sewing, wood burning, knitting, crochet, and digital art.
I frequently end up getting the supplies to learn these new things on sudden impulse, but that's actually a result of me putting a restraint on my hobby hopping: Unless I've sat down and done a lot of research before deciding I want to get into ____ thing, I don't let myself buy what I deem as expensive supplies. BUT: I do let myself buy supplies for hobbies on my list with absolutely no research when I can find them supper cheap. Ex: I went to a mega thrift store the other weekend, and they had yarn and knitting needles. Yarn was $1 per skane, and the many pairs of needles were 50 cents each. I suddenly realized knitting needles come in different sizes, so I Googled "What is the best knitting needle size for beginners?" Google said six, and I walked out of there with yarn and a pair of size six knitting needles. Prior to this, I found a book on how to knit for $2. Have I used them? Not yet. No prob: I am out $3.50 to have the stuff on-hand for when I'm ready for it. I have not allowed myself to buy the $120 Kintsugi kit I want because that is a lot of money to have it sit around.
ALSO: Join the ADHD Craft Swap and Shop group on Facebook. It's all people destashing craft supplies to recover a bit of money they've sunk into hobbies they're no longer interested in. Which means: Other hobby hoppers can get new supplies dirt cheap, and people who have dropped hobbies can recoup some of the cost of supplies. Also the posts are so funny. "I bought $100 worth of molds for soap, and I found out I hate making soap. Destash in comments."
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evie-sturns · 1 month
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period - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼
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summary: you unexpectedly get your period after spending the night with chris, he does everything he can to make you feel better.
contains: mentions of blood, fluff, crying, swearing.
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chris and i have been dating for almost two months, i sleep over at his house often though, including last night.
9:46am
i'm rudely awakened by frantic tapping on my shoulder, i rub my eyes and roll over where i'm met with chris's distraught face. "hm..?" i groan out.
"y/n, are you okay" chris rambles, his vision flicks between my eyes and the matress.
"what..?" i mumble, my vision is still partially blurred from the sudden wake up.
"you're bleeding" chris says quietly, swallowing harshly.
i sit up, the matress is dotted with blood, along with the small pyjama set i wore last night.
my period has always been irregular, ever since i was about 12. i'd never know when it would come but i would just deal with it when it did.
my stomach sinks, my cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment, this is the kind of thing thats meant to happen 2 years into your relationship, not 2 months.
my eyes start to burn, im already an emotional person but now that this has just happened i don't think i can physically be okay.
"im so sorry chris." i say, my voice breaking.
chris clears his throat, i can tell he's slightly awkward about this.
the silence in the room grows, but is quickly cut short by a sob coming from me. chris's head snaps round to look at me, "oh fuck-.. no its okay!"
he gets out of bed, without a second thought he leans over the matress and picks me up in a bridal position. he speed walks to the bathroom, "look at me." chris says calmly as i cry into his shoulder, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "don't cry sweetheart, it doesn't matter to me."
i nod with a sniffle, he places me down on two feet. "you wanna get in the bath?" chris says gently.
"yeah.." i say, my voice still wobbling.
i stand still with my hands by my side vulnerably. "you want me to.." chris whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "if you dont mind.." i reply.
he reaches his hand out and peels my tank top off of my body, along with my shorts. he does it so nonchalantly its impressive.
chris has only seen me naked once, which was only a week or so ago after our first hookup.
he flicks the bath on, putting his finger under the stream to check the temperature before lifting me up and placing me down.
chris bends over and picks up the pyjamas, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. i throw my head back as soon as he goes "how did this happen." i groan to myself.
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about 10 minutes has passed, the whole time i've just been trying to calm myself, crying about this isn't gonna make it any less embarrassing for me.
my head snaps to the side as i hear 2 soft knocks on the wooden door, "come in" i say with a forced smile, chris peeks his head round the corner with a sympathetic look. hes got a freshly folded pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in his arms, which he places down on the sink. "you okay?" he asks casually, sitting down on the side of the tub.
"i mean, i'm okay as i can be right now!" i smile warmly up at chris,
he reaches into his pocket and clears his throat "i found this downstairs, i think one of nick's friends left it here-..uh" chris murmmers, pulling a tampon out of his pocket.
"thank you chris, honestly i'm sorry about being a pain." i sigh, chris shakes his head "no you're good, promise."
"just gonna go make the bed, yeah?" chris sits up off the tub and walks out of the bathroom.
