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THE WAY HE CARES | SIX | JOEL MILLER x READER

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wc: 3,7k | rating: 18+ for eventual smut | Joel Miller x You | Enemy Pregnancy

summary: Joel Miller has been my pain-in-the-ass neighbour for years. we argue more than we speak and when we do speak, it's usually through gritted teeth. but when my doctor tells me my fertility’s running out of time, panic sets in. I want a baby and I don’t have the luxury of waiting around for Mr. Right. Joel's a damn good father to his daughter, Sarah. that much, I can’t deny. so one night, fuelled by nerves and just the right amount of wine, I ask him the unthinkable: get me pregnant. no strings.no romance. just biology. i never planned on falling for him. but nothing about Joel Miller ever goes according to plan.

while the story is first person narrative, the OC female character is YOU. she is not named and barely physically described aside from being able bodied and having hair long enough to grab.

tags/warnings: neighbours, enemies to lovers, comedy, smut, sexual tension, mentions of fertility and reproductive issues, mentions of drugs and alcohol, self pleasure (male). i will add more tags as they become relevant.

specific chapter smut warnings: sexually charged dreams

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THE WAY HE CARES | SIX

After that moment that dreams begin.  

In the dream, we’re never arguing. Never rolling our eyes or slamming doors. It’s like my subconscious has rewritten our history in soft light and warmer tones. Last night in my dream we were on the couch and he had his hand on my thigh, just resting there with his fingers splayed possessively like I was his and he didn’t need to prove it.

And then the dream morphed and we were naked on my couch. Joel was on top, strong body crushing me into the cushions as be fucked me hard. His body glistened with sweat and his dark hair was falling into his eyes pitched black.

"Come on it and I'll give you a baby," he growled in my ear. 

I woke up to my blasting alarm, aching and annoyed because in real life Joel and I are friendly with one another but it's hardly anything you could qualify as sensual. 

Can swing by after 7. Sarah made extra brownies you want some Your garbage bins are still out

I guess it's confusing because I don't really dislike Joel anymore. He's not my best friend or anything close, but he's kind. We've tried the turkey baster process five times now. 

Five disappointing months.

And each time it fails I keep waiting for him to change his mind or to tell me he's tired of trying. But he doesn't, he shows up and we get to work. 

He remembers his phone now because after that last episode there was no way he was going to borrow mine again. But aside from that we don't interact much outside the occasional wave when we find ourselves at the mailbox. 

Sarah is busy with her final exams and going away for the summer with her Mom on a European trip. She's been talking about it non-stop whenever I see her. It makes me think of what I'll do with my own kid one day. I can't afford Europe summers but I can afford camping, water parks, beach days. I can give love and patience and everything I never had growing up. 

At work, I try to stay focused and bury myself in email chains and contract redlines and caffeine. I try to think about other things than my dwindling fertility. But Ben keeps appearing and not just in my office but in my dreams as well, like he and Joel are vying for my subconscious. 

With Ben in my dreams it's feverish kissing in the mailroom, fucking me over my desk after our coworkers are gone for the night. Its more degrading, more urgent.  It makes me blush when I see him in real life.

We met his first day and ever since then we've found ourselves in the same meetings, passing by the same offices, using the annoying copier that never collates properly. And each time we talked more and more until I started looking forward to seeing him. 

Now he shows up to my office almost every other day with some new excuse.

“Need someone to look over this signature line.”

“Just wondered if you had a spare staple remover?"

"There's fresh coffee in the break room." 

Today, it’s a signed vendor contract that he could’ve dropped with the front desk but instead, he leans against the edge of my desk like he has all the time in the world.

I look up. “If you keep finding reasons to come here, people are going to assume I’m the actual mailroom.”

He grins. “Maybe I’m just hoping you’ll accidentally staple my tie to the desk.”

I snort. “Kink unlocked.”

Ben laughs, and there’s a softness to it that makes my stomach flutter. He’s the kind of guy who smells like good cologne and remembers your coffee order without asking. 

“I don’t mean to bother you,” Ben says, shifting his weight. “I just like talking to you.”

I hesitate. It would be easy to flirt back. And I do, a little. Just a little because at the end of the day I am a single woman.

“You're not bothering me...yet," I say, teasing but not unkind. "And I like talking to you too."

"Yeah?" Ben smiles, eyes sparkling. "There's other places to talk other than work.”

And just like that, the air shifts and he lingers a moment's longer, waiting to see if I’ll bite.

And I want to, but I can't. Not when I'm in the process of having a kid. I don't even know if Ben wants kids. And that's the sort of thing that comes up years into a relationship. That's time I simply do not have. 

I need to pull back. 

“Thanks for the contract,” I say, deliberately glancing back at my screen. “I’ll make sure it ends up somewhere official.”

He gives me a mock salute. “Guess I’ll see you around.”

When he leaves, I stare at my monitor, pretending to read, but my brain’s running in twenty different directions.I like the way Ben looks at me like I’m someone worth orbiting. I like that he’s warm, funny and uncomplicated. 

But I don’t want easy right now. I want a baby. I want my cycle to cooperate. I want one solid chance before the numbers work against me.

Joel might drive me insane, but he’s already proven himself to be a good dad and Sarah is the proof. And I value his presence, he's been there for me during my hard times with this, steady and dependable. 

I trust him.

I should’ve known better than to check my mailbox on a Sunday morning. That was my first mistake. The second was making eye contact with Mrs. Shellstrop while doing it.

She appeared out of nowhere like a heat-seeking missile in orthopedic sandals, clutching a clipboard and wearing that terrifyingly determined smile that says: You will do what I ask. Or I will bake guilt into a casserole and leave it on your porch until you crack.

“Oh, there you are, sugar!" she called across her driveway, trotting toward me with all the grace of a mall walker on a mission. “I was just telling Frank you’d be perfect.”

“For…?” I asked warily, holding my junk mail like a shield.

She tilted her head, the way a cat does before it bites you. “For the Fourth of July Neighbourhood Spectacular! You know, games for the kids, potluck, water balloon toss, bake sale, the works.”

Ah. That.

“I didn’t realize I’d been nominated.”

“Oh, nobody was nominated,” she said brightly, already scribbling something on her clipboard. “You’re volunteering.”

I blinked. “Am I?”

“Of course you are. We’re all pitching in and you seem like the type who knows how to show up and follow instructions. You look very organized.”

 I was too slow to protest, and before I could think of a graceful escape, she was steering me up her walkway with a bony hand on my arm and a pen already thrust into my palm.

“Now, we’ve got the bouncy castle, the water station, cleanup duty, and ooh! You’d be wonderful for the crafts tent.”

“Crafts?” I echoed weakly, scribbling my name next to a column that I hoped didn’t mean glitter wrangler or finger-paint monitor.

“Oh, not that one.” She snatched the clipboard back before I could read what I signed. “We actually need someone to help run the lemonade booth.”

“That sounds… manageable.”

She beamed. “Exactly. It’s the easiest job and you'll have shade, too." 

Still, I smiled tightly. “Great. Looking forward to it.”

Mrs. Shellstrop patted my arm with the satisfaction of a woman who’d just manipulated a Supreme Court nomination. “That’s the spirit. I knew you were one of the good neighbours.”

She trundled back inside humming something that sounded suspiciously like a war anthem. I stood on her porch, blinking against the sun, wondering what I had just agreed to. 

I get a text message one afternoon, all caps from Joel but it's clearly Sarah using his phone. Joel won’t allow her to get her own cell phone until she’s sixteen (something I strongly agree with) so sometimes I open my phone affronted with a legion of emojis.

I MADE COOKIES AND THEY ACTUALLY LOOK GOOD 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪 YOU HAVE TO COME OVER NOW BEFORE DAD EATS ALL OF THEM 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Before I can respond, she sends a photo: a slightly lopsided tray of chocolate chip cookies, golden around the edges, some clearly stuck together. But charmingly so.

I smile in spite of myself.

On my way

I’ve been popping by more often to their place, most of the time at Sarah’s request. It doesn’t feel strange anymore or intimidating. I know his main level by heart, I know where Joel keeps extra coffee filters and toilet paper. I know his favourite spot on the couch (by the window) and I know that Sarah’s room is decorated with stickers and photos.

The kitchen smells like sugar and browned butter when I knock. The door swings open and Sarah beams at me like I’m the guest of honour at a party she planned in secret.

“You actually came!” she grins, tugging me inside. “You’re just in time. Dad made coffee and I didn’t burn the house down.”

Joel’s voice drifts from the back of the kitchen. “I would like it on the record that I supervised the oven.”

“You sat on a stool and scrolled your phone,” Sarah fires back, hands on her hips.

Joel appears a moment later, drying his hands on a dish towel.

I feel my pulse spike because I can’t seem to forget those couch dreams. 

Come on it and I'll give you a baby. 

I flush at the memory and immediately shove it down. His eyes meet mine and there’s a flicker of something unreadable before he nods.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I echo, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I sit on a bar stool and Sarah hands me a cookie with all the pride of a Michelin-starred chef. I dutifully take a bite.It’s warm and melty and somehow both crispy and soft and is it possible to make love to a cookie?

“Damn,” I mumble around the mouthful. “This is amazing.”

Sarah does a little victory dance. “See? I’m a baking genius.”

Joel snorts. “You followed a recipe.”

“And made it better,” she declares, and turns to rummage in the pantry. "I'm the one who put m&m's in it." 

You agree that the m&ms make it iconic as Joel leans against the counter, arms crossed. “Haven’t seen you around.”

I nod, licking chocolate from my thumb. “Work’s been busy.”

His gaze lingers. “Yeah?”

"It's the busy season," I shrug. “Mary won't stop showing me photos of her kids and Ben keeps finding reasons to stop by my desk so I’ve had to invent a fake filing system to stay sane.”

Joel’s face shifts just slightly. His mouth tightens as his brow twitches. 

“Ben,” he repeats.

“Mm-hmm.” I don’t look at him. “He's funny. Great hair.”

“Funny's overrated.”

I glance at him then, and for a half-second, he’s glaring at the sugar container like it personally offended him.

“Oh my god,” Sarah groans, suddenly appearing with a bottle of sprinkles. “Dad.”

Joel’s eyes flick up. “What?”

"You haven't even offered her a drink? What kind of host are you?" 

Joel's eyes sweep over to me. "You want a coffee?" 

Sarah looks at me, stage whispers, "I'm sorry my dad has such bad manners.”

I laugh. “Classic Miller.”

Joel glares at me now. “You want a coffee or not.”

"Yeah, I do," I say grinning. "I'm parched." 

I see a curl of his lip that he tries to hide as he turns from me and pours me a cup. I take another bite of cookie and nod emphatically. 

"Sarah these are like, the best cookies I've ever had. I'm not even a huge cookie person either." 

Joel returns, pushing a black coffee my way. "Milk? Sugar?"

"Both please." 

Sarah grins like Christmas came early. “This is great. I should start inviting you over every week. Or like, every day. You could be my official taste tester.”

“I don’t think your dad wants me here that often,” I say, trying to keep my tone light.

But Joel’s voice is quiet when he replies, head in the fridge as he reaches for the milk. “Didn’t say that.”

That slows me down. Sarah raises an eyebrow. Joel is looking in the cupboard for the sugar so I can't exactly read his face. 

“I mean,” I say quickly, “you might get sick of me.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “You’re the only neighbour who we've had come over this much. You’re basically family now.”

The word hits me right in the gut: family.

I swallow. “Well, I’m honoured.”

Joel has turned back now but I can't look at him. He pushes the milk and sugar my way but suddenly I'm very aware that this moment is feeling intimate and it shouldn't. 

I stand a little too fast. “I should probably head back.”

Sarah pouts. “Already? You didn't even have any coffee.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I just forgot I have stuff at home I have to do.”

Joel’s watching me now. His arms still crossed, jaw clenched.

“Ben waiting on you?” he asks.

I freeze for a second too long. It's a weird thing to say and a weird tone to say it in. 

Sarah looks between us, eyes narrowing slightly, the gears in her teenage brain clearly turning.

“Nope,” I say, reaching for one final cookie to take with me. “But I’m sure he’ll come up with a reason to stop by my desk again soon.”

Joel just nods once. Tight. Controlled.

Sarah sighs, clearly sensing the weird energy but trying to salvage the moment. “Thanks for trying my cookies.”

“They were incredible,” I tell her, smiling. “Keep me posted if you open a bakery.”

I open the door and just before I step outside, Sarah calls after me, “Next time, stay longer.”

I glance back.

Joel’s watching me. Intently. Like he’s trying to work something out.

"See ya,” he says finally, voice low, before he turns his back and heads into the next room. 

The nausea came first.

Not like the kind I’d had before. Not bitter or heavy or anxious. This one was soft, curling at the edges of my mornings like a whisper. Then came the sore breasts, the sensitivity, the strange metallic taste that lingered no matter how much water I drank.

 It felt… different this time. Like my body wasn’t playing tricks on me. Like it had finally decided to hold on instead of let go.

I kept it to myself at first, memorizing each shift in my body with quiet reverence. I didn’t want to jinx it. But every day, the hope built like a bubble behind my ribs.

Three days before my period was due, I cracked.

I texted Joel:

“Can you come over tonight? I think…I think this might be it.”

His reply was instant.

“I’ll be there.”

He showed up just after sunset with the porch creaking under his boots like always. He looked cautious but hopeful, like he didn’t want to let himself believe it either.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside, his eyes searching mine. “You feelin' okay?”

“I feel… I don’t know. Good. Different.” I laughed a little, brushing a hand over my stomach. “Hopeful I guess?”

Joel smiled then, a small, private thing. “You sure you wanna test this early?”

“No,” I admitted, “but I can’t wait anymore. I need to know.”

I took the test while he waited in the living room. I made him promise not to come in.

Three minutes.

Three minutes felt like an eternity.

I sat on the edge of the tub, the test clutched in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I was already picturing it: what I’d say, how I’d tell him, what it would feel like to finally win this one battle against my body.

When I finally looked down, the line was stark. One. Not two. Negative. Just that word again, silent and final.

My breath caught. For a second I forgot how to stand. I can't believe I asked Joel to come over for this test. I was so sure, so positive the stick would turn pink. I wanted him to be here to celebrate. I even bought champagne. 

I'm pathetic. 

I stay in the bathroom too long. I feel time moving past me like wind under a door. But I can't move. Then comes the soft knock.

“Everything okay?” Joel’s voice. Careful but still holding on and it hurts to hear that thread of hope.

By the time I come out, face washed, eyes a little less puffy, Joel’s standing in the kitchen, arms folded loosely across his chest.

I cross the room and hand him the test. I can’t say it. I don't want to hear it out loud. His fingers brush mine as he takes the plastic test. He looks down and doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. His jaw is set, and he exhales slowly, like the air has been knocked from his lungs.

“I was so sure this time,” I whisper. 

He nods. “Yeah, me too.” He sets the test down gently on the counter, like it might break, and then he looks at me in a way that's all soft and concerned. “You want me to stay?” 

Normally I would want to lick my wounds in private but the disappointment is raw and messy and tangled with too many other things I still need to unpack. 

