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[vulturevanity]

A Father's Purpose

Someone asks Martin if he actually cares about his daughters. He laughs at the joke he thinks they made.

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Epithet: ☆Dumb☆

Martin Blyndeff is a carefree man.

Despite his uncomplicated character, I have plenty of thoughts on Worst Dad and his impact on his daughters -- particularly Lorelai, but she isn't the focus on this piece and I'll talk about her another day.

I think what gets me about Martin and Molly is how efficient he is at shutting her down. Whether or not he's aware of what he's doing (it doesn't matter), it's really telling how smoothly he's able to do it. In the Museum Arc, he unloads another night shift onto her, rapid-fires excuses for why she has to take the night shift, takes credit for the school worksheet which she filled out, then changes subjects so she'll drop it. And he does it often enough that Lorelai has caught on to it, to the point that the first thing she does in the book is use his name to shut Molly down too. No matter what, if it's up to Martin, then Molly will have to shut up and deal.

I wonder how much of this DARVO-adjacent behaviour is a result of losing Calliope, if at all. I mean, I really, REALLY can't see how someone like Calliope would've fallen for Martin as he is today; we know he's always been the personification of the word "carefree" and Callie was an anxious workaholic mess, but honestly the Martin we see would probably just constantly stress her out even more (which he did sometimes). He was already rather senseless back then, but I can't help but think having Calliope to take on every burden for him for over 15 years and then losing her so suddenly must have exarcebated the learned helplessness. And since Molly was the one who took over, he just went "well I guess it's her job now", dusted off and went right back to his little world of toys and blissful obliviousness.

And speaking of Molly. She was suffering so much in that house, and yes, there have been plenty of walls of text about the verbal and emotional abuse she suffered from Lorelai, but I feel like we don't talk enough about Martin's complete dismissal of her feelings, thoughts and protests, and how deeply that affected her. He was the one who taught her no one would listen to her. He was he reference point Lorelai used to take advantage of her. He parentified Molly and made her bear the brunt of their financial troubles. And he did it all with a genuine smile across his face.

Martin Blyndeff sucks and I think we should talk about him more.

[blue-cyber-dreams]

Baby I'm Yours

Reformed!Megatron x human!reader

I think reader is GN? Def racially ambiguous

It's kinda left up to the reader what version of Megatron this is, but I was thinking of/inspired by @revelboo's version of MTMTE/Lost Light's Megatron 🩷

SFW and fluffy with bits of angst

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You swayed slowly as you hummed an old tune, right arm stretched out with your hand clasped in Megatron's left servo, his other gently resting on your ribcage.

While sitting on his desk, you had been humming a song to yourself and gently moving to the beat, when he asked about human dancing. So after he mass-shifted, you had introduced him to the simplest form of human dancing you knew. You guided him in how to place his hands and encouraged him to relax enough to move with the music. The dance style was intimate, but you tried to maintain some distance between your bodies, if only for the sake of your nerves. Now you were alternating between humming and softly singing lyrics to that sweet song you remembered from Earth as you rocked from side to side.

"...And I'll be yours, 'til the mountains crumble to the sea..." the words fell from your mouth as you stepped away to twirl, right hand still in his, only to return to his hold.

You looked up to offer a small smile, hoping this was entertaining the mech. He was already looking at you, a wistful expression on his face.

"You humans have much more complex optics when viewed up close," he said lowly.

You tipped your head to the side and smiled. "We call them 'eyes,'" you responded, playfulness dappling your tone.

You continued to hum before he spoke again. "Your eyes look deep, like I could leap inside. They seem like portals to another world."

You stilled at his words, and he leaned closer to you. The eye contact and proximity made it hard for you to breathe and you became aware of a whole new level of intimacy.

Then, he looked down. At your lips? Surely not. But then he released your hand and brought the servo which had been holding it to your side, and he inched closer. And closer...

You realised you were unconsciously leaning in as well. Then eyes and optics both fluttered shut as lips and dermas met softly.

His servos and arms moved to encircle you, drifting slightly lower, and his grip became firmer. For a moment, all your thoughts halted, and your palms rested on the metal of his chest.

Then, you became catastrophically self-aware again. With a spark of panic, you broke off the kiss to hide your face against his chest.

His hold on you loosened, as if to allow you room to escape, but you didn't want to move away. His embrace felt safe and soothing; you just needed to pause for a moment.

"Little one?" he murmured, a hint of concern in his tone.

You felt embarrassed. You had pulled away without thinking, and you felt you definitely owed him an explanation.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said softly into his chest plates. You decided to just be out with it.

"I've never done that before." And if you didn't before, you definitely felt a wave of heat at your face now.

His tone was mild. "What? Kissed someone?"

You pulled away slightly to look up at the big mech. You were met with optics which held a flicker of... Uncertainty?

You averted your eyes before responding. "No, I haven't..." you said, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his armor plating to relieve the akwardness you felt.

His servos shifted up, now loosely resting near you shoulder blades, higher than they had been even during the slow dancing. You looked back up to see a whisper of pain and sadness on his face.

"You are too innocent for me," he murmured.

"I'm not that innocent!" A note of incredulity slipped into your voice.

He looked down at you again. His response came out smoothly at first, then slipped into a near-growl by the end.

"I mean no offense. But you do not know who I am, or what I've done."

"I know what I've seen. I know my own experiences. You saved my life!"

You had been abducted from Earth by another Cybertronian, and kept as a pet. Or a plaything, more like. They had no idea how to care for you and clearly took you on a whim, just wanting a defenseless creature to mess with. Megatron had found you by chance. "Humans are not fit to be kept as pets. They are intelligent, sentient," he had growled to your inept keeper. You hadn't been sure why at the time, but they had clearly regarded him with fear and intimidation, so they easily handed you over when he extended his servo to take you. You remembered what he had said when he departed from them. "Do not worry, little one. You are safe now." And you were.

You brought your mind back to the present, and Megatron's brow was furrowed, his optics screwed shut. A low sigh escaped him.

