Mya

“Im gonna take me a nice bubble bath🫧🛁”🫧

[connie-is-monstress]

Leon Kennedy x Black wife pregnant reader

The comm crackled in Leon’s ear, static slicing through the heavy silence of the abandoned facility.

“Leon, you copy?”

No response.

He ducked behind a crumbling concrete wall just as another shot rang out, the bullet grazing his shoulder. He hissed under his breath, clutching the wound as blood seeped through his sleeve.

“Shit…”

He was outnumbered. Outgunned. And for the first time in a long time, Leon Kennedy was actually considering the possibility that he might not make it out.

Then—

A familiar voice cut through the comm, clear, calm… and laced with irritation.

“Leon S. Kennedy, if you don’t answer me right now, I swear I will find you just to kill you myself.”

His breath caught.

“…Baby?”

A gunshot echoed from the other end, followed by a grunt—not his.

“I asked if you copy,” you snapped, slightly breathless.

Leon’s heart started pounding for an entirely different reason now. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Oh really?” you shot back. “Because from the sound of things, you needed backup.”

Another set of footsteps approached his position. Leon steadied his pistol, ready to fire—

Three quick shots rang out before he could even pull the trigger.

The bodies dropped.

And then you stepped into view.

Hair pulled back, tactical gear hugging your body, one hand steady on your weapon… the other instinctively resting on the curve of your six-month pregnant belly.

Leon froze.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You raised a brow. “Miss me?”

Before he could respond, you were already moving, scanning the area, completely unfazed.

Leon ran a hand through his hair, equal parts relieved and stressed out of his mind. “You should not be in the field right now.”

“And you should not be getting shot at without me,” you countered smoothly, glancing at his shoulder. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Mm-hm.” You stepped closer, eyes narrowing as you inspected it. “Still stupid.”

He huffed, but there was a softness in his gaze now. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love me.”

“…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I do.”

Before the moment could linger—

A slow clap echoed from the shadows.

“Well… isn’t this domestic.”

Leon’s entire body tensed.

Ada.

She stepped into the dim light, red dress immaculate as ever, like she hadn’t just walked through a war zone. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, lingering on you… and then your stomach.

“How… unexpected.”

You tilted your head, unimpressed. “You must be Ada.”

“And you must be the wife.” Ada smiled faintly, though there was something sharp behind it. “I was beginning to think Leon had made you up.”

Leon stepped slightly in front of you, instinctively protective. “Ada, not now.”

But you placed a hand on his arm, gently moving him aside.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said sweetly, though your tone had an edge. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Ada’s brow arched. “All good things, I hope.”

You smiled.

“Depends.”

Leon sighed. “Please don’t do this right now—”

“Do what?” you cut in, still smiling as you looked Ada up and down. “I’m just meeting an old… friend.”

Ada chuckled softly. “Careful, Leon. She’s got a bite.”

“Oh, I know,” Leon muttered.

You shifted your stance slightly, one hand still resting protectively on your belly. “So you’re the one always popping in and out of his missions.”

“And you’re the one he runs home to,” Ada replied smoothly.

There was a pause.

Tension thick.

Then—

You let out a soft hum. “Good. Just making sure we’re clear.”

Ada’s eyes flickered with amusement. “Crystal.”

Another explosion rocked the building, snapping all three of you back to reality.

Leon cursed. “We need to move. Now.”

You were already reloading. “Lead the way.”

He hesitated, looking at you again—really looking this time.

At your steady stance.

Your unwavering expression.

The life you carried.

“…Stay close to me,” he said firmly.

You smirked. “Always do.”

As the three of you moved through the chaos, Leon stayed just a little closer to you than necessary, his hand brushing yours whenever he could.

And every time Ada got a little too close—

Your grip on your weapon tightened just a bit more.

Because yeah… you trusted Leon.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t watching her.

The hallway narrowed as the three of you moved deeper into the facility, flickering lights casting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled like smoke and metal—thick, suffocating.

Leon stayed just slightly ahead of you now, his movements sharper, more alert. But every few steps, he glanced back—checking on you.

Always checking on you.

You noticed.

And so did Ada.

“Careful, Leon,” Ada’s voice purred from behind, heels clicking softly against the floor despite the chaos around you. “You’re going to wear a hole in her if you keep staring like that.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s making sure his wife is okay.”

Ada hummed. “Of course.”

The way she said it—light, but laced with something else—had your patience thinning.

A door ahead jammed, forcing the three of you to stop. Leon moved to override the panel, muttering under his breath.

Which left you and Ada… alone for just a second too long.

Her gaze drifted over you slowly—deliberately.

From your face…

Down to your suit.

That sleek, all-black tactical fit hugged every curve, reinforced at the seams but still flexible—functional and deadly. The utility belt sat perfectly against your hips, holsters secured, weapons within reach. Even your heels—modified for combat—clicked with confidence instead of hesitation.

And then her eyes dropped to your belly.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips.

“You know…” Ada stepped a little closer, voice smooth as silk, “most women would sit missions out in your condition.”

You didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“Most women aren’t me.”

Her smirk widened slightly. “Clearly.”

There was a pause. Tension stretched thin.

