#like getting pregnant is a big no no for me

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kitten dad | Kuroo Tetsuro

or when your persian princess get pregnant by the black tomcat of the hot neighbor

-> post timeskip Kuroo Tetsuro X fem! reader | strangers to lovers

-> wordcount: 7.5k

-> tags: soft nsfw close to the end, sloooow burn, mutual pinning, post timeskip

@ anni says: I had to take this out of my head. already thinking about part two. let me know if it's too much bc I found it very dragged, idk. hope you enjoy

Marching torwards your neighbor door, you question yourself how is that even possible.

Your cat, Lola, a white persian, lies lazily on the animal carrier, and you huff annoyed, looking at her.

“I thought you hated other cats, you little troublemaker” — you mumble to the cat like she can understand you. And for her lazy grumbling, you know she can.

You knock on the white door three times. It’s late enough for the guy already be at home from work, but not late enough for him to be sleeping, you think in your head, looking at the 20:37 appearing at your watch. He’s a corporate worker like yourself, you saw him many times in the elevator with his suit and tie and his badge—

You were dry cut mid thought by the door opening, and the delicious scent of musky soap invading your senses.

Kuroo is standing, puzzled, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top, slightly wet hair, tilting his head. The girl next door, he thinks to himself.

He had seen you around countless times on the common areas, in the elevator, in the pool in a skimpy bikini, even at the gym. But what could you possibly be doing on his door?

You look at him, allowing your eyes to fall in his figure for miliseconds, enough to take notice of his strong biceps on show. Scrumptious. Then you focus back on his face.

“Hi, neighbor. Your cat just impregnated my kitty.”

He just looks at you for a couple seconds, his eyes slightly widening as the words slowly sunk on his brain.

“Excuse me?” — He asked, blinking. He’s either really tired or you are saying the most unlikely thing ever, and he didn’t know what is worse.

You squint, still a little annoyed, but slowly getting amused.

"Sorry the suddenness... you're the owner of that black short-haired cat, aren't you?"

You ask, and as if on cue, the little fella appeared strutting and mumbling a grumble behind Kuroo's legs, apparently curious of who's in the door

Kuroo looks down at the cat and then back at you, his eyes widening a bit as realization sank in.

“Ah— yes…” He says slowly, his eyebrows knitting in a frown. “This is Loki, yeah”.

He looked down at the cat again, who is now sitting and looking up at you with his big, yellow eyes, as if he knew exactly what you were about to say.

Kuroo crouched down to scratch behind Loki’s ears, his lips quirking into an amused grin.

“Looks like someone had a productive week,” he said dryly, casting a glance back up at you.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Productive? That’s one way to put it. My vet bill is going to be very productive, thanks to him.”

Kuroo straightened up, the movement drawing your eyes to the way his tank top stretched across his chest. You swallowed quickly and forced your gaze to his face— a smirking face, of course.

“Alright, I guess I owe you an apology?” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Though, to be fair, it takes two to tango. Maybe your girl couldn’t resist Loki’s charm.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his playful boldness. “Excuse me? My Lola is a lady of standards.”

“Clearly,” Kuroo said with a teasing edge, his smirk deepening. “I mean, look at Loki—absolute catch.”

You tried not to laugh, but a small snort escaped, and you covered it with a cough. “Okay, fine. Maybe they’re both to blame. But seriously, I thought she hated other cats. I didn’t even know they interacted.”

“Cats are sneaky like that,” he replied, shrugging, his tone light but his gaze lingering on you for just a second too long. You felt a strange warmth creep up your neck and mentally cursed him for being so... distracting.

“Well,” you started, clearing your throat and glancing down at Lola, who was now staring at Loki with her usual haughty expression, “Anyways. Just wanted to let you know that. And to ask if you know anyone who might want some… persian mixed kittens? I figure that the least you could do is help me find a home for them after they born”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re already putting me to work, huh? I didn’t realize Loki’s charm would come with responsibilities.”

You shot him a flat look, though the corners of your lips twitched. “You do realize this is partially your fault, right? Or are you just going to let me deal with a whole litter of kittens by myself?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fair enough. Consider me on kitten duty.” His smirk softened into something a bit more sincere. “I’ll help however I can. They are Loki’s kids, after all.”

Something about the way he said it, the playful yet genuine tone, made your resolve to stay annoyed falter. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Good,” you said, a little less stern this time. “You can start by helping me figure out where to set up for them. I don’t have much space in my apartment.”

Kuroo’s grin returned in full force. “So what I’m hearing is... you’re inviting me over?”

Your eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his boldness, but you recovered quickly, giving him a pointed look, raising your eyebrows smugly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, neighbor. This is strictly business.”

He laughed, the sound low and warm, and you hated how much you liked it. “Strictly business, got it.”

Loki chose that moment to rub up against Kuroo’s leg, his tail swishing as he let out a satisfied purr. Lola, still sitting primly in her carrier, let out an indignant grumble in response.

“Seems like they’ve got a complicated relationship,” Kuroo remarked, glancing down at the cats. “Enemies? Lovers? Frenemies?”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “Let’s just call them… complicated.”

“Works for me,” he said with a wink, straightening up. “Complicated relationships are kind of my specialty.”

Before you could respond—because what could you say to that without your brain short-circuiting?—Kuroo kept going: “I’ll check around to see if anyone’s interested in adopting some kittens,” he added casually. “Can I have your phone number? You know… to discuss kitten details?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, catching the glint of mischief in his tone. You said back with a mocking hint of disbelief. “Uh-huh. Kitten details. Sure.”

Kuroo raised his hands in mock innocence, the smirk still playing on his lips. “Strictly business, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but relented, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “Fine. Give me your phone.”

He handed it over without hesitation, and you quickly typed in your number, labeling yourself as Kitten Lady. When you handed it back, Kuroo glanced at the screen and let out a laugh.

“Kitten Lady? That’s what we’re going with?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Fits the situation, doesn’t it? Unless you’d prefer something more creative, like Annoyed Neighbor Who’s Stuck With Your Cat’s Consequences.”

“I think Kitten Lady has a nicer ring to it,” he said, his grin widening.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the way his playful energy was starting to chip away at your annoyance. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll be hearing from you soon, Kitten Dad.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn’t argue. “Kitten Dad, huh? I’ll take it. Has a nice familial touch to it.”

You sighed, stepping back toward your door with Lola in tow. “Goodnight, Neighbor,”

“Goodnight, Kitten Lady,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you retreat.

As you reached your door, you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder. He was still standing there, Loki in his arms, one hand casually rubbing behind Loki’s ears, his eyes locked on you with an unreadable expression.

You quickly looked away, fumbling with your keys and stepping into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you let out a slow breath, placing Lola’s carrier on the floor and opening the little grid door.

Lola meowed lazily, peeking out of the carrier as if she were judging you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, setting the carrier down and letting her out.

Lola stretched and sauntered off, clearly unimpressed.

You rubbed your temples, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. This was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

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Across the hall, Kuroo closed his door with a quiet chuckle, looking down at Loki, who was now lounging contentedly on the floor.

“Well, buddy,” he said, crouching down to scratch under Loki’s chin. “Looks like you’ve caused some chaos.”

Loki purred in response, blinking up at him with an air of smug satisfaction.

Kuroo leaned back against the door, a small smile lingering on his lips as he pulled his phone out to save your number properly. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment as he read Kitten Lady 🐾.

He stared at it for a beat longer, that grin of his softening slightly. This might just get interesting.

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Surprisingly enough —or don’t— he was the one to text first just a day later. You’re at work, sipping coffee after a meeting, scrambling some papers on your desk when your phone buzzed. The Kitten Dad name made you squint your eyes.

Kitten Dad: Hey, goodday sweetheart. You good? Just got asked when is little Lola due. A friend from work might be interested in having one of the kitties.

I look at the text. A friend from work? He text and I can’t help but imagine how is he at work. Is he a manager? A head? A director? Which department is he from? If I had to guess I would say Sales — he’s charismatic enough to sell sand in the desert.

I huff in annoyance with my own train of thought. Why am I thinking so hard about it? I take my phone to answer.

Kitten Lady 🐾: Hey. Vet said she’s due two weeks from now.

The response was simple, straightforward. Yet, as you set your phone down, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d sounded too curt. No, you told yourself firmly. It’s just a text. No need to overthink.

But then, your phone buzzed again, and against your better judgment, you snatched it up almost immediately.

Kitten Dad: Two weeks, huh? That’s soon. Let me know if you need help setting things up for her. I’m practically a cat expert now.

You bit back a smile. Cat expert, huh? You could practically see that cocky smirk on his face, the same one he’d worn when he leaned in the doorframe last night.

Kitten Lady 🐾: Oh, are you? Should I start calling you Dr. Meow?

It took less than a minute for his reply to come through.

Kitten Dad: Has a nice ring to it. Or Cat Whisperer. Either works.

You let out a small laugh, earning a confused look from a passing coworker. Quickly composing yourself, you turned back to your desk, cheeks warming for no apparent reason.

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By the time you got home that evening, you were surprised to find Kuroo opening his door, like he was waiting for you to arrive to leave and talk to you. He was holding a small, rectangular package in his hands and greeted you with his signature grin as he walked torwads you and your door as you opened it.

“Evening, Kitten Lady,” he said smoothly. “Perfect timing.”

You blinked, shifting your bag onto your shoulder. “Uh, hey? What’s that?”

“Thought I’d swing by and help with that whole ‘setting up for Lola’ thing,” he said, holding up the package. “Got a starter kit—fluffy blankets, soft toys, and some other stuff. Figured it might make her more comfortable when the kittens arrive.”

You stared at him, stunned. For all the teasing and smug remarks, you hadn’t expected this. “You… bought stuff for Lola?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “I mean, it’s partially Loki’s fault, right? I can’t exactly leave you hanging.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. There was a sincerity in his tone that caught you off guard. He wasn’t just trying to charm his way out of responsibility—he was actually being… thoughtful.

“That’s… really nice of you,” you said finally, unlocking your door. “Thanks, Kuroo.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, following you inside.

Lola, as always, was lounging regally on the couch, barely sparing Kuroo and Loki—who had, unsurprisingly, followed him to your place unbothered—a passing glance.

“She really does act like a queen, doesn’t she?” Kuroo said, setting the box down and kneeling to unpack its contents.

“She’s earned it,” you replied, watching as he pulled out a fluffy blanket and a tiny cat bed. “I mean, look at her. She’s unbothered by everything.”

“Clearly,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. “She didn’t even flinch when Loki walked in like he owns the place.”

You snorted, crossing your arms. “She’s probably plotting her revenge for him ruining her peace.”

Kuroo laughed, the sound warm and easy, and you found yourself smiling despite yourself. He had a way of making everything feel light, even when you wanted to stay annoyed.

“Alright,” he said, turning back to the task at hand. “Where do you want this stuff? I’ll help you set up her little kitten corner.”

You hesitated for a moment, but eventually pointed to a cozy nook near the window. “Over there, I guess. She likes the sun.”

“Got it,” he said, grabbing the blanket and bed.

As you watched him work, his movements uncharacteristically focused, you couldn’t help but wonder: was this the same guy who smirked at you in elevators and flirted shamelessly by his door? Because right now, he looked… different. Softer, somehow.

“You know,” you said after a moment, “you’re surprisingly good at this whole ‘cat dad’ thing.”

He looked up, his grin returning. “What can I say? I have hidden talents.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The kitten corner was finally set up, and Lola had already claimed her throne atop the soft new bed. Loki, meanwhile, was having the time of his life pawing at one of the dangling toys Kuroo had brought over, batting it around like a tiny predator.

You were in the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets for something to fix up while Kuroo lounged on the couch. The sound of his laughter floated through the room, warm and unrestrained, as Loki miscalculated a jump and landed in a comically undignified sprawl.

“You weren’t kidding about him being a troublemaker,” you called over your shoulder, smiling to yourself as you grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine you’d been saving for some occasion. This felt good enough.

“Hey, he’s a charming troublemaker,” Kuroo countered, his voice carrying an easy humor. “Loki’s got personality. You can’t fault him for that.”

You rolled your eyes, pouring the wine. “If by ‘personality,’ you mean a complete lack of grace, then sure.”

“Hey now,” he said, mock-defensive, “I’ll have you know he’s a highly sophisticated creature.”

Turning with the glasses in hand, you walked back to the couch and handed him one, tilting your head toward Loki, who was currently tangled in the blanket he’d been pouncing on. “Yeah, I can see the sophistication from here.”

Kuroo snorted, taking the glass from you with a murmured “Thanks,” before shifting to make room for you to sit. You settled cross-legged into the cushion next to him, a comfortable silence falling as you both watched the cats in their oddly synchronized chaos.

