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As someone who greatly identifies with Inexperienced!Reader in your Dick Grayson fic, please continue. It is such a rare topic for people who are older but they are inexperienced when dating or having romantic emotions towards someone. I'm also in love with how realistic you set the tension, yes, most of the time, there needs to be distance necessary to sort out a tough yet sensitive topic.

Definitely continuing this series. It's an infrequent concept, like you said, and I appreciate that you liked my writing.

Inexperience with such sentiments can overwhelm people, but it shouldn't stop anyone from opening a new door. Thank you for the support.

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yes YES YEYSYEYYSS MORE OLDER! READ AND YOUNGER! DICK GRAYSON PELASE IM BEGGING YOUUUUU MUCH LOVE MWA MWA 💗

Of course. I've received prolific responses to my Dick Grayson x reader work, thus the second part is in progress. Thank you so much for the support. The ecstaticness is endearing to see.

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Toji x older!reader is/was so good omg it was scrumptious to read

Thank you. The notion was swimming in my head for quite some time, and I couldn't help but work on it. I'll be working on more of Toji soon.

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ur so serious >_< anyways love ur fics!

Serious. I wasn't aware I came off like that. But it's wonderful to know you liked my blog, gives me delight reading these comments.

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✦︎Dick Grayson x Reader Are You Mine?

Younger! Experienced Nightwing! x Older! Inexperienced! Reader

Your boyfriend of almost a year, Dick Grayson, was the first love of your life. Unbeknownst to you, the boy was a charming flirt before you two got together. Even if you weren't his first love, did his heart cherish you as much as you cherished his?

Your one and only boyfriend, Nightwing, was a tooootalll flirt. And guess what? Everyone knew it. Why? Because he flirted with everyone. Except for you. And let me tell you, Dick had a massive crush on you for years. You made the poor thing so skittish. Adorable to see how serious he was about you. You were his senior at the GCPD, a higher-ranked officer, often coming around to speak with him and Gordon about the cases that concerned you. Oh, boy. Dick made sure that every case concerned you. "Officer [Name]! New case in today, heard even Batman couldn't solve it." "Officer! Report from Bludhaven. You might wanna check it out." "O-ffi-cerrrr, Mr. Gordon told me that we got some leads from Nightwing." With unimpressed, earnest eyes, you looked up at Grayson as he bothered you for the umpteenth time that day. "Yes, Grayson. I heard. It was helpful." That made Dick swoon over the stoic and unflattered persona of yours. Of how lusterless and baritone your voice was, the way you were so indifferent. You thought Nightwing was helpful. He even went home and rolled around in his bed for quite a while, giggling and kicking his feet, hiding his face in the pillows, which in turn, had the poor butler Alfred quite concerned. You knew where to give your fucks, and Dick wished upon a shooting star that one of your fucks would conveniently land on him. So when they did, when Dick finally mustered up the gall to ask you out, instead of dropping hints, when you said 'Yes, Grayson. I'd like to go with you, with mutual sentiments of romance,' he melted. That was the best decision he made, and so did you; he was your first love. You weren't that foolish either, to not be able to tell that Richard Grayson and Nightwing were the same person. You caught on pretty quick, but he still didn't let you into his world. Every time he let that happen, something awful would occur. He truly couldn't lose you. So he kept you away, hidden. Loved, but hidden.

Crime Case in Gotham again. A complex one- involving Penguin, Roman Sionis, Ra' Al Ghul, and, surprisingly...condiment king? Despite Bruce's protests about not letting Metas in his city, here were Kid Flash, Zatanna, Starfire, Oracle, Cyborg, and Aqualad, along with the Batfamily. To be honest, they should be more than enough, but the team wanted to hang out again, 'it's been too long,' they said. So when your department, along with the heroes, showed up at the crime site to investigate, you couldn't help but notice how flirtatious they were with Dick. Notepad and pen in hand, leading your crew, you eavesdropped on your Nightwing and his friends' conversation as they greeted him. And with your detective skills, it didn't take long for you to figure out that Dick had been with Kory, Zatanna, and Barbara before. I mean, with a ridiculously charming smile, and that...behind of his, there was no doubt that your boyfriend was named a profanity and called-

Richard, the Dick Grayson. That evening, when you both met up like usual, you couldn't help but ask. "So...you were seeing Starfire, Zatanna, and Oracle before?" Peacefully, you questioned. "Uhhh..." Well shit? Dick really didn't know what to say here without making it sound weird. So many girls, right? Lovely. Thus, to even it out, while rubbing his nape, he added. "K.D. too. And a few more...girls. "

And Wally, too? Some more? Damn. Good to know. Raising your brows in mild astonishment, you hum, nodding your head. He spoke again.