"They may not have taken you if I had not encouraged disdain for organic life in my followers."

"But it was still their choice. And you're different now," you responded firmly.

You continued in a softer tone. "You are always kind to me, and gentle." His optics opened again slowly.

"I do not deserve you," he murmured, voice rumbling.

You pursed your lips. "That word - 'deserve' - I don't like it. It's so subjective."

He looked at you intently, like he was trying to understand, so you went on.

"By some philosophical metrics, none of us deserve anything good that happens to us." You reached up to stroke the bridge of his nose, and despite his previous protests, he shuttered his optics and slightly leaned down into your touch.

"I prefer to aim for maximising the good things in the universe. Sometimes, or even often, that means pursuing justice, and trying to determine just what it is that someone deserves... But not always."

Your finger came down from his nose and traced his dermas, and they parted when you made contact with them. His optics opened again and met your eyes.

"You are far too compassionate towards me," he rumbled.

"I'm just a big believer in people having the capacity to change. It doesn't always happen, but I admire it when it does. It takes more strength to admit you were wrong and change course than it does to have the correct course from the beginning."

Megatron took your hand in his servo and pressed a kiss to it.

"Could I be allowed this?" He seemed to be asking no one at all, and yet also the entire universe. Any being who might be listening, or perhaps the eternal sparks and souls of those whose deaths he had brought about.

You reached to pull him down for another kiss. "That's up to me. And I say yes."

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who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead… and ghosts?

⚠︎ CW: mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)

during the bloodmoon on halloween, your werewolf boyfriend feels a rapacious urge to knock you up.

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, 1980s setting.

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a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.

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with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…

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as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…

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accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?

⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

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[degenerateshinji]

last chapter😔

[yaekiss]

since your normal requests are still open （＾ω＾） i absolutely NEED to go next door to my darling kaeya!!! he can’t just be so devoted and adoringly obsessive without being rewarded! after that little show of a picture he sent, can’t quite be satisfied until i ravage him the way we know he wants </3

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, no gendered terms for reader, Kaeya calls you "my heart", unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Kaeya, unhealthy attachment from reader, stalking (from Kaeya), mentions of biting and marking (Kaeya receiving), handjob (Kaeya receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is a (long overdue) sequel to this love letter from a previous event (now closed!) Sigh I really meant to finish this a lot earlier, first it was supposed to be your birthday present then when that date passed by, a v-day gift of sorts,,,,, But it's here now!! Hope it's kind of what you were looking to read @pulpbeing !

The whole walk over to the next room, regardless of how short it was, you were barely cognizant. It was hard to be, when mere minutes ago, it was revealed to you that your lover was some sort of obsessive stalker. (Yet, why does your heart still hammer so hard in your chest?)

Each step draws you closer and closer to Kaeya, and before you even register it, you’ve reached the door to his room. It's the very last one in the hallway. The room opposite his is vacant.

Your blood thrums under the skin of your fingers as you reach out to the smooth cold handle on the door, as if the mere act of crossing that threshold could shatter everything at once.

And to your surprise, the door swings open without any resistance.

The second your foot pads onto the carpet of his room and the door locks behind you, the atmosphere turns electric as a singular starry eye bores into you from where Kaeya is lounging on the bed.

And there he is. Draped in the same lacy white lingerie in the scandalous photograph he sent to you. As if the sight in the picture wasn’t stunning enough already, the sight of your lover before you outright steals the breath from your lungs. 

Adorned in naught by the gauzy fabric, you drag your gaze down from his face, to the crimson-stained trail left from that trickle of wine from his lips. The sheerness of the lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination with the way it snugly hugs his figure. The curve of his chest, his slender yet toned physique, stark white garter belt against the flesh of his thighs.

It's all ridiculously tantalising to you. And he knows it.

“No need to just stand by my door, my heart. You can do more than just gawk at me, you know?” Kaeya all but purrs out to you from where he’s seated, his one eye squinting as he grins.

Somehow, your body has already betrayed your warring thoughts within because when you next blink, you’ve crossed over to the bed, the mattress dipping as you take your seat beside him. His grin grows more blinding at this and he squeezes in closer to you, until your thighs are touching. 

“So the cat’s out of the bag, and now you know I’ve been tailing after you in Fontaine like some lovesick dog off a leash,” he sighs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just admit to stalking you.

He fixes you with a gaze, “How exactly does it make you feel?”

“Is it fear?”

The silence grows when you don’t respond, as if you know in a deep twisted part of your mind, that despite this, Kaeya would never harm a single hair on your head.

“Or is it desire?”

And it’s at this, that your heart thumps. 

The kiss is messy, more tongue and spit than anything else but you can’t be bothered when you’re busy removing the lingerie still on him. He melts into you as your hands wind around his frame, unravelling and undressing him from the flimsy layers of white lace that dare to separate him from you. When you watch the pure white tumble from him, perhaps he’s not the only one whose desires drive them wild.

A breathy moan leaves him as you leave bite mark after bite mark across the expanse of his neck. The feeling of your teeth pressed against his skin, the pressure and force behind it threatening to break past the surface. You’re kind enough to grant him one last hickey prior to pulling back and briefly admiring your handiwork.

Hands trailing down his side, you graze your fingertips over his hips before you settle a palm against his length. Just before he can roll himself up to rut against your hand, your other hand grips the side of his hip, stilling him as a protesting noise slips past his lips.

“You’ll move when I say you can. You can do that for me, yes?” 

Docile, he nods and simply watches on as your hand wraps itself around him. You can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s holding himself back, resisting the urge to fuck into your hand. Aided by the precum drooling from his tip, you glide your hand slowly up and down, marvelling at the way his breath hitches and eyes screw shut whenever you twist your grip exactly where you know he likes it.

