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Sundered 6: DREAMS

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |…+

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied noncon, sexual assault

word count: 6.7k

He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldn’t be right.

“Megumi.” Toji warned, raising a finger at the breathless, laughing toddler. “No jumping on the bed. You’ll fall.” He put an apple in his mouth as he watched them. You combed the ends of your hair, leaning on the doorframe. Toji was sitting on the bed, while the two kids were playing beside him, jumping up and down.

“Yui, baby, can I ask you something?” He gently picked the little girl up, glancing at you as he put the bowl of fruit down. He sat her on his lap, “Who's Gumi's Dada?” Yui looked up at him, pointing a finger at his chest. “Alright, very good. How about you? Who’s your Dada?” You know what he’s trying to make her understand.

Yui just developed that habit because oftentimes, Megumi would run and call Toji. And what her playmates do, Yui does too. She would follow him screaming ‘Dada’ as well, but Toji never failed to gently correct her. “Toru!” She raised her short hands, clapping as she looked at you. “That’s nice. So, you call Satoru Dada, okay?” He tapped her cheek.

“Toji no? No Dada?” She shook her head at him, asking. “Yes, just look at your hair.” You butted in, pointing playfully at her as you walked towards them. You can feel Toji’s eyes on you as you sit down in front of them. You’re still not over the conversation you had earlier. But you’re not letting the kids hear about that.

Yui was pulling at her hair, trying to see the color and looking back at Toji’s to check. “See? You and Satoru look the same.” You pinched her cheek “Yui hair white.” Megumi pointed at his playmate, “Yeah, you’re getting good at colors!” You raised your hand, asking for a high five, which he gladly returned with a shy smile.

Toji looked at you as you scooted beside him, before placing a hand on your thigh. He’s ready to apologize, but he doesn’t know if he can let it go. Toji’s mind is still stuck on that day you told him Satoru was still in love with you. And if he’s being honest, it puts him in a really rough spot.

“It’s getting late.” You tapped on your phone, allowing it to light up. “Why are they not tired yet?” You yawned, feeling his thumb rub on your skin. “'cause they ate the cake.” He sighed, stretching his back before staring at you again, “What?” You asked, watching him shake his head. “We got things to talk about.” He nodded.

“I know. Later, we will.” You moved to him, pecking his lip quickly, “We can’t talk about it with the children in here.” Scrolling through your contacts, you pressed Satoru’s number. “Yui, come here, we’ll talk to Dada.” Tapping a quick message that you’ll call, you sat your child in between your thighs.

“Do you want to say sorry to Dada? You were mean to him earlier.” You poked her side, watching her nod before throwing something at her playmate.”’Gumi, sit down first.” Toji told the boy and he followed, but only to continue playing with Yui. Megumi’s a quiet kid but with playmates around, he can get hyper too.

“Wait, what if he’s asleep now?” You asked Yui, “Maybe we can apologize tomorrow when he picks you up, okay?” You kissed her cheek, hearing her whine, “Now Mama. Yui says sorry.” She tried to grab the phone. “Okay, okay. Alright. Wait a second, we’ll try.” You pressed the telephone icon. There were multiple rings but no answer.

“Dada’s asleep.” You pouted at her, “He said he wants to sleep early so he can see you early tomorrow too!” You tickled her side, making her flinch with a smile, followed by fits of giggle that made Toji chuckle. ‘Gumi quickly replaced you, laughing with the little girl as he pokes her tummy.

“Let them play like that, they’ll get tired quicker,” Toji uttered, putting a hand behind his head. “What happened earlier? I thought it was his schedule today.” He asked, referring to the events earlier. “You said that his mom was there.” He added recalling what you were explaining to him before you fought.

“Yeah, and he had to take Yui back here with me. We were supposed to eat Yui’s cake there before he takes me home because that’s what she wants. But of course, the devil ruins things.” You rolled your eyes just thinking about his Mom. You still haven’t told your mother about it, knowing how she gets when it’s about you.

“Does Satoru’s father know that she’s like that?” It’s now your turn to nod, “He’s just tired of her, actually. I know.” His father’s always busy but you’d never forget how he’d always take your infant for a walk to give her some sun.

“Oh, I thought your son wasn’t married yet. Look at this cute baby girl.” An elderly man who once visited said to him, It worried you that your child was born out of wedlock. You used to avoid going out with them to avoid this type of situation but his father didn’t mind.

“They’re not married yet. This one’s a…”mini advanced gift” for us.” He chuckled, lightly bouncing the infant in his arms. “Oh, she's like a little girl version of Satoru.” The elderly cooed when Yui opened her eyes. Whenever Satoru’s mother tries to argue with you and he’s around, he’d also say a sentence or two just to stop her.

“You’re not thinking! Getting a baby’s ear pierced. What kind of a mo—” She rambled on, claiming that I was harming her granddaughter when they visited Satoru’s house. “You’re crying about this more than the child who got her ears pierced.” Satoru’s father cut her off, rubbing his temples as he sat beside her.

Satoru was taking a call outside and his mother just had to take this opportunity to antagonize you. “I’m her grandmother. I got the right to protect her. She’s a newborn!” His mother was hysterical and if it weren’t for Satoru’s father, you would be talking back to her by now. “She’s 5 months old, Cynthia! She’s an infant. Stop arguing with the mother.”

You sat far from them, not wanting to scare the baby in your arms. “She’s not capable of—” His mother tried to retort but Satoru’s father was getting fed up “You’re not capable of understanding.” With that, the fight came to an end and after a few minutes, Satoru was walking back to the living room. “What’s going on?” He asked but his mother could only scowl.

After a little while, the kids started to get sleepy. Yui was whining as she rubbed her eyes, and Megumi kept asking for the phone. “You could let him watch something that could help him sleep. Like the—” You were about to suggest but Toji was already picking the child up, answering: “Ah, no. My wife used to cut off his screen time 30 minutes before sleep.”