"Not that it matters anymore, honest. I'm with you and that's...all I care about." Gently taking your hand, Dick brought it up to his lips, resting his cheek against it. Oh, so in love he looked, eyes glowing with admiration. It was...beautiful to see. But somewhere, deep down inside you, there was this awful thought that you weren't enough. As in, he'd dated so many people, he knew his way around such things. And you? You were in love for the first time. This was new to you; you were absolutely 'pure'. Would you be another brick in the wall to Dick's dating magazine? Would you even be worth comparing? You're older than him! You should know more, and this was nothing short of embarrassing. You should be making the first move and- Fuck...was this even going to go anywhere? If it couldn't work with the top Heroes, would it work with you? Eyes hesitant, yet yearning for the truth, you looked away. "Thank you, Richard." You muttered. "But I...would have appreciated it if you told me before, yes? Like I've spoken to you about my past." "There was nothing to speak about, [Name]-" "From what I heard, there was enough to speak about." There was nothing more to say. Spiralling, you decided to keep your distance from Dick for the next day. Of course, you texted daily- how could you not? Though now your replies were less enthusiastic, and Dick noticed but he decided to give you your space. Walking briskly across the GCPD hallways, making less eye contact, the case was mostly being discussed with the other officers, quick but short replies, you were in need of assurance. Dick hated it. He wanted to lie in your lap and feel your fingers thread through his hair again, so, so bad. He really wanted to bridge the gap. Ugh! He should have told you! But then, why was your screen displaying a video of Richard Grayson, shirt off, eyes lidded, swinging from a golden chandelier at a house party, drunk out of his mind on his close friends? '7 mins ago. "dickrobatics 🤸‍♂️🍻" The next picture was blurry, Dick grinning hazily, slumped on a couch next to Wally and Kory, three absolutely wasted and slumped on each other, with Jason Todd's forehead in the frame, taking a selfie with the three behind him. '7 mins ago. ''my two faves 💕'' Oh, really? Was being with you really all he cared about?

Woahoh, DC? That's new. I'll work on PART 2 if it is requested, so do let me know.

Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, and so are requests or prompts. Hope you have a great day ahead. Thanks for reading.

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Perfect Love out now.

A heavy, angsty Kento Nanami x Reader.

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✦︎Nanami x Reader Perfect Love.

Nanami, your perfect man. He's punctual, well-mannered, and humble- everything you could ask for. But are you really everything he could want? Were you...as perfect?

You knew Kento was a sharp man: a man who would work precisely- no more, no less. And he was far too particular about that 'wretched overtime', like he proclaimed. With that came some hindrances that could have been overlooked. After all, they weren't wrong. He needed everything in its proper place. 'Socks in the bottom left drawer.' 'Glasses on the nightstand, tilted at 150 degrees from the left for them to be accurately picked up when he wakes up in the morning.' 'Ties are not to be rolled.' 'Clothes should be turned inside out so the material doesn't damage early.' The list could go on forever. But you knew that none of these were actually destructive. Kento was just...particular about his belongings, like one should be. You loved him so much that you could accept the little huff that escaped his lips when some of these things did not go according to his satisfaction. "You didn't turn your jeans inside out; the fabric could wear out soon, my love." "I knowwww, Ken. I was tired after work. I'll do it later, 'kay? 'M'sorry." You rolled around in the blanket, watching Kento as he unbuckled his watch, setting it aside, a small smile on his face. "It's okay, sweetheart. Keep in mind next time." "Okay." You hum, giggling softly as Kento crawls into bed beside you, slipping under the covers and sharing the warmth by wrapping his arms around you. But did you ever halt to ponder why you were apologizing about not flipping a piece of cloth? Who even does that? The next time Kento corrected you once again was at a diner, for your 5th anniversary together. "Love, fork in the left and knife in the right hand. Always." "Mmm- hm! I know Kento. I'm so hungry, could we please already?" You whined sprightly, looking down at the food which you had both been waiting for hours. God, it looked delectable. So did Nanami. "Ah, no. You always know, darling." Kento hummed, soft eyes watching you, creasing as he smiled at your attempt to hold the silverware correctly. A deep snicker left him amused and utterly bewitched by your antics. "I wouldn't have let you begin if you didn't pick the cutlery right this time." He jested, serving himself the dish, to which you laughed freely. "You're so particular about a fork, Ken." "No talking while chewing, love." Sweet, right? Perfect date, for two people in love.