“Maybe just… for a little bit,” I say, voice thin.

Joel gives a small nod. “Okay.”

He follows me to the couch and sits with me in silence, close enough to feel the warmth of him, but not close enough to touch. He lifts a brow and gestures toward the kitchen without moving.

“You keep the wine behind the pasta, right?”

"Yeah."

He goes to grab it like he’s done it a hundred times, not like he owns the space just like he’s comfortable in it. He comes back and raises the bottle. “You want?”

I nod.

He pours two glasses and hands me mine. He comes to sit beside me on the couch, closer than necessary but in a way I appreciate.  No touch, no comfort-hug, just his presence quiet and solid. And, somehow, that’s worse... or better. I don’t even know anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he says, after a moment.

“It’s not your fault,” I say, swallowing. “It just didn’t work. Again.”

He nods, then glances over at the test still sitting on the counter like it might bite. “It’s not the end. Doesn’t have to be.”

“It feels like it is.”

Joel doesn’t argue. Just lets the silence stretch between us while we sip. We sit in silence for a while. The TV is on but muted, casting flickers of light across the living room.  He finally speaks, low and gravel-edged.

“Don’t mean it won’t happen. Just… wasn’t this time.”

I nod, eyes stinging. “I know.”

He shifts beside me, leans back against the cushions. His arm brushes mine. I feel the warmth of him, steady and solid. 

“I really thought it was different,” I say. “I was already imagining the name. Isn’t that pathetic?”

He shakes his head once. “Ain’t pathetic. Just means you wanted it.”

There’s a beat of quiet. My throat feels full. Then, softly: “You think maybe I was stupid to get my hopes up?” I ask.

Joel lets out a slow breath through his nose. “No. Not stupid.” He hesitates. “Hope’s the only thing that makes any of this worth it.”

I hum absently, eyes still wet. 

"You know,” he starts again, careful, “I’ve seen Sarah scrape her knee and cry for a solid half hour. But then she gets up the next morning and runs twice as hard.”

I look at him. “Are you comparing me to your kid?”

He smirks. “I’m saying you’re tougher than you think. And you’ve got more tries in you.”

God, why does he have to say it like that? Like he believes in me more than I do. I bite my lip, blink rapidly, and mutter, “Thanks. But I don't think you do.”

"Says who?"

"I asked you for one donation. And now this is five. I can't keep bothering you-"

"It isn't a bother." 

I glance at him. He’s looking straight ahead again, but his hand is close to mine now, close enough I could grab it. He doesn’t reach for me, but he doesn’t move away either.

"We'll keep doing this until it works," he murmurs. "Don't worry." 

After a few seconds, I lean into him. Not much. Just enough that our shoulders press together.

He doesn’t say anything. But I feel the smallest shift, his arm settles along the back of the couch behind me, his fingers barely grazing my shoulder.

We sit like that for a long time. And though nothing is fixed, I feel a little less alone.

i'm really glad that so many of you are commenting and sharing and letting me know what you like. i would love if it you would keep doing that! i really love writing a softer joel. i like to think that pre outbreak joel would have been more laid back, happier and sweet like this.

out of all my stories this is the one that has been easiest to write so please expect some more frequent updates soon

xx

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[swiftjay23]

Hi pretty girl, I've seen your writing and I love it. Could you please do a story where the reader is pregnant and gives birth during the maze game (technically it takes the place of 222) and she goes to the tug of war but can't jump because she broke her ankle LOL so Gihun takes the reader's baby and at the end the reader tells Gihun to take good care of his daughter and decides to jump into the void so Gihun doesn't come back for her. I would love to read that. I trust you! Take your time and thanks baby. Technically, this is what happened in the series, haha. Would this be something like reader x dish Gihun? Gihun is like her father figure (between reader and baby)

STAN ENHYPEN HERE!!!!

Hi angel 🫶 Thank you for trusting me with such a devastatingly beautiful prompt. I'll treat it with the care and heartbreak it deserves. 💔

Technically since the reader is taking Jun-hee's place, they'll also take Jun-hee's number. Every element is similar except it's now you, and your daughter. Lovely.

Title: Take Care of Her

Content Warnings: Pregnancy & childbirth during a game, Death/sacrifice, Emotional trauma, Found family with Gi-hun as a father figure, Canon-level violence and despair, Reader-character dialogue, But also: warmth. love. tenderness. even in death.

The air is cold. Not just from the metal walls or the sterile floors of the Game, but from something deeper, something curling in your spine. Pain.

Your breath catches and then rips out of you in a scream. It’s not fear,  not from the countdown screen or the players darting into the maze. No, this scream is animal. It’s instinct.

It’s labor.

“Fuck,” you gasp, doubling over, one hand gripping the side of the corridor. “No, no, no—”

“Hey! Hey, what—what’s going on?” It’s Geum-ja. Her voice is sharp, panicked. Hyun-ju’s beside her in an instant. Her eyes widen.

“Oh god, she’s, she’s having it now. The baby.”

Another contraction rips through you, and your knees buckle. There’s no time to think. No hospital bed. No sterile gloves. Just three desperate women in a goddamn death maze.

A few minutes later, you’re on the floor, blood pooling beneath your thighs, knees raw, sweat dripping down your face.

“Push again,” Hyun-ju breathes. “You can do this.”

You scream, louder than the sirens, louder than the game countdown. You scream like someone who knows she might not survive this.

And then, a cry. Tiny. Wet. Real.

Geum-ja laughs through tears. “She’s here. She’s really—”

Hyun-ju smiles, tears brimming in her eyes as she hold your daughter. You can't speak, looking at them through the corner of your eyes. You ankle throbbing, you body tired. You feel like you could do anything in the world, except survive for your own daughter. 

Hyun ju gives you a smile through tears. She quickly wipes them and gets up, "I'm going to go find the exit." She stands up and shuts the door behind her, there is some yelling and thudding outside, but you could care less, your baby, your daughter, you held her, everything you had given up was now in your arms. 

Geum-ja smiles, cooing at the baby. The time seemed to slow down, you could care less about the people outside, dying, screaming, taking their last breath. 

Geum- ja carefully took her jacket off and swaddled her carefully. She was so tiny in your arms, so perfect, you were afraid you'd break her, just how you broke your heart.

The door opens, Hyun-ju is displaying a wide smile, filled with relief, "I found the exit! It's this way. We can all get ou-"

But before her heartbeat calms against your chest. Hyun ju stops mid sentence, her smile turning down, the light leaving her eyes. You twist your body in agony and look up to see Hyun-ju collapsing, blood pouring from her neck.

Standing behind her: Myung-gi.

You clutch the newborn to your chest, even as the pain tears through your ankle. You look at him in disbelief as a few, final tears leak through Hyun-ju's eyes. Geum-ja hold up her hair pin shakily. He breathes, meeting your eyes, and silently closes the door. A voice, another male's echoes, "Yo! Anyone else back there?" you hear him sigh, "No, no one. I thought I saw something." A cackle echoes outside the door as the footsteps grow distant. 

Geum-ja exhales shakily, her hands stroking Hyun-ju's face silently, she glides them over her eyes, closing them. "Player 120, eliminated." 

Geum-ja helps you stand up, you wince in pain, clutching your baby tightly. She guides you to the door, stepping over Hyun-ju's body. 

You stop at the big door with the words exit looming over it. 

Geum-ja's hand shook as she took out the keys, one circle, one triangle, one square. And put them into their keyholes one by one. The time ticked. "Ma" it was Geum-ja's son, Yong-sik. His eyes were wild, blown out. He held up his knife.

The maze should’ve ended. Hyun-ju should’ve walked through that door. But instead… her blood still pools at your feet. And now, Geum-ja’s own son stands between you and freedom.

“Ma,” Yong-sik whispers, wild-eyed, knife trembling in his hand. “I haven’t killed anyone yet. They’re gonna kill me. I—I have to.”

His eyes flick to the baby in your arms. “Just—just one.”

“No…” Geum-ja’s voice breaks. “Please. Yong-sik, no.”

She puts herself between him and you, her arms spread. “Kill me instead. If you need blood, take mine.”

“I—I can’t—” he gasps. “You’re my mom.” “But she’s someone’s mom now too.”

You back away, clutching the baby tighter. Your ankle nearly gives. The door looms behind you. EXIT, but not without blood. Never without blood. Yong-sik pushes Geum-ja aside.

“Get away,” he growls, eyes glassy. He raises the knife. You scream. Metal glints. Blood sprays.

Geum-ja’s hairpin juts from his side, right where his ribs curve into his heart. “Ma…” he gasps. 

The guards descend. Shots ring out. Yong-sik falls.

And Geum-ja howls. Not like a contestant. Not like a mother. Like something ancient and raw and broken.

The dorms are quieter than they’ve ever been. Maybe the others are too afraid to speak. Or maybe they know something has died in you that will never come back.

Geum-ja leads you to your cot, one arm supporting your broken ankle, the other cradling your daughter like she’s hers. Maybe she is. Maybe she was. You lie down slowly, hissing in pain. The baby whines. She doesn’t understand hunger. She only understands want.

“I don’t know how,” you whisper, your hands trembling. “I don’t know how to be a mom.” Geum-ja just smiles. “No one does. Not at first.”

She helps guide the baby to your breast, whispering soft words, not for you, not for her, maybe for someone long gone.

The baby latches. Her tiny fists curl. You cry again, this time not in pain. But in the unbearable weight of being needed.

Later, when the baby wakes wailing, it’s Geum-ja who shushes her. Who teaches you to pat her back, how to hold her close without fear.

“I used to hum this song to him,” she says softly. You know she means Yong-sik. She hums it again anyway.

You wake up to silence.

The baby is nestled beside you, sleeping. But Geum-ja’s bed is empty. Or so you think, until you look up.

And there she is. Hanging from the top pole of the bunk.

Her body sways just slightly.

You don’t scream. You don’t move. You just stare. Because grief this deep turns you to stone. Only your arms move, clutching your baby tighter to your chest.

When the guards arrive, they say nothing. They lower her gently. Wrap her in black silk. Slide her into a coffin with a pink ribbon.

Her face is peaceful. Like she finally forgave herself.

You're limping. The fractured ankle burns with every step. The baby is pressed to your chest in the cloth sling Geum-ja left behind — the last thing she ever gave.

Behind you, the dorm doors shut. Ahead, the new game awaits.

Your grip tightens. You can’t let go. Not even for a second.

But your legs falter. Your body screams.

A hand touches your shoulder.

“Let me carry her,” Gi-hun says softly. “You’ll drop her like this.”

You turn, ready to snap, to protect, to bite if you have to. But then you see his eyes.

He’s not trying to take her from you. He’s trying to keep her safe.

“I can do it,” you mutter. “You’re going to hurt her,” he replies, quiet but firm. You hesitate. Then, slowly, you hand over your daughter.

Gi-hun’s arms cradle her carefully, as if she’s made of glass and stars.

“I wanted to have her, even though I had no idea how I would raise her,” you whisper. “I know that’s stupid. But I… I just wanted someone. Even if life got hard. Even if I couldn’t keep anything else. I just wanted someone.”

He walks beside you, the baby nestled into his chest now. He doesn’t look at you. But his voice comes low:

“I have a daughter too. Her name’s Ga-yeong. I missed her birthday once ‘cause I was gambling. I’ve missed a lot of things. Too many.”

He swallows.

“But watching her grow up, even when I was screwing up, it was the best thing I ever had.”

You look over at him. For once, he doesn’t look like a mess. He looks like a father. A man trying.

“If I die,” you murmur, “she’s yours.”

Gi-hun looks down at the baby, eyes red but gentle.

“Then I’ll protect her like I should’ve protected Ga-yeong.”

The bridge is metal and gut instinct. One wrong step and you fall.

But you already are falling, just slower, breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat.

You can’t jump. Not with your ankle. Not while holding her.

And Gi-hun sees it.

“Sit down,” he tells you, firm but calm. “You’re not making this jump.”

You hesitate, trembling. “What if you don’t make it?”

He doesn’t answer that. He only holds out his hands.

You kiss your baby’s forehead, your tears soaking her cheek.

And then, you let go. Gi-hun takes her. Holds her close. Nods once, then runs.

He jumps. He slips once, twice, his body nearly tumbling with each jagged landing. Every second feels like eternity.

Players ahead of him are screaming. Pushing. Shattering tiles.

And still, somehow, Gi-hun clutches your daughter tighter and keeps going. He makes it.

He turns back, standing on the final platform. He raises your baby in the air, not like a trophy, but like a promise.

And you finally breathe. You smile through the tears. She’s safe.

She’s safe. Then it starts again, the chaos.

Player 096 loses it. Shoves people left and right. The bridge becomes a warzone. Bodies fall like dominoes.

Gi-hun tries to step forward, but 096 blocks the path.

“You go back, you die too,” he growls.

Another shove. A scream. A splash of blood.

And then, finally, Gi-hun pushes back. Hard.

Player 096 falls and disappears into the void.

The timer is counting down now. 01:34.

You look at Gi-hun. He looks at you. “I’m coming back!” he yells. “Hold on!”

But it’s too far. Too much distance. Too little time.

“Take care of her,” you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Take care of our daughters.” He shakes his head, desperate.

“Don’t, please, don’t—!”

But your hands already reach behind you. You stand at the ledge.

Jumping doesn’t feel like falling. It feels like letting go.

Your body cuts through air, through screams, through silence.

The world grows weightless, slow. You think of her tiny hands. Her soft breath. Her warmth curled against your chest.

And then nothing. Just her name, and how you would never watch her grow up, on you lips, unspoken.

The End

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Cad Bane Character Analysis: Part 3--Tales of the Underworld Ep 3

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In this blog series I will be going through all of Cad Bane's appearances in Star Wars Canon, and making commentary on what each piece of media reveals about his character.

Look! It's bright shiny and new again! The government actually got its shit together. Good job Niro. Who could ever hate this sweet man?

I find it interesting that Bane has enough sway to invoke such loyalty in his old gang members, considering how young he was when he got put away. They must have recognized that spark of greatness within him.

Niro goes to talk with one of them.

"This is personal. Bane ain't ever gonna forgive you after what happened with Arin."

"He doesn't know the whole story."

Once again, a direct reference to Bane failing to uphold Lazlo's advice ("don't make it personal, kid").

What does it say about Bane that he chose a girl like Arin—a good girl? I think he’s sensible about certain things. I don’t think he would romantically mesh well with someone crazy, like Aurra Sing (only Hondo is stupid enough to try that). He can’t date someone that’s too similar to himself. That would be a disaster. From what we see of her, Arin is smart, gentle, and not combative to his stubbornness—she’s very demure in her disagreements with him. She offers him the soft comfort of a feminine woman, and in his hyper-masculine world, that’s an escape. I think Bane is instinctively attracted to people who are more genuine, although he would never allow himself to actually fall for one again.