You remained silent for a minute as you took off Yui’s hair ties. “Let’s go to bed.” You whispered after combing the toddler’s hair. “Come on, so we can talk.” You lifted Yui up before walking to her room with Toji trailing behind you. When Megumi and Toji stay over, he and Yui share a bed. Thankfully, it was big enough for the two of them as Yui rolls around a lot in her sleep.

You were supposed to sleep over at Toji’s house tonight. But because of the fight that you had, you figured that sleeping here would be more comfortable. It was good that he always kept some extra clothes for Megumi in his car.

Now, the two toddlers are peacefully sleeping and you two are starting to feel the tension again.

“You can go first, what is bothering you?” He asked as the two of you walked back to your room. You don’t know why but for some reason, you feel embarrassed that you’re getting jealous of his wife. Not only that but it also makes you feel overreacting. You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, telling yourself that it was better to say it now than to let it get worse.

“It’s because…you keep talking about your wife.” You let your shoulders slouch as you plopped on the bed, watching his face contort into disbelief. “My wife?” He repeated, he looked at you as if you just told him a dark secret. “Toji, look. When you want to tell or suggest something to me, Can you not… always say that your wife did this and that? I mean… I just get uncomfortable.”

There was a pregnant pause as he straightened up, pacing back and forth as he thought of an answer. You wished he didn’t take that long because now it’s making you feel like it’s hard to decide between the living and the dead. It’s making you feel like you're not even in his top five; like you only come after someone who can't even be here.

It’s making you feel like you’re just the second best. And that’s all you’ll ever know of him too.

“Look, I am simply putting her words out. You know how much they mean to me, you know how much and what she means to me—” He sat down on a chair across the room, explaining as calmly as he can but that hurts and before you know it, you’re already asking him: “Then, what do I mean to you?” Toji looked at you, mouth slightly ajar.

“You’re jealous? Of my dead wife?” He tried to clarify like it’s the most unbelievable thing you said. “It’s not jealousy, I just—” He cut you off by exhaling harshly, rubbing his face. “She’s not here, Y/N. I could only think of her, but you’re here with me. How could you feel jealous about that?” It’s only making you feel bad; like what you’re feeling is trivial.

“It’s because you make me feel that way.” You clenched your fist. This type of pain is making you angry; not because it hurts too much but because it’s pissing you off that after everything during these months, he could still make you feel like this. “I know that if you're given a chance to choose you wouldn't want me in her place, but I wish you didn't make me feel like that too much.”

“Do you really just expect me to never reminisce about her? She’s my first wife. I lost her so suddenly I didn’t even have time to process it.” Everything that he’s saying is wrong to you and you’re not afraid to express. You cannot live with a man who probably wishes that you were someone else. “Then, why did you even date me?” Your words were sharp, like how you’re looking at him.

“And why did you even date me when you still can’t get over your ex?” He retorted, “You won't let me call you a petname because he used to call you that. How is that any different?” Now, he’s just as aggravated as you and you hated it. You hated arguing with him even if it was just about simple things and now that it’s not something simple, it frustrates you even more.

“Satoru isn’t dead, Toji. I wished that you called me something else because it’s triggering, and I don’t get to control that.” You tried to keep your voice down as your hands clenched. “I do it because I’m protecting my peace, not because I compare the things you do.” You panted, looking at him with nothing but exasperation in your eyes.

“Toji, I’m starting to feel like a placeholder.” You put your hands on your knees, hanging your head low. “I’m starting to feel like a stand-in for your dead wife. And you would keep telling me what she used to do so I could perfect it.” Biting your lip as you shook your head, “I wish you’d just understand me. I really want to try with you…”

He leaned back on the chair, keeping his eyes on you. “Look, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He spoke after a couple of seconds, “I can’t promise to not think about her because that person; that woman is the mother of my son.”

“And I want to try with you too, you know that. Maybe this will all get better with time. But I can’t find my peace knowing that he’s just there, loving you.” The room felt so big now that there was a space between you and Toji. A space that is bigger than the actual size of your room.

“Then, what should I do?” You asked him, genuinely clueless as to what he wanted to happen. “I don’t know, Y/N.” He shook his head, sighing. “What should you do when someone keeps trying to get to you?” There was an obvious answer to that.

“You know I can’t just do that. He’s the father of my daughter, Toji. You know where I’m coming from—” You looked at him, your eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t. He literally told you he regrets you and your daughter, isn’t that enough for you to take Yui away?” You shook your head, eyes tearing up as you realized what he just said.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that. Babe—” He walked towards you, grasping the weight of his words. “Don’t touch me.” You shut your eyes, not wanting to shed a tear anymore. “Just…just don’t talk to me right now, Toji.” Your hands gestured for him to stay back as you shook your head.

“I can’t believe you’d use my pain against me.” You whispered to him as you stood up, walking out of the room.

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“What about…Yui?” Your eyes glimmered as you looked at him, “Ah…I like that.” Satoru smiled up at you, before leaning down. “Yui? Do you like that—” Before he could even finish his sentence, you stared at each other with wide eyes. “She just kicked…” He laughed, placing his hand on your bump.

“Yui. How’s my little girl?” He asked again, earning another kick after a couple of seconds. “That’s so cute, Satoru.” You gushed, happy tears pooling in your eyes. “She likes that name.” He sighed, kissing your stomach before standing up. The sinking sun made your eyes gleam.

“She’ll be here soon.” He kissed your forehead, putting his hand around your waist as he closed his eyes feeling the wind blow on his face. At that moment, he felt like he’s got everything already. At first, you talked about how everything you’ll do is just for the child.

But as months went by, seeing your face first thing in the morning and last thing in the night has already become Satoru’s favorite thing.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked up at him as you stood there on his balcony, holding his hands on your stomach. “You. So, kiss me.” He leaned down as you giggled, pecking his lips. “More.” He intertwined your fingers with his, brushing his nose on your outer ear until you gave him another one.