“So,” you said after a moment, swirling the wine in your glass, “what do you actually do? Besides spoil Loki and crash your neighbor’s evening.”

Kuroo grinned, taking a slow sip before answering. “I’m a PR manager for the promotion division at JVA. Basically, I work with the teams that keep the company and our sponsors happy. Events, campaigns, all that good stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. “JVA? As in the Japan Volleyball Association?”

“That’s the one,” he said, flashing a toothy grin. “Biggest name in the game. It’s a lot of work, but I like it. Keeps me on my toes.”

“Wow,” you said, nodding. “That actually explains a lot. You’ve got that… people-person vibe.”

“Oh?” he teased, leaning back against the couch. “And what vibe is that, exactly?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “You know. Smooth talker, always charming. Classic PR type.”

Kuroo chuckled, resting his arm casually along the back of the couch. “I’ll take that as a compliment. What about you? What’s the story with… what do you do, again?”

“Marketing manager,” you said, shrugging. “Different industry, same chaos. I work for a firm that handles branding for retail clients. It’s mostly brainstorming ad campaigns and arguing over budgets.”

“Sounds intense,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “But you’re good at it, huh?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “I mean, I guess. I like it. It’s creative, and it keeps me busy.”

“Busy’s good,” he said, nodding. “But it doesn’t leave much time for stuff like this, huh?”

You glanced at him, unsure what he meant, but his gaze was fixed on the cats now. Lola was swatting half-heartedly at Loki, who had resumed his enthusiastic assault on the dangling toy.

“No,” you admitted softly, swirling the wine in your glass again. “Not really. I guess I don’t usually let myself slow down.”

Kuroo looked at you then, his gaze steady but unreadable. “Well,” he said after a moment, his voice lighter again, “it’s a good thing you’ve got me to force some downtime on you, huh?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, is that what this is? A public service?”

“Exactly,” he said with mock seriousness, raising his glass in a toast. “Here’s to kitten diplomacy and responsible downtime.”

You clinked your glass against his, unable to hide your smile. “Cheers to that.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to relax. The warmth of the wine, the sound of his laughter, and the soft chaos of the cats were all more comforting than you’d expected. Maybe Kuroo wasn’t just a charming troublemaker after all.

And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind him crashing your evening.

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Two glasses of wine in, and you were feeling a little loose, the warm buzz in your cheeks spreading to your limbs. The evening had been lighthearted—talking about work, random anecdotes, and occasional jokes about the cats and their ridiculous antics.

You were now sitting cross-legged on the couch, your messy bun more of a loose cluster than a tidy knot, strands of hair falling against your flushed cheeks. You animatedly gestured with your hands, describing some recent event at work. Kuroo is now leaning forward with that usual relaxed, playful energy that made you forget there was anyone else in the room.

“—and I swear, if I have to sit through one more ‘group synergy’ meeting, I’ll scream,” you finished with a dramatic sigh, dropping back onto the couch, rolling your eyes.

Kuroo snickered, leaning back, arms crossing behind his head as he relaxed. “Group synergy? That sounds like a nightmare. You really don’t like your coworkers, do you?”

You shot him a teasing glare, settling deeper into the couch. “I’m professional, I swear. But, seriously, it’s the worst. A whole hour, and not one person had anything worth saying. They spent half the time discussing what color the logo should be on our next campaign. I almost fell asleep.”

“Well, at least the logo’s going to look great,” Kuroo teased, reaching for his glass and taking a casual sip.

You snorted and looked at him sideways, the wine making you more comfortable than you intended. “You’re one to talk. You’ve probably sat through worse in PR. What’s the worst meeting you’ve ever had to deal with?”

Kuroo tilted his head, thinking. “Hmm, I guess the worst was this entire week-long campaign brainstorming session where we just talked about the idea but never actually did anything. People in that room were like… walking around in their own little PR bubbles. I nearly lost my mind.”

“Is that why you’re so laid-back now? You survived that chaos and just decided to become a permanent chill vibe?”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “I figured if I could survive that and still be sane, I deserve to kick back a little.”

You shook your head, still grinning. “I can’t believe you’ve been in that world for so long. You must have some stories.”

Kuroo’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and you realized you might’ve just opened a can of worms. “Oh, definitely. A lot of interesting ones. You know, the kind where you end up questioning your life choices. And not only work-related.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “You’re gonna have to elaborate on that.”

He leaned in, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone. “Alright, alright. So, there was this one relationship I had.” He started, and you raise one eyebrow, not expecting him to just switch from work to personal relationship so quickly “She was a wild ride—great at first, but things got a little… crazy. Started out all perfect, you know? But then she started bringing up wedding ideas after a couple of months, and I’m like, ‘Whoa, hold up.’”

You laughed, raising your glass, poiting at him, remembering the topic from earlier, but not entirely knowing the story. “Wait, wait—this is the ex who nearly got you to the altar?”

“Yup,” Kuroo said with a smirk, swirling his glass, “but I guess she wasn’t the ‘I Do’ type, if you know what I mean.” He winked, and the playful lilt in his voice had you biting back a smile.

“No way. Did she have one of those ‘we need to talk’ moments?”

He nodded dramatically. “Oh, she sure did. But instead of talking, she got me into a whole emotional spiral. I was supposed to pick out wedding rings, and I—” He cut himself off with a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, talk about commitment issues. You would have thought I was getting married to someone else the way she freaked out.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “That’s insane. What did you do?”

“Well, after a long string of very loud discussions, I ended up booking a solo trip to Thailand for some ‘soul-searching.’ I didn’t come back with a ring, but I did come back with a lot of souvenirs and a much-needed reality check.”

Your lips curled into a smile, impressed. “I mean, I don’t blame you. That sounds like a red flag festival.”

“Exactly.” Kuroo leaned back, letting out a chuckle. “I don’t think she ever quite understood why I ghosted her after that.”

You shrugged, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet. She was probably a headache.”

“Oh, definitely,” he said with a wink. “But, hey, I’m better for it. You live and you learn, right?”

Your expression softened, just for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so. Can’t say I’ve been any better at picking ideal relationships either.”

Kuroo’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, and the sudden shift in the air wasn’t lost on either of you. You could feel the tension coil between you, subtle but undeniable. He tilted his head, his tone more curious.

“You’ve had your fair share of messy affairs?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, but your fingers fidgeted with your wine glass. “I mean, I was in an office relationship once. It was… well, it was a disaster, to be honest. Started out all hot and heavy, you know? But once we hit that *‘what’s next?’* phase, everything went south.”

“Office romances are always a gamble,” he said, voice quieter now. “Especially when someone can’t handle the post-work hours realities.”

You let out a soft laugh, but there was a certain edge to it. “Yeah, and the worst part? I thought we were solid. But he ended up freaking out when things got serious. Real ‘let’s keep it casual’ kind of guy.”

There it was again—the unspoken weight in the air. You could feel it creeping closer, like the world had just tilted slightly. You were both leaning in, caught in this space where the conversation could go anywhere—or nowhere.

“Funny how that happens,” Kuroo murmured, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You swallowed hard, lips slightly parted, suddenly aware of how close he was. “Yeah,” you said softly, the atmosphere thickening. “Funny…”

A long beat of silence followed. Then, as if the universe itself had just cleared its throat, Kuroo’s smirk deepened, and he leaned back slightly, breaking the tension just enough to let you both breathe again.

“Well, at least you didn’t nearly get engaged,” he said with a teasing grin. “I think that takes the cake on ‘bad decisions’.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh, relieved for the lighthearted tone again. “I’d be so much better at picking next time,” you said, looking at him with a sly grin. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering down to your lips once more. “Oh? What exactly does that lesson look like?”

You felt the heat of his gaze, and the sudden closeness seemed to make the space between you shrink even further. The way he was looking at you, the slight tilt of his head—it was almost like he was waiting for you to make the next move. It made your heart skip a beat.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus, but it was hard to ignore the way your body seemed to lean in just a little closer, drawn to him like a magnet. “Maybe…” you began slowly, your voice soft but carrying the weight of something unspoken, “maybe I’ll go for someone who doesn’t have a one-way ticket to Crazy Town.”

Kuroo’s lips curled into a half-smile, but it wasn’t as playful anymore. There was a hint of something else lurking beneath. He leaned in, ever so slightly, as if testing the waters. “You know,” he said quietly, “sometimes, a little bit of crazy isn’t always a bad thing.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Is that so?” You met his gaze head-on, not backing down, but feeling your pulse pick up.

“Yeah,” Kuroo replied, his voice lower now, his tone shifting, “sometimes it’s just the right kind of chaos that makes things… interesting.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke, the words heavy with an almost tangible tension.

For a moment, the space between you seemed to dissolve entirely, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was this close to crossing that line. The line you both knew was there, but neither of you had acknowledged it yet.

“Is that what you’re offering?” you teased lightly, though you could hear the slight quiver in your own voice.

Kuroo’s smirk widened just slightly, but the warmth in his eyes remained. “Maybe…” His voice trailed off, but the way he said it made you feel like there was more to it, like he was almost daring you to take it further.

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in just a little, your lips almost brushing as you whispered, “Maybe I’m not sure if I want to risk another ‘chaos’ just yet.”

Kuroo's gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest moment, and you could feel the charged atmosphere shifting. The space between you was narrowing faster than either of you could pretend it wasn’t. He leaned in a fraction more, and his breath was warm against your skin. “Maybe… that’s a risk worth taking,” he murmured, his voice now barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced, the distance between you two was practically nonexistent now. You could feel the heat of his body, his presence taking up all the space in the room. The playful teasing was gone—replaced by something far more intimate. More dangerous. His hand reached out, brushing your hair back from your face with a tenderness that had your breath catching in your throat.

Before you could respond, Kuroo's fingers slid gently down your jaw, and his thumb lightly grazed your bottom lip. The gesture was simple, but it felt like the world had stopped. The kiss was inevitable now.

Slowly, almost too slowly, he tilted his head, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most deliberate way. The touch was electric, sending a spark of heat rushing through your veins. You were almost caught off-guard by the intensity of it, but it didn’t take long for your lips to part, inviting him closer.

His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper, as the kiss grew more urgent, more demanding. The world around you melted away, the only thing left was the heat between you two. His lips moved with a teasing confidence, making sure you felt every second of it.

His tongue lapped on your wet cave like a thirsty man that haven’t seen water in years, and the sweet taste of wine made your head spin, chasing his own tongue in a soft sucking move that drove him insane.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath. His lips curled into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Guess that’s one way to make a decision,” he said, voice low and raspy.

You opened your eyes to find him watching you, eyes darkened with something more than playfulness. There was still a hint of the teasing smile on his lips, but now it was accompanied by something far more tempting.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little breathless, “I think I’m starting to see what you mean by chaos.”

He chuckled, his hand still on your neck, fingers tracing small, absent circles on your skin. “Well, I’m not all bad at it,” he said with a wink. Without warning, Kuroo tugged gently on your arm, pulling you toward him until you were no longer leaning back on the couch. Before you could fully process it, you were perched on his lap, straddling him with your knees on either side of his thighs, the space between you two completely gone.

For a moment, you just sat there, a little stunned by how naturally it all happened. His hands slid to your waist, holding you firmly in place as his gaze swept over you. “You look better here,” he said, his voice deep, eyes never leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hide the sudden nerves that started to bubble up in your stomach. “Well, this is a bit of an upgrade.” You gave him a teasing smile, your hands resting on his shoulders, but the tension between you was palpable now.

Kuroo’s fingers tightened just slightly on your waist, his expression turning more serious. “Better be careful. We’re both dangerously close to making some bad decisions here.”

“Are you trying to scare me off?” You tilted your head, the edge of a challenge in your tone, but deep down, you weren’t sure whether you wanted him to back off or pull you even closer.

“Nope,” Kuroo said, his lips curling into a grin as he gently tugged you even closer, your body now pressed against his. “Just making sure you know exactly what you’re getting into.”

Before you could respond, Kuroo’s lips found yours again—hungry, a little less playful this time, but just as consuming. Your body reacted immediately, the heat between you two igniting in an instant. There was no more teasing, no more games. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours, the way his hands gripped your hips, pulling you even closer, if that was possible.

When he finally broke the kiss again, he exhaled slowly, resting his forehead against yours. “You sure you want to keep going?” he whispered, his voice low, but there was no mistaking the desire in it.

You grinned, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw, the touch almost affectionate now, despite the electricity between you. “I think,” you said slowly, your lips curling into a mischievous smile, “I’m already in too deep.”

Kuroo’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on your waist as his smirk returned, cocky and satisfied. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”

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The make out session felt like it went on for hours straight. Enough for Loki and Lola engross themselves in the biggest nap, both balls of fur tangled on the fluffy bed.