About a month later, you decided to take a leave from work for one day and pack Kento lunch, maybe even drop it off to his office.

He's been working so hard on that new project of his, you could try to help him by doing something lovely, yes?

And so with a giddy smile, you walked into his office, knocking on his designated door and waited for you beloved husband to open it.

After a moment, the glass door opened, and there was a subtle frown on Kento's face, a disturbance. "...[Name]?" Kento's brows shot up at your presence, quickly guiding you into his office and shutting the door while you beamed, holding the lunch box in your hands. "Thought I'd bring you a warm meal, Ken. You've been eating leftovers and coming home late-" "You didn't have to, love." "I know, but I'd like to." You smiled, oblivious to how quick Nanami ushered you in. "Thank you." his eyes softened, taking the lunch box from you. Kento seemed so grateful, eating the food you made with gentle hands and savoring it as you silently admired him. "Rui's rice has a little soya tinge to it." Pausing, you raised a brow at Kento's sudden differentiation between his colleague and your food. "Do you not...like mine?" "No, no. Of course I do, love. Very much." Neither of you spoke much after that, but you decided to add soy sauce to the rice for food when you went home that day. Just for your Kento. Dynamics between you and Kento were like clockwork. Precise, impactful. But oh so serene. Were you getting accustomed to the way Kento was trying to perfect your imperfections? Were your friends noticing how much you were altering? Hell, even your parents were complimenting you and your newfound habits, which was far too odd to happen so often. We both know if you had parents who approved of your motives, you wouldn't be here on Tumblr, seeking validation from Nanami because he seems to be the perfect gentleman. Did it matter, though? Because Kento knew how to make things better, he taught you for your betterment. He was a man of few words. Which ideally is something people should be wary of. You don't know what's on his mind. You can only assume. Assumptions will quell your insecurity. But what you really needed was a wake-up call. Kento wasn't teaching you; he was correcting you. He was molding you into the doll he desired, who would serve at every beck and call, be there in times of his need. He even kept you emotionally satisfied, praising you whenever you did something just as he had mentioned. A few good lectures from your blessed friends, who were so ready to call out on your husband's mind games, had spiralled you down into a state of friction. You weren't like this- this sweet, perfect girl. You weren't praying for Kento, you were praying to Kento. And suddenly, everything was about him. Kento Kento Kento Kento Kento. Kento Kento Kento

Perfectly crisp shirts, perfect table manners, perfect rice, perfect ties, perfect jeans which dont shrink or fade away, perfectly wiped glasses, perfect socks, perfect time- But still not the perfect person. Not him. You. Blessed friends, truly. Because in the next few months, you'd switched up, called Kento's behaviour out, red flags swinging right in your face. How the hell could you have missed out on this? And Kento hated confrontations. Hated them so much that he- He said that you were making things up, that this was all just something you had plotted up, god knows why, and he said, verbatim: 'you're perfect, my love.' but he didn't say for him. He didn't call you back even once after you left. No messages, no calls, nothing. God, it ached. It burned your throat, unspoken thoughts clawing at your throat. How could he not care? Of course, he wouldn't, because Kento Nanami was a perfectionist, sick and cruel in the head, obsessed with a dream. He believed in having an optimum life, no matter who he spent it with - it had to go according to his wishes, and it gave him pleasure. So don't be surprised when the divorce papers come back, signed, only a few hours after you sent them - can't have him ruin his rep, can we? Don't be surprised when you see him around, absolutely fine and thriving, no, no- don't shed those dewdrops set upon your lashes. And don't be surprised when Kento Nanami finds someone new, quits sorcery, and offers to settle down in Malaysia. Kento Nanami is a perfect man. And he won't stop till his love is perfect, too.