You wouldn’t have met if Satoru didn’t enter the bar you were working at, and that thought made Satoru grateful that he did because this is something he wouldn't want to miss.

“Y/N, stay with me.” He whispered, feeling you lean your body on him. “I love you...Y/N”

“Kiss me…” And so Naomi did, putting her lips on his as she tried to prepare him. She closed her eyes as he heard him hum, speaking other words unknown but she knew that it was to urge her to continue. “More…” The word made her exhale, relaxing more and more as he coaxed her, probably half asleep.

Maybe he’s just too sleepy and drunk. She thought, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She raised her lower half, aligning herself with him. She traced her fingers on his arms before lacing them with his. She felt his warmth as she took a deep breath, thinking one last time before throwing it all away, frustrated.

She was ready to put it in, take all of him in her, and just let it all happen. You were a stranger to Satoru when he chose to keep a life with you. But I’m his girlfriend; his salvation and love. Satoru wouldn’t deny me and his child to me. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find the final push to proceed.

But it only took one word from him for her to come back down. Her temperature dropped low as she felt her blood run cold.

“...Y/N.” Naomi halted her movements, eyes wide in shock. Did he just call your name in his sleep? “...Stay with me.” His brows furrowed in his sleep, and Naomi could only look as his image got blurry because of her tears. What? “I love you…Y/N.” She clasped her hand over her chest, trying to move away.

He’s dreaming about you? All this time? Tears fell from her face as she tried not to make another movement or sound. And he said he loves you? Her initial suspicions were right. Naomi’s throat constricted as she held in her sob. “No…” She whispered, finding it hard to breathe. Her ears were starting to ring as she struggled to get up.

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

Naomi’s breath was knocked out of her lungs as she noticed Satoru’s phone ringing and vibrating beside his pillow. He can’t wake up. Not now… She thought as she forced her weak knees to work and grab the phone without startling him but it was impossible as it was right beside his head, partially covered by the pillow.

Before she could even get it, Satoru stirred awake, blinking his eyes up at her. “Naomi?” His eyes scanned her before realizing the situation she put the both of them in. “What the fuck?” His eyes went wide, trying to get up. Naomi was panicking, stepping off of him as he looked at her with confusion and disgust.

“S-Satoru, it isn’t like—” She tried to hold his hand, face wet with tears as he tried to get away from her, “What the fuck are you trying to do?” Pulling his pants before standing up. She picked up her silk robe, trying to give herself some decency as what she did started to sink into her. “Were you—fuck!” Satoru’s frustration was obvious, making Naomi flinch as she wept.

“Were trying to sleep with me while I was out?” His eyes were filled with emotions; dismay, disgust, fear, and disbelief. The last thing Satoru remembered was staring at his phone before he dozed off. Then, he remembered dreaming about you. Satoru rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm. He knows that he shouldn’t have taken shot after shot even if he’s at home.

Satoru’s a lightweight and Naomi knows that. Could it be… “You made me drink on purpose.” His voice lowered as he pointed a finger at her. “No…I didn’t. I—” She tried to utter, voice coming out as a squeak, “I am not asking a question. I know that you did.” Satoru gritted through his teeth.

“Do you know what can happen to you?” Satoru walked towards her, glowering. “I could put you behind bars for this, Naomi.” Satoru was fuming, he didn't even know where the alcohol in his body went. He just knows that he’s dizzy. Raising his hand only to put it back down again, he doesn’t want to risk anything.

“What were you trying to do?” He spoke in a low voice, reaching for his phone on the bed. Your name was written in bold letters when he looked at his notifications. So, it was you who was calling. Once again saving him from whatever type of hell he got himself into. “N-nothing happened.” She shook her head, trying to convince him with her eyes.

“I’m not asking you if something happened or not, I’m asking about what you were trying to do.” His jaw and teeth hurt by how hard he is biting down. She sat there with tears cascading down her cheek while Satoru waited for her. “Please, don’t make me do this—”

He can't believe that a face as angelic and tame as this could do something so evil; so vile.

“Don’t make you do what? You feel embarrassed now but you weren’t embarrassed earlier when you were assaulting me!” He snapped, watching her eyes widen and her fear flashes on her face. “It’s not that, Satoru. I wasn’t trying to…” She walked to him, grabbing his hand with her cold ones. Satoru snatched his hand away, taking a step back.

His glares sent daggers to her heart. Never once has he been like this to her. “I…We were having problems. I thought that a…a child—” Naomi stopped talking, crying even more as Satoru closed his eyes and shook his head. He could tell that he was holding back on her.

“We were having problems so you thought having a child would fix it.” He finished for her, biting his lip. Her tendencies scared Satoru. He remembered how he decided not to tell her about his feelings for you earlier when he had every chance to because he felt bad. And now that one decision almost ruined him. “I’m gonna tell you now. Nothing will fix this.”

Naomi could feel her heart crack and break at his words. “Is it because of her?” She scowled, thinking about his mother’s words. “Is it because she got a boyfriend? Satoru, she's only trying to make you jealous—” She tried to explain, desperate to make him listen to her. “I don’t fucking care. I don’t care if she doesn’t take me back, I don’t care if she's only doing that to spite me.” Stopping, he took a step towards her.

“Naomi, I don’t give a fuck if she hurts me back because I fucking deserve it.” He panted, “For all the shit I put her through when I decided to be with you instead of fixing things as I promised her.” His mouth quivers as memories flash across his vision.

The day he let go, the day he started over for himself, the day he chose only for himself while you were out there waiting for a change.

“You know… I don’t regret meeting you. Because you helped me. You were a great friend to me. But I regret choosing you over Y/N. We should’ve never been something like this.” He sighed deeply, listening to her sniffles and apologies. “I should’ve just told you earlier that I’m still in love with her.” With that sentence, all her questions got answered. Naomi's world came apart.