I'm going to extrapolate on what I think most likely occurred with Arin in Bane's absence. She was young, scared, and pregnant even before Bane went and got himself arrested, and now that he's gone, she's completely alone. Given that she wasn't going on jobs for Lazlo, I don't think a life of crime was ever her calling. But she's resourceful. And she knows what she needs to do to survive. And she's plopped down right in front of Niro, this noble, strapping young man who will feel a sense of obligation towards her, as it is his fault her man is behind bars, leaving her high and dry. He probably picked her up and carried her to the hospital, made sure she had care, and checked up on her. He does claim that he "saved her life" after all.

And surprise, he finds out that she's pregnant with Bane's kid. If he didn't feel a sense of responsibility towards her before, he definitely does now. That child is fatherless because of him. That child is going to live in poverty, just like how he grew up. He can't abide by that, because he's a good man. So he offers to help Arin. He sets her up with a place to stay. Maybe a job. He makes sure she sees her doctor. And during all those times he checked up on her, she realizes just how good of a man he is. Much better than Bane ever was. And certainly a better father. This is someone she can go straight with. And she knows she's out of options, so she puts on the pressure. Starts hanging out with him more, seeking him out to spend time with him. He likes her, and he doesn't want to admit it to himself, because that would be a betrayal to Bane, even after everything that happened between them.

When they get married, maybe it's not for love for each other. It's love for Isaac, and for all of the good memories they shared with Bane. Arin loves her son, and wants him to have a good life with a good father. Niro loved Bane, and wants to honor the times he shared with his best friend by doing his best to take care of his girl and his son. Maybe, as time goes on, Niro and Arin grow to love each other too.

THIS KID IS SO FREAKING CUTE. HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS PAPA. I'm really bad with guessing ages of kids, but he looks like he's maybe 5-8 years old, which means Bane is in his mid to late twenties, and has spent most of his adult life in prison. Yikes.

"Ooh, and when Bane finds out about the two of you..."

"I saved her life."

Everyone who knows Bane, like his fellow gang members, knows that he does not let ANYTHING slide. I also wonder what Bane was up to in prison, in order to gain such aura. He was skinny little twink that wasn't allowed to go on jobs before he got locked up. Killing the Marshal got him major street cred. Lazlo was well-respected, and the fact that the Marshal was able to take him down? That's some serious skill. That, combined with the fact that the Marshal would be widely hated by criminals, would be enough to earn Bane his first bit of notoriety by killing him. He probably then started collecting a following in prison.

He's a pretty lanky dude---guys like him get eaten alive in prison. For him to come out the other end alive, in tact, and with more respect than he went in with, means some crazy shit happened in there. He probably killed several dudes with a fork, or something equally as insane. He's young, hotheaded, and angry. I wouldn't put it past him.

Notice how Bane is coming in on the noon shuttle? High noon? Very western.

This man aged twenty years in there. He's got some new scars. Definitely had his fair share of knife fights. Wherever they sent him, it was intense place. It seems like he was not allowed outside information as well. Other young people spend their twenties getting turnt, for reference.

"What's the situation? Have you talked to Arin?"

These two questions in conjunction with each other give us some insight as to what exactly Bane was planning on doing. Everyone else in town is convinced he's there to kill Niro. However, when he arrives, he doesn't ask about Niro at all---he asks about her. I believe his plan in coming back was to fetch Arin, because in his mind she was there waiting for him, and he would get some revenge on Niro on the side. Not only does he still care about her, he wants to include her in his new life.

Can we talk about how sad that is? Bane's been locked up for years. He lost everything, but he's still holding on to the idea that Arin is out there, waiting for him. That she's loyal. That she has nothing better to do with her life than wait on him.

Let's talk about Bane and Arin for a second.

She is a prize to him. And while yes, he does care for her, he does not fully respect her. He ignores her, walks away from her, and does not take her opinions into consideration. He's very hurtful to her by calling her a traitor for saving his life. She is an object to him. An object to his desires, and a symbol of his masculinity. He values her for the love and comfort she provides for him. In his mind, she exists to be obedient, reassuring, and his. She doesn't have her own wants or aspirations outside of her wanting a future with him. So when he hears this:

"No one's seen her. But I did hear something. She went and married the Marshal."

He immediately places the blame upon Niro. Honestly, Arin betrayed him pretty badly by giving his gun to Niro, but Bane seems to have forgotten about that, because she's only a silly woman who didn't know what she was doing. Only Niro could have been the one to convince her---nay, trick her into marrying him. It could not possibly be Arin's doing, because Arin can't make decisions as an object. Niro stole her from him, and Bane is there to reclaim her back, and she will passively go along with whatever outcome occurs. If he allows another man to take his girl, he is emasculated. He loses some of that priceless reputation he's been steadily gaining.

But ooh, does it destroy that delusional fantasy he had built up for himself in prison, that she was there waiting for him. It was probably the only thing keeping him going. Him choosing to have faith in someone, and having it bitterly rewarded. In reality, she realized that he's a terrible person, would be a terrible father, and chose to make a new life for herself with a good man.

Niro is the perfect scapegoat for the consequences of his own actions.

His henchman chooses to inform him that she married the Marshal, not the fact that she's dead. Given that her being deceased is obviously of more relevance, it leads me to believe that her death was not common knowledge, at least not to these criminals who had just arrived in town. The three of them genuinely had no idea that she was dead.

It seems as if the mayor knows that Isaac is Bane's son? She has this dramatic shot where she says his name.

Niro informs him that Arin is dead, and once again, Bane skips over the stages of grief and heads straight to anger. He has an incredibly fast reaction time, and processes information at a much faster rate than most people. Let's take a closer look at what he says back to Niro.

"You're saying the one thing that you shouldn't be saying today."

That implies that if Arin was still alive, there was a chance that Niro could have walked away from this alive too. I wonder what would have happened, if she still lived. She likely would have confronted Bane, and told him her reasons for marrying Niro. I can't imagine that that would have gone over well. Especially with an audience of his men there. He has to save face in front of them. It might be enough of a betrayal for him to kill her, but maybe he would have been willing to hear them out, for old time's sake. If she had told him that Isaac was his, I genuinely don't know what he would do, and I don't think he would know what to do either. Maybe that truth bomb would have smacked some sense into him to leave them alone as a happy family.

"It's all right. I'll take care of him. Just like you took care of Arin."

He was going to kill Isaac, 100%. Not his kid, not his problem (until it is!). He's also blaming Niro for Arin's death, which is a bit absurd. He has no idea how she died. But he's not using his rational brain right now. This man is full of cognitive dissonance, in order to make his personal narrative work. In his mind, he's the suave outlaw that is betrayed by the evil lawman that stole his girl and got her killed.

"There's something Arin wanted you to know, but she couldn't tell you."

"I'm done talking. It's too late for any of that anyways."

She "couldn't" tell him? Interesting. Also, Bane's voice sounds depressed when he says his line. Like it's hitting him that he has no one left. His gang is dead, Arin is dead, and Niro is about to be too.

"You took everything from me."

"Not everything."

How cruel that just as Bane thinks he has no one left, it's revealed to him that he has a child. A child whose father figure he just murdered, thereby ruining any chance of a relationship with him. I'm not gonna lie, this is one of the most tragic things I've ever seen. And dark. Holy shit.

The way he reaches out for him? That instinctual, longing, fatherly feeling already popping out? Before he buries it down so deep that it never resurfaces again?

Sickening. And this is where we get the title for the episode, "One Good Deed". The best, most moral thing Cad Bane ever does in his entire life---walking away from his own son, because he doesn't want to cause any more damage than he already has.

Although he is a terrible man, an even worse man would have claimed Isaac for himself. Forced himself into his life. Messed him up even more, out of a sense of ownership over his child. But no, he has one striking moment of clarity. He knows he fucked up. In this moment, he clearly sees all of the places he went wrong, starting back with Arin and Lazlo. And he accepts it. He accepts that this is the kind of man he is. That he will never be capable of going straight, because he can't let anything go. But he has to let this child go, because it's not about him this time.

And when Isaac looks up again, he's already walking away. Talk about that fast mental processing. He's fully committed to the bounty hunter life now.

I bet he got wasted after this. What else is there to do?

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“I’ve always liked Lady Whistledown,” Penelope said, her chin rising until her bearing was almost regal. She looked to Cressida, and their eyes caught as she added, “And it would break my heart if it turned out to be someone like Lady Twombley.”

— Chapter 11, ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON

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nora i’m so disturbed i had a dnp dream again and it was that mpreg had become a completely real possibility through medical procedure except dan was the pregnant one cause phil’s fragile body couldn’t handle it ??????????

i was gonna say this is probably what would have to happen irl but idk if dan would be willing to go through that, i feel like he'd be like.. no i'm good lets just get another fish or something

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the to the point of distraction au is incredible and i have so many thoughts,,, is tatooine working on taking down any of the other hutt systems, and are maybe trying to like, seduce the jedi and the sith back to see who will help their anti-slavery quest??? is kitster like, making fun of anakin in the evenings while they watch their coruscanti day time holos together? is obi-wan gonna be the jealous one this time?

oooohoho good thoughts!! to address in order,

i think any new kingdom of tatooine is going to have to eventually take down the other hutt systems, but also they'll need to strengthen themselves first - which is probably why shmi is entertaining both the jedi and the sith right now for sure. if neither faction feels good to her, she'd be fine going alone, it'd just be quicker to allow one to help her.

kitster and anakin definitely get together at night and kitster drags anakin for filth over all the shit he's said or done with darth solence because it's genuinely hilarious. kitster's never really seen anakin like this with anyone. half the time he's mooning over solence and the other half he's trying to stab him with a knife. kitster was half afraid anakin would stab him with a knife during a banquet where darth solence had, apparently, remembered his mission and was showering kitster-who-is-pretending-to-be-prince-skywalker in attention and flirty asides

which brings me to the last point where honestly i think my understanding of anakin's character in general is that he's jealous. or greedy. or possessive, which is why it shows up in my works so much. i think he's irrationally jealous a lot which then sneaks into his narrative when i write things from his perspective. im sure people are sick and tired of this facet of my anakins, but honestly it's one of the things that, for me, make his character read as a version of anakin skywalker, despite the crazy situations i put him in. sorry!

at the same time i really don't see obi-wan kenobi's character having that same nugget of irrational jealousy or greed or possessiveness that i see anakin skywalker having and that's why a lot of my fics have elements of jealous anakin but not jealous obi-wan - jealous/possessive obi-wan is more au dependent than essential to the character for me

that all being said, for this au i do think obi-wan would be jealous or possessive - after all, he's Fallen! He's dark! he can allow his jealousy to run rampant! now...how many situations crop up where he can really be jealous or possessive? like it's not kitster the manservant that anyone's trying to seduce, it's the prince! obi-wan's kitster isn't in the line of fire, so to speak, so while i'm sure there are moments where obi-wan feels that sweet sweet green-eyed monster, the plotty identity shenanigans really thwart more openly jealous obi-wan here

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THE WAY HE CARES | FIVE

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wc: 3,5k | rating: 18+ for eventual smut | Joel Miller x You | Enemy Pregnancy

summary: Joel Miller has been my pain-in-the-ass neighbour for years. we argue more than we speakand when we do speak, it's usually through gritted teeth. but when my doctor tells me my fertility’s running out of time, panic sets in. I want a baby and I don’t have the luxury of waiting around for Mr. Right. Joel's a damn good father to his daughter, Sarah. that much, I can’t deny. so one night, fuelled by nerves and just the right amount of wine, I ask him the unthinkable: get me pregnant. no strings.no romance. just biology. i never planned on falling for him. but nothing about Joel Miller ever goes according to plan.

while the story is first person narrative, the OC female character is YOU. she is not named and barely physically described aside from being able bodied and having hair long enough to grab.

tags/warnings: neighbours, enemies to lovers, comedy, smut, sexual tension, mentions of fertility and reproductive issues, mentions of drugs and alcohol, self pleasure (male). i will add more tags as they become relevant.

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Joel shows up at my door the following ovulation window ten minutes after I send the text with no questions or weird follow-up. Just a simple: be there in a sec. 

I still can't believe he’s offered so kindly, so blindly. 

He walks in with his worn flannel rolled up at the sleeves, heavy boots thudding against my hardwood floors and he heads straight to the bathroom like this is the most normal Tuesday night task he’s ever signed up for.

"This is for you," I tell him when he arrives, holding out a six pack of his favourite beer. "As a thank you."

"Not necessary."

"I know." 

He nods, looking awkwardly around before placing the six back by the door. He rights himself, dark eyes sweeping over me. 

"So..." 

I motion for him to follow, pointing at the familiar door. 

“I left a cup on the counter,” I tell him arms crossed as I lean against the wall just outside the door. “Same one as last time. Washed, sterilized, emotionally traumatized.”

Joel snorts. “You’re real hospitable, y’know that?”

“Just trying to keep things professional,” I reply. “Like a very weird, unlicensed clinic.”

I move to the kitchen and hear the bathroom door click shut. I try not to listen in but I can't help it. I creep back into the hall, holding my breath. 

The faucet runs for a few seconds, maybe he’s washing his hands? Or trying to stall. He’s got this quiet nervous energy, which is wild because Joel Miller does not seem like a man who gets nervous. 

He’s the kind of guy who fixes your leaking sink without asking, leaves the wrench on your porch, and then scowls at you for saying thank you.

I pace back and forth with my body tingling and my skin warm. Five minutes go by and I'm consumed by the running thought that this feels different from last time but I can't explain why. 

“Uh.” His voice floats through the door hesitantly. “You got your phone on you?”

 “Why?”

“I forgot mine.”

“You forgot it again, or you didn’t want to bring it into the donation chamber*?” I make air quotes even though he can’t see me.

“Bit’a both,” Joel grumbles. “Look, I need something. I’m not seventeen, it takes more than imagination.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “You really want my phone?”

“Worked last time,” he mutters.

I groan, covering my face with my hand. “Fine. But no going through my photo albums.”

He scoffs. "You think I want to see your camera roll? Just pass it under.”

I unlock and slip the phone under the door and a second later, I hear the soft clunk of the cup on the counter and then the faint creak of the toilet lid. 

For the record, I am not imagining what Joel Miller looks like sitting there, hunched over, trying to do the world’s most awkward chore. I’m not. Okay, maybe I am a little. 

I hold my breath when I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone, the light clink of a belt. 

And then a soft, barely heard "fuck, baby."

I hear a soft rasp that has to be his hand on his cock gliding up and down... Up and down. Does he spit on it? Is it beading at the tip? Shit I need to get laid. 

The sound increases, the tempo faster and faster. The sound is getting slick, the tugging more frenzied.  I can hear him making soft little pants between gritted teeth of so fucking good and keep going darlin', just like that, you know just what I need. 

What is he watching? I'm dying to know. Is it just Google images? Pornhub? My knowledge of porn is limited so i can't imagine much further than that. I'm debating this when I hear a muffled groan and the volume on my phone spikes with a very loud, very feminine, very familiar moan. 

My entire spine locks as Joel curses behind the door. 

There’s a fumbling noise, skin against porcelain, phone slipping, a soft thud. He slaps the volume down, but not before I hear the worst sound possible: my own voice broken and whiny.

“Fuck, feels so good Daddy.”

Oh.

My.

God.

He hit one of my saved videos. The most humiliating one. The one no one else has ever seen besides me. And now him. 