“And yet,” Ada continued casually, “here you are… risking everything.” Her gaze flicked up to meet yours. “For a man who has a habit of working with… complicated partners.”

Ah.

There it was.

You let out a soft, amused breath.

“Oh, you mean you?”

Ada tilted her head, unbothered. “If the shoe fits.”

You took one step forward.

Then another.

Until you were right in front of her.

Close enough that she could feel the heat of your presence.

Close enough that your voice dropped—low, controlled, and sharp.

“Let me make something very clear.”

Ada’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t step back.

Good.

You liked that.

Your hand rested on your hip, fingers brushing against the grip of your weapon—not threatening… just a reminder.

“I know exactly who you are,” you continued. “I know how you move. How you talk. How you like to play in the gray.”

Ada’s lips twitched, almost impressed.

“But me?” you added softly. “I’m not one of your little games.”

Silence.

Heavy.

“You might show up when things get messy,” you went on, your voice unwavering, “but at the end of the day?”

You leaned in just slightly.

“He comes home to me.”

Ada held your gaze.

For a moment… neither of you blinked.

Then—

A small chuckle slipped past her lips.

“…I can see why he married you.”

You straightened, smoothing your suit like the conversation hadn’t even phased you.

“And I can see why he didn’t marry you.”

That one landed.

Ada’s smile didn’t disappear—but it sharpened.

Before she could respond—

“Door’s open,” Leon called, completely unaware of the verbal war that had just taken place.

You stepped back first, calm and composed like always. “Took you long enough.”

Leon glanced between the two of you, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “…Everything okay?”

You smiled sweetly. “Perfect.”

Ada walked past him next, brushing his shoulder lightly as she moved ahead.

“Oh, everything’s fine,” she echoed.

Leon frowned slightly.

Yeah… he didn’t believe that for a second.

—

The next room erupted into chaos almost immediately—infected flooding in from every direction.

Gunfire rang out.

You moved on instinct.

Precise. Controlled. Deadly.

Even with the added weight, you flowed through the fight like it was second nature—dodging, shooting, reloading with flawless efficiency. Your heels hit the ground with sharp, confident clicks as you pivoted, taking down targets one by one.

Leon watched you for half a second too long—

“Leon!” you snapped.

“Right—!”

He refocused, covering your blind spot instantly.

But Ada?

Ada was watching you now.

Really watching you.

The way you moved.

The way Leon stayed glued to your side without even thinking.

The way his voice changed when he spoke to you—

“Behind you!”

—sharper, more urgent.

Because it wasn’t just about a partner.

It was about you.

And it showed.

The last infected dropped with a heavy thud.

Silence followed—broken only by your steady breathing.

Leon immediately turned to you, hands hovering like he didn’t know where to check first. “You okay? Did you get hit?”

You smirked faintly. “Relax. I’m good.”

His jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“And yet,” you teased softly, “here I am. Saving you again.”

He huffed, but his hand slid over yours for a brief second—grounding, reassuring.

Possessive.

Ada noticed that too.

Of course she did.

You glanced over at her, catching her gaze.

And this time—

You didn’t say a word.

You didn’t have to.

Because everything that needed to be said?

Was already proven.

(This might be my favorite story so far😏🤗)

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Don’t Ever do that Again- Fire lord Zuko x black wife reader (sokka and katara older cousin)

(P.S please remember guys I’m a little rusty from all this😭… so that being said I hope you still like it.)

The night had descended upon the ocean like a living thing.

Dark clouds stretched across the sky, occasionally illuminated by the violent orange glow of fire erupting from the ship below. Smoke curled around the masts and rolled across the deck, stinging everyone's eyes. The wooden boards beneath their feet shook with every impact.

The battle had become chaos.

Firebenders moved through the smoke while Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Zuko fought desperately to keep everyone together.

And you were right in the middle of it.

Your three-month pregnancy had changed almost nothing about the way you fought.

Almost.

You were still Katara and Sokka's older cousin—the woman who had grown up alongside them, protected them, argued with them, and loved them like younger siblings.

You were still a Water Tribe warrior.

Still stubborn.

Still fiercely protective.

But now there was another life growing quietly beneath your heart.

Zuko knew that.

And that knowledge had made him increasingly protective of you.

Not because he thought you were weak.

He knew better than anyone that you could handle yourself.

But every time he looked at you, he saw more than his wife.

He saw the mother of his unborn child.

And tonight, that thought terrified him.

“Stay close to me,” Zuko ordered over the roar of the fighting.

You glanced at him.

“You've said that five times.”

“And I'm going to say it six.”

You almost smiled.

“Zuko—”

“Please.”

That word stopped you.

There was something different in his voice.

Not the commanding tone of the Fire Lord.

Not the confidence of the warrior he'd become.

It was simply your husband.

The man who still woke sometimes in the middle of the night just to make sure you were beside him.

The man who had quietly placed his hand against your stomach every morning since you'd told him you were pregnant.

The man who had stared at the tiny heartbeat on the healer's screen with tears in his eyes and whispered, Our baby.

You reached over and squeezed his hand.

“I'll be careful.”

Zuko nodded.

“Good.”

Your knotless braids swung across your shoulders as you turned back toward the battlefield.

You barely had time to react.