“You’re getting checked tomorrow.” He stood up straight, grabbing his phone as he headed for the door. “Satoru, nothing happened, there’s no need to—” She tried to go after him, stopping when he paused by the door. “I don’t trust you.” He spoke before stepping out, leaving Naomi in the room with nothing but her broken heart, shame, and humiliation.

Satoru sat on the couch, running his hands through his hair. He stared blankly at the dark corner of his room, thinking about all the wrong paths he took. So much has happened and it’s not even a whole day yet. First, his mother ruined his child’s family day, and now— Cutting off his own thoughts, Satoru started to suspect something.

Naomi said she spoke to his mother. Is she, by any chance, involved with the decisions she came up with?

As much as Satoru hated to think about it, with the way his mother was acting, he couldn't help himself from thinking that she told Naomi something that made her do this. Even if she didn’t directly command her to do that, she could still be involved. Tears pooled in his eyes as he thought of it all. He did his everything to try and understand his mom, to be a good son to her.

“Naomi,” Storming back to the room, she found Naomi speaking on her phone. Terror appeared as she looked at him, hurriedly ending the call. Trudging towards her, she tried to put her phone away but with their size, it was impossible. “Who are you talking to?” He was far too angry to listen to her pleas and calls of his name.

She desperately tried to get it back but she was too late. “So, I was right? You talked to my mom about this.” He laughed bitterly, clenching the phone in his hand. “Satoru, let me explain, please. I won’t lie. We had a chat, we—” Naomi rambled on but Satoru was already pressing the call button, walking out as she chased after him.

“What?! You came up with that plan, deal with it!” Satoru can tell how annoyed she was by how she immediately answered, not even thinking about who it was. Satoru tried to keep Naomi away as she tried to grab the phone, calling her mom. “Did you coach her to violate your own son?” Satoru felt nauseous. He wants to throw up everything in his stomach.

“Satoru? No, honey, I didn’t tell her to—” Her voice cracked, shaking and tears finally escaped Satoru’s eyes. Naomi could only stand there, watching the man she loves break down because of what she did. Because of what they did. She should’ve listened to her conscience when it was telling her to stop.

Her desires brought her nothing but a quick, frail pleasure and a lifetime of agony. They gave her something to regret for the rest of her life.

“I’ll be in contact with Dad. And you won’t ever hear from me again once I settle all of this.” His voice was hoarse, low, and rough. Not giving himself a chance to hear his mother’s cries, Satoru ended the call. Before Naomi could even talk he was already harshly shrugging her touch off of him, “Don’t even try to explain. It’s clear to me now.”

“Satoru, can you just listen for a bit, I didn’t want to do that—'' She choked on her own sobs, “But you did! And I could get you arrested for it.” Satoru threatened, making her shake her head in fear. “You’ll get tested tomorrow.” He pointed a finger at her face, before turning to leave.

Entering his child’s room, Satoru sat on the bed, letting himself crumble and fall apart.

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“Mama, mama!” You woke up to the feeling of someone jumping on the bed beside you. “Eat, Y/N. Let’s eat.” Looking down, you found two children looking at you in their pajamas. “Alright, alright. I’ll be up in a minute, calm down. “ You rubbed your eyes, smiling even as you remembered how the other night went.

After an hour of sitting in the kitchen, Toji came out. You refused to look at his face, but you can feel his cautious movements around you. You subtly wiped your cheeks, trying to hide the fact that you cried. You always know that it’s alright to cry to him, but for some reason, you feel like you’re so far away from him right now.

You felt like he was holding a weapon against you. One shot could be enough to tear you down again.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, after a couple of seconds of standing in front of you. You looked down, leaning on the kitchen counter. “I didn’t mean to say that.” Toji took a seat on one of the chairs, patiently waiting for you to respond. Sighing, you looked up at him, seeing him looking at you with contrite in his eyes.

“You’re a father too, Toji.” You tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, before letting your hand rest on your nape. “I know, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that.” Toji admits that he felt like you were being unfair to him. He didn’t realize that he was the one being unfair to Satoru when he’s obviously trying to stay at a distance.

“Please, understand that I’m not asking you to forget your wife. I just don’t like feeling like I’m…like I’m not enough.” You swallowed right after saying it, as if it’s a strong medicine that tasted bad enough to numb your tongue. “I’ve had enough of feeling like that.” It was barely above whisper, Toji didn’t really catch it but he wrapped you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Kissing your forehead, he felt you relax in his arms. Toji hated himself for making you feel like this again. He hated that he let himself project his feelings on you. The jealousy was coming from him and not you. He failed to understand your point because he was blinded by his bitterness over the fact that you and Satoru are finally getting along.

He didn’t even think of the child involved.

“I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” You murmured to his chest, “Alright, alright. Let’s go.” With that, you and Toji went to bed; with his arms around you and your back against his chest. You didn’t want your head against his chest, you can’t bring yourself to look in his eyes.

You were afraid that you’d hear a different name if you listened to the beat of his heart. It would be painful to see a different woman in the reflection in his eyes.

Picking up your phone, you felt the two kids lay beside you. There were texts from Satoru. You initially assumed that it’s probably because of your missed call from the night before but your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw how early he sent them. 4:37 in the morning.

Opening the messages, you heard Toji enter the room. “What are you two doing? I said "no jumping on the bed.”” Your eyes were glued to the screen of your phone, taking in every single word in Satoru’s messages. “Good morning,” You felt a kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” Toji asked, curious as to why you looked worried first thing in the morning.

“Satoru’s got matters, he can’t pick Yui up until later today.” You spoke, opening the next message. I saw your call last night. I couldn’t call back because it was late. I fell asleep early. “It’s probably because of what happened yesterday.” You caught a sigh escape from Toji’s lips. “He’ll be ok. He won’t let you get caught up in this.”