“Joel,” I gasp, mortified. “What the fuck are you watching?”

Dead silence. I want to dissolve into the drywall. My face is on fire. Then Joel's voice is there through the door, irritated. 

"Why are you standin' out there? You listenin' to me?"

Fair question. 

"Don't flatter yourself, Miller. I was walking by to do laundry." 

He's quiet for a moment then I hear a small sigh. "You, uh… always record yourself?”

My cheeks flame knowing what video he landed on. 

Me, the camera propped to see me from above. One hand playing between my legs, the other pinching my hard nipples as I moan obscenities and writhe on my bed. I filmed it for my last hook up, some guy from tinder that begged me for a sexy video where I called him Daddy. I still can't believe I did it. 

But upon playback I found it to be too personal, too intimate and chickened out sending it.  However I looked really hot in it. Soft lighting, slutty negligee. So I kept it and I never regretted it until this very moment. 

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Joel.”

“I’m already halfway done, for chrissake!”

“Using my video as inspiration?”

"I was watching somethin' and my finger slipped. I'm watchin’ something else now don't stress yourself." 

I bang my forehead lightly against the wall. “This is humiliating.”

“You want results or not?” he grumbles. “’Cause frankly, you’re not makin’ this any easier.”

“You used a video of me!”

“I didn’t mean to! It just played.”

Joel mutters something about "momentum" and I swear I briefly lose vision in my right eye.

I slide down to the floor, back against the wall. This whole plan is a disaster. A hilarious, humiliating, hormone-fueled disaster.Three more minutes pass in agonizing silence. I hear the occasional huff, a muttered “Jesus”, and once, weirdly, the sound of the faucet again. At this point I don’t want to know.

Then the door opens a crack and he stands there with pink cheeks. “Done.”

He stays in the doorway, still half inside the bathroom, like he’s ready to retreat again at a moment’s notice. Neither of us speak. The air between us is taut and unbearably awkward.

Finally, I say, “You really didn’t mean to hit that video?”

“No,” he says. Then, after a beat, “But it didn’t hurt.”

I suck in a breath. He shrugs one shoulder, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I stare at him. Finally he nods behind him.

“You gonna… do the thing?”

“I wasn’t planning on baking it into a lasagna, Joel. Yes. I’m doing the thing.”

He makes a face, then takes a cautious step back. “Right. Well. Hope this one takes.”

“Me too.”

“’Cuz this was plenty awkward.” he raises a brow, lips twitching. “Unless you keep uploading performance art like that.”

"Get the fuck out of here."

Joel laughs as he heads for the door. And even though I want to slam it behind him, part of me watches the way he walks, how he scratches the back of his neck like he’s still flustered, how he glances back once, just before stepping off my porch.

And how my body tingles wondering if our child will have his smile.

Sarah’s started waving to me when she gets dropped off by the bus. Not in that fake, I-have-to-be-nice-to-the-lady-who-lives-across the street-way. She does it casually, like we're friends. 

She drives by on her bike on sunny afternoons and tosses a greeting to me while I attempt to garden. Some days she even slows down long enough to chat about school, or soccer, or how the new guy at school is the most annoying boy on earth (even though I know she has a crush on him). 

I don’t know when it started, exactly. I think after that whole weird run in it broke the ice. Like she'd been wanting to talk to me the whole time and now had an excuse. And just like that I’m the neighbor she trusts enough to share her day when we both go to get our mail at the same time. 

She’s sweet, smart and sarcastic like her father, but way easier to talk to. She's charming in a way most pre-teen girls aren't.  So when she casually says, “Hey, we’re doing a cookout Saturday, you should come,” during one of her drop ins I don’t think she means it as a trap. 

She smiles all big and earnest and I can admit it disarms me. 

I blink. “Oh, uh… I don’t want to crash your family thing.”

“You wouldn’t be. I invited you.” She tosses her backpack over her shoulder. “And Dad always makes too much food anyway. Like, weird amounts. Who the hell needs fifteen burgers?”

I laugh. “Alright. Maybe for one burger.”

That Saturday I follow Sarah through the open side gate, the scent of grilled meat and charcoal already curling through the summer air. She’s chatting about how Joel just had to put in a pergola after seeing something on HGTV, and I half-listen, too aware of where I’m heading.

I haven’t been in his backyard before. I’ve seen flashes through my bedroom window, glimpses distorted by my blinds slats.

And now that I’m here, stepping into his space and I hate how impressed I am because his backyard is stunning. There’s a wide cedar deck that leads to a slate stone patio, a pergola strung with soft Edison bulb lights, and planters built right into the woodwork. There’s even a sleek built-in bench that curves around a fire pit in the corner like it was lifted from a designer’s sketchbook.

Of course Joel would know how to make something like this. He builds things for a living. But damn I'm jealous. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” he says, flipping a burger with practiced indifference.

“Well, your daughter is oddly persuasive.”

“She gets it from her mom,” he mutters, and then glances at me. There’s sweat darkening the collar of his t-shirt, a smudge of soot on his forearm, and the look in his eyes, teasing, but cautious, makes something tangle up in my chest. 

"Burgers look dark," I say in an effort to change my thought process. 

"Is that a compliment or a complaint?”

“Guess I'll know when I eat one,” I admit.

He smirks, noticing my eyes go across his backyard again. My obvious jealousy must show on my face because he's chuckling. 

“You’re staring."

“I’m not,” I lie, because I am. “I’m just trying to figure out how many hours of HGTV and ego it took to make this place happen.”

He grins, setting the tongs down. “Ego? Please. This is pure craftsmanship.”

“Craftsmanship,” I echo, nodding solemnly. “Is that what we’re calling this level of overcompensation now?”

He lets out a short laugh and leans against the edge of the deck railing. This is comfortable for us, this gentle ribbing. It forces reminders of pregnancy and cups in bathrooms from our brains. 

Sarah calls out to telling me she wants to show me something. I use it as an excuse to step away, feeling Joel’s eyes on my back as I arrive to Sarah is showing me her new bike, the one she saved for with all her babysitting money. I give my compliments but mostly I watch her smile and the way she arches her brow like Joel when I say something asinine about not having streamers for the handles.

I listen to her patiently explain why she picked this specific model and I can see the way she worked hard to get it. These are all admirable traits, ones I want our baby- no, my baby - to have. Fingers crossed all her good attributes aren't from her mother. 

The afternoon isn’t terrible, if I’m honest. The food’s actually great; Joel can grill like it’s an Olympic event and there's corn on the cob, biscuits, chips and more. 

Sarah keeps the conversation going enough that I don’t feel like I’m intruding. We sit at a beautifully done patio table that I'm sure Joel made by hand. With Sarah taking the only seat across from us I'm forced in next to Joel, our knees bumping every so often. 

Joel’s less gruff when he’s got a beer in hand and a chatty daughter as a distraction. Noticing that I can't drink beer Joel pours me a tall glass from the jug of lemonade so sweet it sputter a choke. 

"I made it," Sarah announces proudly. 

"It's perfect," I say between small coughs. I catch Joel grinning behind his burger. He nudges my shoulder with his. 

"You need another glass? Seems like you dribbled most of that one down your front." 

"Dad! Be nice or she's never gonna come back," Sarah admonishes through a mouthful of burger. 

"Don't worry Sarah. I came for your company not his," I promise with a wink. 

"S'that so?" Joel says with fake offense. "No dessert for you then." 

"I'm the one that dessert," Sarah reminds him. 

"Oh right."

All at once she and I meet eyes across the table and burst into laughter at his response. 

And I look over, expecting to see Joel frowning or at least pretending to be irritated. But instead he's wearing this soft look as he glances between us and when we lock eyes there's something curling beneath my skin that feels unfamiliar and a little dangerous. 

I look away quickly with my cheeks burning, listening as Sarah asks Joel about their upcoming boat day with Uncle Tommy. I find myself intrigued with Sarah's stories about growing up with Joel. About camping trips and Joel's first day at the construction company with his brother Tommy. 

I learn a lot about the family. How Joel and his ex Penny split when Sarah was two. How for a while when she was transferred overseas for her dream job that it was just Joel and Sarah against the world. 

They all have a good relationship now and ever since she moved back, Penny is an active part of Sarah's life. And through it all I glance at Joel through my hair, seeing the way he smiles at his daughter, never interrupting her. How he nods and laughs and genuinely seems to enjoy her company. 

After a while I realize that despite my previous hesitation I'm actually enjoying my time here with both of them. It's comfortable. I like laughing and eating and relaxing with the Millers, it feels great actually.

And then I go inside to use the bathroom, my stomach a little rumbly. For a moment I worry that Joel might have overcooked the meat.

Sarah offers to show me where if it's and I'm momentarily distracted by the sight of Joel's, neat and tidy home because the moment I cross the threshold, it hits me: this is the first time I’ve been inside Joel Miller's house.

I think I thought maybe it would feel unfinished, rough around the edges like him. But instead, it’s calm and warm and lived in. I hesitate in the hallway. A framed drawing hangs there, a child’s sketch in marker, thick and wobbly.

To the best  Dad in the world, Love Sarah.

 A little house with flowers, a sun, and two stick figures holding hands. It guts me, just a little because it's obvious Joel keeps it right there, where he can see it every day.

For some reason I thought that I'd see a lot of empty beer bottles and clothes strewn about. And while there is the lived in quality, I cannot say that just anything less than tidy. 

"Just there," Sarah days pointing to a door. "I'm grabbing some cupcakes. You want one?"

"Chocolate?"

"I'm not a barbarian. Of course chocolate."

I laugh.  "Sure. Thanks!"

I find the bathroom down the hall and flick on the light. It’s surprisingly clean. Minimalist. No clutter on the counter, just a soap dispenser shaped like a seashell and a pink towel folded with military precision. 

Girl dad. 

I'm humming some dumb pop song Sarah had playing on her dad's phone earlier, when I feel it.

That unmistakable shift, a twinge and then the gut drop and I freeze, tears springing along my water line.

No. No no no. Please no. 

I tug down my jean shorts and panties, ass hitting the porcelain and I feel my stomach drop further. 

There it is. Blood. A visceral reminder of my failure. I stare at the bathroom wall, throat tight, heart hammering. It didn’t take. Again. My body made the decision for me. Final, Indifferent and cruel.

The rest happens on autopilot. I clean up. Flush. I haven't bled through my shorts thankfully. I wash my hands again even though I already did. 

I stare at myself in the mirror for a long moment, hands braced on the edge of the sink.

My face in the mirror looks normal, too normal because it doesn't look like the face of someone whose entire hope just slipped quietly away without so much as a warning cramp.

I slip out the side door, muttering something vague to Sarah about forgetting an errand, and ignore Joel when he calls after me from the grill, “You good?”

I’m not good.

I walk home, eyes burning, arms wrapped around myself like they can hold everything together if I just squeeze tight enough.

The knock comes about an hour later and I pretend I don’t hear it. But Joel’s not the kind of man who goes away politely, of her was we may have started out as friends.

“Hey,” he calls through the door. “You left your damn cupcake. ”

I shut my eyes.

More knocking. Then the handle jiggles. “I know you’re home. You're lights are all on."

“Go away, Joel.”

He pauses. "That was fucking rude you know. Sarah spent all afternoon makin' those cupcakes."

"Tell her I'm sorry."

"You can tell her yourself."

My throat tightens.

I don’t want to open the door. I don’t want to see him. But something inside me uncoils, half spite, half despair, and I open it anyway.

Joel’s there, brow furrowed, arms crossed. He looks angry. He takes one look at me and his whole face shifts subtly, but enough.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice lower now. Less bark, more something else.

I exhale. “I got my period.”

It lands between us like a brick. Joel blinks.

“Oh,” he says. Then again, slower. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Silence. He's a girl dad, not embarrassed but he's not exactly great with it. He is a Southern man after all. 

I fold my arms. “So you can stop acting like i was trying to hurt Sarah's feelings by running out of there.”

Joel rubs the back of his neck. “Shit. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. Why would you? You’re not the one counting days or tracking symptoms or hoping for nausea.”

He shifts. “You could’ve told me.”

“You’re not my boyfriend, Joel. You’re not my anything. You’re just the guy who drops off DNA.”

That stings. I see it in his eyes.

“I care,” he says, voice sharp.

I laugh bitterly and he looks down at the porch boards. 

"I'm sorry I'm being a bitch. This isn't your fault, Joel. I just feel like a failure." 

Joel looks up. 

“What?”

"I'm supposed to be able to do this without so much effort. I feel less than every other woman I see with kids."

He doesn’t speak. The silence stretches so long I almost close the door again.

But then Joel says, "You're not." 

I blink. “What?”

“You're not less than,” he repeats, stepping back. “You're strong and focused and you know what you want. You'll be a great mom some day and that kid'll be the luckiest child in the world to have you as a parent." 

Then he shocks me further. 

"And we can keep this thing going until it sticks."

I blink up at him. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I'm afraid I'm going to start crying. 

"Joel I can't ask that of you, I finally say shakily. 

"I'm offerin', you just let me know when to come by." He looks awkward now. “Alright. I’ll, uh, let you be.”

He turns and starts back down my porch steps, the sagging wood creaking underfoot.

“Joel?”

He stops, head turned to the side, profile strong. "Yes?"

"Please tell Sarah I'm sorry about the cupcakes."

“I'll get her to drop you one tomorrow,” he says, “but only if I don't eat em all myself first." 

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[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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[kurokawaia]

FILLED 彡 Bakugou Katsuki

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: timeskip bakugou, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, pretty, baby, love, darling?', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . total wc :: 1.9k+

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Bakugou is seen as a hot head, paparazzi never fail to ask him if he acts this way with you and his answer will forever and always be, 'no, she's my wife. not you, extra's.' He would never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together, and even if you were to see your separate ways, he would never think if hurting you still. 

However, one thing was certain, Bakugou thinks daily about how you would look pregnant, struggling to walk further into the pregnancy, asking for his help constantly. Taking care of you is all he wants to do, it is something he craves deeply, so deeply it's getting annoying. The thought is prying in his mind so much that he gets agitated, to the point where he can't think straight. 

Katsuki is more than amazing towards you, he's cooks bomb food, his aftercare is absolutely beautiful, and he cares for you so much, you're beautiful husband. But this isn't about you, this is about him. Bakugou cums to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife, catering to his children. He knows you're a hero, a strong one but even you've said, he remembers it clear as day when you uttered the words, 'this hero stuff, I don't think I can do it anymore Kats', I wanna stay at home.'

So, this is where sex leads to again.

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Bakugou's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Bakugou's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"'Kats'," you mewl out through sobs. "Please, wait, it's too much." Even though you were pleading for him to slow down, you couldn't help but relish in how overstimulated he was making you feel, it felt so good you never wanted it to end. 

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body is getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt. Bakugou's lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. 

"You're doing so good for me," he hums agasint your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent along with his caramel glycerin sweat. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs.

"Feels so full though, Kats'. I don't think I can take another one," you hiccup, but you can, you need it so much, you crave it so badly. 

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own, and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Bakugou helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.

Bakugou drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Love, please, for me," Bakugou whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more."