“TOPH!”

Toph was standing near the edge of the deck.

She couldn't see the firebender rushing toward her.

You could.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up.

“MOVE!”

You sprinted.

Toph turned her head.

“What—?”

You shoved her out of the way.

The blast struck you.

BOOM!

Pain exploded across your back.

You couldn't breathe.

Your feet left the ground.

For one horrifying instant, you saw everything.

Toph tumbling safely across the deck.

Katara's horrified face.

Sokka shouting.

And Zuko.

He was turning toward you.

Your eyes met his.

His expression changed instantly.

“Y/N!”

You hit the railing.

The metal dug painfully into your side.

Then you went over.

Your fingers desperately grasped for something.

Anything.

But there was nothing.

You fell.

Your stomach twisted as instinctively your hands moved toward your belly.

The baby.

That was your last thought before you struck the water.

“Y/N!”

Zuko screamed your name.

The sound was unlike anything anyone had ever heard from him.

Not anger.

Not rage.

Pure terror.

He reached the railing and looked down.

Nothing.

Only black water.

“Where is she?!”

Katara rushed beside him.

“Zuko—”

“WHERE IS SHE?”

His eyes frantically searched the waves.

Then he saw it.

A flash of blue fabric disappearing beneath the surface.

His heart stopped.

“She fell.”

Toph's voice was small.

“She saved me.”

Zuko's jaw clenched.

He didn't hear anything else.

Not Sokka yelling.

Not Katara telling him to wait.

Not Aang calling his name.

He only saw you sinking.

His pregnant wife.

His family.

His entire world.

Drowning beneath him.

Zuko stepped onto the railing.

Katara grabbed his arm.

“Zuko, the current—”

“I don't care.”

“You could—”

“I DON'T CARE!”

Fire erupted from his feet.

He launched himself from the ship.

The flames propelled him upward, sending him briefly into the burning sky.

His body twisted.

His cloak whipped violently behind him.

For one moment, he was suspended against the orange inferno.

Then he dove.

Straight into the sea.

The cold hit him like a wall.

Zuko plunged beneath the waves.

His eyes burned.

His lungs screamed for air.

But he kept going.

Deeper.

Deeper.

“Y/N…”

He couldn't see.

He kicked harder.

Then—

There.

Your knotless braids floated around your face.

Your body was limp.

Zuko's heart shattered.

“No.”

He swam toward you.

“No, no, no…”

He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you against him.

Your head fell against his shoulder.

Your eyes remained closed.

Zuko pressed his cheek against yours.

“Please wake up.”

Nothing.

He wrapped one arm securely around your body.

His other hand instinctively covered your stomach.

He couldn't help it.

He needed to know.

He needed to believe your baby was still there.

“Our baby…”

His voice disappeared beneath the water.

He kicked toward the surface.

His lungs were burning now.

His arms felt weak.

But he refused to let go.

I promised her.

He remembered the day you'd told him.

The way your hands had trembled.

The way you'd whispered, “We're going to have a baby.”

He remembered how he'd stared at you in complete silence.

Then he'd dropped to his knees in front of you.

His forehead against your stomach.

His arms wrapped around your waist.

He'd cried.

Zuko had cried.

And now you were unconscious in his arms.

He couldn't lose you.

He couldn't lose either of you.

Zuko kicked harder.

His head broke through the surface.

He dragged in a desperate breath.

“HELP!”

The ship's crew immediately threw down ropes.

Katara began bending the water around them.

“ZUKO! BRING HER HERE!”

“I'm trying!”

He tightened his grip around you.

“Y/N!”

He gently tapped your cheek.

“Come on.”

Your head remained against his chest.

“Please.”

His voice broke.

“Don't do this to me.”

The moment Zuko reached the deck, he dropped beside you.

Katara was already kneeling.

“Put her down!”

Zuko carefully lowered you onto the wooden deck.

His hands were shaking violently.

Katara placed her palms over your chest.

“She's breathing.”

Zuko stared at her.

“Her stomach?”

Katara understood immediately.

“I'll check.”

Her expression became serious.

She closed her eyes and focused her healing.

Zuko stood frozen beside her.

His wet hair hung around his face.

His chest rose and fell rapidly.

His eyes never left you.

Toph stood several feet away.

She looked devastated.

“She saved me.”

Sokka put a hand on her shoulder.

“I know.”

“I didn't even know the attack was coming.”

Toph's voice trembled.

“I felt her push me.”

Zuko heard her.

He slowly looked over.

Toph lowered her head.

“I killed your baby.”

Zuko's eyes widened.

“No.”

His voice was quiet.

“Don't say that.”

“But—”

“This wasn't your fault.”

Zuko looked back at his wife.

“She chose to protect you.”

His voice cracked.

“That's who she is.”

Katara continued healing.

Then suddenly—

You coughed.

Zuko froze.

Katara's eyes widened.

“She's waking up.”

Your body jerked as you coughed again.

Water escaped your mouth.

Zuko immediately dropped beside you.

“Y/N?”

Your eyelids fluttered.

Everything was blurry.

You could hear voices.

Feel cold wood beneath you.

Feel someone's trembling hands holding yours.

Then you heard him.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly opened.