One of Kuroo’s hand is sliding up your thigh, his long, slender and strong fingers slightly entering the hem of your cotton shorts, squeezing the flesh in his palm. His free arm is sneaked around your waist, pushing you flush against him on the couch as he spreads his legs, making yours spread in the process.

Your hair is as messy as it can get, your cheeks are flushed, your eyes are darkened and dilated, your white dress shirt have three buttons open and is half slid down your shoulder, exposing just a teasing piece of your black lacy bra, making the cleavage a white canvas for his lips to paint with soft red marks.

In swift subtle moves, your body unconsciously grinds down on his hard erection strained through his pants, offering a delicious type of friction that sends a wave of pleasure through your bodies and is both a torment and a relief. The movement makes Kuroo groan inside your mouth, and you swallow his noises like it can feed you phisiologically speaking.

You two are like a couple of horny teenagers dry humping each other on the couch and almost completely out of it. Almost.

That’s when a couple of knocks and a door bell incessantly ringing filled both your ears. Not from your place, but from Kuroo’s. And he groans deeply.

He completely forgot the boy’s night he planned hosting with Bokuto and Kenma in his place, and he mentally curses the past Kuroo Tetsuro for his life choices. But how can he had antecipated that a cat visit to spoil Lola and Loki’s future offspring would end up in his hot neighbor straddling his lap like a five course meal?

When his phone started buzzing on your coffee table with “owl guy” on the screen, he shouted from under you a “I’m coming, damn it”, more huffed and annoyed than he would like, but he didn’t care at the moment.

The scream pacified the guy out there for now, and he collapsed his head on the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin.

“I gotta go, apparently” — he said while placing soft kisses on your skin, trying to come down from the high and dissipate the intensity between you. You hummed, already resigned with the fate that the momentum between you ended.

“Mkay…” You said, nuzzling in his hair, breathing in the scent of his musky shampoo, trying to tattoo it on your memory. “Go before the guy out there lose his patience,”

He huffed a chuckle on your neck, making you shiver, and you proceed to desintangle yourself from his lap as he stands up. Now standing, Kuroo whistle to Loki, calling him with a soft “Come on, boy” that makes you want it was meant for you. The black cat stands up with his ears perked up, slowly walking behind Kuroo.

You two don’t bid goodbye, not feeling the need to, and the things feel even more unfinished than ever.

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As Kuroo leaves your door, hair messy, traces of smeared pink lipstick on his lips, his jaw and his neck, ragged breath, wrinkled clothes, Bokuto’s eyes widen and he tilted his head like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

“I…” Bokuto started, looking from his door to the door he left “Bro, did I miss your door?”

Kuroo just rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smug smile, walking torwards his door to enter, not bothering answer his question, making the owl guy let out a boisterous laugh

“Ohoho, boy’s night just got a hot topic!”

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Kuroo’s splashed in his couch, sipping from a bottle of water, while Bokuto is sitting on the counter stool, sipping one of Kuroo’s fancy scotches, looking at Kuroo with a funny face.

“Wait, bro, let me see if I got this straight… Your cat… banged the hot neighbor’s cat.. And now you’re doing the same?” Bokuto summarized the story that Kuroo just told him.

“That… sounded… animalistic”

Bokuto snorted, nearly spilling his drink. "Oh, come on, bro. You can’t tell me it’s not poetic. It’s like… fate. Two star-crossed lovers”

Kuroo sighed, rubbing his face with one hand while reaching for his own drink with the other. “First of all, no. Don’t call it fate. Second, Loki didn’t ‘fall in love.’ He just knocked up her cat, and now I’m stuck playing awkward in-law.”

Bokuto wiggled his eyebrows. “And you accidentally ended up in a heavy make-out session with said cat’s owner?”

Kuroo shot him a deadpan look. “Yes, Bokuto. That’s exactly how it happened. I tripped and landed with my tongue in her mouth.”

Bokuto gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “That’s insane! How’d you even keep your balance?”

Kuroo exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you.”

Kenma, who had been half-listening while scrolling through his phone, finally spoke up from the other end of the couch, locking the phone and tossing on the coffee table. “So, are you actually into her, or was this just the wine?”

Kuroo opened his mouth, then closed it. A beat passed. Then another.

Bokuto leaned forward like he could smell the hesitation. “Ohhh, you like her.”

Kuroo groaned, tilting his head back against the couch. “I never said that.”

Kenma didn’t even glance up from his phone. “You didn’t have to.”

Bokuto grinned wildly. “Dude, you totally do. You’ve been all ‘hot neighbor this, hot neighbor that’ for months, and now you’re sitting here, looking like you just crawled out of a romance novel—messy hair, lipstick all over you, breathing like you ran a marathon—”

“Alright,” Kuroo cut in, pointing a warning finger. “I met her yesterday. There’s nothing there. We’re done with this conversation.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes at the topic, but his mind was already back at your place, back to the way you felt on his lap, the taste of wine lingering between kisses, and the way your fingers had tangled in his hair like you belonged there.

Yeah, he was screwed.

Bokuto smirked behind his glass. “You know that’s sus, bro. You never not wanna talk about the girls you hook up, sometimes you even share too much for our ears sake. And now you’re done with this conversation? Weird as hell. Are you high on catnip or something?”

Kuroo scoffed, taking a slow sip of his water, trying to ignore the way his ears burned at Bokuto’s words. “I just don’t feel like giving you two a play-by-play of my night, alright? Not everything is meant for your entertainment.”

Bokuto gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Kuroo Tetsuro, keeping a secret? Scandalous.”

Kenma hummed, eyes narrowingskeptically. “It’s either serious or embarrassing. Either way, he’s hiding something.”

Kuroo groaned, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “Oh my god, can we talk about something else?”

Bokuto, ignoring him completely, turned to Kenma. “Serious and embarrassing is my guess. I mean, look at him—he’s got that ‘I just realized I have a crush’ face.”

Kenma finally looked up, golden eyes scanning Kuroo for a long, quiet second. Then, with the precision of a seasoned gamer landing a final headshot, he muttered with a smug smile, “You’re overthinking it already, aren’t you?”

Kuroo opened his mouth, but no words came out. His jaw tightened.

Bokuto’s grin widened. “Ohhh, he is.”

Kuroo scowled, sinking deeper into the couch. He hated how well they knew him. He hated even more that they weren’t wrong. His brain had been stuck replaying the feel of you against him, the way your breath had hitched when he’d gripped your thigh, the way your lips had parted right before he kissed you again— everything seemingly so physical and superficial, but there’s a deepth he’s not familiar with in the slightest. Is it the cat connection? Is it because you two shared too much right before the make out session and he realized how you’re a mix of smart, successful, hardworking, independent and authentic wrapped up in devastatingly hot body and pretty face?.

Shit.

He needed to get a grip.

With a sigh, he grabbed the scotch glass from Bokuto’s hand and took a sip himself. “I swear, you two have way too much time on your hands.”

Bokuto just wiggled his eyebrows. “And you have a hot neighbor on your hands.”

Kenma smirked slightly, going back to his phone. “This is gonna be fun to watch.”

Kuroo exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “I hate both of you.”

Bokuto just laughed, spinning the empty glass in his hands. “Nah, you love us. Just like you looove—”

“Finish that sentence and I’m throwing you off my balcony.”

Bokuto made a show of zipping his lips but kept grinning like he’d already won. And, honestly, maybe he had.

Because Kuroo was distracted. He was so distracted.

Even as Kenma and Bokuto bickered about what game to play next, his mind kept drifting back—to your place, to the taste of wine and heat on your lips, to the way your fingers had tugged at his hair like you needed him.

It was supposed to be a casual thing. Just some alcohol-induced fun. That’s what he’d told himself when he went for the kiss. But the way his body was still thrumming with leftover electricity and his mind was yearning for a deeper connection told a different story.

And the worst part?

He wanted more.

A lot more.

With a quiet groan, he tipped his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers. Maybe he really was screwed.

Kenma’s voice pulled him back to the present. “So, when are you seeing her again?”

Kuroo scoffed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. “I don’t know. Whenever Loki and I happen to bump into her, I guess.”

Bokuto snorted. “Dude, your cat is literally dating her cat. You have the perfect excuse.”

Kuroo glared at him, but his fingers hovered over your name in his messages. Should he text you? Would that be weird? Too soon? Too obvious?

Before he could overthink it, his phone vibrated with a new message.

Kitten Lady: Hey, I was thinking about making some arrangements in the kittens corner tomorrow. Wanna come help me with it?

Kuroo blinked, rereading the text. A slow smirk spread across his lips.

Kenma, eyebrows widden in a stunned expression, muttered, “He’s smiling. This is worse than I thought.”

Bokuto clapped his hands together. “Boys, we have a situation!”

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More | 💭

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions Of Sexual Activity, Pregnancy, Dad!Lewis, Humor, Fluff

SUMMARY: Anotha one(a baby! yaaay!)

***A/N DISCLAIMER 💌- this is !!!NOT!!! apart of the official Just One More AU, i just thought it was a silly idea to write the fans reacting if he got you pregnant AGAIN 😭 dw, id never torture yall with five kids <333***

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USER1 WHAT??? OMG

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USER2 again????

USER3 ARE YOU NOT TIRED???

USER4 I CALLED IT 😭😭😭

f1 Was itching for this announcement! See them in about 17 years maybe? 🫣🤭🍼

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USER5 planning for a baby that isn’t here yet ain’t crazy??? 😭

USER6 F1 having a contract ready for a fetus was not on my 2025 bingo card?

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USER7 (user6) how come? they did it for a few drivers racing now 😅😂

USER8 oh they get doooown 😭

USER9 LEWIS PLEASE GET OFF OF HER MY GOD

USER10 SERIOUSLY LIKE I PROMISE SHES NOT GOING NO WHERE LET HER GO 😭

USER11 this is why she takes so long to restock the website. too busy HUNCHING 😒

ynusername hunching?????? 😭😭😭

USER12 last time she was pregnant we didn’t get that tour…🥲

USER13 mind you this is the LAST time you sabotages us 😐🫵🏽 (lewishamilton)

USER14 Please tell me this is for a late halloween costume

ynusername yeah, i’m going as me when im pregnant 🙂

USER14 (ynusername) Y/N do not play with us right now..

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USER15 YOU ALREADY HAD A LEGACY. FOUR OF THEM. YOU ARE SO INCONSIDERATE!!!

USER16 this is the greed they talk about in the bible, Lewis…

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USER17 Omggg another little Hamilton 🥹

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YBFF ANSWER THE PHONE Y/N???? 😭

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YBSF bye i should have known when you didn’t wanna hang 😪😫💛

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USER18 No you should have known when she was out here dressing like big pun in them 7x ass clothes

ynusername (user18) Yooo 😭😭😭

USER19 You guys just finding out, meanwhile me and my husband saw her at the superbowl yesterday night. She even waved😅

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ynusername Thanks for keeping a secret! 😘💚🦅

USER20 and you didn’t snitch??? better than me

USER21 (user20) It wasn’t my place 🤷🏻‍♂️

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USER22 Lewis and Giannis going baby for baby this year

USER23 Lewis is winning I fear!

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USER25 Soooo is there going to be a restock for the merch or does this stop it—

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ynusername catch the restock Tuesday! Pregnancy only stops one thing and that’s me from seeing my feet 😭🩷

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“Your fans are plotting on ripping my head off, do you see what they’re saying on twitter?!”

Lewis exclaimed and turned his phone to you, scrolling down his new notifications. You shift under the beds sheets to look at the screen, squinting slightly to read. The replies were filled with shock, as you expected, and some jokes here and there, but mostly shock. You cackle, your plump belly bouncing with every laugh.

“I can’t do anything about that! I told you if you got me pregnant again, I’d hurt you, but it looks like they’re wanting to do my dirty work”

You took the phone from his hands and cuddled up to his side as he covers the both of you with the beds duvet.

He scoffs. “Don’t act like you didn’t ask for it” Tucking his head beneath yours, he bites your neck, making you tuck your chin with a giggle.

“Shut up! That was in the moment…plus, you asked me to say it”

He hums and shakes his head, remembering the night you two conceived completely different than you.

“Nah. I don’t remember asking you to say you wanted another one of my kids. Actually, I remember what you said word for word if you want me to recite it” He mischievously clears his throat, but your hand had already made it’s way over his mouth to shut him up before he even started.

“If you say anything and my babies hear, it’s gonna be me and you” You threatened, Lewis’s eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiles widely underneath your hand.

Suddenly you felt your palm being wet, your instinct being to move. “EW! YOU LICKED ME!”