I hope this hurts. In a psychological way. I apologize, I don't mean that. Hope you're having a good day, even after reading this, and no one should ever grace you with such an experience. I bring doubts - What are inboxes for? Must I reply to them? Is it appropriate to? Why are my writings not appearing under the tags I assigned them to, even in the 'latest' section? Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, so are likes, reblogs and comments. I would appreciate any requests and prompts. Thank you for reading. Masterlist. Tag list: @mynniemous @samstrav

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Angst Fic JJK poll.

Today, I wish to cause suffering through all kinds of folks.

I must spread the gloom and write about them. Perfect Love out now: https://www.tumblr.com/dxrk-red/787443335677739008/nanami-x-reader?source=share

Thank you for the votes.

Requests are appreciated, and so are any ideas.

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✦︎Sukuna x Reader

Two Demons, One Bed.

Yuuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro, two best friends, decided to have a sleepover one night, not knowing that wherever they sleep, the demons have to stay under the bed. And Sukuna Ryomen- Yuuji's demon under the bed, just had to be paired with you.

"Wait! Wait! Last match and then we can go to bed." "No." "Fushiguroooo, please! I'll buy you VIP passes to DTI if I don't rank first." "...Fine." As the two boys, Yuuji and Megumi, went back to playing that last round of DTI, you and Sukuna lay flat on your stomachs - each on the opposite sides under the bed, glaring. The huge demon lying in front of you was marked with black ink, snarling at you. Oh, you were no less- eyes narrowed and teeth bared (just in case). I mean, the chances of such a rare occurrence were far too low, so low that your first instinct was to bite the pink-haired demon in response. Initially, you thought it was probably Yuuji's pet. But this...thing was colossal to be a dog pet. And domestic animals didn't have glowing red eyes, right? Sukuna dared to click his tongue at you, equally perplexed by the absurdity of this situation. "I'll bite you again." You threatened, frowning at him. "The fuck?" Sukuna snarled, fangs on full display as he glared back at you. "You heard me." "I did, and I won't let you." For a second, you both stared at each other with strained ears, forearms on the ground, ready to pounce like cats on each other, but that could blow your cover. So, like civil demons, you both resorted to kicking each other. "What's your fuckin' problem?" Sukuna scoffed, kicking you back. "You. Hey-!" Hearing your answer, he kicked you a little too hard, causing you to slide out of the bed frame a little. Scrambling back in, you swatted Sukuna's arm. "I didn't want to be stuck here with some other demon under the bed, either." You spoke, eyeing Sukuna. "Then keep your limbs to yourself before I slice them off." He rolled his eyes. "Biblically bonkers." You muttered under your breath, shaking your head. This demon was a violent one.

(Reminder: You bit him first.) "Fuck you say to me?" Sukuna snapped his neck to you, stunned. You chose peace this time, looking away and keeping your big mouth zipped. And with that, Yuuji and Megumi went to sleep, the former wailing about having to buy his friend the VIP pass while Megumi turned his head away to hide the grin on his face. Boys will be boys. But after a few hours, boredom took over, and you couldn't help but speak. "Aren't we supposed to scare them or something?" You asked Sukuna, sighing. "You're scary enough for both of us." "What does that mean?" "Take a wiiild guess, bud." Feeling insulted, you decided to lunge for another bite, but alas! The one and only Sukuna grabbed your face, cheeks squished between his fingers as he gritted his teeth, tutting. "Crazy little thing you are, that's for sure." Sukuna had encountered demons before, but you had to be insane to pick a fight with him. It was cute. Mockingly cute. As a defence, your hands came up to free your head, but Sukuna kept them in place, pinning them down to the cold floor, using that leverage to look down at you smugly. "Sshh, can't wake the brats up." "Le'mme go." You thrashed around, trying to pry away. "Will you stop biting me?" "No." "Then I won't let g-" "I won't bite again." With that, Sukuna let you go, and you moved back, eyes on him warily. He was strong, as much as you, maybe stronger. A formidable opponent. "What's your name?" He asked, as you both lay closer to each other this time, still on high alert. "[Name]. You?" You answered, crossing your arms and resting your head on them, suprised by his sudden interrogation. "Sukuna." He huffed out, glancing once at you as you hum in response. In all your years of being a demon under Megumi's bed, you never came across another like you. This one might just be fun. "Guess we'll be seeing each other more often from now on, [Name]." Sukuna snorted, amused by this scenario, lying on his crossed arms too.