Zuko was there.

His face was inches from yours.

His golden eyes were red.

Tears streamed freely down his cheeks.

You stared at him weakly.

“Zuko…”

He laughed once.

A broken, breathless sound.

“Yeah.”

His forehead dropped against yours.

“I'm here.”

Your hand moved weakly toward his face.

You brushed your thumb beneath his eye.

“Why are you crying?”

He caught your hand and kissed your palm.

“Because you scared me.”

You blinked.

Then suddenly remembered.

“Toph…”

“She’s okay.”

Your eyes immediately moved around.

You saw Toph standing nearby.

Relief washed over you.

“Good.”

Zuko stared at you incredulously.

“You almost died.”

You frowned.

“But Toph—”

“I know!”

His voice cracked.

Everyone became silent.

Zuko closed his eyes.

He lowered his head.

“I know why you did it.”

His hand moved carefully toward your stomach.

“But you're carrying our baby.”

Your expression softened.

“I know.”

“I watched you fall.”

His voice became quieter.

“I thought…”

He couldn't finish.

You reached for him.

Zuko immediately leaned into your touch.

“I thought I was going to lose my entire family in one second.”

You pulled him closer.

“I’m here.”

He shook his head.

“You shouldn't have had to be.”

Your fingers slipped into his wet hair.

“Zuko.”

He looked at you.

“I love you.”

His face crumpled.

“I love you too.”

He carefully wrapped his arms around you.

Then he stopped himself.

“Are you hurt?”

“My back.”

He immediately looked alarmed.

“And your stomach?”

You gently placed your hand over his.

“I don't know.”

Katara knelt beside you.

“I'll make sure.”

She placed her hands gently against your abdomen.

Everyone waited.

The deck seemed impossibly quiet despite the distant sounds of battle.

Katara closed her eyes.

Then her expression softened.

“I can feel the baby's energy.”

Zuko's breath caught.

“Really?”

Katara smiled.

“Yes.”

She looked at you.

“The baby is still there.”

Zuko closed his eyes.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

He lowered his forehead against your stomach.

His hand rested protectively over yours.

“Thank you.”

You smiled softly.

“Don't thank me.”

“I wasn't talking to you.”

You blinked.

Zuko whispered toward your stomach,

“Thank you for staying with us.”

Your heart broke and melted at the same time.

You threaded your fingers through his hair.

Toph approached quietly.

She crouched beside you.

“I'm sorry.”

You looked at her.

“You don't have to be.”

“But you got hurt because of me.”

“You were going to get hit.”

“So?”

You smiled weakly.

“So you're family.”

Toph's lips trembled.

You reached out and squeezed her hand.

“I'd do it again.”

Zuko immediately looked up.

“No.”

You laughed softly.

“Okay, okay.”

“No more heroic sacrifices.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“That's rich coming from you.”

Sokka snorted.

Aang laughed.

Even Katara smiled.

Zuko rolled his eyes.

But he didn't let go of your hand.

As the battle continued around you, he stayed beside his wife.

His fingers remained intertwined with yours.

And every few seconds, his hand would drift toward your stomach.

Just to reassure himself.

Just to feel that you were still there.

That your baby was still there.

That his family had survived.

The Fire Lord had faced armies.

He had fought monsters.

He had stood against his own father.

But nothing had ever terrified Zuko as much as watching the woman he loved disappear into the sea.

And nothing had ever made him more grateful than hearing you whisper his name when you opened your eyes again.

That night, beneath the smoke and flames, Zuko held you close.

And for the first time since the battle began, he allowed himself to breathe.

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Who Next

Leon Kennedy

Zuko

Ghost

Sukuna

Different show/tv character

Voting ended onAug 16

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“I hate how you make me forgive you.”

(Captain John Price x Black wife reader)

The front door slammed harder than you intended.

You stood in the hallway, arms folded tightly across your chest, staring at your husband.

Captain John Price had just returned from another mission, still wearing his tactical gear, exhaustion written across his face.

But you were too angry to care.

“You couldn't even call me.”

Price sighed. “Love—”

“No.” You pointed at him. “Don't ‘love’ me right now, John.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

You rarely used his first name.

Usually, it was baby, husband, or some teasing nickname. Hearing “John” from you told him exactly how serious you were.

“I waited all night,” you continued. “You said you'd call when you landed. I didn't hear a damn thing from you.”

“I was busy.”

“And I was worried!”

Your voice cracked.

That finally made him straighten.

Price rubbed his beard, trying to keep his own temper under control.

“You think I don't know that?” he asked quietly.

“I don't know what you know because you never tell me anything!”

“I can't tell you everything.”

“I never asked you to tell me classified information!” you snapped. “I asked you to tell your wife that you're alive!”

Silence.

Price stared at you.

Your eyes were glossy now, and you quickly wiped your cheek before he could see the tear.

But he saw it.

Of course he did.

His shoulders dropped.

“Come here.”

“No.”

“Darling—”

“I said no.”

He took a slow step toward you anyway.

You stepped backward.

“John, I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

His voice wasn't angry anymore.

It was tired.

Soft.

He stopped a few feet away, giving you space.

“I should've called.”

You looked away.

“Yes. You should've.”