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💌—another reminder that this is NOT APART OF THE ACTUAL AU!! it’s just something cute i wanted to write as a scenario.

[pochaccoups]

cw — nsfw content minors dni, pregnant sex, size/strength kink, daddy kink, cheol calls reader ‘mama’ once, breeding kink, choking, light degradation, creampie. sequel to put a baby in me.

There’s something different about Seungcheol since he got you pregnant.

It’s not the increased attentiveness to you, or the more frequent spoiling and doting on you, or how extra protective and touchy he’d become. These things you saw coming.

It’s something physical. His aura had changed. Something about him is more… virile. Even more than before.

It’s hard not to notice it as he steps out of your en-suite bathroom with a towel around his hips, hair damp as he pushes it back out of his face, stray droplets of water dripping down his gleaming skin here and there over rippling, veiny muscles and full pecs.

“When did you get so big?” you say to your husband, hoping he doesn’t notice the way you’re squeezing your thighs together.

Seungcheol raises his eyebrows, his mouth curling into something smug. He brings his arms forward and flexes them so that the muscles in his biceps pop. “You finally noticed.”

Normally you would consider throwing something at him for acting so cocky, but frankly your second trimester hormones have turned you into a wild animal. Unfortunately, his stupid display makes your entire body swelter.

“I’m bulking up so that I can be big and strong for you and the baby,” he continues, and for a second your entire vision flashes white.

Between your legs you’re throbbing so hard it hurts, and in your brain there is only Seungcheol’s shoulders, his pecs, his arms, his cock. You need it in you. You’ll die if you don’t get it.

“Fuck me?”

Seungcheol laughs, but he can’t conceal the gleam of arousal in his eyes as he watches you crawl across the bed and tug at the towel that’s covering what you crave.

“I just showered, my love,” he says without a single ounce of actual sincerity. He doesn’t even flinch when you unwrap the towel, let it drop to the floor, and take his cock in your hand as you stroke him to full hardness.

“And you have a pregnant wife who needs to get fucked or she’ll die, so what are you gonna do about it, daddy?”

He bites his lip for a split second, then he’s scooping you up in his thick arms and laying you against the heap of pillows at the headboard, slotting himself between your legs. His mouth is hot on yours, his tongue licking into you, while his hand sneaks its way between your legs and presses at your crotch.

“Do you want my mouth or my fingers first? Or both?” he quips, gazing at you through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.

“Neither. Just want your cock in me, daddy,” you whine, reaching for his dick again.

“You know the drill, my love, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Cheol, I’m soaking wet twenty-four-seven because of the hormones. I’ll be fine,” you say, tugging at his cock like a minx.

Your husband is torn. One part of him wants to treat you with care; against your own judgement, he wants to open you up slowly for him like he always does, like the routine you both know. The other part, the part that is the reason you are as spoiled and adored by him as you are, sees no joy, no point, in not giving you exactly what you want.

The latter part also happens to be more animalistic, clawing its way to the forefront of his mind.

“If you insist,” he grins, tugging your shorts down your legs, spreading you apart for him, but not before he swipes a pillow from beside your head and tucks it underneath your lower back like you’re weightless. The action alone sends arousal flooding out of you.

He wastes no time then, prodding at your dripping cunt with his tip before he lines himself up with your hole. You gasp when he pushes in, slides every last inch into your heat without any resistance until he’s balls deep, until you’re stuffed full of him. While you’re you moaning from the mind-numbing stretch of his cock, his hips fall into a steady rhythm of rutting in and out of you.

His hands find themselves at the hem of your t-shirt, pushing it up over your swollen belly and over your tits too, bunching it up just under your neck.

“So beautiful, god,” he muses, drinking in the sight of you, his pretty wife, full of his child, while his warm hands dance all over your skin. “And all mine.”

He thinks you want to be coddled and pampered and made love to.

“Fuck me hard, daddy,” you whine, clawing up his biceps with your nails. It’s not enough to have him inside you, fucking you lazily like this. You’re greedy, hungry, for more.

There’s reluctance in his eyes as he stares at you, as he gives a glance at your belly. Usually it makes you swoon, how considerate he is of you, but right now it’s pissing you off.

“Ah, but, honey-” he starts, only to be cut off by you.

“I’m not made of glass, Cheol, so use those big muscles of yours and fucking pound me.”

He hisses at the way you clench your pussy around him, taunting him, his hand flying to the base of your neck. “Fuck. You’re being awfully demanding.”

“I think it’s only fair considering you knocked me up,” you grin, watching as he reels his hips back just to slam back into you.

“And who was begging me to a put a baby in her?” he teases, punctuates it with another harsh thrust that makes your mouth drop in a pathetic whimper.

He watches how your eyes roll back finally, feels the way your cunt clamps down on him again, and realises you weren’t being dramatic at all. You were craving a good, hard dicking down from him, and he sees that now, and he knows your cunt can take anything he gives you, so he leaves behind any hesitation, any mercy, and he starts to fuck you hard.

The switch is almost immediate. The tenderness leaves his eyes, replaced with something much darker, and all of a sudden Seungcheol is grunting as he pounds into your sopping hole, his grip on your neck tightening just enough to keep you pinned to the bed. His hips move fast, meeting yours with wet claps of skin against skin, and hard—so hard that the bed frame starts to squeak.

“Ah, f-fuck, Cheol!” you cry, clawing at the sheets beneath you as he hooks your legs over his arms and grabs at your hips, fucking your entire body along his length. His arms bulge as he manoeuvres you as he pleases, his shoulders so broad. The sight makes you hot, makes you gush even more of your juices until the sheets are a mess.

“Huh? Too much, baby? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growls. “Wanted to get fucked like a slut.”

“S-so big, daddy- ah!” you squeal, your nerves on fire with overstimulation as his cock carves open your walls, punches at your sweet spot again and again. The thing about pregnancy is it’s made you a hundred times more sensitive—everything he does, every touch, sends floods of hot, sparking pleasure through you and straight to your core.

You’re also warmer inside, and, like you said, wetter. Tighter, somehow, too. Seungcheol has to use twenty years of the mental discipline he’d learned from his training to not bust then and there from the way your pussy clings to him, tries to pull him inside and keep him locked there.

And he wants so badly to let you. Fuck, how he wishes he could stay inside your heat forever. He curses the Korean entertainment industry and he curses capitalism. He wasn’t born to be an idol, nor to work. He was born to stay buried in your sweet cunt, to keep you filled forever, to put baby after baby inside you.

Something compels him to bend over you, though he’s cognisant of your bump, and to catch your lips in a deep, heated kiss that makes your brain short-circuit. His cock is enough to make you go dumb, but his kisses are what kill every last thought in your brain, until all that’s left there is how good your husband’s dick is.

“My pretty mama,” he coos, hovering against your lips. His frame covers you entirely. “You take me so good, don’t you?”

“Yeah, f-fucking love your cock,” you sigh, grasping at his shoulders only for him to straighten up again a second later, back to letting you admire his figure.

He angles your hips up a little, hitting even deeper now with every stroke, his cock jumping as you reach for his abdomen so you can rake your nails along his soft tummy, behind which is a set of hard, toned muscles. You’ve always loved that he’s not just sharp, hard lines like stone, that when you cling to him, your fingertips sink into thick skin that’s only tough when he flexes.

Seungcheol nearly draws blood from how hard he bites his bottom lip, watching you writhe and whine and moan from the way he jostles you, as your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. His handsome features are twisted into pure concentration and utter bliss as he pounds away at you, determined to make you come undone while simultaneously holding off his own release.

“Wanna cum, daddy,” you keen, tears brimming your eyes. “Want your cum, too. Wanna be full of you.”

“You’re already full of me,” he laughs, full of mischief. “What, my baby in you isn’t enough? Greedy little cumslut.”

“Cheollie, please! Right there.” You’re whining, your hand dipping between your legs to rub at your swollen clit, and you see stars starting to form.

“Cum on my cock for me, baby, and I’ll give you my cum,” he moans, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him and your soul starts to leave your body before he can even finish his sentence. His heart leaps and twists with adoration and love as your tears finally spill over, as you tremble and shake in his hold, rapt with unimaginable bliss.

Your orgasm makes him let go, too, and finally he gives in to the hot, velvety chokehold of your pussy. He cums with what’s almost a whimper, lurching forward so that he can burrow into you impossibly deep and empty every last drop of his seed into you.

Even though he knows he gave you exactly what you asked for, Seungcheol can’t help the post-nut guilt that creeps up on him about the way he’d handled you—so vulgar. It’s even worse now that you’re carrying his baby. He’d fucked you like a toy, not the mother of his child. He’s a disgrace of a man.

Then there’s you, blissed out, skin glowing from being well fucked. You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Twenty minutes is enough for you to recover, right? Because I’m riding you next.”

[woozinhos]

can u write nonidol yunho x reader finding out they’re expecting their first child together pls

Notes: made this one small and cute hehe please request more Ateez hehe I’m in my Ateez era fr

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You had been feeling off for a few weeks now, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You had a few symptoms, like nausea and fatigue, but you didn't think much of it. One day, as you were getting ready for work, you realized that you were late for your period. You had been keeping track for years, and this was the first time that you'd missed it. You took a test, and when the positive result appeared, you were stunned. You couldn't believe that you were pregnant.

You stared at the test for a few moments, trying to process the news. You were pregnant with Yunho's child. You knew that he had always wanted kids, and you were excited to tell him. You thought about how you would surprise him. You decided to make him breakfast in bed and slip the test in with the food. You woke up early the next morning and made your way to the kitchen. You knew that Yunho would be up soon, so you hurried to prepare breakfast.

As you cooked, you carefully tucked the test into a napkin. You placed the food on a tray and brought it to the bedroom. You set the tray down on the bedside table and crawled back into bed next to Yunho. He was still sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. You couldn't contain your excitement. You leaned over and gently shook him awake. "Hey, baby," you whispered. "Wake up. I have a surprise for you." He groaned and opened his eyes, still half-asleep. "What time is it?" he mumbled.

"Early," you replied, trying to keep your voice light and cheerful. "I made you breakfast in bed." He smiled, his eyes still bleary. "You didn't have to do that," he said, sitting up in bed. "But it smells amazing." He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek before noticing the tray on the bedside table.

"What's this?" he asked, reaching for the napkin. You held your breath as he unfolded it, revealing the pregnancy test inside. He stared at the test for a moment, his eyes wide with shock. "Is this...real?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a huge smile spreading across your face. "It's real," you said. "We're going to have a baby." You were starting to worry. He wasn't saying anything, and he was just staring at the test. "Baby?" you asked, gently touching his arm. "Are you okay?" You could see the tears welling up in his eyes, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. He was crying because he was happy, not because he was upset.

"We're going to be parents," he said, his voice cracking. "I can't believe it." He reached out and pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm so happy," he whispered into your ear. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his body trembling with emotion. You knew that this was a big moment for both of you, and that everything was going to change. He stroked your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks as he kissed you deeply. The kiss was filled with passion and excitement, and you could feel his love for you in every movement. When the kiss ended, he pulled back slightly, still holding you close. "We're going to have a family," he said again, as if he was still in disbelief. "A real family."

[kanyerealdaughter]

#PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND

fluff , (fem,reader) , cussing , (katsuki baukgo x reader)

other versions | phinks magcub | taiju shiba | renji abarai.

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imagine asking your boyfriend to shave you down there before you give birth. you would've done it, but your big swollen belly gets in the way every time you try to shave. katsuki large hand rests protectively on your belly again.

" now... how about a warm bath?" he asks softly, knowing how much pregnancy can make your muscles ache.

" okay yeah." you nodded agreeing you gave the green light to katsuki as he helps you stand up, supporting you gently as you rise from the couch. he leads you to the bathroom, running the warm water in the tub and adding some soothing bath salts.

" here, let me help you in." he says, assisting

you into the tub before sitting down beside you. he watches you sink into the water with a small sigh of relief. your baby bump sticks out of the water, round and full. he realizes how protective he feels towards you both. his eyes lower to your body, taking in your fuller breasts, wider hips, and the baby bump.

you started to blush as his eyes roamed over your pregnant body trying to hide underneath the water, he notices your blush and realizes you caught him staring. he grins mischievously, his eyes darkening slightly.

" do you know how sexy you look when you're pregnant?" he asks suddenly, his voice lower than usual. his eyes drop to your breasts again, then to your belly.

" katsuki.." you said softly, but he just chuckles softly at your shy mumble, leaning closer with a playful smirk.

" what? it's true." he murmurs, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your baby bump.

" you're carrying our child, your body's changing beautifully... and it's incredibly attractive."