"Fuck," you breathily sigh, suddenly all your stamina has been revived, you beg, "Please. Promise, I can take it."

"Thank you," he replies, smirking agasint your lips, aching to be closer to you. 

Bakugou slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto its stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it.

You then felt Bakugou's mass press down against your back, and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. He was about to go insane, you looked, no, are so small compared to him and it makes him go feral. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it," Bakugou groans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "There you go, pretty girl. Taking me so damn well."

You sigh in pleasure at the praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you, taking his length. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Bakugou's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Bakugou rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Bakugou's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Bakugou was breathily sighing in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Bakugou was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Bakugo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. 

He smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, pretty, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him, and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip, but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Bakugou hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Bakugou groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with vermilion iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Bakgou groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Bakugou adds. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon, pretty," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Bakugou helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against yours once again as his hips slammed into yours, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you.

Bakugou slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.

"Katsuki!" you moan out. "Give me a sec, babe."

"Sorry, pretty," he apologised, placing kisses to your shoulder, his voice a soft grumble. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty in places, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and psycho. This part- OH BOY- fingering, Suguru being a psychotic munch so oral (f recieving) rough sex, dirty talk, multiple positions, choking and smacking (in and out of the bedroom) cockwarming, mating press, creampie, TOXIC asf, hate sex, angst. WC this part- 8k

Will be three parts I THOUGHT now looking like four lmao <3 Plz share/comment/ like if you enjoy!- This won the poll as the thank you for 7k followers, tysmmm!

<<<Part One - Playlist - Masterlist - Part Three (soon) Based on Clan Leader Geto

Part Two

“Now.”

Suguru’s quiet command was just that, a command, one for you to obey as his ‘wife’. But you damn sure weren’t going to act like you wanted to fuck this deranged psycho any more than you already did.

“Get it over with then, the sooner I get pregnant the better.”

“Exactly, we won’t have to do this any longer. Useless little-”

You smack him, earning a psychotic glare, violet eyes glittering dangerously as your hand stings, and red lifts on his perfect face. “Call me a monkey one more time.”

He smirks, leaning close now, yanking you to him, turning you and unzipping your dress, letting it fall, so you don’t see just how perfect he thinks you are. His hands slip around your front, one sliding up to squish a breast, thumb brushing a nipple, making you cry out before you can stop yourself, he chuckles at your response, his other finding your pussy now, dripping.

“Already so wet, hmm? Admit it, you love getting fucked by me, you know how above you I am, pathetic… human. Hmm?” You turn in surprise, as you’re soaking his fingers now, your lips parted, tantalizing, eyes rolling back as he finds your engorged little clit, swirling his fingers on it.

“Fuck… you… mnh…” Is all you manage, as he feels your hair fall back against his chest, and his cock is already throbbing, even after jerking it this morning and last night, he has to be inside you again.

“Soaking me from a little touch? So fucking pathetic.” He whispers, you bite down on your lip, shoving at his hands then, turning.

“Just put it in, I can take it now.” You have him lifting you like you’re nothing, and for this brief moment when he holds you, and your lips are too close, he pictures it, letting go with someone so measly and useless, someone so annoying and absolutely insolent.

But he can never think that way.

He tosses you on the bed, spreading your thighs, spitting right on your pussy then, you gasp at it, lewd and wanton, as he watches the bubbly clear liquid pool between lips still puffy from getting fucked last night. He moans at the sight, at loud, as he leans down, inhaling you, and you shove at him with your feet, earning another death glare.

“What are you doing, just get it done. Don’t… whatever that is!” He aches to taste you, fuck you’re annoying him, the scent driving him insane. He can smell how badly you want him, as he gathers his spit and shoves it in your little hole, and you whine out, sore and throbbing.

“Stop thinking you can tell me what to do, you’re nothing but a tool for me, a pretty little tool.”

“Pretty huh?” You cry out as he scissors his fingers now, done with your remarks, his other hand slamming on your mouth, muffling your protests.

“Will you shut up, fuck I’ll get there.” Suguru took his time with things, he wants to devour every pretty inch of your body, but you’re correct, it is in fact stupid to do so, to waste the talents of his tongue and mouth on your pretty, but useless human body. “Undress me.”

You take a shaky breath, sitting up now, with no help of his, undoing the buttons  of these black robes he’s wearing, pretentious and royal, stupid just like him. You’re filled with so much hate your chest heaves, as you realize your body wants this, and you hate that it does. You quickly drop his robes and once again, gulping as you remember the initial pain last night.

Suguru watches you hesitate, raising a dark brow now, acting as if his tip leaking precum is just so normal for this situation. “Go on, I’ll allow it.” He says then, and your eyes narrow.

“Allow what?” Your voice is full of laughter, he wonders if you have any sense of self preservation, serving to only infuriate him further.

“You to serve me, you may if you beg pretty enough.” He tilts your chin up then, and you burst into laughter, only making him scowl down at you.

“I’ll not serve you anymore than I already have to. Get one of your little cult girls to do that.”

“You insolent-”

“Come on now, what position is best for baby making?” He turns you around then, until you’re on your knees, you look back wildly at him, at his flexing muscles, his long dark hair falling over a shoulder as he grabs your hips.

“Arch your back, monkey.” Your jaw sets, and he realizes very quickly you won’t, sighing and rolling violet eyes, pressing between your shoulder blades, yanking on your hip and almost cumming at how pretty your ass looks arched. “Fuck…”

“This is the best po-mnh!” He’s pressing his tip against you, up your slit now, which pools out arousal, when he smacks you firm on one ass cheek. “Don’t fucking do that psycho!”

“You’ve irritated me.”

Your ass looks perfect with his handprints.

“Now, arch more, hmm?”

He just wants a good look at you, how small your waist looks like this, how your ass is shaped so perfectly, hips fitting in his big hands that are taking you over, and he presses deeper, sucking in his moans. His thumbs press into the dimples on your lower back, cursing silently at how perfect you feel, gripping just his tip he could cum, his head falling forward as he leans over you.

His feet planted on the floor, he presses further, making you cry out, as he stretches you, fills you, and damn if it doesn’t feel good. You bite it back again, inhaling sharply as he leans over you, his hair now falling against your bare shoulders, his breath hot in your neck as he shoves his cock so deep. His hand comes to cup your chin, turning it to make you look up at him.

God you’re pretty.

“Got you to shut up- hah.” He huffs, and you open your mouth to protest when he slams your cervix, squeezing your throat just so, until you’re fuzzy, and your cunt is slick, sucking him in hungry.

“F-fuck you… hate it…” You whisper, he laughs then, deep and dark in your ear, squeezing your throat tighter with long fingers, beginning to fuck into you, lewd noises filling your bed chamber as he moves.

“Could fucking kill you right now, tiny, pathetic little neck. Could snap it right now, huh?” He squeezes further, and you should be terrified, surely, but instead you’re convulsing around his cock, making you both sigh in pleasure, as each of you try to hide your body's reactions, and fail the more he pumps.

“Kill me… then… do it…” You whisper, and he squeezes more now, your windpipe pressed between his strong hand, as he presses fully in, bottoming out all his inches in your pussy, and you scream silently, eyes rolling back in your skull as you feel fuzzy, like you’re floating.

“I could do it, oh I could do it.” He loves it then, feeling as you’re close, he can tell with how your body jerks and moves, then he’s shoving deep and rolling his hips, watching as you shatter for him. “Can’t fucking help it, feel too good?”

You shake your head even as he’s squeezing your neck, as you’re cumming all over his cock, when he lets go, and you take a breath, burying your face, fingers gripping the silk red and black blankets. You don’t see Geto losing it, his hands shaking, cock pulsing as your walls flutter, and he feels it, he’s close already, you’re too tight, you’re too much.

Annoying.

“Don’t wanna show me how much you like it, do you?” You shake your head, gasping for a breath then.

“Hate it, hate you, hate your dick- ah!” He’s on you then, prone position, heavy weight over your much smaller body, taking you over. You’re whimpering helplessly when he finds your clit again, and shoves his cock deep. “S-stop touching it, shit!”

“You like it, huh?” You bite your lip, shaking your head as he fucks you far too intimately, one elbow holding himself up, hand right back on your throat, as he laps up sweat that’s dripping down the curve of your neck. “You love it, me inside you, don’t you monkey?”

“Fuck you.” You manage to breathe out, giving him no satisfaction as you bury your face again, hands gripping the blankets so hard they’re crumpling, screaming as he makes you cum again, as he makes you hate him more.

Suguru loses himself in you, burying his face in your neck, as he had last night, groaning softly as he feels your orgasm surround him, milk him, pulling his fingers back finally giving your overstimulated clit a reprieve. He puts his fingers to his lips then, and when he tastes you!?

Suguru pauses his thrusts, the sweetness of you unlike anything he’s ever tasted, making his cock twitch inside you, and suddenly it’s too intimate, it’s too much, having him inside you, on you, teeth sinking into your neck. It feels far too perfect, and you despise this monster even more for it, for making you weak against him, under him like this.

“God…” He murmurs, confusing you when he presses his lips against your ear, breath tickling it again, making you shiver. “Ready for me to fill you up?”

“Get it d-done.” You squeak out, he yanks you further down on his cock, pumping inside you then, and you swear this psycho cult leader whimpers, it’s almost disorienting hearing it, you barely manage to focus, as your vision swims. When his sexy - fuck it’s not sexy - moan fills your ears, and he’s shoving his thick cock so deep, you can’t stop your body’s reaction.

You’re cumming again, only edging him on further, laughing at you, even as he’s crying out, pulling your hair by the nape of your neck, pumping so deep. “F-fuck… gonna put so much in you, fill you till your stupid little ass can’t walk.”

“Fuck you- ngh!” Your orgasm is just extended as his cum fills you so deep inside, feeling him pulse and spurt so much cum it’s stupid.

“Bratty, annoying, insolent… fuck…” perfect, you feel perfect.

Suguru supposes if he had to be paired with a monkey, you were by far the best, he’d never felt anything like you before, even how you smell, the softness of your skin, everything just draws him in. He tries to shake himself out of the stupor, feeling your aftershocks milking every last drop from him, impulse making him press a kiss on your upper back.

“Don’t do that.” You whisper now, and he pauses himself, why is he kissing your skin, why is he lingering. This isn’t what this is for, it’s for power, it’s for an heir to get the Geto clan off his fucking back.

After that you won’t be needed to breed would you?

Suguru contemplates that for a moment, still laying on you, hoping you don’t get pregnant any time soon, which confuses him more than anything, as you’re gasping for a breath under him, wriggling just so. “You’re heavy, get off me.”

“You’re such a mean little bitch, you know that?” He hops off you then, turning you to your back and shoving you down by your collar bones, your breaths come faster as he looms over you, thin sheen of sweat coating his perfect body.

“A bitch? You expect me to be happy, to worship you? I never will.” You whisper, his fingers itch to touch you more, when he finally pulls back, and sees it, the milky white cum starting to ooze from your little hole. The sight of it ignites something feral in him, as he takes his fingers and scoops it up, your mouth drops open just a bit.

“You’re not even keeping the cum inside you, hmm? Guess I’ll have to help you keep it in.” He shoves his two thick, long fingers in your cunt then, watching as your hole swallows it, and you’re whimpering, so sexy his cock, sticky from you still, twitches again.

“N-not necessary, is this?” You whisper, clearly naive and innocent, it’s him defiling you really, but how can he help himself, when he needs more of you.

“It is very necessary, slutty little cunt wasting it all.”

“Slutty, bet your cult girls are like a - ah!” Suguru is curling his fingers in you again as you speak, making you stutter, when his thumb hits your clit again. “That… part… why do you…”

“Cumming, it’ll help it take.” You frown at him, brows drawing together. “It’s not as if I want you to have pleasure, or work at it, but it’s true.”

“We’re already done now though, can you- f-fuck I…” You’re gushing down his hands, the mix of his own cum and yours making him die to taste it.

“Tsk, so messy, aren’t you?” He slips his fingers out now, putting them inside your mouth, only for you to enjoy this asshole’s taste before you think better and bite the shit out of his fingers, making him scowl as he pulls them back. “Not just weak and useless, you’re stupid. Think I won’t kill you before you have a baby?”

“Worth it to bite your stupid fingers and slap your stupid face.” You sit up as he finally stands, blushing for a moment as you see the wet spot you’ve caused, as you see his cum trailing down his tip. You think wildly about licking it before you stand and turn away, clearing your throat and bending down to get your robes.

“You’re lucky my family needs you around, or I’d send a curse in and kill you in your fucking sleep.” You roll your eyes, adjusting your robes now as you turn, seeing him still shirtless, as he adjusts his own robes.

“Anything else you require of me, husband or Lord Geto- whatever the hell I’m supposed to call you.” He chuckles then, cupping your face, but not sweetly, no he’s squeezing it, violet eyes so dilated they look black, the intensity making your heart falter for a moment.

“Your mouth is just begging to be shut. Maybe if I fuck your throat good enough you’ll lose your voice?” He taunts, and your glare just makes him hard all over again, along with the thought of fucking this insolent mouth of yours. “Nothing to say about that? Get you wet?’

Yes.

“You wish.” He smirks his full lips, trailing his fingers down your waist now.

“You’ll be dripping me all day, won’t you?”

“I sure hope not, it’s uncomfortable and disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You are!” You shove at him now, breaths faster and faster, he loses his smirk, his humor, gripping your wrist bruisingly.

“You’ll be ready for dinner tonight, as well as my meeting tomorrow, you’ll be everywhere I am publicly.”

“Oh joy, can’t wait.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he opens the door, summoning the little bull curse again, who runs up to you now. Suguru’s eyes narrow, as he turns and watches the curse lick your cheek. He’s known the curse to be odd, but the way you giggle, how your face lights up?

He’s seen you scowl, seen tears in your eyes, seen your jaw set and your eyes full of fire, but for the moment you’re just happy, as the curse is nudging at your hand, and he realizes you’re not just a pretty human. You’re fucking beautiful, the kind of girl who would have taken the Suguru of Jujutsu high days by his heart, that would have had him desperate for you.

He’s not that man, but some part of him annoyingly persists, the part that misses Gojo, Shoko, fuck he misses Nanami, so many of his fallen classmates. The rage he holds is usually enough to keep the loneliness at bay, the fact that though he’s surrounded by people who love him, who need him, he’s truly alone. There are no friends, there is no love anymore.

You remind him of a past he aches to forget, when your smile and glittery eyes look at him, before they fall, and you remember yourself, which Suguru needs almost, he doesn’t need to crave happiness for you. A means to an end, perhaps the sex has ruined his fucking brain.

“Could I name him?” You ask, and he wants to smile at you, the smile he used to have, not the cruel psychotic smirk, but instead he just shrugs a broad shoulder.

“If you must, I never gave him one. He’ll keep you…” Safe. “From leaving, but he won’t…” Hurt you. “He’s very calm.”

“I know, I like him a lot. Hmm, I’ll think of a name for you, handsome boy.” You tease him, and then Suguru hears your tummy growl quite loudly, making you flush in embarrassment.