He sat down next to you as he looked at the screen, you didn’t bother hiding it, not wanting to make him feel like you’re hiding something. “Do you want to talk to him?” You looked at him as soon as the words escaped his lips. “It’s okay. He would say that if he needed that.” You replied, looking away after giving him a small smile.

“Well then let’s have breakfast, I cooked something. The kids woke up really early.” He chuckled, pecking your cheek. “I’ll be there.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as you kissed his ear. “Thank you so much.” You whispered to him, feeling his weight on you.

“Anything for you.” Only Toji knows how much he meant those words.

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“It will be out in two days.” Satoru threw the car keys on the couch, before walking towards the stairs. “You can take all your belongings. If I–“ He trailed but Naomi cut him off, “Satoru, I’m sorry. I was just desperate to–“ He gave her a warning look, making her look down. He’s been nothing but cold to her.

“You’re desperate so you tried to do that to me?” He shook his head, “You know, I’m sorry too. I regret that I didn’t just tell you what was really going on. I should've just broken up with you that day. I thought I could save it if I tried, even just for the sake of the time we were together and what you did for me, but I can’t. This wouldn't have happened, you wouldn't have gotten a chance to do that.” Satoru was getting harsher and harsher with his words.

Filled with mixed emotions, he watched as the woman he trusted cried again. She’s been crying since the night before but he couldn’t find it in himself to comfort her. He doesn’t even want to be under the same roof as her at that moment. When he thinks about what could’ve happened if he didn’t wake up on time, or if you didn’t call, all he feels is dread.

“I will be the first to touch the test results.” Satoru declared as he clenched his jaw, “Satoru…can’t we just wait until—” Naomi tried to grab his arm, looking at him with teary, pleading eyes. She’s shaking, and her fingers are freezing. “Wait until what? ‘Till I can’t go back? ‘Til you achieve what you’re trying to do?! ‘Til you ruin every hope that I have?!” The woman cowers in fear and embarrassment.

“Naomi, are you not scared? Of this mess that you got me in?” He hissed at her face, watching her look down as she sobbed. She’s visibly trembling at this point, “You should be ashamed.” Satoru nodded his head, clenching his fists. “For what you’ve done... you should be ashamed.” He walked out of the room, slamming the door on her as she fell down to her knees, wailing.

Locking the door, Satoru changed quickly, before laying down on the bed. His head’s been killing him since last night; hangover, sleeplessness and stress are continuously tearing through every muscle. He looked at his phone, seeing the hundred missed calls from his mom who probably came earlier, as expected, when they went to the hospital.

Satoru was just about to put his phone down when it started to vibrate. Your contact with a picture of Yui and you flashed on the screen. He didn’t waste any time answering the video call. Seeing his little girl made all the tiredness leave his body. She looked down at the phone, smiling at him.

“Dada! Dada, Hi!” Waving at him, “Hey, baby. I’ll pick you up in a bit, alright? Dada just needs to nap.” He watched her scrunch her brows, seeing your frowning face for a second. “Yui don’t want.” She whined, hearing the word ‘nap.’ Laughing, Satoru saw you peek on the screen, “Not Yui. Dada will nap.”

“Take your time to rest. You look really tired.” You talked, holding a baby plate in your hand. “I just noticed she’s starting to look like you.” He chuckled, sighing as his eyes blinked slowly. You remained silent on the other end of the line, feeding a spoon full to the toddler.

“What were you going to say to Dada?” You talked to Yui, wiping her chin. “Sorry. Yui, uhm, Yui not nice.” The view kept shaking as she struggled to hold the phone in her small hands. “It’s ok, baby. Dada will buy you the cake, as promised.” The way her eyes lit up as she heard the word made Satoru forget about his problems.

After a little bit of talking and watching his daughter eat, you took the phone from her but still kept the camera on her face. “Say bye-bye now, let Dada sleep for a bit.” You spoke, and the kid obediently followed, waving her father goodbye, “Bye-bye. Dada.” She looked up at you, “See you later,” Repeating each word you say, Satoru could only tell her how much he loves her.

He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldn’t be right.

“I’ll call later. “ He talked to you, hearing you hum, “Alright, rest well.” With that, you ended the call, leaving Satoru on the verge of sleep. He prayed to dream of you and maybe even do the things that he wished to do with you. He wished that he could just ask you to hold him before he breaks down again.

He realized that all this time, it’s you, it’s your arms that he needed to put him back together again permanently and not just as some sort of comfort that could so easily break. If he had a choice to turn back time, he’d turn it all the way back to when you, Yui, and he were together; not before he met you.

Because even if his relationship with you began with an obligation, it was still his choice to love you.

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TWO DAYS LATER

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s alright.” He spoke to the phone, struggling to put his seatbelt on. Satoru’s been anxious, he couldn’t even sleep properly. Today, he’ll be receiving the test results. “I just got back from Toji’s, and he’s got something to do so he couldn’t take me to pick Yui up.” You sighed from the other line.

You were about to take a cab to Satoru’s house but he insisted that he’ll just drop Yui off back to you. “Let’s talk about the car next time, okay? So, you don’t have to commute.” He reminded, hearing you hum. “Yeah, ok. I’ll tell Toji about it too.” With that, you bid farewell, telling him to drive safely before dropping the call.

“Alright, let’s go to Mama.” Satoru looked over at his daughter who was sucking on her binky. She nodded eagerly, wiggling her little legs as she claps her small hands. Satoru didn’t tell you about what happened with Naomi. He doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to. That night was still clear to him. He closed his eyes, grabbing the steering wheel before starting to drive.

The car ride to your house was filled with little giggles and occasional singing of his little girl. She slowed Satoru down, preventing his mind from overheating from thinking about things as she playfully calls him every now and then. "Dada! Yui hair!" She pulled at the strands, scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Dada hair!" Her fingers pointed at him.