It doesn’t take long before you can tell he’s reaching his limit. His breathing grows clipped and ragged and his groans and whines become increasingly needy. Every time his hips jerk involuntarily, your hand stills, prompting him to plead pitifully for you to continue. He makes quite the sorry sight before you, and your heart twinges with the need to watch him come undone.

Deciding you’ve toyed with him enough for now, you lean in, whispering, “Go on, let me see how you reward yourself.”

His pulse jackrabbits as you lave your tongue along his jugular, panting out broken “thank you”s at your generosity while he frantically chases his release, rutting into your hand. A quick twist and he’s spilling over, crumpling in on himself as he moans unabashedly at the pleasure you’ve shown to him. He has his chin hooking over your shoulder and arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug whilst riding out his high, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

Suddenly, your world tilts when Kaeya pulls you down onto the bed, you lie atop him, trapped in his embrace.

And coy as he is, he slithers next to your ear and whispers breathlessly, “It’s alright, you can have your way with me,” you can feel his heart pound from beneath you, your pulse matching his.

“There’s no one next door anyways.”

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[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 1, Part 2 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

Continuation of Part 1 of Chapter 1 Here

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to implement real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger warnings: In full on the Prologue chapter Wordcount: 4.1k+

This chapter is a backstory of how Toji and Reader met. Since Toji is not necessarily a main character in this story, I don't want to focus on a lot of detail for this backstory. But it needs to be told.

Toji and Reader are in high school, Toji is a senior, and reader is a freshman. Though I don't specifically put anything into detail, since everyone is a minor, you get the basic idea. Toji is not a good guy.

Since this is part of a backstory, Sukuna isn't mentioned or appears in this chapter at all.

Trigger/Content Warning, please read!:

⭐This chapter specifically mentions drugging, underage sex, underage drinking, rape without knowledge, filmed during sex without consent, morning after pills/abortion drugs, and manipulation.⭐

Trigger/Content Warning, please read!:

⭐This chapter specifically mentions drugging, underage sex, underage drinking, rape without knowledge, filmed during sex without consent, morning after pills/abortion drugs, and manipulation.⭐

"And one more picture of that pretty, ruined pussy. You'll probably make me a decent amount of money." Toji smirked while snapping the seventh or eighth photo on his phone. -"Hey, check this one out. Ruined her spoiled little virgin cunt."- -"Damn, you sure know how to pick the best ones."- -"Doesn't take much. Make them feel special and they'll drop that guard of theirs."- -"Well, drugging them also helps." -"I thought she was gonna just let me, but she wanted to wait for the right moment I guess."- -"It's so lame. I dunno why bitches need sex to be anything more than just sex."- -"Oh well. She's just a dumb, used whore now. When she finally lets me fuck her, I'll let her pretend its her first time."- -"Do your thing man, and let me know the next time you get her drugged up, I want a piece of that. Its so much easier when they're unconscious and not crying or squirming."- -"Just drop that money into my hand and you can fuck her whenever."-

Saturday, 4:37 AM

Everything ached. And your head was absolutely throbbing. A dazed whimper fell from your lips as you struggled to open your eyes. Your eye lids were almost unbearably heavy, as if they were being held shut. Sitting up, you weakly reached an arm to your head, trying to rub your eyes so you could wake up. Everything hurt so incredibly bad, like, bad... A bit of dread filled your mind as you looked around your bedroom. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, yet everything felt off. Your phone was nearby, and you grabbed it, looking at the time. Only 4:37 in the morning. You went to your messages, texting Toji to see what time he ended up leaving, and if he noticed you acting weird before he left. -"Hey! I just randomly woke up, but I have like a massive headache and everything is really sore. What happened after I got home last night?"-

You waited a moment, hoping for a reply but none came for a long while. By the time you did get anything back, you had slowly spiraled into a panic. Of course the worst consumed your mind, only imagining horrible outcomes of what might have happened the night before. Surely, Toji wouldn't have done anything bad to you, right?

-"Hey princess. Gave you some tea and you were relaxing on the couch. But, you seemed to be a bit buzzed still, you started passin' out on your couch so I put ya to bed and left."

He put you in bed? Well, it did seem quite nice of him. You rarely drank, so it's no wonder you felt like crap. It was certain parts of your body being sore that was a concern to you however. -"We didn't like, do anything, right? I know you kissed me in the car, but you didn't do anything else, did you?"- You nibbled your lower lip in worry while seeing the three little dots of Toji's reply appearing and disappearing before anything was said.

-"Of course not. Why would I do something like that? You were basically passed out, what are you implying?"-

The back of your throat burned as anxiety bubbled up in your chest. Oh shit, you basically just accused him of doing something to you!

-"I'm sorry, that didn't come out right, I'm certainly not accusing you of anything! I wasn't trying to make it sound that way."- You gripped your phone with sweaty palms as the three little dots popped up again, but then disappeared. Leaving you on read.

-"I'm really sorry, I'm just feeling weird and not thinking right."- No reply, and it wasn't even shown as read, only delivered. Several minutes passed and you stared desperately at your phone, awaiting a reply to ease your conscious, but none ever came.

And nothing ever came for the rest of the day either. Though you walked around with a small limp from a pain in your hip, all you could think of was how Toji must have felt for you basically accusing him of doing something to you. He had been nothing but nice and charming the entire night, and then you insult him with that accusation? Stupid.

Monday, 7:37 AM

Monday only brought more worry as you still hadn't heard from him. You were probably going to see him here at school soon and after not hearing back from him just sent tremors through you. How fucking awkward it will be. You waited for him near the lunch room, hoping things wouldn't be tense. What if he completely ignored you? When someone flicked your ear from behind, you quickly whipped around, only to see Toji standing over you, a charmed grin on his face. "Hey there. Ready to eat?"

A little smile crept across your face at his good attitude, but it was still a little nervewracking. "Hey, yeah, but, why didn't you ever text me back?" you wondered, pulling your bottom lip as you looked up to him hopefully. "Oh, I fell asleep and then just forgot." he shrugged it off, that smile never leaving his face as if there wasn't a single problem. You studied him, trying to decipher what he was really feeling, but his expression never faltered. You probably were just overreacting and then panicking, everything seemed fine.

