#fuck slash snuff kink

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Hi dear! I’m not too sure if this is too specific or odd for you to write, but if not may I request Vincent comforting his pregnant s/o after Bo makes a rude comment about their baby bump size? Thank you so much and take care 💕

Anon, I'd love to do more 'mature' kind of stuff like pregnancy and other related kinks -Lactation kink and such- This fic is just fluff though! Take care of yourself and thank you! 🐇💕

Vincent Sinclair x Female Reader (Pregnant Reader)

Underthecut - Fluff, Angst, Jonesy being a good girl, Pregnancy stuff, Bo being a dick, Mentions of Killing and noncon (Brief and not with the reader)

"You know, I wouldn't doubt if half of that bump was from all that food you've been eatin." Bo snarked as he caught you mid-waddle down the streets of Ambrose with Jonesy in tow.

Jonesy whined and gave Bo a soft ruff. Her wet nose tickled your fingers.

You froze. Shoulders slumped as you spoke with a vulnerable tone, "I'm pregnant you backwoods bastard." The tears welled up, bottom lip trembled as he shuffled back to the house of wax.

Bo hollered out to you, "Aw, c'mon, sweetpea! I'm just messin around!" Jonesy, tell er!"

Jonesy barked and growled at Bo as you two made your way up the street.

Every sniffle and tear made you feel like shit as if you didn't already. "Thanks, Jonesy." You patted her head, "God, your uncle sure is a dick. And he's basically my stupid brother-in-law"

You broke out into a sob, Jonesy pressed her weight against your legs, her whines telling you she understood. Might not fully understand why you were upset, but upset nonetheless.

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Vincent busied himself with his latest creation, a teddy. He wanted it to be perfect. It was for her firstborn child after all, and that little munchkin deserved the best.

The best...

He pounded, a slight frown as he sat back in his chair. Could he give the best? Could he give his child everything their little heart desired? Realistically he knew no parent could.

It still ate away at him. Festered deep within him after the rush of excitement at the pregnancy news had worn off.

It had taken months of talking to calm him down about his appearance. Would the baby be scared of him? Screech and scream as he neared, as he neared you.

"Vincent, the baby doesn't know the concept of 'normal' They'll simply see you as their father."

He wanted to cry when you spoke those words to him.

He wasn't usually soft, years all walls being put up made him cold and calculating. No one was to tear them down.

No one but you.

"Vincent, stop worrying. Things will work out, you and Bo have been at this whole thing for years now. Sure a Baby is hard work but, we can do it."

More words replayed in his head,

"You know, Vince, I'm just as nervous. I too worry if I'll be good enough."

He cursed himself, he wished he could verbally to you just how amazing you'll be. How beautiful you look pregnant and how much more you'll look while carrying the baby in your arms.

He knows you'll look pregnant while you breastfeed, how naturally it will come to you. How the baby will cry when out of your arms.

Prayed the baby would never cry in his arms. Prayed you were right and the baby just saw him as a dad. Not some freak.

"The mask will scare him, Vince. So don't wear it around the baby!"

Vincent shook his head, snapped his attention back to the little teddy bear he was working on.

It had beige fur with buttons for eyes. Two blue-coloured buttons to match his eyes. A white snout with a sewn-in pink nose. It had a little black side smile, like the one you gave him when you were being smart with him.

Vincent perked up, the sound of his two favourite girls entering through the basement door elated him.

"Vincent?"

his heart stopped as your wobbly voice carried down the stairs.

"Vincent, I need you."

Vincent moved quicker than he could have imagined. A hand ran over Jonesy as he dashed up the stairs to place his large hand on your belly.

"Is...it...time?" He coughed as he held a powerless look. His heart sank as he watched the tears freely flow from your eyes, down your delicate cheeks.

"No, it was," A hiccup and a long sniffle, "Bo. He implied I looked fat!"

You collapsed into Vincent's arm with an audible thud, your heavy sobs muffled as you buried your face into his chest.

Vincent rolled his one eye and scooped you up. He bit his lip, his unscared cheek went pink as his chest rumbled.

He set you down on the bed next to Jonesy. He playfully shook his head as he looked down at you.

"What? Go kick his ass!"

Vincent clenched his chest, a wide smile, soft huffs from his mouth, he was laughing, to the best of his ability.

"It's not funny, Vince! You don't say that to a pregnant lady!"

He knew you were right, Bo shouldn't have said it. Was still funny how your hormones got the best of you. Normally if Bo would say such a thing to you, it would turn into a full-on verbal showdown.

Vincent sat behind you on the bed, pulled you into his chest, rested his chin on your shoulder as he pulled up the large t-shirt you wore. His. To rub your swollen belly.

You shifted uncomfortably as his fingers traced over your stretch marks. A slight whimper as his free arm wrapped itself around your chest, "Vinny, those are sore too," You gestured towards your breasts.

"M..sorry." He eased up but kept your firm against him.

His gentle strokes on your tummy, a figure pattern on your large baby bump had you sigh, your muscles eased as you shimmied closer in his arms.

The heat rose to your face, "Thanks, Vinny." You kissed his cheek, "I'm not fat?"

He coughed in an attempt to chuckle, "No...You...look beautiful."

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"Hey," You shuffled around Jonsey, an impromptu dance as you kept giggling when she pushed her snout under your large shirt. Her wet, cold nose on your sensitive skin making you shriek and jump. "I think she's excited for the baby!"

Vincent sat on the large rock outside, his sketchbook in hand, the charcoal dusting his fingers as he captured the scene in front of him.