Satoru smiled at her through the mirror, instantly understanding what she was implying. "Ah, yes, we have the same hair." He cooed, making the little girl cover her eyes as she smiled, "You're a smart kid." In no time, the two of them reached your apartment. The kid kept hugging her Dad as they walked up your steps, as if sensing his distress.

"Baby!" You opened the door for them, kissing Yui's cheek. He can see your eyes scan his face, a hint of worry was etched on your features, "Would you like to come in? How did things go?" You were reluctant to ask the question, worried that it might be a bit too private for you to know. But it looked like he needed it when a small, sad smile appeared on his lips.

"Not good," He sighed, "I'll tell you about it some other time." Satoru went inside but only to put down his daughter's bag. "I, uh, have a delivery coming today, so…" Nodding, your mouth formed an 'O' shape, "Alright, you better get back then. Say bye to Dada." You adjusted your daughter on your hip, urging her to give her father a kiss.

"Bye love, I'll see you in a few days." He pecked the kids forehead, patting her hair and smiling at you as he went. His head, his heart and his feet felt heavy as he walked away. It's like the second Satoru left your apartment, his headache was back knowing that whatever's waiting for him at his house could be another obstacle to pass. And the worst; it could be something that he can never run away from.

He arrived only a couple of minutes earlier than the mailman. The envelope felt like a tonne in his hand as he took it, signing quickly before thanking the worker. Satoru stared at it as he walked to his living room, sitting down on the couch when he felt like his knees were about to give up. With cold fingers, he opened it, going directly to the section where he could find his peace.

Eyes widening as he breathed out the air he didn't know was holding in, he slammed the papers on the table as he pulled his phone out and dialed the number he's been hoping to call ever since the incident.

"Dad, I need to talk to you."

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Maybe all the things you thought made you you aren’t really…you. Barbie (2023) / Fight Club (1999)

sorry my bulge is so squeezable and fat it's literally not my fault *runs away crying, jiggle physics activating*

Thinking about Draken giving you backshots in the back seat of your car.

You whine and paw at him after a movie date later at night so the parking lot is almost empty, plus it was too cold for his bike so you had a perfectly nice back seat to ruin. Any other time he probably would have told you no, rolling his eyes and telling you you're crazy (affectionately) but there was something about tonight that was different. Chalk it up to how pretty you look or the moon cycle or whatever but he's shuffling to the backseat to get in between your legs without any argument.

Next thing he knows you're underneath him, his big hands pushing you into a nasty arch with your ass against his pelvis and your hands scrambling to hold onto anything as you cream around his thick cock. Every roll of his hips has you squealing and seeing stars, his heavy groans and slaps to your asscheeks only pushing you further and further over the edge. Maybe you shift your hips a bit too far away when a particularly hard thrust nearly knocks your air out before he forcibly pulls you back to spear you on his length, his flushed chest pressing against your back.

"Nuh-uh princess don't be running from me" He scolds with a nip to your shoulder blade "you wanted this dick so bad, you'll take it. All of it"

reader chan?

some of u dont know reader chan…i cant believe this…..

the dichotomy of clothing

Aizawa x Chubby Fem Reader

Word Count: 2,465

CW: smut, praise, oral (fem receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, pet names (kitten, pretty girl, princess, etc), some degredation (use of the words slutty and dirty, but it's all said with love), cum eating (i guess?), as always proceed with caution 💕

You really shouldn’t have worn this outfit. You should’ve known better than to wear something like this.

To be fair, you were looking at these clothes from an innocent perspective. You chose to wear an oversized hoodie that had just arrived in the mail, black with cat ears on the hood, white pompoms hanging on the strings. It was sinfully soft and warm, perfect for protecting you from the recent cold weather. You paired it with a pair of your boyfriend’s old boxers, ones that squeezed your hips but had stretched out with wear. You didn’t want to bother yourself with sweatpants and socks, finding it too troublesome at the time. You instead chose a pair of black thigh high socks that were gifted to you by Nemuri during New Year’s. They had pink toes on the bottom of the feet, imitating cat paws, making the socks seem more like a gag gift than an actual present. They were, however, thick and warm and, surprisingly, reached the tops of your thighs with ease. There was no painful squeeze or excessive stretching of the fabric: they were made for plump legs like yours. Naturally, you fell in love with them instantly, wearing them the first time you wore your new hoodie. It was a simple outfit, comfortable. You chose it because it was practical for lazing around the apartment on your day off, a rational choice for draping yourself over the couch and curling up with your cats.

But Aizawa had an opposing perspective of your clothes.

You should’ve realized that a man, especially one that was attracted to you, would see this outfit differently than you did. Yes, he may have agreed the outfit was comfortable and perfect for relaxation, but his eyes saw otherwise. This wasn’t just a casual outfit to him; no, it was cute, seductive, innocently scandalous. In his mind, you purposefully chose this outfit to rile him up, tease him, make him hard the moment he saw you. The way you cutely waddled to the front door to greet him, your smile rounding your cheeks, arms outstretched for a hug: it made him want to devour you where you stood.

The dichotomy of clothing, you assume.

Based on his perspective of things, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he lifted you without so much as a greeting, carrying you to your bedroom and kicking the door shut, much to your cats’ dismay.

“You knew I had a bad day, didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically, dropping you to the bed, already reaching under your hoodie and peeling off your underwear. You protested, asking what had gotten into him, insisting that he sit down and relax before thinking about doing something lewd with you.

It was all for nothing. Your words fizzled out the moment he parted your ample thighs.

Shouta wished he could live here, resting between your perfect legs, face buried into your chubby cunt. He hated coming up for air, wishing his quirk allowed him to go without oxygen for extended periods of time. Every minute away from your flawless cunt was time wasted in his eyes.