“I was wrong.”

Your eyes flicked back toward him.

Price rarely admitted that.

He reached up and removed his cap, setting it on the table.

“I know you worry about me,” he said. “And I know every time I leave, there's a part of you wondering whether I'm coming home.”

Your expression softened.

“But I need you to understand something too,” he continued. “When I'm out there, my head's on the mission. Sometimes I lose track of everything else.”

“I know.”

“And that's not an excuse.”

You swallowed.

Price slowly held out his hand.

“I don't want us fighting.”

You stared at his hand for several seconds before finally taking it.

He pulled you gently against his chest.

You immediately buried your face against him.

“I hate when you do that,” you mumbled.

“Do what?”

“Make me forgive you.”

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest.

“Didn't know I was that good.”

“You're annoying.”

“Married me anyway.”

You pulled back just enough to glare at him.

“Don't push it.”

Price smiled.

Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I'll call next time.”

“You better.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Don't ‘yes, ma'am’ me.”

His smile widened.

“There she is.”

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

Price wrapped both arms around you, holding you close.

The argument wasn't completely forgotten.

But for tonight, neither of you wanted to fight anymore.

(I know i haven’t posted in a while and again keep apologizing but life been kicking my ass… but I do plan to post again soon honest to god🧏🏾‍♀️🙏🏾 . Now without further ado get ready for all these posts coming🤗)

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Hey My Monster’sand Monstress’s, so my birthday is July 21st and I have been preparing for it. It’s my 19th and I have been working on the stories but I feel like they could be better and a little more worked on, Sooo that’s what I’m doing I’m definitely gonna try to get something out either later today but if not by Sunday. It’s Friday only Friday and my birthday is Tuesday so we will see. But as always stay tuned🧏🏾‍♀️

Love- Connie is Monstress

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115 votes🥹… I did take another small break for my mental but see that many votes lifted my spirits and all the love I’m getting on my stories still, I’m gonna write a few jjk stories ofc and then I’ll try to put COD stories in between since they both got big votes🧏🏾‍♀️😍

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Who next?

Cod Story

Jjk Story

Aot story

Character from a Netflix show or movie

Or just random spin the wheel

Voting ended onJun 15

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(Hey Monster’s just something short to post to get back in the writing world🥸✌🏾 enjoy!!!)

Dilf Toji in a diner x black Mature College Reader-

“Quit looking at that girl.”

Toji barely glanced away from the waitress before his younger girlfriend slid his drink across the table a little too hard.

Her gold bracelets clinked together as she leaned back in the diner booth, brown eyes narrowed at him over the rim of her lemonade.

Toji smirked. “What? I was just lookin’.”

“And I’m just warning you.”

That made him laugh.

Most girls his age either got intimidated by him or tried too hard to impress him. But her? She looked at him like he was just a man that needed to act right.

Which irritated him.

And turned him on at the same time.

Toji stretched his arm across the back of the booth. “You always got somethin’ to say.”

“Because you always got somethin’ to do.”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm yourself,” she shot back.

She looked good tonight too. Real good. Tight dark jeans, cropped sweater, knotless braids pulled into a ponytail, gloss shining under the diner lights. Fresh off her evening classes and still carrying that expensive vanilla perfume he secretly liked smelling on his hoodies.

Toji watched her pull out a notebook from her tote bag.

“You studying right now?”

“I got a psych exam tomorrow.”

“And you came out with me anyway.”

“You begged.”

“I did not beg.”

“You called me six times.”

“That ain’t begging.”

“It is when you leave sad voicemails.” She looked up with a grin. “‘Baby, come eat with me, the house too quiet.’”

Toji clicked his tongue while she laughed.

“See, this why I shouldn’t tell you nothin’.”

“No,” she corrected calmly, “this is why you should stop acting hard when you’re actually needy.”

Toji stared at her for a second before scoffing.

“Too young to be talking to me like somebody wife.”

“And you too old to be acting like somebody son.”

The old man at the counter burst out laughing after overhearing them.

Toji muttered, “I’m about to leave you here.”

“You say that every week.”

“And one day I mean it.”

She pointed her pen at him. “No you don’t. You’d cry in that big empty apartment.”

“I do not cry.”

“Mature men communicate.”

“I communicate just fine.”

“Punching people isn’t communication.”

“They understood me.”

That made her snort loud enough to turn heads.

Toji watched her shake her head while going back to highlighting notes, completely unbothered by his attitude now. Comfortable. Safe.

That feeling still confused him sometimes.

A man like him wasn’t used to softness lasting this long.

After a minute, he reached over and rubbed slow circles against her thigh under the table.

She didn’t look up. “Behave.”

“You got an attitude tonight.”

“You earned it tonight.”

“Toji this, Toji that,” he mocked under his breath.

She finally looked up again, eyes sharp but affectionate.

“Somebody gotta tell you about yourself.”

He held her gaze for a long moment before smirking again.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Probably do.”

(Like I stated earlier this is just something quick to put out there as I start my writing again… I hope you liked it and stay tuned for more…

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Thank you…

I want to thank everyone for still reading or re-reading my stories that I wrote. I honestly just haven’t had the drive to write recently… sadly and haven’t really had any ideas, I do plan to post something hopefully tomorrow I have like two new stories and maybe 6 continued ones but haven’t had the motivation to finish writing them either yet… so with that being said maybe something will come out this week just stay with me, and you will get more stories.