“I’ll have someone show you where the kitchens are.” He says, he hasn’t even contemplated that you need food, and even curse users eat. Clearly he’s been a little too… involved with that insane pussy you think is normal, to worry about you properly functioning.

“Oh thank you I guess… I haven’t eaten since I’ve been here.”

“Ah, that’s… not okay for making a baby.” A baby, the words hit hard then, you know your duty but to think of it… to think of your life being over… to think of bearing this man a baby.

Your tummy lurches even as you’re starving.

“I’ll send the girls up, they’re a little more…” What should he care of your comfort!? “They’re well adapted here, it’s their home.” You nod then, and he walks out, leaving you with this derpy looking curse, body aching from Suguru’s touches, as you sit on the bed, and the curse jumps up for more pets.

Just who was Suguru Geto, how did he get this way?

Should you even care, and would you survive long enough to know if it’s even worth it?

Soon Mimiko and Nanako are giggling, taking each of your hands, sucking on little lollipops and damn near frolicking, as they guide you through each hall of this ridiculous estate. They start asking you more and more questions, and for whatever reason it doesn’t feel malicious, like Suguru, like the others, like the Geto family.

“Dad seems to really think you’re pretty.” Nanako says, and you shake your head with a laugh.

“No way.”

“Have you seen how he stared at you? While you were dancing?” Mimiko asks, and you almost snort.

“Yeah, no, your dad… hates me. Clearly.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” Nanako says, then points to a kitchen with cooks actively working, the aromas making your tummy growl again. “Go ahead, get whatever you want.”

“It’s all yummy.” Mimiko says, they run over and giggle, grabbing little pieces of different sushis, as the curse licks your hand, you smile a bit at him.

“What if I named you Sashimi?” It lolls its tongue out, head tilting to the side, and you giggle. “I like it though!”

Suguru finds you sitting with his daughters, who are on either side of you, stirring something in him that should not be there. But it’s undeniable, when you smile softly at them, a smile you’d never shoot his direction. Manami comes and tries to kiss him, which he quickly tilts his head away, but not before you catch him, but your eyes avert and you show no emotion.

Do you feel anything towards him but pure hatred and fear? Has he given you any reason to? Do you feel this odd energy, or is it all in Suguru’s head?

“It wouldn’t look right.” He says. Manami is his best and most loyal assistant, but he can’t stand the thought of anyone touching him.

But you.

And would you ever?

Why does he care?

“Then later, Lord Geto?” She asks, and he eyes her for a moment, her breasts apparent in this low cut blazer.

“I think it best I don’t… divert from trying to have an heir with… my…”

“Your wife?” She finishes, laughing a bit, Suguru’s jaw tenses.

“Best to spend the energy there, get it done.”

“As you say, Lord Geto. What’s on the agenda for today?” He starts to speak, but all he can really think is how much he wants you to hit him again, how just that feels like more than he’s had since long ago.

Annoying girl.

*****

Three days later

Over the next few days, Suguru can’t get enough of your pussy, of your face when he makes you cum, of your scent, of your presence. He hates it, how much he wants you all the time, like you’re some leech that’s sunk into his brain. He constantly calls you in for more, now you’re right in his office, he’s fingering you as you sit on his lap, your legs up on the arms of his enormous leather seat.

“You’re close, aren’t you dumb little monkey?” He whispers, you shake your head, jaw clenched when he pulls his fingers out and you whine pathetically. “Oh, need something?”

“Just fuck me, god.” Your legs are shaking as he’s teasing you with his fingers again, circling your clit, his other hand gripping your breast, squishing it in his hand, cock aching to pump you full.

“Sit on my desk.” He orders, husky toned, you struggle to get up, and he laughs cruelly. “Can’t stand huh? Gotta do everything, don’t I?”

He hoists you up, spreading your thighs then, sinking back into his seat as he eyes your perfect pussy, and he’s so tired of holding back, what he’s been dying to do, as he leans over, fingers pressing into the plush of your thighs. Your eyes go wide when you feel his breath on your clit, making you jerk, this mother fucker inhales you, moaning and shutting his eyes.

“What… are you sniffing me!?” You demand, thighs threatening to close, and Suguru exhales, eyes locking on yours.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.” Those words are far too attractive, as your pussy throbs in response, you try to focus, you hate this psycho, you can’t have him further fucking up your head.

“That’s not how babies are made, Suguru.”

“Orgasms help, remember?” You frown, biting your lower lip, it seems too intimate, it seems like too much, as your hands grip his desk, and your hips arch, his lashes lowering, casting shadows on his cheeks.

“I cum anyway, stop acting like you don’t know that.” You look away, hating even admitting it out loud, and he smirks, chuckling and making you tickle again, as he spreads your puffy lips, watching your pussy drool out wetness more and more.

“Try not to scream too loudly.” You snort, rolling your eyes.

“Oh you’re so full of yourself, I doubt- ah!” He swipes the flat of his tongue from your hole, and then when he tastes your honeyed arousal, it’s over for him.

Moaning, he drags you against him now, closer to his face as he swipes his tongue in, and your head falls back, mouth open in a slutty O as he lavishes you, it feels so good you’re not sure you’ve ever enjoyed something this much. Addictive with each stroke, with each breath, the way his teeth hit you, fuck how his straight nose bumps your engorged clit.

Your hands instinctively grip his silky hair, for the first time you’re touching it, glossy strands in your fingers as you try to pull him off, it’s too good, way too good, this can’t be something you do. He’s licking you up and moaning, tastebuds slid inside your fluttering walls, as you desperately cry out, whining and pulling at his hair for him to detatch his mouth.

“What are you doing!?” You manage to squeak out, and he pulls back just a bit, feeling your little pathetic hands pulling on him, as if you could stop him now, that he has your slick all over his lower face.

The sight of Suguru Geto between your thighs, licking his glossy lips, eyes dilated and drunk off your pussy is far too tempting. You feel your pussy clench around nothing, as your breaths come quicker and quicker, and Suguru exhales right on you, smirking as he watches your tiny clit twitch for him in response.

“Eating your pussy, are you so stupid you don’t know what it is?” You bite your lower lip, glaring now.

“I’ve heard of it, I just… Why do you want to? Remember, you don’t want to ‘prep a monkey’ your exact words.”

“Will you shut up and just…” He pulls you back again, and he’s devouring you, no other word for it, the insane way he licks you, drinks you up, the sounds of him inhaling and slurping obscenely in his office, and you find your hands pulling him closer.

As he feels you press your cunt further in his face, he’s done, cock throbbing in his pants and oozing precum out, making him damn near cum as he feels her clenching his tongue. He dares to look up, tilting his head that you’re still yanking on, your thighs trembling on each side of his raven haired head, as you whimper, hiccuping in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes.

“Close, aren’t you?” He whispers, tauntingly, those violet eyes glinting as you shake your head, and he laughs, just the laugh touching you he sees you’re drooling more and more from your pretty pussy. “No?”

“Don’t like it.” You whisper, he smirks and flicks his tongue one more time, ending you, your orgasm washes all over your body until you are cupping a hand on your face to stop your scream, and he moans again, drinking all your cum that’s pouring down out of you.

“Fuck…” He whispers, more to himself than anything, Suguru loves eating pussy but he never thought a pathetic human would taste like you, your heat burning him, he can hardly delatch his mouth even as you pull on him.

“What even… is that…” You weakly manage, and he slips two fingers through your slick, your hands fall weakly when he leans over now, undoing his robes to reveal his ready cock, thick and heavy, slapping his belly button and leaving sticky white residue on his robes.

“Shut it, useless little human.” You can’t find the energy to scowl, your body is still shaking, trying to recover from all the pleasure he’d brought you. You grip his biceps as he sinks into you, so wet he slips in easily, and you’re so sensitive you almost cum when he slips all the way inside.

“Shit…” Is all you manage, you want to tell him- hurry up or - fuck you- maybe - hate you- but for just a moment he’s got your brain too addled, when he starts fucking you, you’re clinging to him, whining, and you hate yourself for it.

He hates you, as he watches you for once pliant, sweet even, fuck what would it be like if you wanted this fully, if you wanted him?

He can’t think like this, no it’s your pretty face and your sweet taste, he can’t stand how bad he wants to kiss your lips as he spreads you over his desk, pumping in and out of your slick cunt over and over. Your thighs grip him, your hands gripping his arms so tightly, when your head falls back, and he’s kissing and licking your pretty throat.

“Shut you up, it is possible.” He whispers meanly in your ear, and you try to focus, as his tip drags on your spot.

“F-fuck y-you.” He smiles, he smiles, loving just how that sounds, a tiny little mewl of words.

“I am fucking you, should thank me.”

“Never.” He groans now, yanking you down, turning you so you’re bent over his desk, feet dangling like you’re nothing, the way he moves you with his strength is heady, exhilarating, not frightening like it should be.

Suguru is shoving his cock back inside, gripping your wrists behind your back. He can’t take how pretty you look, he needs to stop, it’s easier this way. “Won’t thank me for fucking you? Me, a curse user, you a-”

“Shut up and fuck me then.” You glare, turning your pretty face to him, and he does just that, slamming into you again and again.

“Fuck… stupid, pathetic little thing-mnh…” He busts deep inside you, squeezing your wrists so tightly you can’t even feel them, cum filling you to the brim. He exhales as your head rests on the cool wood, and tears fall.

Why did he have to make you enjoy him more?

Suguru turns you and releases you now, you stumble and the fucker doesn’t even catch you, instead he hovers, lips just an inch from yours, as you struggle to gain any senses. “I hate you, Lord Geto.”

Suguru, could you call him Suguru?

“I don’t even hate you, you’re so insignificant.” He whispers, tilting your chin up, imagining having you taste yourself off his mouth. “Hate is even too good for a nothing like you.”

“I have enough hate for both of us.” You whisper back, before stumbling away, righting yourself, hurriedly walking to the door when he murmurs.

“My meeting tomorrow, you’ll be there.”

You just scowl and walk away, detesting the thought of having to be in a room full of psychos that want you eradicated. “Why?”

“You’re my wife, it’s one of your duties.”

“They want me dead.” He scoffs now.

“And you think I don’t?” You stomp off, slamming the door, Suguru groans as he slumps into the chair, burying his head in his arms on the cherry wood desk, thinking of how much he wishes he did want you dead.

*****

“Are you ready for the meeting?” Manami asks, coldly, and you smile at her then, shaking your head.

“You’re so worried about me, why? I don’t want your cult daddy.”

Manami glares now, tossing back her red locks. “Cult daddy!?”

“Yeah, him, you can have him. What do I fucking care? I am sure he still comes to you plenty, and I won’t stop him.” She blinks once more, mouth open in shock.

“You haven’t… you don’t care if he does?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then why hasn’t he-”

“Let’s go, monkey.” You hear now, and he catches sight of you, in a gorgeous white gown that makes your skin glimmer, you’re far, far too beautiful. For a moment he's standing there, stupidly, thinking of just how good your pussy tasted yesterday, thinking of burying his face back against it, before he shakes it off, clearing his throat. “Did I stutter, human?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go then.” You huff, as Suguru’s assistants eagerly set up the stage he’s to be on, and you’re both behind this dumb fucking curtain. “You’re pretentious as fuck.”

“What did you say?” He demands, brows lowering, and you laugh then, shaking your head.

“A stage, a microphone, as if you’re something so profound, and not some angry little fucking emo bitch.” Suguru glares now, smacking you right in the face, instantly hating himself more when you blink rapidly, and he sees the mark on your face.

You’re both silent then, as he just stares at what he did, but you smile suddenly, as he stutters. “I… you…I should-”

“Thank you,” you cut him off then. “For a moment sometimes I forget how fucking horrible you are.” As you turn away, you’re slipping your hair to the other side of your face, so that it’s even more apparent. “So they can see you treat humans how you should, right? Beneath you.”

Suguru’s heart pounds in his chest now, you’ve slapped him, he’s said the nastiest things, you’ve both declared hate. He’s slaughtered fucking villages, but something about his hand print on your cheek feels just too far. What’s he become, what’s he doing, why does he care if you’re hurt? Soon you and all of useless humanity will be dead.

Even if he keeps you around, who would you have? You’d be some toy, a pretty prisoner for his pleasure. You’re nothing, nothing, nothing.

Nothing.

You look at him curiously, as you wait for him to signal for the curtain to lift, standing so damn strong and proud, you remind him of his friends, of people he’s loved and lost. Your resilience in the face of everything, it’s stupid but admirable, fuck he’s admiring you, he’s…

He’s caring for you.

He’s desiring you more than anyone.

He’s upset that he just hurt you, more upset than you clearly are, what do you expect from a monster, but this, but coldness, cruelty. He’d shown you no affection aside from a small brush of his lips on your shoulder, a kiss on your clit, those were sexual. He doesn’t show you anything else but his cruelty.

“Are you going to start?” You ask, voice not even shaken, wearing his smack like a badge of honor, not sensing the inner turmoil. “Need to hit the other one, make it even or something?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You blink then, and he grabs your face, thumb brushing over raised skin, he’s too strong, you’re too pathetic and small. “Useless, weak, stupid little human.”

You go to open your mouth when he slams his lips against yours, you exhale at the sensation, yanking back in confusion at how your lips tingle, how your heart hammers in your ears. You panic as you feel it, something far different than anything before.

You can’t.

“I’d rather you hit me than kiss me.”

“I bet you would.” He drags you back to his lips again, stumbling as the onlookers from behind see what’s unfolding, mad passionate and angry kisses, teeth clicking, as you bite his lower lip till you draw blood, and he laughs at you.

“Don’t fucking kiss me.” You watch as he touches the blood on his lips, hearing a low moan that makes no sense.

“You have something, there is cursed energy, there has to be.” You laugh at him then, outright, as he studies you in the dark.

“There are no excuses for you, I’m all human. If you like anything about me, even if it’s just my pussy, I’m human.”

He curses under his breath, as you right yourself, and he aches to…

Goddamit Suguru Geto wants to apologize.

To a human, a monkey, someone beneath him, the cause of all wrong with the goddamn world. You all cause it all.

Right?

But he can’t live with smacking you now, it makes him sick, he wonders what younger him would think, would say. He wonders what Satoru would think, but then, Satoru’s long since given up on him, he’s sure. The havoc he’s brought for the past eight years alone is unforgivable, he wonders… is he going too far? But he can’t make those thoughts tangible, not now.

“You can go to your rooms if you wish.” Is all he says, and you look at him in shock again. “If you don’t… feel well now.”

“Why would you care how I feel? I’m a tool.” As you spit his own words back at him, he can do nothing but agree.

“Then let’s begin.” The curtains lift, and it’s a different Suguru than you know, he’s laughing and joking, and pointing, as he spews the most vile things about humans he can, and you’re just sitting there next to him. The few humans he allows look almost as terrified as you do, as you tremble and try to hold it together.

When it’s finally over, you go to head to your chambers, and he pauses you, a hand on your waist, you look up at him curiously. “I’ll have you tonight.”

“Again?” You whisper, he drags you now, away from your chamber, you blink in confusion as he pulls you further down the halls. Mimiko and Nanako wave at you curiously, and he pats their heads and murmurs a fond good night, before taking you by your wrist once more. “Why your room?”