It was only natural that he had to make up for all that lost time away from you.

His hands were so large and yet couldn’t hold enough of you, your fat spilling over his calloused fingers. He squeezed to his heart’s content, his cock throbbing as his hands trailed along your skin, grateful that there was always more to hold and caress. His mouth worked tirelessly at your cunt, tongue spelling out his name, silently claiming you as his own. Lips curled around your clit, sucking you into his mouth, making you mewl. He couldn’t stand the sounds you made, the breathless whines and pitiful gasps, every vocalization making precum leak from his tip. What he wouldn’t give to hear those sounds on repeat throughout the day.

“Sh-Shou, fuck, hnng!” Your thighs squeezed against his cheeks, earning a low groan that only heightened your senses, the vibrations pushing you over the edge without warning. Your cum gushed out of you, instantly swallowed by the handsome man below you. The slurps and moans you heard made your body burn, your arm instinctively covering your face out of embarrassment.

“Don’t you dare,” Aizawa muttered against your pussy lips, grabbing both your wrists and holding them down at your sides. “You’re not hiding from me, not tonight. I need this, every last bit.”

The second orgasm he pulled out of you had you trembling, and the third one resulted in you squirting all over him, the lower half of his face absolutely drenched. You were mortified by the entire thing, scrambling to pull away and hide from him, to apologize for making such a mess. You hated that he just held you tighter, lapping up every drop that had burst from your core, ignoring your pleas for him to finally let you go so you could hide your humiliated expression.

“I love how dirty you get for me, kitten,” he exhaled as he propped himself up on his elbows, getting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head. “Love how desperate you get for my cock.”

“You’re so mean, Shou,” you whined, hands covering your face, praying it would let you disappear.

“I am, aren’t I?” You gasped when you felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance, his length sliding up and down your pussy, coating himself in your slick. “I’m awful. Just the worst boyfriend ever. You oughta break up with me before I hurt you even more.” You peeked through your fingers, pouting up at him.

“Shou, I didn’t—hah!”

He had bottomed out while you were distracted, his nude figure towering over you, lips curled into a smirk.

“See? Told ya. Worst boyfriend you could ask for. Didn’t even let my pretty girl finish her sentence.”

“Y-You—oh my god—you’re so—fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” he sighed, rocking his hips into you gently, thrusting shallowly so you could adjust to his cock. “Squeeze down on me just like that.”

You whined, hands pressing to his chest, instinctively pushing him back. He didn’t budge, didn’t move a centimeter, only bringing your hand to his face so he could kiss your palm.

“You’re so cute, ya know that?” You hiccupped, shutting your eyes and turning your head away.

“Sh-Shut up—”

“Awww, is my little kitten feeling shy?” His hips pulled back just to slam forward, driving you up the bed, making you cry out. “Gonna break that habit of yours eventually. Tired of my pretty girl hiding from me.”

Aizawa pulled back out, thrusting back into you and beginning a moderate pace. He was being generous, holding off from pounding into your little cunt, turning your limbs into jelly. Despite how “considerate” he was being, the tempo he had started was still breath-taking, leaving your eyes and mouth wide open.

“Oh my—fuck—S-Shou, Shou!”

“There’s my girl,” he breathed, leaning down to pepper kisses along your plump cheeks. “Missed my slutty little kitten. Missed this tight pussy and those pretty moans. Be a good girl for me and moan a little louder, okay?”

His speed increased suddenly, causing you to do just as he asked. Your needy moans were filling the room to the brim, echoing off the walls, drowning out the slap of his drenched balls on your ass. God, you could only imagine how much the neighbors could hear.

“Doing so good for me, princess,” he praised as he sat up, adjusting slightly before slamming back into you, pulling up your hoodie as he did so. He tucked the hem above your tits, groaning as he watched your now exposed torso bounce along with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N. Been thinking about your gorgeous body all week.”

“Shou, oh my god, fuck, yes!” The head of his dick bumped against your g-spot endlessly, your pleasure mounting as your hands scrambled between grasping at the sheets and his forearms. “So good—fuck—feels s-so good!”

“I can feel you getting tighter. You gonna cum for me, princess?” His hand slipped between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit and pushing against it. You cried out, breath quickening, eyes rolling back. “That’s it, let go for me, baby. Wanna see you make a mess on this cock.”

You couldn’t have held back if you tried. The growing pressure in your cunt was becoming too much, your body climbing higher and higher until you tumbled over the edge, a guttural groan escaping you as you spasmed on his cock. Your fingernails dragged along his chest, faint red trails left behind, making him moan at the sensation. He slowed slightly, his thrusts turning into patient rolls as he guided you through your orgasm, bringing you down from your high.

“Good girl, so proud of you.” Your moans melted into breathy giggles, your body shaking as you laughed, drunk off of the euphoric feeling you just experienced. Aizawa smirked, leaning down, brushing his nose against yours. “Aw, did my little kitten like that one? Did it feel good?”

“Uh-huuuuh,” you slurred, biting your lip, trying to stifle your giggles. Shouta didn’t allow it, capturing your mouth with his, forcing his tongue past your lips. Your laughter melted into moans, the sweet sounds swallowed by your boyfriend. His hands moved to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as his tongue swirled around yours. He broke the kiss too soon for your liking, his lips curling at the corners when you tried to follow him as he pulled away. He cupped your chin, his fingers pressed into your cheeks.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” His eyes darkened, wild hair shading his expression. “Say it for me.” You mewled, lips pushed into a pout as he squished your cheeks together.

“I’m sho pwetty when I cum.” He chuckled, leaning down and latching his teeth onto your plump cheek. He bit into soft flesh gently, earning him a cute whine and wiggle of your hips.

“Yeah, you are. Think you can cum for me again?”

“Mm-hm,” you hummed as he sucked on the fat of your jaw. He released his grip on you, pulling back to smirk down at you.