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Did you guys miss me?

I’m back and ready to write again, I got so busy I didn’t have the time but tomorrow will be the Catfish Choso x black reader so stay tuned🤗😩

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I just had a great idea🤗

I’m watching the show catfish right…

What if instead of having a bad catfish it’s Choso being nervous/insecure about how he looks so he tries to use a picture of some guy he thinks looks better then him, because he actually wants you to love him for his personality because he’s scared you won’t like how he looks 🥺

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I wanna make sumn clear….

This man named Zuko been mine since I was younger I been knew what it was after he cut that lil string bean ponytail off, and now that some people seeing him with long hair now they wanna jump all on my man😒.

I been sticking with him since day one so don’t switch sides now that yall finally see the potential I been seen😩

Alright that’s it, that’s the post for today 😂😩

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I see you-

Husband Hiromi Higuruma x Black chubby Reader

The mall dressing room mirror was cruel.

It always was.

You stood there, fingers tugging at the hem of the dress you wanted to love—soft brown fabric that hugged your waist and fell just right over your hips. On the hanger, it had looked perfect. On the mannequin? Even better.

On you…

Your lips pressed together.

“Maybe if I just—” you turned slightly, sucking in your stomach, shifting your posture, adjusting the straps. The gold bracelets on your wrist clinked softly, the sound too loud in the quiet little stall.

Your reflection didn’t change enough.

Your eyes dropped to your thighs, then your stomach, then back up to your face. That familiar heaviness settled in your chest.

“…Yeah. No.”

You reached for the zipper, ready to take it off before the feeling could sink any deeper—

A knock came at the door.

“Still alive in there?” Hiromi’s voice, calm and dry as ever, filtered through.

You huffed a small laugh despite yourself. “Barely.”

There was a pause. Then the handle turned slightly, his voice softer now. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated. You really didn’t want him seeing you like this—caught in that fragile, quiet kind of insecurity that made everything feel too tight and too loud at the same time.

“…Yeah.”

The door opened just enough for him to slip inside, tall frame folding slightly in the cramped space. His eyes found you immediately—and then stilled.

Hiromi Higuruma was many things—sharp, composed, intimidating when he wanted to be.

But right now?

He just looked… attentive.

His gaze moved over you slowly, taking in the dress, the way your hands hovered near your waist, the slight tension in your shoulders.

“You don’t like it,” he said simply.

You shook your head, looking away. “It looked better before I put it on.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You sighed, arms crossing over your stomach instinctively. “I just… don’t think it looks right on me.”

Silence.

Then you felt his hands—warm, steady—gently take your wrists, pulling them away from where you’d hidden yourself.

“Don’t do that.”

Your brows knit. “Do what?”

“Hide.” His voice was quiet, but firm.

He guided your hands down to your sides, then stepped closer—close enough that you had to look up at him.

“You’re judging yourself like you’re the problem,” he continued, eyes locked on yours. “You’re not.”

You let out a soft, shaky breath. “Hiromi…”

But he wasn’t done.

His hands moved—slow, deliberate—resting at your waist, then sliding just slightly to the curve of your hips. Not grabbing. Not rushing.

Appreciating.

“You see flaws,” he said. “I see the woman I married.”

Your breath caught.

His thumbs traced small, absent circles against your sides, grounding, warm.

“I see these curves,” he continued, voice dropping just a little, “and I think about how perfectly they fit in my hands.”

Heat rushed to your face.

“I see your stomach,” he added, softer now, one hand shifting just slightly, resting there with care instead of judgment, “and I remember every time you’ve laughed so hard you had to hold it.”

Your eyes stung.

“I see you,” he finished.

The room felt smaller—but not suffocating. Safe.

You swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “You really like it?”

Hiromi’s expression didn’t even flicker with hesitation.

“I really like you,” he corrected.

Then, after a beat, a faint, rare hint of a smile touched his lips.

“But yes. The dress is… highly convincing evidence.”

You laughed softly, the tension in your chest finally cracking.

His hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze—grounding, reassuring, certain.

“Turn around,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

“Turn.”

You did, slowly.

His gaze followed, thoughtful, assessing—not critical, never critical.

“…Buy it.”

You glanced back at him. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” His voice was calm, but there was something warm underneath it now. “So I can watch you wear it again later.”

Your heart skipped.

“Hiromi—”

“And,” he added smoothly, stepping closer behind you, his voice low near your ear, “so you can stop doubting something that’s already mine to admire.”

Your reflection looked different now.

Not because your body changed.

But because the way you were seeing it… had.

And for the first time since you stepped into that dressing room—

You smiled.

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So I’m thinking of a black chubby girl reader x idk who… but i really wanna make something for my girls who love their chubby figure, and who struggle with their chubby figures…

So that being said if anyone wants too give me any ideas I will be very appreciative and as always I can always come up with something after a bit but lmk🥸☝🏾.