While you made peace, Megumi and Yuuji were scared shitless with all the rustling and jerking under the bed unable to sleep all night, both shivering- wide eyed and breathless. But hey, at least you and Sukuna did your job well, right?

Good lord, my heart. I'm waking up to 99+ notifications every day, I never expected that. The last Sukuna post blew up, thanks to all of you. I greatly appreciate the reblogs, likes and comments. Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms. I would appreciate any requests and prompts. Have a great day. Thank you for reading. -Masterlist-

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✦︎ Toji x Reader Nobody else matters.

Over the past year that Toji and you became close, you learned a lot about each other.

Toji's life was filled with hardships, no doubt, and he was trying his best to give Megumi a better one.

You could tell that losing his wife affected him greatly, how the man changed, how he...craved. He craved the warmth you gave him, the small pats on the back when he did something for you to be proud of, and the gentle touches that seemed friendly. But to Toji? They were so much more. And when he did tell you that he wanted more, he wanted you to be his, you had to say yes. You loved doting for the man and his son. And he admired how he would listen to you without any quips. He'd do as he was told, and he knows you do it for his betterment. And so when one evening, you invited yourself into Toji's apartment to spend time, you opened the door with the spare keys, and baby Megumi came waddling to you, making grabby hands. Smiling warmly, you picked him up, and he automatically curled up against you. Squishing his cheeks, you pecked his face. "Oh, look at you. You're a mess, Gumi. Who did your hair?" With one hand, you tried smoothing his bed hair, the other still holding him as he babbled - 'wawawawa', trying to nip your fingers with his gums. Poor boy was in pain, with his teeth about to sprout. So you let the harmless bed bug bite your fingers as you walked into the apartment, looking for Toji. "Toji?" You called out. No answer. Tensing up, you crept further into the apartment warily, breath caught in your throat when you spotted Toji in his room, seated on his bed, hunched over, head in his hands - miserable. Your heart lurched. What could have gotten your beloved into such a dilemma? "...Love, are you alright?" You whispered, eyes on him, as you lowered Megumi to the ground, taking a step closer. Toji's head snapped up, eyes wild and frenzied as he gasped, not expecting you here. Scoffing harshly, he stood up, eyes narrowing onto you. "Why the hell did you lie to me?" "Lie about what?" you asked, absolutely bewildered by his interrogation. Gritting his jaw, Toji's voice lowered. "You were engaged, you...you had a fiancé. And you decided to fuck around w'me." "Oh god." Exhaling deeply, you ran a hand down your face, biting the inside of your cheek. How did he figure it out? And in your defence, you had never brought it up for this to be considered a lie. "Why'd you do it, huh? You sick fuck- why would you do this?!" He snapped, voice roaring through the apartment. "Toji that engagement was-" You tried to interject desperately, stepping closer. "I don't care. Get out." He hissed, eyes sharp...yet red. No. No, no, no, no, no. You couldn't lose the one person you had in your life. You couldn't bear to see his eyes. Toji looked like he hated you, and you'd do anything in your power to change that. "Listen to me-" "Out!" "That was a decade ago. He cheated." You went on to explain without raising your voice, yet it still cracked. Hearing this, Toji shut up, not yet calm, but silent enough for you to elaborate. "Why must you make yourself believe I'd play with you, love? I- You know I would never. Hell, it took me so much to convince myself to let you get close, to love someone as young as you. To be...with you." "...And what if y're lying t'me?" Toji retorted, conflict welling in his voice. "What if I'm just a fuckin' rebound?" he continued. "I could ask you the same, Toji." You looked Toji in the eye, answering his absurdly idiotic question, your voice acting offensively on the already heated atmosphere. "Wouldn't that make me a distraction, a second choice after your late wife?" Silence. Not a word. The air was tense, a cold war of glares and unspoken words. Megumi stood silently too, both his hands being chewed on by his mouth as he stared up at the two of you with big eyes. But he could tell something was amiss. So he whined softly, toddling to you with teary eyes. "Gumi-" "Ah, shit-"