When he invited you out to another party for the next friday, you immediately accepted, wanting another chance to be around him the way you were before. It was mostly the same as before, the only difference being some new faces, but you were still one of the very few freshmen to be among the crowd. You did your best to not drink as much, not wanting to wake up the same way you did last weekend. Dropping you off back at home, you looked over to Toji a little expectantly, licking your upper lip as sublty as possible in anticipation. You wanted him to kiss you like that again, to pull you into his lap and kiss you as if he was craving you. However, he got out of the car, and walked over to your doorside, opening it for you. "Hope you had another good time." He simply said, ushering you out of the seat. You didn't press it, not wanting to seem desperate or confused. This almost became a normal thing, every friday night. There'd be some party, you'd get to go, but Toji didn't try to kiss you anymore. He didn't act any different towards you, but he wouldn't touch you. Had you honestly hurt his feelings that bad where he was afraid to touch you now?

Friday, 11:47 PM

By the fourth friday of him not touching you in any way at all, you took matters into your own hands. As soon as he put the car in park, you climbed over into his lap, gripping onto his shirt desperately as you pressed your lips against his. You whimpered in delight when you felt his large hands settle at your waist, fingertips pushing into your skin. Instead of him returning your kiss in earnest though, he pushed you back, looking at you in an almost confused way. "What's gotten into you all the sudden?"

Your cheeks flared with embarassment, and you weren't even sure how to react right now. "I...I'm sorry, I..." He sighed heavily while turning his head and opening the car door. "Look, I like you but you basically accused me of doing something to you. Thats pretty shitty. You know how much trouble I could get into for some shit like that? You drank too much, and I put you to bed." "I truly didn't mean it like that." You pleaded as he placed you out of the car before getting out. Your short frame stared up to him nervously as he stood up and ran a hand over his face, sighing out in the process. "Please, Toji, I was still mostly asleep when I messaged you, so I wasn't thinking properly." You basically begged, reaching out and holding his hand with both of yours. You did really like this guy, and ruining it already was torturous. He seemed to ponder in his mind, his expression changing slightly as if trying to decide how to proceed from here. "You really want me to kiss you again?"

You nodded quickly, your eyes searching between his as he looked down to you. "Your parents home?" "No, they're out of town again for a couple weeks." "If I come inside again, you're not gonna panic if you wake up tomorrow with some headache, right?" "No, no of course not."

Even if you did wake up feeling like shit again, you certainly weren't going to say anything to him. The last few times you woke up from attending the parties, you hadn't been sore or felt weird. You also had made sure to drink way less than you initially did on the first party night. It was probably just too much alcohol.

Toji brought you another cup of hot tea, you and you fondly watched him sit down next to you on the couch. The butterflies in your stomach were strong as he placed an arm along the back of the couch behind your head, and you couldn't help but scoot a little closer to him, wnting to be against him if possible. Seeing your actions, he smirked and gestured you closer, now wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close. 

"Thank you." you softly said, resting your head onto him.  "For what?" "Staying with me. I've just been a little lonely lately, and I don't want to lose you either." He smirked while holding you closer to him. "Trust me, I don't plan on leaving your side anytime soon at all."

"Just relax. It might hurt just cause you've never done anything before, but thats normal. The more we do it, the less it will hurt and better it will feel. I promise."

As Toji crawled over you in your bed, your heart beat against the inside of your chest. You weren't sure if you really wanted this right now, but what were you supposed to do otherwise? If you turned him down, he might lose interest. And with the recent move, losing your friends and your parents never being home, the last thing you wanted was to be alone. Toji had been nothing but nice to you since your first day in the new school. Putting out for him shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's just sex, teenagers do it all the time. But why did it feel so, scary?

After he had started making out with you on the couch, you felt this aching desire in your core that you couldn't explain. When Toji's hand came in between your legs and felt the warm, damp fabric, he said it was time for you two to just break the ice, cause you clearly wanted him in this way.

You stared up at the ceiling in the dark, your eyes trying to focus on anything. Quietly wiping some of the tears from your cheeks, you wondered, was it supposed to hurt? Was it supposed to make you feel, used? You imagined it was supposed to be a little more, romantic. Well, he did say he was bigger than average, and you heard that the first time is kinda painful cause it's new, so, maybe that's all it was. Looking over to Toji, you studied his sleeping form, still embarrassed that the two of you were naked and up against each other. He did have an arm wrapped around your waist, and his fingers held softly into your skin. The smell of sex was still in the air, and it wasn't pleasent as you had always imagined it. You've snuck some romance novels into your collection of books over the past year, curiosity of intimacy pulling you in, cause you wanted to know what it was like to be in a real relationship To be mature and have fun, casual sex like a normal teenager. 

Fucking hormones.

The way the words described how someone's first time might be seemed to be an overdramatic lie now. Maybe it was your own fault for imagining it to play out like some fairytale. You were kind of excited for that big high that seemed to elevate women from this plane of existence, but, it never happened. Toji certainly got his, there was clear evidence of that, a mess he obviously didn't care to clean up from you. Wait, you weren't that ignorant to how babies were made. Oh, fuck. You quickly sat up, breath nearly escaping you as you started to panic. You had already been on your period for a year or so, and obviously that meant you could get pregnant. Pregnant, at 14? What a fucking disgrace you'd be to your parents! You already just started having sex with this guy you recently met. What was wrong with you!? "Oh god, oh god!" You cried out, clutching your hand over your chest as you feared what might be happening inside your body this moment. Toji groaned and looked up at you with an aggravated yet concerned look. "What? What's wrong?" "I-I could be pregnant!" You whined, whole body shaking with that terrible idea. You were too young to have a kid. You'd have to drop out of school, have to figure out how to be a mom, you're be such a degenerate to your family. The humiliation!