“Why ask endless questions, human?” You go to protest as you enter his room for the first time, but you can’t speak once he’s got you against the door, barred with his arms. “What exactly are you?”

“I’m a human, Lord Geto.”

“That’s what you call me, huh?” Your jaw locks, when he cups your face, right where he hit you prior, you can still feel the shock, the sting.

“I could call you an emo bitch, but you like to smack for that, and I’d like my jaw intact.” He exhales now, forehead resting against yours, once again, too intimate, too close. “Don’t kiss me again, if I can ask anything.”

“You think you get to ask things from me?” You shake your head. “Hate kissing me, huh?”

“Despise it. More than anything.” His lips are a breath away from yours, when he turns you, having you face the door, hands pressed on the cool wood, and he’s slipping your dress up your hips.

“Spread your thighs.” You keep them together, frustrating him to no end.

Imagine if you wanted him.

If this was your choice.

“Fine, stupid little monkey.” He spreads them for you, finding you soaking wet, clicking sounds as his fingers pump in and out, and your head falls back, as you moan out loud.

“I hate you, Suguru.” You whisper softly, he dies then, at the use of his name, from your perfect lips, shoving two fingers inside you to the knuckle, you’re drooling down his hands, down his sleeves.

“I know you do, it’s what humans do, it’s how you create them. Fuck you’re soaked.” You blink as you register his words, as he turns you again, dropping to his knees, you gasp at the sight.

“I’ll cum without it. You don’t have to.” You whisper, knowing this man’s tongue makes you stupid, him on his knees makes you stupid, you can barely function when he puts a leg on his broad shoulder.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up I wondered? But then I realized, this is the only time you do.” He buries his face against your hot, eager pussy again, and you don’t even try to fight it, your head smacks the wall as his mouth finds you.

“It’s the only time I don’t h-hate you completely…” He chuckles, and you damn near laugh at the insanity, when he presses a kiss on your inner thigh, biting it between his teeth as you’re trembling.

“Mutually beneficial.”

“That’s it. The only reason.”

“Right.” He buries his face against you, moaning as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth, and you’re cumming then and there, pulling on this psycho’s silly locks, as he drinks every bit of cum you produce, dying for you to scream his name.

Insanity.

You’re insanity.

He’s humming as he’s got your little clit in his mouth, looking at you under long lush lashes as you cum so hard you nearly fall, clinging to him barely. He drags you down then, slamming you on the floor and shoving his cock fully in, groaning and kissing you once more, you shove at his chest.

“Fuck me, don’t kiss me, d-don’t.”

“You should taste yourself, stupid little pathetic bitch. How good you taste, what you fucking do.” You glare, but he’s kissing you again, as he fucks you, and it’s overwhelming, the dizziness, how good it is, how perfect he feels. “Prefer me to spit it in your mouth?”

“What!?” He spits then, as he holds your mouth open, chuckling darkly.

“Swallow.”

Why do you obey!?

It’s hard to hate a man who eats pussy and fucks like the god he thinks he is, though you’d never fucking let him know.

Suguru can’t get enough of you after that night, not even fucking close, and soon you’re in a whole cult meeting, and you’re cockwarming him. You hate this - you want to hate it at least- you tell yourself, the fact that you’re casually in his lap in front of hundreds of followers, as he’s spewing hatred, all while being shoved deep in your pussy.

You’re soaking him down to his balls, his thighs, as his veiny cock just pulses inside you, unmoving, and you feel how hot your cheeks are, your ears, trying desperately not to move. Suguru hears someone ask about you then, referring to you as a ‘monkey’ and he glares, before flinging a curse in their direction, cock twitching in your tight entrance.

All of this mind you while he has a goddamn creepy one eyed curse just standing with a morbid grin. This psycho holds a meeting while he’s buried eight inches deep in your cunt, with curses and curse users all around, not missing a single word. You look at him and hate him more, and you still hate him, even when you’re left alone, and he finally moves you up and down him.

“F-fuck… feel you… stupid, pathetic pussy so wet?” You shake your head when he lifts you off and spins you, putting you on top of him. He’s fucking up into you now, grabbing your ass as you cling to him on his plush cushions, and the angle feels so good your eyes roll back, head lolling to the side.

“F-fuck you, Suguru.” He groans at that, at his name, picking you up and slamming him down on his sensitive cock, as you eye the creepy ass curse, mumbling - ‘it’s f-fucking watching’.

Suguru laughs then, not a dark chuckle, it’s… real, as he brushes your hair back and flips you on your back for a moment, studying you with mirth in his eyes. For just one moment, as the curse disintegrates, you think… Is there more to him, is that glimmer a piece of who he used to be?

No, there can’t be.

“A whole room watched you sitting on my cock, but you mind the curse?” He’s… being teasing? You just glare, and he laughs again, enjoying it too much, enjoying you far too much.

He should worry about that, but you look too pretty, especially when he folds you in a mating press, making you suck in a breath, eyes wide on him. “This is how babies are best made, how you'll take my cum.”

You just nod weakly, while he's slamming into you, even though you've taken him many times now, the stretch and how deep he hit were too much to take. Your hands grip his back, nails digging in, and he groans at it, as he folds you under his weight, his full lips parted, eyes boring into yours, watching as you struggle to take him.

“You should beg me, for my cum inside you.”

“Hah- n-never.” He glares, pressing harder on the backs of your thighs, fucking you rougher and rougher, until you’re both shattering messes, and he’s cum so deep you feel him everywhere. You shove at him when he lays atop of you after a moment, your thighs falling to the side, as you try to get yourself together. “Beg you? You’re even more delusional than I thought.”

“You can’t keep lying.” He brushes your hair back, jaw locking as he studies your fucked out face. “You fucking love it, me inside you. Bet you have never felt anything better in your shitty human existence.”

Your teeth clench together. “You’re a conceited, arrogant, psychotic, delusional man.”

“That’s all?” He asks, raising a brow.

“With a good dick, yes, that doesn’t matter. How long till you kill me? Till you kill everyone?” He pauses, watching your perfect breasts heave up and down, as your little hands now push on his chest. “Sure, I enjoy it, what do you care, Suguru?”

“I… you just… why do…” How do you make him stutter, a man like him, a puny little girl like you have him on his knees, have him obsessed, you’re all he can even fucking think of.

You can’t fall into this, into him, with his beautiful face and his sad fucking eyes, you can’t fix this man, there’s no fixing the psychotic nature of him. As badly as you want to, as much as you feel that you keep in, that’s brimming to the surface as you lean up on your elbows, and tears make their way out of your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

Suguru pauses, as you can’t hold it back anymore, as he’s pulling back, out of you, making a mess with all of your fluids, making you feel empty. “What does it matter if I enjoy something when I’ll be dead soon? Will you… kill our baby if it’s human too?”

Suguru scowls now, on his knees, as you hastily cover up, hands shaking. “What the fuck do you mean, powers are genetic-”

“No, you don’t know that. What if one kid has em, one doesn’t huh? Gonna kill one of my kids?” He blinks rapidly, opening his mouth as you stand, and he looks up at you. “You better hope I’m long dead if you do, because I will make sure that’s the last thing you ever do.”

“Will you fucking stop?” He is standing now, grabbing your shoulders, as you shake your head, heart ripping into pieces.

“I can’t feel things for you.” You say, more to yourself than him. “Yes, pathetic monkeys feel things. As you said, too much. We cause them, yeah?”

He gulps now, hands squeezing your shoulders too tightly. “Yes, you cause them, all of it. If not for humanity, then-”

“Then what would you do? If a kid doesn’t have any cursed energy?”

“I wouldn’t kill them.” He whispers, and you laugh without humor.

“No, I can’t believe that. Where’s your line, Suguru Geto? Where does this end for you, for anyone?” He pauses as a human girl destroys him with her looks, when you cup his face for just a moment, making his heart falter. “That Suguru I met, he was sweet. I actually had a crush.” Your words speak to something, he’s transfixed, refusing to believe it.

“You were staring at Gojo.” You shake your head and smile.

“That’s what you saw. Yeah, your friend is something to look at for sure. But no, it was you that day I had eyes on. Felt butterflies.” You can’t believe you’re saying it, that he’s… listening, for just a moment. You sigh. “Do you ever miss him? The guy that you were?”

Yes.

No.

He can’t.

Suguru says nothing as you drop your hands, tugging your robes closed. “Can you summon Sashimi?”

“You named it fucking Sashimi?” You glare, a little back to normal, but he dresses, summoning him for you, as you sigh a bit.

“I’m really sore, okay? Can I go rest?” Suguru scoffs, feigning as if he could care less, when he wants you again, more of you, all of you, like a black hole that’s sucking him in deeper and deeper.

“Can’t handle dick with your puny little body?” He taunts, instead of just… Saying it.

“Not this much. You could get your-”

“I don’t go to anyone.” You blink in surprise, as he confirms what you had assumed a bit from Manami.

“Why?”

Suguru scoffs, rolling his violet eyes. “Why!? I don’t have to explain myself to a pathetic-”

“Yeah, never mind. Come on Sashimi.” You walk off, leaving him to swipe a hand across his face, your scent is all over him, your slick still on his cock, his fingers still taste like you.

“Fuck.” He grumbles, as his room spins, as he’s covered in you, consumed by you, wondering…

Did he miss who he was?

No, surely not. He sets his jaw, you’ve taken so much of his mind, and he has much to do, heading to his room alone, but he can’t focus, all he does is stare at his ceiling, thinking of you, of your words. Your face, your body, your eyes that see right fucking through him.

God, Suguru hates you.

A/N LMAO why did I think I could do anything short? I need four parts now not three my baddd babess lol. But I hope you're enjoying psycho whipped Sugu- the monkey thing should lessen as he gets more pathetic hehe. Tysm for all the comments and love !?! I am excited to see what ya'll think hehe

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[sadiesdoll]

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

drunk!sevika x reader. | sevika is cumming inside of you !! (mdni ♡) sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ (1)

contains: breeding kink, forced drooling, spit play, praise kink, body praise, worship kink, clit play, daddy kink (im sorry.), size kink, finger sucking, hair pulling, strength kink, magic dick growing potion thingy, possessive language, mirror sex, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), backshots, thigh riding & aftercare ♡

a/n: the content warnings are scaring me omg I promise it’s not that hardcore.. more desperate!sevika for yew guys cus ily ♡

Enjoy ♡

Jinx blinks. Just once. Then again.

“..You good?"

Sevika looks like sin incarnate—glassy red eyes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, arms caged tight around your waist like she'll die if she lets go. You're straddling her, panting, flushed, and trembling.

You don't even speak. You just nod, slow and stiff.

Jinx stares for a second longer. Then, as if her brain suddenly boots back up, she gags. "NOPE—NO, actually—you two are sick—freaks—I'm leaving."

The door slams shut before you can even say anything.

Silence.

Then Sevika exhales through her nose, a deep, strangled sound—half-laugh, half-panic.

"She saw," she slurs.

"She's gone," you whisper, still seated on her lap, still catching your breath.

You lean in, nose brushing hers.

"Breathe, baby. You're okay."

Sevika doesn't answer. She trembles.

You can feel her hands still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

Her eyes flicker open. They're darker than before. Wrecked.

"I'm not," she mumbles. "I'm fucking not. You don't get it—You don't—"

"Shhh..." you coo. You kiss the corner of her mouth. "What's goin' on in that crazy brain, huh?"

She huffs. "I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. Fuck—look at you—sitting on me like that—grinding like that—your fuckin' body—your smell—your heat—your thighs, fuck-"

Your brows lift in faux-innocence. "You wanna get me pregnant, huh?"

She freezes.

You shift your hips just a little, grinding down soft and slow.

Her head drops back against the floor, a rasp torn from her throat.

You smile, mean and sweet. "You wanna cum so bad inside me, don't you?"

"Keep doing that," she begs, voice raw.

"Say that shit. Say it again." You roll your hips harder, taking your time. Her hands slide to your ass, squeezing so hard it burns.

"Want me like this?" you purr. "You want me slow, needy, makin' a mess on your lap while you try to hold it all in for me?"

"Fuck," she groans. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop—“

The moment stretches. Gets heavier. Wetter. The wet spot between your thighs grows, soaking through your shorts and onto her jeans, darkening the denim right where her cock would be. You know she feels it. Her body shudders.

Sevika lifts her head. Looks down. Sees it.

And her entire soul exits her body.

"Oh my God," she whispers. Like she's seen an angel. "You're soaked."

You smile slow. "I know.”

"I didn't even touch you yet," she says in awe. "Didn't even—fuck—what the fuck."

Her hand slides between your bodies, cupping you right over the wet patch.

You whimper, and she moans right with you, palm flexing.

"You're like—dripping." She's talking to herself now. "Just from grinding. That's—fuck, baby."

You lean down, breath warm against her ear. "You're lucky I love you like this."

Then she snaps.

She grabs your thighs, stands up with you still straddling her, and walks straight to the bedroom, jaw clenched like a man on a mission.

You yelp. "Baby—!"

She throws you onto the bed—soft but heavy, just enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Then she rushes to the dresser and pulls out a little vial of glowing, dark-blue liquid.

You stare. "What is that..?"

Sevika hesitates. Her fingers are trembling.

"It's a potion," she mutters. "Magic. I—I got it from this guy. At that fucked up bar in Stillwater."

You blink. "Okaaaay... what does it do?"

She swallows hard. "It gives me a cock.

A real one. For an hour."

Your stomach drops. "Wait—what?"

"I've been keeping it," she says, voice low, raw with shame. "For months. I didn't know if you'd want it—if you'd hate it—I didn't wanna scare you. But I can't—fuck—baby, I need you. I can't pretend anymore."

You sit up slowly, eyes softening. "You kept that from me?"

"I'm sorry," she chokes. "I was scared. I didn't want you to think I was fucked in the head. I just—please tell me you're not mad. Please—please tell me you still want this."

You crawl to the edge of the bed, cup her face, and whisper, "I-I want you in every way you want me.”

And that's when she loses her mind— 

Her eyes—fucking blown, wild, locked on you like a starving animal—flicker to your face as if asking one last time. One last chance to back out. One last breath before drowning.

You nod, panting. “It’s okay.”

And you just whisper, "Do it, Sev."

Your lips just barely touch hers when Sevika grabs your hips and rolls you underneath her.

"Lay back," she growls. Her voice is wrecked. "Show me."

You obey instantly, falling onto your back, thighs already spread for her.

Sevika crawls over you, hovering—one knee between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other still clutching that glowing blue vial like her life depends on it.

"You sure?" she breathes.

"Sevika," you whisper, trembling,

"Drink it."

She pops the cork with her teeth and downs it in one gulp.

The change is instant. Her whole body jolts, muscles tightening beneath her skin. She groans through gritted teeth, grabbing at the bedframe like she's grounding herself. Then her eyes snap open, bloodshot and wide.

And you feel it. A hot, pulsing pressure growing between her legs. She shudders, staring down at you like she's about to lose her mind.

"I can feel it," she pants. "Fuck—I can feel you already-"

You whimper. "C'mere, baby. Let me see."