" no it's not that katsuki.. it's just... um.. i-i haven't shaved.. since you know i'm pregnant.. a-and it's difficult to reach down there with my stomach ..." you said awkwardly, staring down at the water.

he smirks turns into a soft, affectionate smile with his reddish face as he listens to your awkward explanation. he gently reaches out, his fingers brushing against your leg under the water.

" mm yeah.. it's okay, sweetheart. i don't mind at all."

" really..?” katsuki expression softens at your request, his heart melting at the thought of taking care of you, even something as simple as shaving your legs.

" of course, i can do it." he says gently practically scoffing at you like he isn’t capable of shaving you, his hand moving to part your legs carefully under the water.

" just relax, okay?" you nodded slowly, feeling a bit happy once he agreed to do it. he carefully washes your legs and private area with a soft washcloth, being extra gentle around your sensitive skin. he then takes out a razor and shaving cream, applying it carefully to your skin. he shaves your legs and private area slowly and carefully, making sure not to nick you.

"... c-cold.." you said quietly, feeling the coldness of the shaving cream.

" almost done." katsuki murmurs softly, his brows furrowing together to see that he really focused, his fingers spreading your legs wider underwater to get a better angle. he rinses the razor in the warm bathwater frequently to keep it clean.

" lift up a little?"

" okay." he gently helps you lift your heavy pregnant belly with one arm to get better access, his other large calloused hand holding the razor. he carefully shaves around your sensitive area, being extra gentle.

" you're doing good, baby. almost done." he reassures you softly.

" can you spread your legs wider?"

" i-i'm trying..." you mumbled slightly whining as your back arch, spreading your legs the best you could with your pregnant belly making your back get in pain slightly.

" shh, you're doing perfectly." he adjusts your position slightly, helping you balance against his shoulder.

" just a little more..." his voice is gentle and patient as he carefully finishes shaving. once done, he thoroughly rinses the area with warm water.

" there... all cleaned up." he helps you lie back comfortably in the tub again, running a warm washcloth over your sensitive skin to make sure it's completely rinsed.

" better?" he asks softly, his hand resting protectively on your belly. his eyes meet yours with a mixture of love and desire.

" thank you, my love.." you said gently with a nod before sinking into the warm bathtub. his expression softens at your thank you, his heart nearly melting at how sweet and trusting you are.

" anytime, baby. that's what i'm here for.. to take care of you and our little one." katsuki said with his fingers trace circles on your belly under the water.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - idkkk i kinda love this on with bakugo.

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[vibratingskull]

Hello, I had an idea for fic but it's a bit different to what you typically write so I understand if you wouldn't want to write it.

Imagine some rebels...maybe members of ghost crew intercepts some of Thrawns correspondence thinking that it's really important intel only to find it's some sweet back and forth between him and his SO.

They would be so surprised to find the big bad Grand Admiral being all cute in his messages. 👀

Interesting idea, let's see what it looks like!

⁺ 　 . ✦ Thrawn x F!reader ✦ . 　⁺

Tags: Kallus POV, pregnancy mention, Thrawn and reader are secretly married

Kallus types on the keys, eyes fixed on the screen. 

Everyone is asleep in the Ghost but Kallus cannot sleep. They have been hunted mercilessly and now they are exhausted, Hera found a hideout and everyone fell face first in their pillows. 

But Kallus is obsessed with a thought, something he did not have time to investigate while he was still a mole in the Empire. 

He still needs to prove himself to his new rebel companions and he hopes that lead could be his ticket! Back when he was under the Empire he noticed ghost communications emanating from Grand Admiral Thrawn’s personal comms and terminals and while he found them suspicious they were not coded as orders that he needed to dig for the rebellion. 

But now those communications shine in a very suspect light and he wants to get to the bottom of it. 

He is no master hacker and Thrawn evidently changed all the codes of his ship to prevent Kallus from recovering them now that he is a rebel, but Thrawn cannot decide how to modify such encryptions, it obeys a very specific bureaucratic imperial logic. 

Logic Kallus grew accostumed to. 

For 4 weeks he tried to break the code, spending sleepless nights on this forsaken screen destroying his eyes in the dark and tonight he finally got it! 

This is a one-time thing, knowing Thrawn as he does he will realize someone broke his security and stole his secrets.  

And considering the encryptions on those communications, he will be absolutely furious and the hunt will get worse. 

Kallus knows it 

He enters, gathers a maximum of information, eliminates as many proofs of his presence, and runs to wake up Hera to change hideouts immediately! 

He thought he would discover a one-way channel through which Thrawn transferred his plans to the Imperial palace to the Navy’s siege or even Lord Vader or the Emperor...  

But he noticed those data left the Chimaera to return straight back to it... 

Internal ship discussions do not use the triads to be sent and use an intranet and a computer to communicate informations. But Thrawn decided to muddy his trail by sending the data to a triad that recodes it again before sending the data back to the Chimaera. 

With whom was he communicating and about what!? 

He finishes typing his command and a new window pops up before his eye 

A Discussion 

To a certain “Ch’acah” 

He never encountered that word. Is that a title? Nobody on the Chimaera is named Ch’acah. 

... 

What the hell...? 

Ch’acah: ”How was your day, Thrawn?” 

Thrawn: “Uneventful. My planning brought us to victory again and we are gaining in the rebels. Only Konstantine remains a wild card.” 

Ch’acah: “Again? When will he learn that we need his cooperation for the plans to work as intended? He can’t allow himself to do what he wants like that!” 

Thrawn: “I agree.” 

Ch’acah: “I will try to have a word with him.” 

Thrawn: “Thank you for your concern Ch’acah, but I would prefer you refrain. It will only had to your stress, and you do not need stress right now.” 

Ch’acah: “I am pregnant, not dying, silly.” 

Thrawn: “I prefer to be safe than sorry.” 

... 

Kallus blinks and reread all of that. 

Pregnancy? Daring to call Thranw ‘silly’? 

What did he stumble across? 

He keeps reading 

Thrawn: “I would never forgive myself if something happened to our baby.” 

Ch’acah: “Nothing is going to happen to me or the baby, especially when I am with you on the Chimaera. I know you will do your best to protect us.” 

Thrawn: “I am doing my best. Nothing will ever reach you two while I am alive, I swear it Ch’acah.” 

Ch’acah: “Hihi, I know my love, I know.” 

Thrawn: “I miss you daily even though we see each other every day. Hiding ourselves from the world tear my heart to pieces.” 

Ch’acah: “You can reenact your marriage proposal on the bridge before everyone else if you want! <3” 

Thrawn: “ (Y/n)... You know I cannot.” 

Kallus almost spat out his caff 

YOU? 

You and... Thrawn are together? A couple? And you are pregnant?! 

He remembers chatting with you from time to time and honestly praising your performance when he was still loyal to the Empire, when he turned to the rebellion he started avoiding you, judging you as a danger to his cover. 

He always found you competent and intelligent, and visibly Thrawn thought the same and got seduced. 

He would have never guessed Thrawn would get his heart stolen! And by you? 

You were more dangerous than he first judged! 

Thrawn: “If we are revealed you would become a target. The rebels and the Empire will try to get to you, to the baby, to reach me.” 

Ch’acah: “I know... I was joking. Me too I would prefer to be free to hug you whenever I want...” 

Thrawn: “Soon, Ch’acah, soon... When my true plans will succeed, when I know everyone in the galaxy is safe from that exterior threat, we will be together and free. I love you, ch’eo Ch’acah, more than anything.” 

Ch’acah: “Me too, my love, more than anything.” 

Kallus takes a minute 

This is not what he expected 

Not at all even 

He feels like he walked in on something he should have never seen... 

He never suspected that... softer... side of the Grand Admiral Thrawn. 

He doesn’t know if that humanizes him in his eyes or gives him the creeps. 

Thrawn is deadly and Kallus doesn’t really want to discover how he is when someone were to stand between him and you... 

Between him and his baby... 

Kallus thinks, does he even have it in himself to target a pregnant woman? 

Would it not be what an Imperial would do? A rebel would probably have more morals than that... 

Kallus contemplates the messages, the love that was hidden even to his eyes. He remembers you as a diligent and loyal officer to Thrawn and the Chiss showed respect to your person and gave a lot of consideration to your opinions on his tactics and plans in retrospect. 

Now that Kallus has those informations, a lot of things click in his mind, about you and Thrawn’s behaviors in the presence of the other. 

A secret couple 

A hidden pregnancy 

Thrawn is right about one thing, the Emperor will certainly try to get that baby, the offspring of his most prized tactician 

This is literally a death sentence for you, it is only a matter of time. No rebel will even need to intervene: if Thrawn does nothing, the Emperor will get to him himself. 

Kallus decides to exit the conversation 

Destroys as much proof of his visit as he can 

And stand up to wake up Hera and flee somewhere safe. 

Thrawn will never allow such secret to spread and will do his best to hunt the intruder until he slits his throat 

But somehow 

For some reason 

Kallus sympathizes with his new enemy, he would not want to be in his position 

Never. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174@davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @janjtje @helrose8

[cakerybakery]

Adam subconsciously feeding Lucifer, putting larger portions on Lucifer’s plate, talking him into dessert, feeding him snacks. Not realizing he’s been fattening Lucifer up a bit until Lucifer mentions he’s getting a little chubby with surprise.

Lucifer turning to look in a mirror and poking the bit of pudge on his belly with a laugh. His body hasn’t changed since the fall.

Looking up, seeing Lucifer has put on a bit of weight, Adam gets hard. He’s reminded of Eve. Of Cain growing in her belly. The weight she carried for the rest of her life from their babies.

“God, you would look hot pregnant.”

There’s a moment of silence as Adam realizes he spoke out loud and Lucifer processes what Adam said.

Lucifer smirks, “I guess you can take the breeder out of Eden, but he’s still going to have his kinks.”

“That’s not—“ Adam stammered, trying to think of an excuse. “It’s not like that.”

Dropping his dress shirt, Lucifer started undoing the buttons and walking towards the bed. He shedded the shirt and shimmed his now too tight pants off before getting up onto the bed and crawling towards Adam.

“It’s not?” Lucifer playfully pouted. He’s sat up for a moment and cupped his chest, when he pulled his hands away there was a set of nibbleable breasts.

They jiggled from the movement, like creamy jello, the nipples little cherries, and by god, Adam wanted to devour those sweet treats. Put each nub in his mouth and suck on them, flick them with his tongue, he wanted Lucifer moaning from the attention.

“How about now?” Lucifer asked. “I know you love breasts.”

God, he did love tits. They were just so, hmmm.

Adam wiped away a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth at the idea of his boyfriend’s tits becoming engorged with milk, of that usually small tummy getting hard with their baby.

Lucifer was on him, gently pushing him back down into the bed, Lucifer’s hands kneading his chest.

“You want to get me pregnant, Adam?” He purred.

Dumbly, Adam nodded. Yeah. He fucking wanted that so bad.

“Okay. Let’s have a race then. You can fuck this pussy and in return, I get to fuck yours.”

“I don’t have—“

Lucifer pulled his hands away and Adam’s soft pecs were more like breasts.

“But you can have.” Lucifer stood up, his fingers revealing a welcoming cunt. “If you want to blow a load in me and have a shot at knocking me up, then this is the deal.”

The odds of either of them getting pregnant were practically nil. Even when trying he and Eve sometimes took months to have a baby on the way. But Adam liked of trying as much as he liked the idea of Lucifer pregnant. Why not?

“Deal.”

What’s the worst that could happen?

Six months later.

Angel spotted Lucifer and Adam on the couch, he needed a good laugh. “Tell me again, Adam. Why did you think making a deal with the devil wasn’t going to end badly?”

Adam smacked him with a throw pillow and sent the spider scurrying away.

He groaned as the movement woke the twins up and they started their usual gymnastics.

“Aww, the boys giving you trouble?” Lucifer reached over and patted Adam’s large belly. “Oh!” Lucifer looked down and rubbed his own stomach. “Feels like our daughter doesn’t want to be left out of the fun.”

‘It wasn’t fair,’ Adam bemoaned to himself. ‘Lucifer’s is so fucking hot, but both of us being pregnant means we’re too big to have sex.’

At there there were still toys and handjobs to help.

“Next time, let’s just flip a coin to see who carries.”

Lucifer laughed. “Deal.”

[genderqueer-miharu]

Some observations:

For some reason the male prisoners are the only ones with the intertwined zeros in their numbers.

The keys designs are interesting but i'm not really a key expert so i can't say if the designs are specific models or something. I do have a few things to say on some of them.

Kotoko's key has a diamond in the middle and triangles to the sides. Mayyyyybe this could be an allusion to her victims but it's hard to say.

Someone has already pointed out that mikoto's key looks like.

The three circles on amane's key remind me of the clouds that are part of her cult's logo and the clouds seen in The Purge March.