"Oh, shit, I meant to give you something for later anyway." He said with little worry, like this wasn't some big deal. He rolled over and sat up from the bed, grabbing his pants from where he tossed them over your desk chair. "Here. Just take this." He offered, handing a small pill to you. "A, drug?" You stammered, looking at it in confusion. "It's a morning after pill. Keeps you from getting pregnant." He gestured with it, and you took it carefully, trying to understand how a pill could stop such a thing. "Why is it called a morning after pill?" "Uh, cause ya' usually take it in the morning after fucking through the night." Your cheeks flashed but you stuffed the pill in your mouth, enough saliva building from your panic that you could just swallow it as is. "And just like that, no problems." He chuckled while  setting his pants back down and messing with something near your desk. He finally got back into bed, his larger form crawling over yours, making you cower down into the blankets as he planted kisses on your neck and chest. "Let's get as much use out of that pill as possible." You tried to smile in want as his hand came up between your legs, preparing you to take him again. You wanted to feel mature and interested in all this, but in reality, it felt off putting. Probably just cause it was new and you weren't used to it. Everyone who ever talked about having sex seemed to not be able to get enough of it. Like it was as needed as eating and drinking was. You just had to get used to it. More practice. So, you certainly weren't going to turn Toji down. At some point you knew you'd have to start loving it as much as everyone else, and how the women in your hidden romance novels loved it. Though you couldn't stop the tears from flowing as pain rattled your lower half. Patience, you just needed patience. Surely, Toji wasn't hurting you on purpose. But you didn't want to make him feel bad and tell him to stop when he was clearly enjoying himself and saying how fucking good you felt. But... It hurt. It fucking hurt so bad. A deep ache in your guts that just seemed to intensify with every passing second. Every pained whimper that escaped your lips was immediately matched with Toji's low groans and deep moans of pleasure. Yet, he'd also plant gentle kisses to your teary cheeks, praising your intimate areas for making him feel so good. It made your heart flutter, but you couldn't stop from digging your nails into his back, silently begging him to hurry up and be done because you felt like you were going to break. He lifted your legs up to his waist, encouraging you to wrap them around his body so he could go even deeper but you internally sobbed at the thought. Of course, you noticed how much more he seemed to enjoy it when he could basically get as much of you as he wanted. You suffered through it for that reason, and that reason only. You liked knowing he was happy, liked knowing you could make him happy. You had his attention and you were doing something that he praised you for.

Unfortunately, you weren't aware of just how many other guys attentions you had in this moment. It might have just been you and Toji alone in the room, but the little camera he had placed on your desk broadcasted this moment to whoever was in his circle. They sent texts to Toji, offering their small wads of cash for a night with you, his new little toy. Some even in groups of two or more, the ones that liked to take turns on a girl's unconscious body. He'd get to them later, deciding who would pay the best, and you'd be none the wiser.

"Good morning, beautiful." Tojis deep voice pulled you from your exhaustion, and your dazed features made him chuckle. "Sleep well?" Your vision focused on him, and you offered a weakened smile. Honestly, no. It feels like your insides were punched for hours, leaving you battered and bruised in a place you couldn't comfort.

But as he gently kissed your lips, and held a hand softly to your cheek, the pain eased up a little. "You are so perfect." He breathed out quietly, moving his lips up to your forehead. Warmth filled your cheeks as he lay next to you, holding you with comfort against his warm body. "Honestly, I've never enjoyed someone as much as you." You wanted to have some witty comeback, that of course you were the best, trying to sound confident, but it was hard to speak right now. Probably because you just started crying. Tojis face softened as you just let your emotions out. "What's wrong?" He asked gently, holding you even closer. "It, it all just hurts. And I'm confused, my head is full of worry." "Worry? About what?" "I don't know." You admitted, tucking your self into Tojis arms. Honestly you didn't know. Everything felt weird. You were supposed to like this, weren't you? You liked him, he definitely liked you too, and he was super hot. So weren't you supposed to be madly in love?

I hope you enjoyed! I'm so sorry this is a week late, life got in the way. I wante this first chapter to only have two parts, but I didn't want this last part to be extremely long, so I decided to make one more part after this. So there will be three in total. The next part will happen this week so Im not so far behind on my personal schedule.

Comments and likes are truly appreciated!! <3

[engazed]

Blackbird, Fly

Chapter 35: Sherrinford

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[bullyingfictionalmen]

Delicate Things (1/2)

Pairing: Caleb x fem!MC

Summary: Why is Caleb like this? We dig into his traumatic past with Ever to find out. Read on AO3

wc: 2k

cw: angst with a happy ending, graphic violence, major character death (?), amnesia, blood, a smidge of cuteness as a treat, child endangerment, poor baby Caleb shouldn’t have seen all that, brief suicidal ideation, self-loathing

A/N: I started this fic 4 months ago after Homecoming Wings and his first anecdote came out, oh my god. It started as a long notes app analysis of the Caleb-MC dynamic, and now we're here, haha. I’m proud of it, but part 1 and part 2 are very different tonally, so I’m going to separate them for your convenience. Here, we suffer, but the next part has romance, jealousy, gooey love confessions and smut, so if you’re not here for (as much) angst, feel free to skip there and treat it as a standalone, I won't judge :) Still, if you're in a place to handle the subject matter, this does provide emotional context for the payoff. Either way, enjoy!

Caleb has a talent for breaking delicate things.

It used to be out of clumsiness. A wrong move, a slip of the hand, the use of too much strength. Most children don’t have easy control of their bodies, much less a sense of consequence at the loss of fragile objects. You can’t un-squish a lightning bug, un-break a teacup, un-shatter a glass trinket—but a child should never be held responsible for such accidents.

At some point, though, Caleb’s talent was cultivated. His gravity Evol emerged, and suddenly, it was in someone’s best interest to mold him to their liking.