Both you and Toji reacted instinctively, looking down at the boy as you scooped him up, shushing him while Toji watched. God, you were too good at taking care of Megumi. "I was engaged, yes. I was cheated on, and the wedding was called off. That was...Something I should have told you if it mattered to me, but it didn't. You do, Toji. You matter too much to me now, and I'm afraid I don't because I'm older than you, and you can find someone younger, someone new." You sighed, turning away from Toji, a hand on Megumi's back, patting to calm him down. And lord, did he not feel guilty. You got what on? He took a step closer, hands twitching to hold you and turn you to face him. Oh god, was it really that hard to say what was on his mind? Yes, for Toji - a man of minimal words, it definitely was. "I...I thought you were still engaged, like right now." "Wha- Toji, I'm responding to your texts half of the time, and spending the other half with you too. Spare me, but I'm far too old to try such crafty experiments." "I said I thought. You look the same in that pictu-" "Do you mean to say that I haven't aged a bit? You flatter me." "[Name]." "Oh, well. Thank you, but I'm pretty sure I'm being blamed for something my own heart would not handle for-" "Oh, for Christ's sake." "No no. Keep going. I'd love to hear more-" You squinted your eyes up at the man, and Megumi nuzzled into your shoulder. "I love you." "Huh...I love you too?" "And...no, you're not a second choice. I wouldn't have gotten here without you. Thought you liked boytoys, and spending money, my bad." "Let's backtrack here. You were crying because you thought you were a 'boytoy' to me? And I only spend money on you two, excuse me." "I wasn't crying!" Toji's voice rumbled. "Sure, you- ah!" Ah, indeed. Megumi bit you. Teething. Toji snorted in amusement as he took Megumi from your arms while you rubbed your shoulder. The charged room had relaxed, and you realized how wrong you both were. Those were different times in your lives, but this was what fate had brought you. "We need to get him teethers. And for you too. You spew so much nonsense." Toji rolled his eyes, leaning down to place a small 'mwah' on your lips. "And you need dentures." "Boy." Maybe you both had loved once before. Maybe it didn't work out. But you both knew that this one would, with dentures and teethers.

This took forever to brainstorm over. I wasn't sure how to end this, but here you go. I apologize for the delay. Should I make headcanons for this relationship? Tag list: @m0sigma7 @aori-aka03-blog @chloe022r @sukunasrealgf @wgucig Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, and so are requests or prompts. Thank you for reading. Have a great day. Masterlist

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✦︎ Toji x Reader Nobody else matters, right?

"I gave you a new start." "I didn't want anything to end in the first place."

Toji with a younger reader, Toji with a naive thing like you, yeah, sure. But what about Toji with an older reader? Young Toji, finally out of the Zenin clan, trying to fight for his life, struggling to make ends meet, and ending up sleeping on an empty stomach, giving baby Megumi the little hard-earned food he had. Life was hell after the passing of Toji's wife, literally. He himself was surprised as to how he was still alive with an adorable 3 year old toddler, who needed more nutrition to survive the hot summer nights. If things kept going like this, he was sure that the baby his wife left wouldn't make it, and neither would he. The world wasn't as kind as Toji taught Megumi to be. Sitting in the shelter of a convenience store, with no home to go to, no bed to rest in, Toji kept an eye on Megumi in his lap, who was about to doze off. Guilt brewed in Toji's chest as he thought of how well Megumi could do if it weren't for a deadbeat father like him. Maybe he should return the kid to the Zenin clan, or put him up for adoption. Exhaling deeply, Toji's green eyes lifted slightly to see a customer about to enter the convenience store. He looked down as a reflex, ashamed of his countenance, afraid that this stranger would show him either eyes of pity or suspicion. He should be used to it by now. Toji tugged Megumi closer, as if shielding him in his arms, just in case. "S'cuse me." A voice called, causing a dark shadow to be cast over the green-eyed man. At first, Toji ignored it, thinking it was for the shopkeeper inside the store. But the voice still pestered, with a hint of authority to it. "It's late. I believe you and that kid should head somewhere safer." How dare this person bother him, telling him about what he should do? Can't this idiot see and take a wild guess by Toji's state, that he had nowhere to go? Brows furrowed with annoyance, Toji snapped his neck up at- You. You, who stood in front of Toji, looking down at him with a neutral expression, but not in any way unkind. It was almost like concern. Your eyes held wisdom, your face laced with maturity, like you held a burden within you. You didn't look at him as if he were an outcast, a kidnapper, because most people asked him if Megumi was even his kid, or if he was being held hostage. "Do you have something to fill your stomach, boy?" You asked again, and this time your eyes flitted over to the little bundle with black hair in Toji's arms, too. Who were you even asking? Toji was not a boy; maybe it was for Megumi. But how could a sleeping child answer? It definitely was for Toji, and that made him bristle. Clearing his throat, Toji spoke up in a gruff voice, your gaze making him speak up. "No." That simple word made you nod and head into the convenience store. The hell? Stupid. Toji thought, clicking his tongue. What's the point of asking anyway if you were going to rub it in his face? People were truly cruel, absolutely relentless and insane. The audacity- "Here." "Oh." A dumbfounded Toji looked at your extended hand before he could go off at you. His eyes ran over the bags skeptically, as if the contents inside were poisoned by you.