Mahiru's key seems to be a birdcage key

Fuuta's key is bent for some reason. Maybe this could be an allusion to kotoko's attack?

Haruka's key is broken in such a way that one circle is separated from the other two. Makes sense considering what happened in his story.

The keys are cool but tbh the numbers are my favorite detail:

The 1 in kotoko's number is close together with one of the zeroes, while the other one is further away. Kinda makes it look like the 1 is protecting the 0 from the other one.

The zeroes in Mikoto's are together onviously making an allusion to John. I wonder if the nine being further away symbolizes something else. Maybe his victim?

Don't actually have much to say about Amane's number except that it looks like one of the zeroes is slipping away from the image.

Kazui's is very fun, the overlapping zeroes look like rings tangled together, they look both like engagement rings and the big rings magicians use for the trick where they try to separate them. Wait...separate...an engagement...? Oh Kazui what did you do~

Nothing much on Mahiru's number other than the 6 and one 0 being together while the other 0 is separate from them. Again maybe pointing at a 3rd party involved in this whole thing.

Shidou's is another wierd one, i was thinking the zeroes here were supposed to resemble engagement rings again like in Kazui's, but i don't really understand why the 5 is separated from them. Maybeeee shidou's the 5? If so then i don't really get the zeroes.

Mu's zeroes are together though they don't overlap, while once again the main number is separate. I was thinking the zeroes representes Mu's group turning on her, but i was also thinking they look like eyes, which might instead be a reference to Rei finding out about what Mu has been doing (see that scene in It's Not My Fault)

Fuuta's is another one that's really fun. It seems to follow on the same concept as Mu's but this time the zeroes are intertwined, which i can't concretely say what it means in this context.

Yuno's is one of my favorites, the zeroes are closer but not as much as Mu's, while the 2 is much closer to one of them than the rest of the numbers. I think it really encapsulates Yuno's attitude and feelings regarding relationships and her cold personality. The zeroes are together showcasing some kind of closeness together, but still there's a distance between them, despite how close they might be. Also as a last observation because if i'm the only one who thought this but i can't unsee it, but the 2 being so close to the 0...kiiiinda looks like a pregnant woman's sillhouette?? I feel like this is just me i might be grasping at straws but i couldn't unsee it once i did.

Haruka's is my favorite. It kinda follows the same idea as what i mentioned with his key. The two zeroes once again are intertwined while the main number is separate from them...but this time is much MUCH further away from them, like damn this is the same thing they've done with the other numbers but this time they put a lot more distance between them and put the 1 all alone. The zeroes are even slipping away from the image. Amazing.

[Image description: Images showcasing the countdown for trial 3 in Milgram. The images show different types of keys for all the prisoners along with their numbers from 10 to 1. Some of the keys are broken. All the images have the text written "Milgram Season.3 - 2025.02.12 - Coming Soon". /End description]

Milgram trial 3 countdown

[tastyad4349]

I just want to find a girl with a belly kink. Someone who I can stuff until her belly is achingly full and distended. Then I’d slip an inflatable enema plug in her and let her slowly fill up with warm water while I eat her out and tell her how beautiful her swollen belly looks. When she’s full and can’t take any more I’d seal up the plug and slide into her from behind. I’d snuggle and rub her swollen belly with one hand and tease her clit with the other hand or maybe a vibrator. All the while whispering in her ear how she thinks she’s full now but I’m going to pump her full of cum and knock her up. How I’m going to flood her womb with my seed and my little swimmers will find her egg and join with it. How our baby will take root in her uterus she’ll be mine. How soon we won’t need to stuff her or fill her up at all for her to feel this full. She’ll get to wake up this big and distended every day. Then after teasing her mind and her clit until she cums all over my cock a few times she’ll start begging for more than just the precum that’s been leaking out of it. I’ll make her beg me to fill her up and make her a mommy. She’ll get a little bratty and demanding and I’ll have to act like I’m getting annoyed. I’d grab her hips and start thrusting into her letting her full belly wobble back and forth. The sloshing makes her imagine how being kicked from inside her womb will feel soon. I rut her faster until she cums on me again and I can feel my orgasm building. “It’s time to make you a mother” I tell her just before I start to buck and cum flooding her with with my seed. I instinctively push it as deep as possible bumping my cock against her cervix. My intention focused on getting her pregnant, on making sure she’ll be carrying my child, on marking her as mine. After I’ve drained all I have into her I’d leave my cock inside her and rest my hand on her belly, imagining our child forming inside her. We would talk about names and imagine what they’ll be like. We’d wonder how big her belly is going to get and if it will get bigger during her first or second pregnancy. We’d fall asleep still snuggling and caressing her swollen belly and dream of things to come.

Oh wow I love a lil novel. I get this though, that sounds absolutely lovely 💚

[utilitycaster]

(I’m sure you’re getting a lot of asks right now, so if this isn’t a fun avenue for you, feel free to pass on over.)

So, the Vax of it all.

As a person who really loved Vax’s portrayal and his arc, the end of C1 was powerful and poignant. Dalen’s Closet was the perfect cherry on top of a truly bittersweet ending - a really touching way to give the characters some final interactions and show that he didn’t feel trapped or tortured by his duties as a champion. It gave a lovely sense of closure - with the button put on it that Scanlan couldn’t even cast the spell again, so it really reinforced the idea that magic had natural rules and consequences to big asks.

And then C3.

Obviously Vax was always going to factor into this campaign (one of the cast described this as their Avengers Assemble plot, after all), but with the way Matt had him appear and knowing how the rest of the cast was going to react to it, it really seemed like this ending was inevitable.

Considering that she was the bait in the first place, Keyleth was always going to realize where Vax was, always going to draw in the de Rolos to save him, and being familiar with Matt’s DM style (as well as any of us can be) I have a hard time believing he was going to do all that and then steer them towards an ending that would just have left Vax back as a champion - or even dead. Possible, but seemed pretty unlikely. (forgive my ignorance, I’m sure this is exactly what people were saying about Molly’s resurrection too, I wasn’t in the fandom then, but that at least was a DICE roll that concluded on camera, no way around that)

But now I’m just… so confused by so many choices. When did Matt decide this? Did Liam agree? If this was going to be the ending, why did he have the Raven Queen explicitly say ’you have one more night on Exand-- JK, hang out as long as you like, go look up that girlfriend of yours!” Was it JUST so the Vaxleth reunion would be the last scene of the campaign? W h y a n y o f t h i s ? But-- none of those are things we can really know the answers to, of course.

So my REAL question is, how would you have liked to have seen Vax brought into this story? A defender of the Raven Queen, going as far as to oppose Bell’s Hells (gods, can you imagine what the fandom would have done)? Would you have liked him to appear at all?

Btw, I’ve loved following your blog through this campaign - these last handful of episodes, I’ve been checking in daily like it’s my morning paper. Even on the rare occasion I do find my opinion differs, I find your analysis so thorough, so thoughtful and always entertaining. Excited (and maybe a little wary…) to see what we’ll get in C4! I, uh... sorry for the ask-wall-of-text.

So I will admit, I thought, until early in the finale when it became clear this was just the equivalent of the flavorless pure sugar drink they give pregnant people to test glucose tolerance, that Vax would be freed from his duties and laid to rest. The part with champions serving as protectors of the gods' realms honestly hadn't occurred to me but you could have done it with Morrighan (still physically alive) taking on the mantle and Vax passing on to the afterlife. Because the thing was, Vax was dead, the Raven Queen said "you can be alive temporarily as a revenant," and then once his mission was over, he died. He was literally already dead. I also maintain it was not an inevitability from the Orb situation; obviously I have no fucking idea what Matt had in mind, clearly, but in a case where Predathos remains sealed, then the Vax situation remains as it was; and in a case where Predathos is freed and devours the gods I think he dies more horribly vs. a gentle and kind passing (or perhaps some hail Mary scenario where after Predathos has glutted itself and left, he can perform the rites of ascension himself).

I guess the short answer is I really don't think this was inevitable because I think the vast majority of the finale and no small part of the campaign was again just. things happening because they needed to happen to get to the ending where Bells Hells were ostensibly happy (it's not very fulfilling to have everything given to you without it meaning anything), but I can think of a number of ways to run any final scenario re: Predathos and the Raven Queen where Vax doesn't come back. That was a very specific choice, and it was, as many of us have pointed, an immensely stupid one that was utterly unnecessary.

[amrass]

A take on Micah Bell's full backstory

So this is a new kind of post to me, a big-ass fan theory of sorts, but I've always enjoyed the more out-there takes in fandom. Also I've been sitting on this for months so it's nice to get it out.

In short, I made up a full backstory for Micah from the few scraps of information that are given in game. I'll go through some of those details first, then go through my own take in four sections:

Part 1: The way of the grandfather/the legacy of Micah Bell the First Part 2: Early years/Competitive survival Part 3: Young Adulthood/O'Driscoll Boy!Micah Part 4: Later Adulthood/Evil Bounty Hunter!Micah

(Note that the 1st and 2nd part will spoil my fanfic series The Devils, but it can still be read, as it's full of juicier details.)

Canon and semi-canon details from his backstory

So we don't know a whole lot, hints only given by select dialogue and a newspaper clip. Micah is the third in line in a family of outlaws, and ran together with his father and brother Amos for a while. His father was wanted for murder all over the place, and seems like a man with dark charm ("Ain't life grand?") and a temper (nearly killing Amos). Amos, who ran away from the family tradition, wanting nothing to do with it. You can read about them on various online encyclopedias, but know that some of those are written by uh, creative fans, and AI, so there is often errors. It's irritating, but it is what it is.

An interesting bit is the interview with Micah's actor Peter Blomquist (I have tried to google but am having trouble finding it; please send link if you have it!) is the mention that Micah's father was bad, but his grandfather was worse. Tbh I think this is a bit from a backstory that was among the things that were scrapped from the final game.

So, of his grandfather we know almost nothing, except that he was wild. And that he was maybe worse than Micah III's father. But that also means that the Second was also better than the First somehow.

My take

Part 1: The way of the grandfather / the legacy of Micah Bell the First

I think the grandfather was the head of the family as long as he lived. I also think he imposed a terrible burden upon Micah Bell II (and III).

It's interesting if the Second tries to be better than the First in that when he got a woman pregnant, he tried to hide her and their two children, because he didn't want to force the Bell training upon them. But it slipped out one evening due to drink. The older forced the younger to reveal the locations of the woman and the two sons.

And so the training of the two new Bells begins, harsh and unrelenting. Shooting, robbing, killing. And more 18+ than I feel is necessary in this post, but yeah, disturbing stuff.

Micah being the one to inherit the name most likely means that he is older than Amos. But the thing is that Micah gives off serious little brother vibes to me. I dunno exactly why. Vibes, man.

So, I thought an interesting twist would be: what if the name of Micah Bell was something that had to be earned? What if they'd been given different names originally, Amos and something unknown, before the latter was the better outlaw and became the Micah Bell III we know. He is one of the fastest shots in the game, and a competition like that, begun from early age, could've given him initiative to train harder, desperate to earn the name.

I am a cruel writer. How can I make this crueler? I got it:

Their grandfather identifies quickly that one brother is weaker and easier to manipulate than the other. Not in physical strength, but in terms of familial bonds. Maybe he is less charming than Amos, and makes fewer friends, because idk he is busy eating bugs (he seems like the kind of kid who would eat bugs). Or maybe their mother, before the arrival of the men, makes the boys attend a local church school, and Amos finds love in the religion while his brother stares out the window. Not because he's evil but because he's easily bored.

So the grandfather only tells one brother of the competition about earning the name, and it's not Amos. He also says the one who loses the right to the name has to be killed by the winner because there can only be one Micah Bell for each generation, that's how it has always been done. Maybe he speaks the truth, maybe he lies, but no matter what he is efficiently cutting the bond between the two brothers.

Part 2: Early years / Competitive survival

So, that is how Micah Bell III becomes Micah Bell III, as a boy and as a youth. I'll just go back to calling him Micah to make it easier, also because calling him anything else would kind of feel like waving a death sentence in the face of a child after I wrote The Devils. Because even people who commit atrocities have been a child once.

Growing up, Micah's survival depends upon winning over his brother. This is where his idea of winning and losing comes from. It doesn't help that his father yaps on and on about a similar philosophy, but where he's all words, Micah is all acts.

Micah never finds out that Amos doesn't know about the competition. He resents him from not trying harder. For making Micah look bad, training so hard so he can kill his fool brother, lying awake at night and mentally preparing for it. But if friendships are rope, then familial bonds are chains; almost impossible to cut.

He lies awake at night and stares at Amos on the other side of the fire, missing when they curled up together back when it did not feel like sleeping next to an enemy. It eats the child up, all that training. Not much left of who he was or could be. Hey, at least he doesn't have time to eat bugs.