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I honestly wanna say Thanks for all the love on my Leon Kennedy x Black wife pregnant reader story. When I posted it I was hoping it would get a lot of attention but I didn’t expect for it to be so loved by a lot of you.

It’s hard being a first time writer and hoping your idea for a story will get love and attention. So for it to blow up like it did it feels really special, so again Thanks all of you and too all my followers that I gained🫶🏾.

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“You don’t listen”- Sukuna X Black reader

The argument started over something small—at least, that’s how it always went.

A broken promise. A missed moment. Another reminder that Sukuna wasn’t built for softness, no matter how much he tried to be for you.

“You don’t listen,” you snapped, your gold bangles clinking sharply as your hands moved. Your knotless braids swayed down your back, a few beads catching the light. “You hear me, Sukuna, but you don’t listen.”

His eyes—those cursed, ancient eyes—narrowed, something dangerous flickering beneath the surface. The air in the house grew heavy, like it always did when his temper started rising.

“I listen more than anyone ever has,” he shot back, voice low, controlled in a way that meant it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Then why does it feel like I’m talking to a wall?”

That did it.

The room went still.

For a split second, you saw it—the version of him the world feared. The King of Curses. The man who destroyed cities without blinking. His jaw tightened, his fingers twitching like he was holding back something violent, something irreversible.

But then… he exhaled.

Slow. Heavy.

And instead of lashing out—

instead of saying something cruel, something that would cut deeper than any blade—

He turned and walked out.

The door slammed so hard the walls shook.

Hours passed.

The silence felt worse than the argument.

You sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, absentmindedly twisting one of your braids, your gold rings catching against the strands. The house felt too big without him. Too quiet.

You hated that he left.

…but a small part of you knew why he did.

Because he promised.

No hurting innocent people.

No hurting you.

Across the city, Sukuna kept himself busy the only way he knew how.

Violence—with purpose.

Every criminal, every monster hiding behind human skin, every person who preyed on the weak… he found them.

And he destroyed them.

Not recklessly. Not blindly.

Intentionally.

Because if he didn’t let it out like this… he might’ve come back and said something to you he couldn’t take back.

And that?

That scared him more than anything.

By the time he returned, the sun was setting.

You heard the car before you saw him.

Actually… cars.

You frowned, standing up slowly as headlights flooded through the window.

“What the—”

You stepped outside, and your words died in your throat.

Parked in front of the house was a brand-new Kia K5 GT-Line.

Glossy. Sleek.

And when you got closer—your eyes widened.

Pink seats.

“…Sukuna.”

He stood beside it, arms crossed, looking almost… awkward. Like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“It reminded me of you,” he muttered, like that explained everything.

You blinked at him. “You got me a whole car… because we argued?”

“I left,” he corrected, his gaze shifting slightly. “Instead of staying and making it worse.”

That… made your chest tighten.

Before you could say anything, he reached into the passenger seat and pulled out a massive bag.

Then another.

And another.

Lip gloss and lip liners. So many different kinds—glossy, tinted, shimmer. Plushies of every size, soft and ridiculously cute, completely clashing with the terrifying man holding them.

And then—he held out an envelope.

“A card,” he said.

You took it slowly, opening it.

$600. Barnes & Noble.

You stared at it, then back at him.

“Sukuna… what is all this?”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then, softer than you’d ever heard him—

“You said I don’t listen.”

His eyes met yours, something raw and unguarded sitting behind all that power.

“So I paid attention.”

The wind shifted, brushing against your braids, your jewelry chiming faintly in the quiet.

“I knew I was angry,” he continued, voice low. “Angry enough to say something I couldn’t undo.” His jaw clenched. “So I left. I found something else to destroy.”

Your brows furrowed slightly. “Bad people?”

“Only,” he said firmly. “I meant what I told you.”

No innocents.

Never again.

The silence stretched between you—but this time, it wasn’t heavy.

It was… fragile.

Careful.

You stepped closer, looking at the car again, then the bags, then him.

“This doesn’t fix everything,” you said honestly.

“I know.”

“But…” your fingers brushed the soft ear of one of the plushies, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself, “you didn’t hurt me. Not with words. Not with anything.”

His shoulders loosened just slightly.

That was the win he needed.

You looked back up at him. “Next time… don’t just leave. Tell me you need space.”

“…I can do that.”

“And don’t go on a city-wide rampage every time we argue.”

A pause.

“…No promises.”

You rolled your eyes, but a quiet laugh slipped out anyway.

Typical.

Still… as you leaned against the car, pink seats and all, surrounded by lip gloss, lip liner and plushies and a man who was trying—actually trying—you reached out and grabbed his hand.

And he let you.

Carefully.

Like you were something worth holding onto.

(I just thought of this randomly 😅🤗)

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Doesn’t sound too bad-

(Black reader x cowboy Gojo satoru who have three kids already but after watching gojo deal with the kids and with the farm work she starts thinking about a fourth child not sounding so bad)

The sun hadn’t even fully climbed over the horizon yet, but the farm was already alive.

Golden light spilled across the fields, catching on the tall grass and the worn wooden fence posts. The air smelled like fresh earth, hay, and something faintly sweet drifting in from the orchard.

And right in the middle of it all—your husband.