Zenin's sure leave an impression. A bag of fruits. Bananas, apples, grapes, and carrots. And another one with packaged snacks, including milk, which won't spoil for long, with some cash. Was this for him? "Feed him well. You both need it. There's a hotel down the street, pretty cheap. You can stay there if you'd like." What the actual hell was going on? Unable to think clearly, Toji extended his arm without a thought as you kept the bags in his hand. Your lips turned upwards slightly, casting one last look towards Toji. "Stay safe out here." That's all. You left. And Toji was left to grab hold of a semblance, watching you disappear into the night. Someone left Toji food in the middle of the night. Someone was kind enough to include baby food in that bag, something nutritious instead of a packet of junk. Someone gave him directions for a place to stay. Someone cared for him.

The next time Toji saw you was a month later. He'd been doing better. The hotel you had suggested was hiring staff, and he just happened to be skilled enough to be a janitor. He slept with food in his stomach, on a comfortable mattress, comparatively more comfortable than that cardboard box he and Gumi lived in. Everyday without fail, he'd slip out and stand around the convenience store, waiting aimlessly for you. He didn't even know you, didn't know if you lived here, didn't know your name. He just wanted to see the person who pulled him out of his misery, even if he didn't have the funds to return the favour. His stubble was shaved, hair wasn't a mess, and baby gumi looked chubbier, hell, possibly even more adorable. Toji recognized you. You were back at the convenience store, buying yourself something, god knows what. But one thing that Toji knew was that he had to speak to you again. He had to know why you were so kind to him. And so with little Gumi in his arms, babbling about something, Toji stalked forward, throat tightening up. What was he going to say? 'Hello, thanks for donating to the homeless. You're my hero, and now my son is doing as well as the kids on daycare advertisement posters.' He truly felt like a little boy then. He stood behind you in the store's freezer aisle, trying to muster up the courage to say something, but you beat him to it. Your brows shot up as you looked at Toji, recognizing him. "It's you." You perked up, slightly surprised, but you maintained a controlled composure. Like you knew you were in charge. "Uh..." Toji tried to speak, coming off as rather rude than grateful. Megumi blankly stared up at you, tiny fingers grabbing onto Toji's shirt clumsily. Toji wasn't any better. He was too perplexed with what to say, looking bonkers. Though in a split second, he found his words. "Thanks for...that day." He spoke lowly, not used to this foreign compassion from a stranger. The look you gave like spoke volumes though. Something in Toji hoped you were proud of him, how far he's come. "You're welcome. I'm glad you're doing better."

You answered with a curt nod, waving at little baby Megumi as he looked up at you with big eyes while gnawing on his thumb. Oh, and that was it. You continued the conversation flawlessly, gentle voice bringing a sense of stability. Toji held onto that, letting you guide him. Which further led to you meeting up often, just so you could check up on Megumi with such tender fondness. Maybe even take the little boy to restaurants and parks, which Toji couldn't imagine affording. You three became closer over the year. It felt good to be spoiled, to sleep with a full stomach, to have someone take care of Megumi, to have a pillar of support, to know someone cared for him. Someone older. But did Toji care back for his new friend? He wasn't letting you take care of Megumi just so you could spend on them, right? Or was Toji Fushiguro trying to fill the void his wife left and leech onto someone who could provide, only to pull back once it had been fixed?