His memories of that time are blurry, and he isn’t sure if it’s the Toring Chip in his arm or the Deepspace radiation he was exposed to that makes them feel so amorphous and terrifying. He only knows that the scientists in their crisp white coats, poking, prodding and scolding, sent him task after task where the goal was to rip, to mutilate, to destroy.

The worst part wasn’t the experiments themselves. It was that over time, Caleb grew to like them. The praise, the approving looks and hushed speculations about his potential, “Someday soon, he could very well create a black hole!” Those comments were a bright spot in such a cold, uncaring environment.

And beyond external validation, he found curiosity, pride, and even joy in the irreversible. Watching metal warp, cracks spiderwebbing through porcelain, hearing a heavy crash or a subtle creak and knowing all of it was his influence. Exerting such power and control when he was otherwise helpless and isolated was addictive. The rush of destruction at once filled the void inside him and made it insatiably hungrier. He could feel the greed of those researchers infecting him, sullying him, and there wasn’t a thing he could do. Not a thing he wanted to do about it.

But there’s one delicate thing he has never wanted to break. One person.

When your hand held his for the first time, so tiny and cold and contrasting a smile like a dying star, for once, Caleb didn’t feel like the monster he feared he was becoming. Being near you was so warm, so overwhelmingly sweet that it made him yearn for a world where he could see you every day, talk with you all the time and comfort you when storm clouds loomed overhead. After he met you, Caleb’s greed began to change form, and he wondered if maybe, somehow, his strength could be used to save someone. To protect something precious.

“A family… do you think we could be one, Caleb? I’ve always wanted a brother.”

‘Brother’.

You meant no offense, but the word was like a slap to the temple. Caleb tasted bile as he turned his face away with a scowl. What were you to him? He wasn’t sure, but these feelings churning inside him weren’t ‘brotherly’. His reply came out uncharacteristically loud and harsh. “Of course not.”

He realized his mistake in an instant when tears sprang to your eyes and your voice trembled. “O-Oh. I see. I’m sorry—”

“Wait!” He called your name and instinctively pulled you toward him with his Evol. His arms settled around your small frame and pressed his forehead into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the pathetic face he was making. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I want to be your family, but… If I’m your brother, that’s, um... not good.”

You fell silent, and Caleb held his breath. The urge to flee was so strong, and he would have done it if not for the clear, melodic sound of your laugh. You squirmed in his grip until you were facing him, cocking your head cutely to the side and peering at him intently with those bright doe eyes. “Ooooh, I see,” you hummed. “You wanna marry me, huh?”

Caleb’s cheeks flamed. He let go of you, one hand slapped over his mouth, and the other flicked your forehead. “As if! Who’d wanna marry you, pip-squeak?”

But his protests just made you laugh harder. You batted your eyelashes and made kissy faces until he pinned you down and tickled your sides so mercilessly that you cried.

In contrast to such bright, happy moments, some details still elude him. For all he’s worth, Caleb can’t recall how much time passed in that place. He can’t remember when he stopped seeing you roaming free, only to be told that you caught a cold and you were resting in your room.

No, you cannot see her. Don’t ask again.

He wishes he could forget the night he finally defied orders and searched for you in the dark. Deep in the compound, in a wing he was never allowed to visit, he started to hear familiar screams. Ice ran through his veins, each breath burned, and as he ran, his legs felt as if his own Evol was working against him. Then, the screaming stopped.

The scene he came upon haunts his nightmares to this day. Four researchers hovered over your prone body, connected to all manner of equipment. Crimson blood dyed their gloves and spattered their white coats. Your mouth was still open as if mid-scream, glassy eyes blown wide, unblinking. There was a gaping hole in your chest. A shattered ribcage, under which your heart, too still, was fused with some gleaming, unearthly crystal.

Caleb couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His throat muscles began to seize, he clutched at his chest as if he were the one spread out on that table like some kind of specimen. Head pounding, his gaze darted from you to the scientists, whose faces were placid, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary here. “A family… do you think we could be one?” Your voice rang in Caleb’s ears as paralyzing despair gave way to all-consuming rage.

The first researcher didn’t even have time to scream before his head cracked against the hard floor, his skull compressed in an instant, brain matter painting the walls. Confusion only started to register as the second researcher was thrown hard enough to put a dent in the ceiling, slammed to the ground and back again.

“Caleb? Why is he--? Call for backup, now! Aaagh--!”

The third researcher was crushed by medical machinery before she could finish her sentence, but the fourth was quick on his feet. He grabbed a syringe from the operating tray and lunged at Caleb.

“Stop this now, brat!”

Caleb easily brought the researcher to his knees, grabbed the syringe and plunged it into the man’s neck. With a groan, he slumped over, and Caleb scrambled past him to where you lay. Gently, with the utmost care, he disconnected you from devices giving readouts that he couldn’t understand. He closed your eyes and mouth, wrapped you in a blanket, cradled you against his chest, and only then did he start to weep. “Why?” he sobbed into your hair. “Why couldn’t I protect you?”

“Tch… stop… interfering…” the man on the ground was slurring his words, but whatever sedative had been in that syringe had yet to fully kick in.  “Stupid kid… she’s… too valuable to waste…”

Fury flared anew in Caleb’s heart as he fought back the urge to scream. His fists shook, their white-knuckle grip on your hospital gown unrelenting. All you had been to these people was an object. A tool. He knew he occupied a similar space, but if it was you who suffered, you who died for nothing, that was unforgiveable. Without you, what was the point in living? In anything?

It should all just disappear.

A despicable thought bubbled up. Maybe he could put an end to everything if he focused all of his power on a singular point. How big would the vortex grow? How much would it consume?

Not even that morbid curiosity could stir him from his devastation. The air became heavy, swirling in on itself until, for the first time, a black hole bloomed by his hand. Caleb watched dully as small debris was sucked into the void. Then, as it yawned wider, the two broken bodies in the doorway were engulfed as well. Caleb considered, for a moment that felt like an eternity, what it would be like to follow them. To surrender to the pull. How easy it would be to just… stop.