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after getting myself together i open the door to the bedroom, chris is sitting on the bed, laying the pillows out strategically. i feel like a kid thats just thrown up, staring at my parent who just had to bathe me and clean the sheets.
he stands up and runs over to me full force, grabbing me around my waist and picking me up, earning a high pitched squeal from me. "chris!!" i screech as he flops down on the bed with me still in his arms.
"what can i actually do to repay you." i whisper into chris's chest.
"give me some awesome head next week."
"christopher."
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satorusluver · 6 months
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Minors DNI
Sorry I just have too many smutty Gojo thoughts to keep them to myself. I'm not really sorry.
I thought a little too hard about how big Satoru's dick probably is and this happened lol.
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Imagine Gojo Satoru teasing you for struggling to take all of his massive cock. I mean, look, the man is 6'3", I just know his dick is huge. With that kinda confidence, he's got more than just being the strongest sorcerer to be cocky about. His dick intimidatingly large -your eyes would probably bug out the first time he whipped it out, nearly smacking you in the face with it. It's the kind of cock you struggle to wrap your mouth around when you go down on him. Just a few minutes of sucking his dick and your jaw is gonna be aching. And taking him down there isn't much easier. It's a struggle, and you just know he thinks it's funny as fuck watching you try to take all of him.
Sometimes he likes to make you work for it. He'll lie back on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin while you take your sweet time trying to make him fit. Even with lube, if you're not used to being stretched out by him everyday, if he's been away awhile, then taking him hurts, at least at first. You gotta take it slow, one hand holding onto the base of his shaft and the other pressed flat against his chiseled chest as you carefully sink down onto the head of his cock, whimpering slightly from how the stretch stings a little.
"Aww, what's the matter, princess? Is it too big for you?" Satoru teases you.
"Sh-shut up," you shoot back, glaring at him as you slowly sink down onto him another inch.
"Oh, come on, you were begging for this cock a few minutes ago and now look at you, struggling to take more than a couple of inches." 
His eyes flicker down to where his length is slowly disappearing into your pretty pussy.
"Looks like quite the tight fit...fuck, feels like quite the tight fit," he groans when you sink down another couple of inches. 
Part of him just wants to grab your hips and buck up into you, forcing you to take every last inch all at once so he can finally feel all of your tight, wet heat wrapped around him. But he won't do that, no, he'll lie right there and let you take him at your own pace.
He sighs softly when he finally feels himself bottom out, finally feels the head of his cock meet the entrance to your womb. He's so long and thick that sitting on his cock like this damn near feels like you're being split in two. He doesn't even have to try to hit your g-spot, he fills you so entirely that happens on its own. You can feel it just sitting there, feel him pressing against it so effortlessly and it feels so good despite how uncomfortable the stretch is at first.
"There we go, I knew you could do it. Fuck, feel so fuckin' tight around me. You gonna be a good girl and ride me, yeah? I wanna see you make yourself cum on my dick."
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STILL obsessed with the fact Hobie wears a full ass outfit everyday. Jessica too. I'm so serious.
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Like they were probably in their universe thinking that's normal then they pull up to HQ and see a bunch of Spider-people nearly butt-naked in spandex suits just trodding about bootys and balls all out
And they both saw that and we're like "Yeaaahh.. my black ass is NOT doing that"
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and then they just kept wearing clothes.
Just the thought of them being like 'Actually y'all look fucking ridiculous in those suits but I can keep that to myself' is so funny cause it's SO THEM.
Hobie already thinks most of them are monkeys in a circus
And if it's not Jessica's job she probably doesn't give a rats ass what foolishness y'all are up to. She has her man to go home to. Bye.
Jessica probably pulled up on Day 1 like "I understand everything else - one question though: What the hell y'all hiding y'all faces for? We's hiding our faces now??? Cause it's giving Phantom of the Opera. 🤨😐'
I headcanon Jessica is Hobies mentor and I bet the day they met he saw her and was like
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"..."
"... Nah bruv, the fucking suits-"
"I know. Just- I just can't with it. I can't."
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They wake up and the two of them put on some earrings, some lip gloss, and at least two belts before even leaving the crib. As they should!!!!
At least once Miguel has tried to call them on a mission and they've gone 'Nah, it's wash day.'
They have to do their hair. They're not turning up in someone's universe in no bonnet. Call someone else goddammit
I LOVE THEM. MY FAVES.
Meanwhile Peter's out here in some slippers. Humbling reality headass.
Like y'all are not on the same level.
Meanwhile Miguel double cheeked up out in the open. Like hey buddy gym shorts maybe? Just a thought?
Not to bodyshame you Miguel but if you turn around again I'm gonna have to have a talk with HR on the real
Give Miles back his clothes he was fresh as hell. Miles G. on to something
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