I'll work on PART 2 if it is requested, so do let me know. Nobody else matters. (Part 2) Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, and so are requests or prompts. Hope you have a great day ahead. Thanks for reading.

-Masterlist-

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: ✧ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ✧ 01:23 ━━━━●───── 20:17 ㅤ ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ ──★ Sukuna ⊱All yours. ⊱Two Demons, One Bed. ──★ Toji ⊱Nobody else matters, right?

⊱Nobody else matters. ──★ Nanami ⊱Perfect Love.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: ✧ ᴅᴄ ✧ 00:37 ━━●─────── 06:00 ㅤ ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ ──★ Richard Grayson ⊱Are you Mine?

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✦︎Sukuna x reader All yours.

"'Kuna?" "Hm?" "Are you comfortable with me?"

Sukuna and you had been seeing each other for the past 10 months. Ten. That should be enough for someone to know if a person likes them, right? Of course it should. That's 300 days. Yet whenever Sukuna was around you, every word, every touch felt calculated. Hesitant. You brushed it off for a while, thinking that it's just how this big burly man, with a staggering height and inked skin, is. But the small responses, the quick look aways were bothering you. And you needed to know. So you found yourself at your apartment, lounging around in the living room with Sukuna seated comfortably on the sofa. A respectable distance between you two. Too respectable for lovers. You tried to initiate proximity, sure, you did. But every time you scooted closer to show him a silly cat video, shoving the phone in his face, he would pull back slightly, glancing away. And these little incidents crept through your pretty mind, creating a turmoil, egging you on to ask the said question. Raising a brow, Sukuna looked at you from where he was sprawled out. Sharp eyes narrowing onto you as if to say, 'Where'd this come from?' But the thoughts of him not wanting you, no yearning for you like you did had seeped through and now you were conflicted. Was Sukuna really comfortable with you? "I mean-", you started, a small exhale leaving you. "...do you feel okay with me? Do you not like it when I'm too close to you? You keep looking away. You can tell me if you don't want to, y'know. I wanna make you feel safe-" "I like you." Woah, that was unexpected. Your brows raised up to your hairline, not used to such a statement by him. Sukuna showed he liked you: through small gifts, but not proximity, though never said it. These words changed things. A tinge of red bloomed across Sukuna's ears as he cleared his throat. He shied away, looking down at his lap. "I do feel comfortable with you, I just..." He grunted, a small frown gracing his lips. How could he tell you that he was shy? How could he tell you that he liked you so much more, that his brain fluctuated every time you smiled at him, that he had to look away to function properly? That every time you cooed at him, he had to physically restrain himself from the cuteness aggression and suppress his urges to squish you? Because the big, bad Sukuna never did that. A snort, then silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh, but you wanted him to talk. "Suku, are you shy?" You asked, smugly raising a brow. What a gremlin. Sukuna thought to himself affectionately. Scoffing, he turned his head away, arms crossed defensively. "Hell no.", he snarked but his pink face said otherwise. "Awwww, you're so cute." You shifted closer, causing Sukuna to tense up as your warm hands cupped his cheeks. Shit, he could melt. "You could have told me. And here I was, thinking you hate me or something.", you cooed. "Your stupid questions make me hate you." "You're sooooo cute." "I take my words back. Get off of me this instant." His hands circled your waist. He didn't hesitate, leaning into you. "Too late, mwah." You plant a kiss to his nose, making him turn red as you laugh with genuine amusement. Your lover was the sweetest thing ever. "Don't shy away from me, okay? I want you to feel free with me." That made Sukuna's eyes soften, longingly gazing into yours. A smile like that could ruin his life, and he'd let it. Because Sukuna knew you're the only one he'd ever be comfortable with.

First blog. Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms. I would appreciate any requests and prompts. I hope you like this just as much as this upgraded fire boy likes you. Thank you for reading. -Masterlist-

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