But maybe, if their grandfather falls ill, Micah is the one to kill him. Unable to cope with the idea of killing his brother, he shoots him in the face. And then he turns to Amos, grinning, because they're free.

Amos does not see himself as freed. He sees murder. He thinks it is only because Micah saw their grandfather as weak, when he secretly had been the strongest force in their life. Micah walks towards him, covered in their grandfather's blood (I do like a dramatic scene), and Amos turns away, throws up and tells him to stay away. Micah feels shock, then loss, then rage. Micah Bell II would probably react with pure rage, but Micah is so used to surviving things at this point, he survives that too. None of their relationships are all that salvageable from this moment, especially not after Amos runs away.

This makes me think of another HC of mine, namely that Micah is the one to kill Amos, which has its own post and arguments here. But if you add in the theory present in this post, it makes even more sense to why he'd killed Amos, finishing what he had been trained to do since he was a kid.

Part 3: Young adulthood / O'Driscoll Boy!Micah

Did you know Micah's outfits have a bunch of half-hidden, green accents them? I've seen it on his scarf, his gloves, his horse saddle ...

This is basically copy pasting a bit from a Twitter thread I made, but I just really like the idea of Micah being an ex-O'Driscoll Boy mainly due to his green scarf. It's more of a teal, but maybe it's a faded O'Driscoll green. Colm would've valued a gun like him. His ruthlessness and boot-licking, too. Especially if he was younger, lonelier and easier to sway. After his brother leaves and his father dies, he'll have no one.

And while he is a bit of a lone wolf hermit, Colm could've reminded him of his father, like Dutch probably does, but I really like the thought of Colm reminding Micah of his grandfather. He wouldn't be too unfamiliar with the gang dynamic, and find more homeliness in that than in a normal family. There's a well-known tendency among abused kids to unconsciously seek out relationships that mirror their broken families. Paradoxically, the lack of safety feels safe.

Of course, the Bell heritage is too alive within him to render him into another nameless O'Driscoll Boy, so he and Colm eventually fall out. He goes back to being a lone wolf, but maybe he's made some connections, which make gathering a troop easier, especially for bank robberies (Skinny, Cleet, Joe...). But he mostly stays alone.

During RDR2, when Colm was hanged, maybe Micah felt the green scarf catch strangely, while in camp or while out riding (or even watching the hanging happen from a dark back alley in Saint Denis). Micah reached behind to the nape of his neck, feeling as though someone had held him there, squeezed, and then let go.

Part 4: Later Adulthood / Evil bounty hunter!Micah

So I'm a total sucker for the theory of Micah being a form of a hitman that's like an evil bounty hunter. The main reason for this is the fact that Dutch's bounty poster can be found at Micah's camp outside Strawberry. But also because my first thought when we first met him in the game was "Omg, Loco from The Great Silence, my favorite evil bounty hunter villain!" They have some of the same color scheme in the winter outfit, and I think it's a reference.

Loco has the same life philosophy as Micah, as seen in this quote: "You're on the side of the law. We, we're on the side of the law of survival… survival of the fittest!" and kind of in this one (ok I'm putting it here because it's so cool, he's just burst into the hideout of his own evil bounty hunter gang) "Since when are wolves afraid of wolves?"

I like the idea of Micah is sick to death of gang life but knows enough of it from his time as an O'Driscoll to infiltrate hideouts and gangs easy, to reap bounties from the lawful people he's been robbing up to now and occasionally still do. Maybe the Van der Lindes weren't the first gang he brought down. That's fun to think about.

Also, I love it when asshole villains do the "right" thing. Partly why I love Micah's character; as an antagonist, he brings down Arthur and John, directly and indirectly.

(Ooh this is beside the point, but that's actually one of my issues with the narratives of the RDR and GTA games. They have this core of nihilism that actively hinders their stories from becoming as great as their characters, but also makes the games sell easier. Maybe another post, or maybe fandom isn't the place for critiques.)

Anyway, Micah just didn't think anyone could ever get to him, but then again he'd never met anyone like Dutch. Hell, the man even had the same dark charm like his father, enjoying similar exclamations. I think he hoped to recreate something of his old family dynamic with Dutch, who was kinder than his grandfather, father and Colm. We all know how that went. His last words was still a compliment to Dutch though. As if it was still a competition, or a game, in the end.

*walks a few steps away, twirls, shrugs, falls face first into the snow*

Here's another pic of Loco (along with the GIF in the beginning):

The end

Yeah I have not much more to say here lol. Feel free to use and expand upon this theory, or make your own by taking out of some of the foundations, could be cool to see. I'd love a shoutout, but it seems shoutouts are going out of fashion, which is sad. Put the community back into fandom! Stop it with the competition! Make friends! Lmao "be less like Micah", but yeah, I guess it stands. I see so many people worship canon like a deity. Please have more fun!!!

Anyway, thank you for reading ☺️

[its-crowning]

It's the trans man who got pregnant. Thought you would want this update. It kicked. There's really a fucking baby inside me. It just kicked for the first time, not faint flutters. A real kick. Fuck. I'm so scared. A baby is getting so big inside me that it is moving and I can feel it.

I'm like, actually trying not to panic or cry. It feels so real all of a sudden. I'm pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant. This is really happening, I'm going to give birth because of some asshole who couldn't use protection right.

I am typing this, naked, laying back. Touching myself and looking at my body. My belly. I can't believe this is happening. It's so bad, I feel so dysphoric right now. It's just getting harder to hide. But touching myself feels so good. I hate this so much but it's so sexy. I feel so ashamed that I look at myself in the mirror, see how big I am, what's happening to my body, and I feel so violated. Then I get so excited. It shouldn't turn me on like this, seeing what his burden is doing to me, but I just look so... It's hard to even put into words.

The baby kicked again. I have to end it here, can't focus great. Lots of emotion. Thought you'd like this though. Enjoy the hiatus.

before I disappear again, just wanted to keep you all updated on our hiding-pregnancy-anon.

i did enjoy this a lot anon. putting myself in your shoes gets me going—the thought of laying on my back and seeing the swell, feeling it kick, knowing i have so much left to go…so much more to hide…

as always, i wish you the best!

[maxdibert]

Hi! I just saw your post on “terrible characters” (or characters that behave in morally questionable ways) and how you enjoy them, my question is do you think you could ever include the marauders in that list? I mean they were obviously very morally questionable (each one is firmly in the grey category to me except for Peter ‘I’ll trade my friend’s infant son life for security’ Pettigrew). If you couldn’t ever see yourself liking them/being interested in them, what do you think is specifically about them that is causing that kinda block for you? Love your posts!

Okay, so my problem with the Marauders is that I can’t stand James or Remus. Like, James doesn’t interest me at all. He’s just a rich kid whose parents raised him with love and care. But unlike Draco, who was raised with prejudice and classism drilled into him from a young age, James supposedly came from a progressive family. His parents were supposedly good people—not like the Malfoys or the Dursleys, who actively encouraged their kids to be bullies. So James just chose to be an asshole for no apparent reason. He didn’t do it because of abuse, a toxic environment, or because his family was like that—he just decided to be a jerk, and that’s something I find utterly uninteresting. There’s nothing to dig into; I just think he’s a git, plain and simple.

Then there’s Remus, who’s a considerably better person, but he disgusts me. I’m a heterosexual woman, and a 38-year-old character getting a 24-year-old pregnant and then leaving her? That’s something my feminism and my experiences as a young woman who’s dated older men cannot tolerate. It’s purely personal, but it grosses me out.

On the other hand, I really enjoy Sirius as a character because he’s a constant mix of contradictions and discrepancies. Plus, he’s a big kid with mommy issues, and I find that kind of thing super entertaining to analyze, along with dysfunctional families—which he has, and the potential dynamics are fascinating.

Oddly enough, I also find Peter more interesting than the other two. The problem is that we never really know what drove him to switch sides, but honestly, a guy who was basically just a cheerleader for his friends’ abusive behavior and then betrayed them for people with even more sociopathic tendencies is definitely worth studying. And honestly, he doesn’t do anything in the saga that triggers me enough to hate him to the point of dismissing him entirely.

[strawberrybunnystuff]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭🥛

TW: This content includes sexual content; mention of pregnancy; aimed at the majoritu public;

Leland Coyle

Be aware that Leland in your relationship will always see you as his sole property! So when the urge to "procreate" comes to him, he would use it as the ULTIMATE way to mark you as his FOREVER.

Leland would hold your waist tightly, bringing your body until your back touches his body.

You feel something very hard against your body.

"You really want me to fill you up, huh? I'm going to make you mine for real."

Leland would trap you in any obstacle that gave him access to fuck your sweet hole. His expression would become even more dominant than usual, his fast pace always focused. He wouldn't accept any failure now. With the possible thought of your procreation going wrong, Leland would make sure to fuck you many more times in the same night until he was sure he managed to fill your uterus enough.

Leland will make sure not to let you expel any drops.

After the act, Leland would be kinder to you and your body. Treating you with care and aftercare. As the days went by, Leland would become even more of a stalker with you, always looking at your belly in hopes that it would grow at least a little each day.

Mother Gooseberry

Mommy Gooseberry already has her maternal extinct above normal with you but deep down she still has a little bit of insecurity in her head about you leaving at any moment. Then the desire for "procreation" falls like something perfect sent perfectly to her.

Creating a new life with you, a perfect life that would unite your lives forever, makes her very restless.

Gooseberry suddenly grabs your face, bringing his piercing, desire-filled eyes over yours, so confused.

"Let's make a perfect baby, my little sheep...a ​​perfect child, created just for us to love."

Gooseberry would be sweet and protective during the act, always making sure nothing hurt you and that you were feeling okay. She would whisper soothing, sweet words in your ear while she stuck her big wet fingers in your hole.

After finishing the act, Gooseberry would stay with you taking care of everything you need and want. Throughout the days, she would kneel next to her belly while singing nursery rhymes to her future perfect child.

Franco Barbi

Franco doesn't see your desire for "procreation" as something just to generate life or tie you to him, Fraco sees himself as a living art and you being his blank canvas ready for him to paint a beautiful work of art on you.

Franco would be more casual and practical in choosing to do his artistic work in a bed with doors tightly closed. It would be a fucking magnificent spectacle for him. He would have so much fun fucking his cock deep into you, murmuring charming words mixed with a hint of fun.

"We are not just fucking, my muse...we are creating something unique and eternal."

Franco would repeat his breeding ritual every night for at least a few weeks until he was sure that his beautiful aura had finally found its way to her sweet womb.

When you finally get pregnant, Franco would be obsessed. Painting lots and lots of pictures about you and your future baby.

The Night Hunter

Night Hunter already has a certain wild and animalistic entitlement, so when the desire to "procreate" arises in his distorted mind, there will be nothing left in his head other than to fill his loved one in the most brutal and primitive way.

Night Hunter wouldn't say anything about his desire and wouldn't even say when he intended to catch you. One moment he would appear behind you and minutes later your poor body would be pressed hard against some cold ground while that damn wild cock was pounding hard from behind you. Night Hunter would make sure to hold your neck with his hand making you look straight at him as he fucks you.

After the act, he would become extremely territorial with you, warding off any type of danger.

Dr. Esterman

Like the others, Esterman does not see his way of "procreating" as a simple desire, deep down he plans everything before it even happens, he will transform his carnal desire into an experiment to be studied.

Esterman would leave everything prepared, from the chosen location to what he would use in the process. Esterman plans to record every second of his facial and bodily reactions then he will watch it all again over and over again as he writes his notes. During the act, Esterman will say phrases and words to further stimulate your reactions.

"Look at your body, it was made for this...to generate something greater and I want to see each stage of that transformation."

After the act, Esterman took care of you but only because of her unhealthy desire to study the stages of your pregnancy. When changes finally begin to occur, Esterman will test you daily, treating you like a living study.

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Gutten Morgen, Ich bin back once again👹 So, I just wanted to ask if you can write about the triplets. Of course, if you don't want to you don't have to.

With love, Deutsch Nonnie❤️👹

Summary: Noah x Reader finding out having triplets  

Pairing: Noah x Reader

TW: none, maybe fainting? But just a cute little blurb.

N/A: for my Deutsch Nonnie, sorry it took me so long to post this, been through chaos, but I hope you like it! almost I'm sorry if this isn't accurate, I don't know anything about pregnancy or babies to be quite honest with you, but I tried my best <3

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Ever since Noah and I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago everything has been like a dream. It feels so surreal to me that I’m starting a little family with the love of my life. He's been very attentive to my needs. 

Today we had our first check up just to make sure everything was going to plan and hopefully we would be able to hear the heartbeat of our little. 