Gojo Satoru stood in the pasture like he belonged there, sleeves rolled up, white hair catching the light like something out of a dream that didn’t quite fit in a place like this—but somehow, he made it work. Always had.

“C’mon now,” he called, voice smooth but firm, guiding one of the horses back toward the gate. “Don’t act like you don’t know who’s in charge.”

You leaned against the porch railing, arms folded loosely, watching him with a quiet smile tugging at your lips.

He was ridiculous.

Ridiculously strong, ridiculously pretty, and somehow… ridiculously good at this life.

“Daddy!”

The screen door banged open behind you before you could even turn, and your youngest came barreling past your legs, little boots thudding against the wood.

“Hey—slow down!” you called, but it was too late.

Your baby—well, not really a baby anymore—ran straight toward the pasture, arms wide.

Gojo turned just in time to catch her mid-launch, lifting her effortlessly into the air with a laugh that carried across the land.

“There she is,” he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “You tryna tackle me this early in the morning?”

“I help!” she insisted, pointing very seriously at the horse like she had business to handle.

“You help, huh?” he hummed, adjusting her on his hip. “Alright then, lil’ boss. You supervise.”

Your other two weren’t far behind.

Your oldest boy—Kai—came jogging out, already trying to act grown, even though he still had sleep in his eyes. “I told her to wait,” he muttered, but he was smiling.

Noah trailed behind him, dragging a stick along the fence, completely in his own world.

Gojo looked at all three of them like they hung the stars themselves.

And then he looked up at you.

That same look.

The one that always made your chest tighten just a little.

Soft. Warm. Like no matter how much time passed, he still couldn’t believe this was his life.

“Morning, mama,” he called, voice dipping just enough to send a little heat up your spine.

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “You’ve been up since before the sun again, haven’t you?”

“Farm doesn’t run itself,” he shrugged, shifting your daughter as she pointed at everything like she owned it. “Plus, I got a reputation to maintain.”

“Mm,” you hummed, pushing off the railing. “Yeah? As what?”

He grinned.

“The best lookin’, hardest workin’, most loved man out here.”

Kai groaned loudly. “Dad, you say that every day.”

“And it’s true every day,” Gojo shot back without missing a beat.

You laughed under your breath, stepping down off the porch and walking toward them. The dirt crunched softly under your boots, the warmth of the morning settling into your skin.

This life wasn’t always easy.

Three kids.

A whole farm.

Long days, longer nights.

But moments like this?

They made everything feel… right.

Gojo handed your daughter off to Noah—after a very serious “don’t drop your sister” warning—and reached for you instead, pulling you in by the waist like it was second nature.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, low enough that the kids wouldn’t hear.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, glancing up at him. “You out here playing cowboy like you weren’t born to be trouble.”

He smirked. “Oh, I was definitely born to be trouble.”

Your eyes flicked over him again—the way his shirt clung just enough from the work, the flex of his arms, the calm confidence in everything he did.

And then your gaze shifted to your kids.

Kai trying to act like he knew what he was doing.

Noah talking to your daughter like she was his equal.

Her giggling like the world was nothing but joy.

Your chest softened.

Something warm settled deep inside you.

Something… familiar.

Gojo noticed. Of course he did.

He always did.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, thumb brushing absentminded circles against your side.

You hesitated for a second.

Then exhaled.

“…You make it look easy,” you admitted.

He blinked. “What does?”

“All of it.” You gestured lightly. “Them. This life. Being… a dad.”

His expression changed—not in a big way, but enough.

Softer.

More grounded.

“It ain’t easy,” he said quietly. “Just worth it.”

Your gaze lingered on your children again.

On the way they leaned toward him without even thinking.

On the way he caught every little thing—every stumble, every call, every need.

And something in your chest… shifted.

“…I was thinking,” you started slowly.

Gojo raised a brow. “That’s always dangerous.”

You nudged him lightly. “Be serious.”

“I am serious,” he grinned. “You thinking usually ends with me doing more work.”

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers curled slightly into his shirt.

“…I don’t think a fourth would be so bad.”

Silence.

For exactly one second.

Then—

Gojo’s grip on you tightened just a little.

“…You serious right now?” he asked, voice dropping.

You shrugged, but there was a softness in your expression. “I mean… look at them.”

He did.

And something unreadable flickered across his face.

Pride.

Love.

A little bit of awe.

“…We already got our hands full,” he said, but there was no real resistance in it.

“No we don’t,” you countered. “You just said you’re the hardest working man out here.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “You really using my own words against me?”

“Absolutely.”

Your eyes met his again, steady.

Warm.

Hopeful, but not pushing.

Just… open.

Gojo stared at you for a long moment.

Then he glanced back at the kids.

Your daughter now sitting in the dirt like she owned it.

Noah arguing with Kai about something that didn’t matter.

The sound of their laughter filling the air.

He exhaled slowly.

Then looked back at you, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“…Yeah,” he said, quieter this time. “Yeah… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Your heart skipped.

And just like that, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead—lingering just a second longer than usual.

“Guess I better keep working hard then,” he murmured.

You smiled, leaning into him as the morning stretched on around you.

And for the first time…

The idea of one more little laugh echoing across the fields didn’t feel overwhelming at all.

It felt right.