“Ngh…”

It was a tiny sound. Barely a whimper. But there was no mistaking it. Caleb had heard your voice. The black hole vanished, and stillness reigned as he tried to calm his thundering heartbeat. This wasn’t possible. You had definitely died. And yet, if only shallowly, your chest was rising and falling. Your wounds, grievous as they had been, were slowly closing. Your eyes cracked open the slightest bit, brow furrowing in apparent pain as your lashes fluttered.

Caleb didn’t have words. He could only cry into your shoulder, his whole body trembling as he resisted the urge to hold you tight. He murmured your name over and over again like a prayer, so profoundly relieved that he felt like he would pass out. Footsteps could be heard approaching from some distance away, but Caleb didn’t hear them. He could only bask in the euphoria of your miraculous survival.

“I thought… I thought I lost you. Don’t ever leave me again, okay?”

A small, cold hand reached for his sleeve. Gave him a tiny pat. Bright doe eyes, bleary and tired, met his. “Who… are you?”

Ever since then he’s been careful. So careful not to let you break. You forgot everything about your time together at that lab, and as much as he sometimes resents that, Caleb is glad you were spared the pain of remembering. He’s glad that if anyone has to jolt awake in a cold sweat as if all of this is happening again, it’s him and not you.

How selfless, right? Not really.

Because after he almost lost you, he has been doing everything in his power to never let it happen again. To keep you by his side. No threat is too mundane, no measure is too drastic if it means you’ll be safe. Caleb knows it isn’t healthy. It’s spiraled into an obsession. Sometimes he feels like a monster playing at being human. What a painful, tantalizing game to make everyone believe he’s so perfect, so rational. He’s cheeky, a smidge overprotective, but what older brother isn’t? And the only one who can laugh or gripe about this miserable balancing act, this façade laid carefully, brick by brick, is himself. Because if you knew, you’d be too disgusted to look him in the eyes.

Caleb couldn’t have that. He wants you to dote on him. To need him. To worry like he worries. He has a habit of playing with your wrist, waiting to feel the faint throb of your pulse against his thumb before he lets it go. He sometimes catches himself testing you with inane childhood trivia, trying to make sure you still know him, still remember the years you spent growing up alongside one another. He clings to those shared experiences because he knows that, eventually, he could lose you all over again. That’s something he could never allow.

Caleb’s greed, nurtured first in that lab, and then every time you smile at him, lean on him, rely on him, show him how much you care, has grown so vast and so all-consuming that it terrifies him. He knows there are many forces that seek to claim you, to have your power. But is he any different? A selfish, overprotective man who would sooner lock you away than let anyone else have you? If men are wolves, Caleb reckons he’s right there among them.

But now, you’re onto him. He never expected this death, rebirth and reunion under dire circumstances. The cracks in his charade are showing. And the scariest part is that your inner conflict doesn’t discourage that greedy force inside him. It has awakened something new, a desire to be seen. To be known for who he truly is, warped as that person may be. The disappointment in your eyes was devastating at first, but then it was enthralling. How else can you worry for him? Will your love hold up under the pressure of his schemes? Maybe he’s walking into a trap, risking alienating the person whose good opinion he cares most about in this world. The only person who could truly shatter and destroy him.

So, he has to keep his distance. He has to. Otherwise, one or both of you might be irreparably broken.

Part 2

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

more people on here need to read Leech by Hiron Ennes. what if you were stuck in the plot of The Thing while hiding the fact that not only are you the outstretched hand of an authoritarian institution but also a Thing yourself. what if you were experiencing the trauma of not only being forcibly and non-consensually assigned a gender but also the horror of your body rebelling against that imposed stricture without your say or intervention. what if you were both the host and the parasite and the only way you had left to survive was to perpetuate the very violation that was inflicted on you. what if there were ghosts there.

[meljwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley Additional Tags: Grief, Getting Together, Season 8 Spoilers, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV), First Kiss, coda for season 8 episode 15 Summary:

"It just feels stupid to be so petty and jealous with everything that has happened.”

Maddie blinked at him, curiosity clear on her face. “Jealousy?”

Eddie shrugged, avoiding her eye. “Sometimes I wish Buck would talk to me the way he talks to Tommy.”

“Ah,” Maddie said, as if she had heard this all before.

 Or:

 Everyone deals with grief differently. But maybe together, Buck can help Eddie make it through. And maybe Maddie can instigate it all.

[locuas642]

I dont really mind if people are put off by the first episode's depiction of SA. Or if they think it wasn't done tastefully, or that having SA at all is a big no-no.

But I just saw someone call it "Rape Fetish" and I am like, at least get it right.

[saingirl101]

Sacrament of the Hound

(aka a Commune Jayce Dark-fic that isn't good or bad ending but a secret third thing)

Chapter 6: Descension into Hellfire

Pairing: Jayvik

Fandom: Arcane

Rating: Explicit

PLEASE READ CONTENT WARNINGS AT THE START OF THE CHAPTER.

Chapter 6 Summary:

Jayce and Viktor were in the greenhouse again, trying to work on the repairs to Vander’s psyche. They’d been leaning on either side of the hulking form in the astral plane, sorting through the memories of man and beast, when Viktor had suddenly sat up and looked out into the misty white space. ‘What’s wrong?’ Jayce’s words echo in this shared mind space, a discordant sound that causes a low growl from where Vander is slumped over. Viktor doesn’t answer him, instead waving his hand and dismissing them from the connection. Jayce blinks a few times as he finds himself back in his physical body, standing just a few feet away from Viktor who had his hands outstretched over Vander. Viktor winces somewhat as he pulls his hands back, staring with frustration as his hands crackle with purple light. Sky suddenly swarms into view beside him, watching Viktor’s sparking hands with an indecipherable look. Before she can say anything, Viktor turns to face Jayce, “We have company coming.” “Oh,” Jayce inquires, shifting his grip on his hammer into a more defensive stance. Viktor continues, “My old teacher. He was the colleague from the Undercity I told you about.”