Each stroke was careful, each tiny detail was deliberate.

The way you moved in tandem with Jonesy was captured on the worn page.

"Well?" You shot him a look before you screamed, Jonesy's wet nose making contact with your belly. "You think she's excited or what?"

His smile made your chest tingle, your heartbeat out of synch for a few beats.

"You excited to meet your baby sister or brother?" Jonesy sneezed, her tail whipped about like a weed wacker gone loose. Her brown eyes held a warmth to them.

That was it.

Vincent worked furiously on the page, the way his two favourite girls shared a moment made his creativity course through him.

He silently cursed Bo. This would be a perfect opportunity to captured these moments on camera. But, "Hey, I need a momento of me and this blonde!" If momento he meant a porno slash snuff film...well fuck him then.

Maybe it was fair. He did hog the camera. From making Sex tapes with you, from basic sex to one long video of him drugging you and dressing you up. Many videos featuring the aftermath of his kills.

"Vincent!"

your voice snapped him out of his recollection.

"Vincent!" The way you joyously called to him as Jonsey greedily kissed your tummy with her nose had him carefully set down the sketchbook. "You better get over here!"

He grabbed you, you back against his chest as he held up your bump. The way he sighed and leaned back told him the action was appreciated. But, it held you in place and, allowed Jonesy to give you all the kisses she wanted.

"Vincent!"

[littleboba]

❝ your daddy issues are showin’ ❞

♡ ── wc: 817

♡ ── pairing: yami sukehiro x fem!reader

♡ ── desc: friends-with-benefits + daddy kink + rough sex + crying (but not in a bad way, i guess) + comfort cuddling

“y’know ya can just talk to me, right princess?” he sighs and honestly, his perceptiveness surprises you.

you’ve always seen him as a bit of a meat-head, brash, uncouth, foul-mouthed despite his good looks.

the captain of the black bulls is certainly a great lay on days where you can barely stand your own company. he’s incredibly good at helping you forget—but those eyes of his are as sharp as ever. it’s almost like being on the receiving end of his infamous dimension slash.

he stares at you like you’re made of glass parts rather than skin and bone, like there isn’t anything you can hide from him. or perhaps, he thinks he’s staring at a mirror, a reflection of himself or someone he used to be and sort of still is: an outcast.

as always, it takes one to know one.

you scowl, lips twisting in a frown “just fuck me, okay? none of the extra bullshit. i didn’t ask you to come over and play therapist.”

he grumbles when you pluck the cigarette from his mouth and take a large puff for yourself. your wish will always be his command though. he thinks he can lecture you into caring a little more about the situation, maybe knock (or fuck) some sense into you... well, he can certainly try.

yami’s big hands cradle your face just as you snuff out the cig. he kisses you full on the lips, calloused thumbs brushing against the curve of your cheekbones all while you fumble with his belt buckle. in seconds, your back is pressed into the soft couch cushions. yami relishes the momentary look of surprise on your face, but it’s short-lived as you waste no time in taunting him.

“gonna make me surpass my limits, daddy?”

your legs fall open just enough for him to slip two fingers in, scissoring and prepping you for what’s to come. the thought of that pleasant sting from him stretching you open is enough to make you gush all over his hand.

with a huff and a lazy grin he slides another finger between your thighs, prodding your wet folds. “you forget that i can read your ki... you can quit the tough girl act.”

his stubble prickles your cheeks when he leans in to kiss you again; it’s almost endearing. it reminds you of his age and why you prefer him over the silly little boys from your squad, the purple orcas. he isn’t even older than you by much, but his experience and demeanor is something you find mouth-wateringly attractive.

there are no other sounds being made in your tiny little apartment except your squelching cunt and each moan that tears through your throat everytime yami curves his fingers.

“yami—please.” you whine. “fuck me already. please daddy.”

yami grunts against your mouth. one hand pulls out his cock, rubbing himself against your pussy, smearing your cream over the length of it. his other hand is braced against the armrest.

you’re trapped beneath his larger body. a low, breathy moan escapes you as he slips the tip in. he only gives you a second to get used to the stretch before he slides himself to the hilt.

“fuck—” you latch on to his collarbone, sucking and nibbling on anywhere your lips touch.

in response, yami takes his time, building up speed until he’s nearly slamming into you with reckless abandon, almost fucking you right into the sofa.

“this is what you wanted, baby?” he groans.

“yes, yes!” you wrap both legs around his hips.

your mind is racing, going a mile a minute the harder he fucks you and with each thrust you feel yourself getting close, nearing the edge of your pleasure. yami grip shifts to your thighs and you just know you’ll be feeling sore later on. still you beg for more. for him to fuck you harder and faster. he can feel your cunt twitching and clenching around him, spasming sporadically.

your orgasm surprises you, completely catching you off guard. stars burst behind your eyelids, and it’s only when you open them that you realize a salty stream of tears is leaking from the corner of your eyes. once yami catches sight of them, he pauses. his fast pace comes down to a slow thrust.

“you doing okay?”

hot tears continue past your fingers even as you nod. "y-yeah, i'm fine—i don't—”

yami cuts you off with a kiss, pulling out and cradling you to his chest. his muscular arms surround you better than any form of barrier magic; his hold warm and comforting and apparently just what you needed.

"god...this is not what fuck buddies do." you murmur against his collarbone. “but...thanks, i guess.”

he hums with lips pressed against your hair. you feel the rumbling of his chest right against your own. "you don’t ever have to ask, princess. y’know i’m always here.”

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