“Are you nervous?” I asked Noah as he pulled out of the driveway of our home. 

“I'm more excited than anything.. i can't believe we're having a baby” he replied back, sounding ecstatic. “I know where probably not doing this the conventional way, i mean were not married yet and were having a baby now but i wouldn't want to do it with anyone else”

A small sigh escaped my lips and I spoke once more  “I wouldn't want to do it with anything else either. Plus we don't need to be married or we don't need to do anything how everyone else thinks it should be. i'm happy just the way we are”

He grabbed my hand over the middle console with one of his while his other hand remained on the steering wheel. “Yeah me too” he said in almost a whisper.

We had the radio as background for the rest of the drive. It didn't take long to arrive at the clinic. 

“Hi im here for my 2 p.m. appointment” i spoke with the receptionist outside of the office of my doctor,

“Yes, Mrs. Y/L/N, follow me” she signalled with her hand. 

I intertwined my finger with Noahs and started to follow the receptionist. 

She knocked on the door and poke her head in “Dr. Quinn your next appointment is here”

“Yes thank you Martha, i'll take it from here” i hear the Dr, voices right as we walked in 

After a couple of minutes of introduction we started a regular check up and made my vitals where they needed to be. 

“Now it's a bit early to determine the sex of the baby but we can listen to its heartbeat, if that's okay with you?” Dr Quinn asked with a smile on her face.

Both Noah and I nodded in unison, too excited to speak.

“Okay i'm gonna have to lay down on the bed here and please pull your top up just a little bit for me please. I'll start getting the machine ready” she commanded.

I did as she said and laid there with my baby bump exposed to the cold air, it was starting to show more and more everyday and I was starting to feel the baby move around. 

She inch closer with the machine in hand and started to also put on gel on my belly.

“Okay here we go”

At first there wasn't any sound coming from the little speaker by the machine and made me very anxious that something might be wrong but after a minute of moving the handheld device around we could hear your baby's heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump..

It was so magical, my eyes started to water from the emotion, I reached out to grab Noah's hand once more and squeeze it and I could feel the same way as his eyes started to crystallize with adoration.

Thump, thump, thump…

“Heartbeat is where it should be everything seems to be normal but i do want to do an ultrasound to see if we can't get a look at how big the baby is” Dr Quinn said already grabbing whatever she needed to complete the ultrasound

“I'm so happy you have no idea” Noah admitted with a sigh

“So am i can't believe we got to hear your baby's heartbeat” i said 

Noah gave me a forehead just as Dr Quinn walked right back in, she placed more gel on my belly and continued “Ok let's look here” she pointed at the monitor that hung from the wall.

“ok here's the head and those are its arms and legs…”

“I don't know how you can define a baby form, it all just looks like a blob to me,” Noah said probably without thinking. 

“Noah!” I said, thankfully Dr Quinn thought it was funny since she let out a small laugh.

She started to move around my belly once more with the machine. “oh well you look at that..there's…”

“Where's Dr? Is everything okay?” I was a bit worried.

“Everything is okay, there one, two, and three heads, looks like you're having triplets! the heart beats we hear a beat earlier where from different little babies”

Did I hear correctly? there's 3 babies growing inside of me?

“TRIPLETS?” Noah shouted before he took a stumble down, he fainted with the impression of the news

“Noah!” I screamed once more but this time to try to get to him. “Dr please you gotta do something” 

Dr Quinn got as fast as she could to grab a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol to put it under Noah's nose so he would come back to his senses. 

“What..happened.. ?” he said with a disoriented tone.

Dr Quinn looked at me as if to say I should let him know what went down.

“You fainted..because..we just found out we were having triplets..” i said with an almost guilty smile, 

He shook his head as if he wasn't understanding what just said to him “Triplets?” he asked again with a bit of a calmer voice.

Dr Quinn nodded her head before saying “Yes, but i'm gonna leave you two alone for a couple of minutes so you cant talk” with that she walked out of the room.

“I feel like I'm in a fever dream,” Noah spat out.

“ A good one or a bad one?” i asked 

“I don't know yet honestly..” he sighed. 

“I know you're scared…and to be quite honest with you so am i” i took a pause “but i know we will get through this together. remember i wouldn't want anyone else to do this with. i love you”

“you're right, we're in this together, I can't wait to have 3 little goblins running around our home” he squeezed my hand this time. “I love you too.. now where have to start tripling up on everything” he said with a small laugh.

I know that this pregnancy would probably be beating the shit of me, once i got the last trimester but I couldn't wait to have 3 babies in our home causing the best kind of chaos. Life would be a bit haptic, but I knew with Noah by my side everything will be alright.

[cakerybakery]

Back on the desktop so I'm able to post this outside of the Pregnant Adam Cult community.

I got inspired by the Omiltemi cottontail rabbit spotting in the news and wrote Breeding Meat - Task Failed. This is the slightly edited and cleaned up version that I posted on AO3

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Rare and cornered, Naga Lucifer was ready to devour Adam, only to smell that Adam was pregnant.

Why eat one rabbit when he can keep Adam and eat the babies in a couple of weeks? He’s a rare dish after all.

So he takes Adam back to his den. He feeds the rabbit to keep him nice and plump. Adam is fastidious, though. Cleaning the underground den of bones, shed skin, and rot. Even if he’s trapped and Lucifer is going to eat him and his babies, he’s not giving birth in a disgusting mess.

Adam basically takes over as he starts to nest. Nipping at Lucifer if he disturbs Adam's bedding. Yelling at him when he dumps the bones he doesn’t digest from his meals on the floor. He came in covered in mud once, and Adam hissed at him until he took a bath. Lucifer was tempted to just eat Adam anyway. One big meal now that Adam was too big to do much.

His meal was getting antsy, though. Muttering to himself as he stopped eating.

“They’re late.”

“Who?” Lucifer asked from his warm spot in the sun by the window.

“The babies. They should have been born by now.” Adam paced in his nest. Moving the soft grasses and leaves around, rearranging flowers yet again.

“In a hurry for me to eat them?” Lucifer chuckled.

Adam shot him a dirty look and made the same promise: “I’ll die before I let you harm a hair on their bodies’.”

“You’ll die either way.” Lucifer got up anyway. Adam’s pacing was annoying. “Is there anything that will hurry them along?”

Snorting, Adam continued to fuss. Kneeling in the grasses and pushing it around. “Sex helps. But I’m not going to lure some other rabbit in here for you to eat.”

Sex helped? Lucifer could do that. He didn’t usually fuck his meals, but Adam’s pussy was inviting.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been watching the rabbit the past few weeks. The way his tail twitched, the fluff on his backend framing that bare cunt when Adam bent over, how he smelled, and his pussy always looked so wet.

More than once, Lucifer had to hold himself back from tasting the juices between Adam’s thighs. From grabbing fistfuls of Adam’s engorged tits and tasting the mammal’s milk.

Lucifer slithered up behind Adam, took Adam’s hips in his hands, and pulled back against Lucifer’s unsheathed double pricks. Adam moaned as the twin cocks rubbed against his cunt, searching for a way inside of him.

“Lucifer?” Adam panted, his belly large with his litter dragged against the ground as he was thrust against.

“Sex helps, right? It doesn’t have to be a rabbit.” The tips of Lucifer’s cocks nudged each other as they teased Adam’s opening, pushing in enough to make Adam push back to get more in, only for Lucifer to pull back.

He teased the rabbit until Adam begged; only then did Lucifer bury himself into Adam's tight heat.

Adam cried out in pleasure. “By the trees, you’re so big.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Lucifer rocked in and out. He’d never been in a cunt so warm before. Were all mammals this great feeling? So fucking warm. His dicks had never been this hard before. It gave him lots of energy to pick up his pace.

“Lucifer!” Adam moaned, and Lucifer could feel Adam’s cunt spasm around him. He reached around and played with the small cock he found there. Stroking him in time with Lucifer’s thrusts. Lucifer wrapped his tail around Adam and prodded the tip into Adam’s mouth.

Adam opened wide, and Lucifer shoved the tip into Adam’s hot, wet mouth. Moaning as his face was fucked, Adam sucked on the tip of Lucifer’s tail like a cock.

Lucifer pulled out, and Adam whined with need until Lucifer stuck his fingers into Adam’s pussy to coat them, then he worked on opening Adam’s ass.

Looked back over his shoulder, Adam looked unsure.

“It’s okay, my little breeder; your master will take good care of you.”

Adam’s eyes rolled back with pleasure as Lucifer lined himself back up and filled both wet holes of Adam’s.

Lucifer played with the tip of Adam’s cock, wishing he was big enough to wrap himself around and suck on Adam’s prick. He wanted to be a breeding ball of just the two of them. But Adam’s pregnant belly got in the way.

Once Adam had the babies, Lucifer was going to do this again. He was going to breed his little rabbit. Every night he was going to fill Adam’s every hole and pump cum into his pussy. Month after month he’d impregnate his mate. Rabbits grew fast; nagas were self-sufficient the moment they hatched.

He was going to keep Adam fat and pregnant. Their babies wouldn’t need their mother for long, and then Lucifer could impregnate Adam again.

Adam came from his cock and cunt. He was starting to go limp, moaning as Lucifer’s tail kept his mouth spread and drooling. His eyes were half-closed, and Lucifer knew he’d fucked his mate to exhaustion.

Lucifer filled Adam’s ass and cunt with cum and pulled out. He helped Adam onto his side to rest and encircled Adam to cuddle.

The sun had set when Lucifer was jolted awake by Adam’s claws digging into his hands. “Babies.” Adam moaned. “Babies are coming.”

Lucifer realized the wet mess between them wasn’t their cum but birth water. Before Lucifer could get out of the way, Adam bore down, and there was a small screaming infant in his lap.

He panicked and pulled his hands from Adam's now-loose grip. Lucifer picked the baby up, sliced through the cord, and gave him to Adam to nurse and keep warm.

Unsure what else to do, Lucifer used the grasses to try and clean up the mess from them. He didn’t get far before Adam was clawing at the ground again, and another wet baby was deposited into the soft grass.

Moving that one up to Adam as well to feed first, Lucifer grabbed clean bedding and laid it down. To his panicked mind, he seemed to be constantly moving babies from between Adam’s legs to his chest.

Exhaustion made Lucifer shake, and he counted five babies full of milk and asleep beside their tired mother.

“Are you going to eat us now?” Adam groaned. He didn’t have the energy to lift his head.

“No.” Lucifer gathered even more grasses that Adam had made Lucifer fetch for him as he built his nest.

The idea of eating his mate's litter made him a little sick, seeing them being born even more so. Maybe he could become a herbivore? Or at least only eat things that came from eggs from now on. He never wanted to look at another mammal as a meal again, not now that he was intimately aware of how they were birthed.

Fish. Yeah. He was going to learn to eat fish. They were supposed to be wet.

“After that, I don’t think I can eat another mammal.”

Adam eyed him up. “Does that mean we’re free to go?” 

“If…” Lucifer didn’t like the idea of his mate leaving. He still wanted to impregnate his mate over and over. Fill the forest with their hybrid babies. “If you want. I won’t force you to stay any longer.” He’d keep his meal captive, but not his mate. “If you don’t wish to be my mate. Then you’re free to go.”

He left the nest to curl up in a corner of the den. Leaving the entrance open, instead of barred shut like normal. Lucifer lay in the cold and went to sleep.

The warm sun woke him, and he could smell even before he opened his eyes that Adam was gone.

All Lucifer could smell as he flicked his tongue was the dirty grasses, the stink of mammal birth, and—he sniffed the air and slithered to the nest. Under the grasses were five bare and blind kits. One was a bit more uncovered than the rest, and it mewled and shivered.

Lucifer recovered it with clean grass and tried to shush the baby. Warm again, the baby went back to sleep, and Lucifer was left to ponder where Adam had gone.

He poked his head out of the den and caught sight of Adam returning with clean nest materials and munching on a bushel of flowers and grasses.

“Adam?” Lucifer rushed from the den to Adam’s side. “You didn’t leave.”

Shrugging, Adam finished his nibbling. “If you’re not going to eat us, then there’s no safer place to raise babies.” He shifted the bundle in his hands. “Besides, I want to be stuffed again, like you did the night before, my mate.”

Lucifer paused in his slithering at that. Adam called him his mate. 

Getting ahead, Adam’s tail twitched enticingly. “The babies will be getting hungry soon. You make a mating nest as I feed our children, and after they’ve gone back to sleep, you’re going to mate me again.”

There was no room for questioning Adam’s orders, and Lucifer didn’t want to. Whatever his fluffy mate wanted, Lucifer would give him. He couldn’t wait to fill Adam’s belly with another litter.