“That’s my girl.” You let him lift your sock-clad legs up onto his shoulders, moaning when he pressed his weight into the back of your thighs and brought your knees to your shoulders. “Bear with me, kitten; I’m pretty pent up.”

You couldn’t respond. He snapped his hips into yours, his cock reaching deeper than before, making your jaw hang open. His pace was brutal, the sound of your slapping skin so loud that it could’ve been mistaken for gunshots. The sudden onslaught of pleasure made you see stars, your eyes rolling into your skull as your hands clawed at his muscular back.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” he panted, eyes squeezing shut as he focused on your plush walls. Your cunt was so overstimulated that it had turned puffy and squishy, soft as pillows as he fucked into you. Despite how overworked you were, you still squeezed his cock deliciously, your cunt still so fucking tight despite your multiple orgasms.

He tucked his face into your chest, groaning into your skin as he picked up speed again. You moaned weakly beneath him, voice hitching as his mouth found your nipple and sucked it mercilessly. You could feel your eyes water when he introduced his teeth, a spark of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as he bit down on your perky nipple.

“Fuck, Shou, I-I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he breathed, kissing the sore spot he left behind. “I’m right there with you.”

Hands tightened on your hips, grasping your love handles as if they were his only link to reality. He loved getting lost in the feel of you, your warm, sopping cunt, your plump frame squished against his chiseled physique. A lamb in a sea of crocodiles, soft and delicate, a safe haven amongst the cruel world around him.

He didn’t deserve you.

“Shit—tell me where you want it,” he spit between gritted teeth, struggling to hold on until you answered. You moaned wantonly, trying to curl your legs around him and bring him closer.

“—nside, i-inside!”

“Fuck.” His hand slithered between the two of you once more, palming the fat of your tummy before sneaking past your mound, flicking at your clit desperately. Your breath hitched, hips rolling hopelessly, failing to meet his thrusts as your orgasm grew closer.

It wasn’t long before you came, Aizawa following right after. The scream you gave was heavenly, your walls clamping down on him as his hips stuttered. He thrust weakly into you, emptying his balls into your warm cunt, filling you to the brim. You could feel rope after rope of hot cum spilling into you, your climax fading as you gasped for air. Shouta was panting too, his back rising and falling, face tucked into your neck. He pulled back a moment later, keeping his hands on the backs of your thighs as he slipped his cock out of you, groaning softly as he watched your combined fluids leak out of your precious cunt.

“Don’t move,” he mumbled, keeping you folded as he leaned down. “I want to taste.”

His tongue pushed inside you before you could protest. The wet muscle made you keen, body trembling in his grasp as he lapped up his and your cum. He slurped up the liquid, not wasting a drop. He was almost glowing when he pulled away, licking the excess off his lips as he released your legs, guiding them to the bed. He crawled closer to you, resting his head against your stomach before he slumped on top of you, weighing you down with him. Your fingers instinctively carded through his hair, untangling the tiny knots that had gathered throughout the day, your heart rate lowering as your body began to calm down.

He mumbled something a few minutes later, once the two of you had finally caught your breath.

“What’d you say?” you sighed, tucking your chin to look down at him. He took a deep breath, turning his head so that his cheek was against your plush tummy instead of his mouth.

“I said, ‘I love you’.” You huffed slightly, smiling as your head hit the mattress.

“I love you too, Shou.” He hummed, arms sliding underneath you, hugging you close to him. You kept combing through his hair, tilting your head to glance at him. “So, you had a bad day? What happened?” Aizawa shrugged, nuzzling into you, eyes heavy with the best kind of exhaustion.

“I don’t even remember.”

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

riding plug!draken until you squirt on his chest..😵‍💫

content warning: mentions of weed, slight foot play, praise kink, squirting, overstim, infidelity, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, princess)

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your hands intertwining with his..holding you in place as you pounce up and down on his cock. Practically impaled on that big dick, letting every inch engulf you each time you propel. Your entire frame bending and folding back as you let out shrill cries. “Mmphm! Baby..” “It’s alright, keep going. You’re doing good..” his deep voice encouraging you as he lie underneath that curvy frame. Brown eyes glazed over in red as he siphons another whiff of the potent blunt he’s nursing and exhales the cloud of smoke into the air. Filling the atmosphere along with the scent of your sex, music and glowing lights scattered around your frames. You’re going as fast as you can..gasping for breath as his tip begins to press at your swollen g-spot..prodding away to increase your pleasure. Something your man could never do…but behind these four walls of his condo bedroom, you were Ken’s responsibility and he’d always make certain you left satisfied..even when you came more times than you could handle!

“ ‘S too much, daddy..so fucking big..” drawing out in a whispery cry but he knew you could handle it. After all, you had taken this dick many times before…you were just never on top. Besides, it had been a while since he’d been able to stretch that little pussy; conforming it to his own shape once more so you may have been struggling. Even so, he’d just laugh..slapping your ass with a heavy hand and keep encouraging you along.. “..but you can take it. My pretty girl always takes this dick so good, don’t you? Look at you creaming on it..you got this.” letting you work his cock the best way he saw fit. Until..

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck…Kenny!—I can’t..”

an ear shattering cry that only brought a smile to his face. Especially when he watched you reach for your extra sensitive clit and massage it until he felt stick juices rain down onto his chest, face and abs. A mess he’d lap up any day like an obedient dog. Smirking as tears streamed down your gorgeous face, Ken grasped at your trembling legs..bringing your ankle and foot that had gotten caught in the brunt to his lips to lick up the remnants before tugging you further towards his face to sit you atop it. “Daddy’s so proud of you, princess. Took all that and came so good for me..” massaging on your back to calm you down in the process; slightly scraping his nails into your pretty brown skin.

“Lemme give you a lil’ reward. C’mere..sit that ass on my face.”