[floral-comet-whump]

walwal spa day :D

I made thjis on such a whim while talking to chi about kev doing skincare (HE DOESN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SOAP AND SHAMPOO) and getting one of those sanrio spa headbands so we went out searching for a sanrio character that fits kev. it was chococat. originally walenty's was cinnamoroll but chococat also suits them better so they match now ig

[nothingelsematterswrites]

fic: and it seems like there's no way out of this for me

Rating: Mature

Pairing: nil

Warnings: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, implied/referenced suicide attempt, burns, injuries, crashes, flashbacks and trauma

Summary:

Logan was clearly in trouble. But Karl Reindler knew what it was to burn. And Dr Ian Roberts had made a promise to the memory of Professor Watkins – a promise he intended to keep.

and it seems like there's no way out of this for me @ AO3

Medical car POV of the chillingly lovely i hope it hurts from @struggle-era

Reading the original first will make more sense.

[polyamorousmood]

if any of you have poly fics, drop a link and I'll rb!

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 1, Parts 1-3 Summary (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

To avoid reading the heavy themes in detail in the backstory of reader and Toji, I've decided to make a little summary!

If this story is new to you, the other parts are here.

Prologue Chapter 1, Part 1 Chapter 1, Part 2 Chapter 1, Part 3

Wordcount: 1.1k+ CW: Nothing in detail, but mentions of underage sex, rape, drugging, abuse, pregnancy, miscarriage, domestic violence, etc.

Your parents are very successful and wealthy, but they pay little to no attention to you. When you finished the 8th grade, they moved from Kyoto to Tokyo, making you leave your close friends and old life behind. You had to start highschool with no one, but you met Toji right away. He was a senior, you were a freshman. You were a little flirty with him, and it made you giddy that a senior had interest in you, a freshman. You didn't notice his manipulative tactics to get you to go out with him, and end up starting to hang out with him. Without your knowledge, after a party one night, he drugged your tea and took advantage of you. He also took photos of you during the ordeal, sending them to some of his friends to "sell" you to them. You felt weird upon waking up the next day, questioned him about it, but he got annoyed and didn't talk to you for a couple days after it. He did start talking to you again, and the two of you continued to hang out. He pretended that touching you was bad for him cause you would just accuse him of something bad again, but because it made you feel bad and lonely, you basically begged for his attention. He definitely knew what he was doing. He knew you would be desperate since you often felt lonely.

He convinced you to bed, pretending it was the first time for the two of you. You didn't feel that great though, and it left you wondering if sex is always painful or uncomfortable. But he said it just took time to enjoy, so you trusted him. Unfortunately, every time the two of you had sex, he also had a camera going to record it. This was seen by others in his circle that would want to pay to have sex with you as well, without your knowledge of course. This happened numerous times, and people he didn't even know would pay him to use you.

   You ended up getting pregnant, by Toji or by a random guy, it's left unknown. You try to talk to your mom and admit having a boyfriend, to which she doesn't seem to mind, but the conversation cuts off as she gets on a work call, leaving you feeling unheard as usual. You eventually show Toji a pregnancy test, afraid he's gonna leave, but he acts like he's excited. He claims he'll get a job right out of high school to take care of the two of you. Unfortunately, your mom finds a discarded pregnancy tests and sits you down with her and your dad. An argument breaks out, your parents finding out Toji is way older than you and they say you'll never see him again and that he doesn't love you. They say they're making you change schools again and you deny their claims, and message Toji later in the evening, scared they're going to take you away from him.

He says they can't take you from him, and the two of you should run away and get your own place together. You steal a lot of money from your parents safe in the home and Toji finds a place for the two of you. It's a cheap little apartment but you're so in love you don't care. Toji is always bringing you prenatal pills, but in reality they're abortion pills or whatever else he can get his hands on to terminate your pregnancy. He obviously has no interest in you having a kid. He gets something stronger from someone off the street when you start showing, but it ends up causing you severe pain and putting you in the hospital. You lose your baby, and your parents are there again, getting into another fight with you and Toji. You continue to defend Toji, and still go back home with him when possible.

Your parents say you're not welcome back into their lives then until you realize how awful Toji actually is. You ignore them. Things with Toji seem to be great, though the sex is still painful for you. He still records you, and even asks you to marry him by slipping a ring on your finger during sex. You think you're in love, and that all is well, but after a couple years pass, for the first time, you question Toji about why a bill hasn't been paid. His response is slapping you and shoving you to your ass. You're scared and confused and he threatens you to never question again before storming off to the bedroom. Later he comes out and profusely apologizes, saying he hasn't been getting a lot of hours at work and his credit cards are maxed. You're still nervous cause he put hands on you, but you are understanding and feel sorry for his stress. You give him a lot of your parent's money and take on some of the bills to help out.

All the money runs out and you question him again, and you get treated the same way as before. At some point he just disappears for several days, and when you ask where he went, he hits you again. You decided you're over it. He always seems to get mean when he drinks and then he hits you for no reason. You try to pack a bag to leave but he says you're not allowed to leave him. You say he needs space to figure shit out cause him hitting you isn't acceptable. Unfortunately that leads to him really hurting you. The whole apartment is torn up in your struggle with him, and you're left with a broken nose and arm. He takes advantage of you in bed, saying you belong to him entirely. Eventually, he takes you to the hospital for your injuries and you tell the nurses that you were attacked and raped by some stranger cause you're too terrified to say it was Toji.

A couple months later you try to run away again, but he attacks you again. He mentions someone hurting your parents if you ever try to go to them, and then you're later shoved into a crate that he locks you in to further torment you. After you've screamed and cried yourself to exhaustion you think back on all the times you should have realized that Toji was obsessive and extremely possessive over you and even though you didn't have a good relationship with your parents, they were right about him, but now you're trapped, and you don't know how to get out.

Hope you enjoyed! I'll have the next chapter out soon, and Sukuna will then be apart of the story. <3