She leans back, undoes her belt with shaking hands, and drags her jeans down her hips. You blink—

And your whole body goes stiff.

Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Leaking.

"Oh…. my God."

Sevika's face is pure, desperate hunger.

"You still want this, right?"

Your legs fall open wider. "I need it."

She moans like she's already inside you.

"Fuck, fuck—Baby, look at you—“

Her hands roam like she doesn't know where to touch first. She palms your tits, mouth crashing down to suck and bite at your nipples until you're whining and arching under her. One hand moves lower, sliding between your legs, feeling how wet you are—

"Shit," she pants. "You're dripping. You're gonna take all of it, yeah?"

You nod frantically. "Yes, baby—I promise. Just fuck me—please—“

"No," she whispers. "Not like this."

She grabs you and manhandles your body off the bed, dragging you toward the giant floor mirror mounted to the wall. She kneels behind you, legs spread, guiding your ass down onto her lap.

"Want you to watch," she growls, licking a stripe up your neck. "Want you to see yourself cum all over me."

You moan as her tip nudges your cunt.

She holds you tight. "You ready, angel?"

You whimper. "Fuck me, Daddy—please—“

Sevika freezes. Her breath catches. Her arms flex around you like she might break in half.

“...Say that again."

You smirk, eyes hazy. "Please, Daddy. I want it so bad—I wanna feel all of you—“

She slams up into you in one deep, brutal thrust.

You scream.

Her hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the cry as her cock slams to the hilt. Your eyes roll back. Your stomach bulges—visibly. Sevika sees it in the mirror, sees the thick outline of her dick pressing up through your gut— and she fucking collapses.

She bends low, breath hitching, kissing a trail down your trembling torso while she moans against your skin.

“Look," she breathes, mouth still on your throat, voice muffled and shaky. Her hand grabs your jaw, turns you to the mirror. 

"Look what I'm doing to you," she slurs against your skin, still kissing between the words like she can't help herself.

"Mmm—Too big—“ you whimper.

"You're taking it," she growls. "You're fuckin' made for it—"

Her free hand slides down your body, rubbing messy, wet circles over your clit. You gasp, thighs twitching.

"Mmngh! Sev—!”

"Such a good fuckin' girl," she slurs. "So pretty—so full—Daddy's got you, yeah?"

You nod frantically, tears running down your face. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours-“

She grabs your chin and shoves two fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You moan and obey, drool spilling out, running down your chin and soaking her whole hand. Sevika groans, fucking up into you harder, faster, letting your spit coat her fingers before pulling them out and shoving them between your legs, rubbing your clit with your own spit.

“Ohhh—fuck—Fuckfuckfuck—“

"Like that? Like when I force you to drool all over me?" she growls. "So messy—so fuckin' wet—You're dripping all over my fingers—“

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. Sevika leans in and bites your shoulder, hard, as her hips snap up again.

"Beg," she pants. "Say it. Say ‘Please, Daddy.'"

"Please, Daddy," you sob. "Please please please—don't stop—I need it—"

Her pace gets brutal.

Every thrust hits deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your whole body's shaking, your gut visibly bulging with every slam.

"Feel that?" she hisses. "That's how deep I am. Nobody else'll ever get this far, baby—nobody."

Your legs buckle. She holds you up.

You clench around her, so close it hurts.

"Holy shit—I-I'm gonna cum—“

"No," she growls, and suddenly pulls out—

You squeal.

"Fuck—!"

"Face down. Ass up. Now."

“Why—“

“Do it.”

You scramble to obey, legs shaking, falling into position on the bed. Sevika climbs behind you, grabs your hair, and yanks.

"Good girl," she pants. "So fuckin' obedient for me."

She slides in again—deeper than before. You scream into the pillows.

Sevika watches your body in the mirror, sees you arching back into her, taking every inch like you were made for it.

"Say it again," she begs. "Say 'Daddy."

Tears run down your face. "Daddy—Daddy please—don't stop—“

She whimpers, "Fuck—I love it when you call me that, princess."

She leans over you, chest to your back, hand sneaking under to rub your clit again.

"You're gonna cum for me," she whispers. "Gonna milk me for everything l've got. Gonna take it like a good little cumslut. You want me to breed you, baby?"

You nod, sobbing. 

"F—Fuck," she gasps, voice cracking.

"Baby—I'm close—shit—gonna cum-"

You twist around to look at her, barely able to breathe. "Y-you're gonna cum?" you whisper, clenching around her on purpose. "You gonna fill me up, Sev?"

She groans, nearly folding over you, arms trembling. "Fuck—fuck—don't say that—"

"Why not?" you whisper, teasing, lips brushing her jaw. "Don't I feel so good around you? Y—Fuck—You like how I squeeze you, baby?"

"So fucking good," she chokes out, rolling her hips deeper, slower. "You're perfect, shit—l- fuck—I can’t—“

She bites your neck and cums inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as she fills you to the brim. You break with her, crying out as your orgasm hits, walls fluttering around her cock as she throbs inside you.

Your reflection shows it all—your open mouth, your tears, her possessive grip, her whole body trembling against yours.

She stays inside. Doesn't move. Just pants into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like a cage.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're mine."

You whimper softly, your body limp in her hold—but Sevika doesn't pull out.

Instead, she presses a slow kiss to the back of your shoulder. Then another, lower. Her mouth trails down, lazy and warm, brushing over your spine. 

You twitch, breath catching when her lips dip lower, lower, until she's kissing the curve of your lower back.

She groans quietly, hands gripping your hips—then sliding down to squeeze your ass, possessive and worshipful.

"Fuck," she mutters against your skin, voice raspy, almost delirious. "Look at you... look at this perfect fuckin' body..."

You whine, cheek smushed against the pillow. "Sev..."

But she's not done. She climbs back up, her front still flush to your back, cock still inside you, thick and twitching. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, down your neck, her breath hot and uneven.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she slurs, like she's drunk on you. "Your little sounds, your body—mine, all mine—I'm so fucking lucky..."

You moan softly, overwhelmed, gasping when her hips roll again—slowly, deeply, dragging her still-hard cock along your overstimulated walls.

"Fuck—Sev..." you whimper, thighs shaking, "s-still?"

"Mmhm," she hums into your ear, voice thick with need. "Still hard, baby. You feel too good. Gotta ride it out..."

She thrusts again, slow and deep and praising, her grip firm on your hips. You try to keep up, try to arch your back again for her, but your arms shake and your body sags.

You let out a broken little cry, muffled into the sheets. "I'm tired... it's too much f'me..."

Sevika's hands slide up your sides, holding you gently but firmly. Her lips graze your ear again.

"Mmno," she murmurs. "Don't do that, baby. Don't go soft on me now."

You whimper again, already crying. "C-can't..."

"Yes, you can," she whispers, voice tender but commanding. "Just a little more, princess. C'mon, arch that pretty back for me. Be good for Daddy..."

She kisses your temple, then nips your earlobe as her hips start rocking again—slow, deliberate, drawing out every second of the overstimulation like she's savoring your cries.

"You were made for this," she breathes.

"Made for me."

Your voice is broken, whimpery, barely a whisper: "You feel so good inside me..."

Sevika stills, chest heaving against your back. "Yeah?" she breathes, low and rough, almost like it hurts to speak.

You nod fast, breath catching. "I love it. I love your dick so much, Sev—I love the way it makes me feel so full—safe.. nobody has ever made me feel like this before.”

She groans.

“And nobody ever will.” She grits out. “Love splitting you open like this.. and actually feeling it—feeling you.”

You whisper, trembling, “You fit so perfect, Sev..”

”I know, angel.” She whispers so softly you barely heard it.

"Still leaking out of you..." she mumbles, voice raspy, thick with awe. "Fuck. Look at that. You're dripping, baby."

Her thumbs spread you just to see it-her cum sliding out of your swollen pussy in slow, messy rivulets. Her cock still buried deep, keeping it inside like a plug. She watches it for a second. Then thrusts again.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

She plants more kisses down your neck, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y’know that?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You're barely coherent by the time she slows down. Just soft, choked whimpers escaping your lips, face flushed and wet with tears, body twitching under hers.

Sevika finally exhales shakily into your neck, body trembling. "Holy fuck..."

She pulls out slowly, and you gasp—your whole body shudders at the stretch and the heat that spills out of you, dripping messily down your thighs.

You blink blearily at the mirror, eyes wide as you glance down between your legs.

"Jesus….." you croak. "I didn't know it was that big."

Sevika lets out a breathless laugh against your back, still catching her breath. "Didn't feel that big when I was stuffing you full like a good girl?"

You shove her arm weakly with a whine, collapsing fully onto the mattress.

She sinks down beside you, both of you half-naked, sweaty, and shaking. Her hand finds your waist. She's quiet for a second, pressing gentle kisses into your shoulder.

You can feel her heartbeat pounding against your back.

"..you okay?" she mumbles, almost shyly.

You nod into the sheets. "Mhm. Just... full. Fucked out. Pretty sure my soul left my body."

She lets out a low chuckle, nose brushing your cheek. "Good."

You snort. "Good?"

"Yeah," she says quietly, possessively.

"I want you ruined. Want you walkin'around tomorrow knowing nobody's ever gonna touch you like this."

"Jesus," you whisper, laughing breathlessly. "You're crazy."

"For you?" she hums. "Every fucking time."

Your chest tightens at that. You roll slightly to face her, and she pulls you close without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

"You're so pretty when you cry," she mumbles against your skin. "So fuckin' soft. My favorite girl."

You blush, heart melting. "You're gonna make me cry again..."

She just kisses your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then suddenly, she sits up and scoops you into her arms like you weigh nothing.

"Sev!" you squeal, clinging to her neck.

"What?"

"Nothing.. you're just really strong..." you mumble against her collarbone.

She smirks, carrying you toward the bathroom. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Mhm..." you whimper. "My strong girl..."

"Damn right," she grunts, nudging the door open with her foot. "Strong enough to keep you like this forever."

You shiver. "Forever?"

She kisses your forehead. "‘M not going anywhere."

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[sukunasweetheart]

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna...

warnings!!! dark content, noncon breeding, dubcon, sukuna ties your hands together, baby trapping, toxic, possessive and jealous sukuna, manipulative tendencies and mentions of violence (not towards reader), oral (f!receiving)

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scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who'd always coax you into fucking him bareback without a condom because he swears it feels better...

being so sweet, seducing you into letting him hit it raw, doing whatever it takes to put you in a good mood, get you hot and bothered so you can't deny him for long, swearing that he'd pull out, and that you'd have nothing to worry about...

but scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who never kept his word. he'd fuck you silly and cum deep into your womb, even though he promised he wouldn't. you wanted to stop him, but you were feeling too good in the moment to fight him off. when you confront him about it afterwards, he simply tells you "my bad, sweetheart. i didn't mean to, but you just felt too good..."

he gets high off the feeling of cumming inside you.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who secretly wished he could fuck you pregnant with his seed. but you told him you didn't want a baby, which he disappoints him, though he may not show it. he wants to see your belly swell up with his child, and to suck on your sweet milk when your tits start leaking. fuck, just the thought of it had made him get hard.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who didn't take you seriously when you broke it off with him. you could see it in his eyes sometimes, the way he seemed eerily quiet when your pregnancy tests turned out with only one line. you felt glad you'd taken those birth control pills behind his back. but you decided enough was enough. you loved him, but you just didn't want to have a child with him.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who didn't even seem phased by the break up. he believed he could coax you back to him again, given with some time. you are his, and nothing will change that. when he sees you around, he shamelessly flirts with you and tries to convince you to come back to him, telling you that he misses you dearly. there are times when he almost succeeds, only because you do miss him sometimes too.

a few weeks into the break up, you truthfully, begin to feel a little sexually frustrated. you don't recall having such a high sex drive before getting with sukuna, but he seems to have permanently altered your body, the way he used to pleasure you so good...

you gather some friends and head into a club, and try to forget about him.

at the club, you re-familiarise yourself with the smell of alcohol in the air, the music that hurts your eardrums, and the crowd of people all around you, wherever you went. it's been a while since you've been here, because you had been with sukuna for over two years now.

an hour or two passes, and you've gotten yourself fairly tipsy at the bar now.

you sync yourself up with the music, but a familiar figure catches your attention from the second floor of the club, afar. it's sukuna. but he's not looking at you.

he's standing with his ex-girlfriend - the one that had gotten hysterical with you after she'd found out about your relationship with him. your mood plummets, for some reason.

you're the one that broke up with him. it shouldn't matter what he's up to after that. liar. you told me you missed me. you try to ignore him, and continue drinking yourself drunk, the edges of your vision already swimming.

sukuna's at the club, only because a friend of his snitched on you and told him that you were out here somewhere. he didn't think he'd meet yorozu, out of everyone it could've been.

"hi, ryo. i heard you'd finally broken up with that girl?" she asks sweetly, standing as close to him as possible.

sukuna gives her a deadpan stare.

"broken up? says who?"

"well, everyone. don't tell me you're pathetically clinging onto her now? that's not like you."

"i'm not you. now get lost, i'm busy."

yorozu grabs his hand, stopping him from walking away.

"wait! i just wanna tell you..."

she continues talking, but his attention has already drifted elsewhere, as his eyes pan toward the crowd downstairs. now...where are you? when he does manage to find you in the crowd downstairs, he doesn't like what he sees. that's an understatement. he hates it.

you're swaying your hips with some other bastard, making out with him on the dance floor.

"damn- you're so fuckin' hot," the stranger chuckles against the shell of your ear, your arms around his neck.

"am i really?" you respond giggling, clearly intoxicated.

"yeah, you are... why don't you come home with me?"

"hmmm? sure, why not? 'm single now, anyway," you mumble, your feet now beginning to stumble. you're starting to miss him again.

"broke up with your boyfriend, did you? poor thing."

"i'll help you feel better." the man grins and helps you walk outside of the club.

on his way out however, he bumps into someone of a large frame. he's all tatted up, and his gaze is holding a mean glare as he stares down at him. he holds out his hand to him, like he's asking for something.

"hand her over, and i won't beat you to death."

oh. he must be the ex. that was enough for the man to quietly place your body into sukuna's arms and exit the club.

tch, he's as spineless as he looks.

sukuna handles your limp body with care, your breath pungent with the smell of alcohol. he's irritated to no end right now, and a vein is bulging from his forehead, but he safely carries you to his car.

outside, the man thinks he's clear of danger, and decides he's had enough for the night. but, someone's heavy arm comes down around his shoulders suddenly.

"hey. you're the one that played it too close with sukuna's girl? how unlucky of you," a man with a scar on his lip talks nonchalantly.

he gets dragged into a nearby alleyway.

"don't take it personally. i got paid to do this."

the man shrieks as he gets beaten to a pulp, just enough so it hurts like hell, but not enough to kill him. sukuna likes to keep his word.

meanwhile... you're taken to your own home. he found the keys to your house in your purse. sukuna tucks you into your own bed, and even dresses you into your own pajamas. and then...

he just leaves.

-

the next morning - you don't remember a thing. you're left feeling confused, wondering how you managed to get home and how you were even sober enough to get yourself dressed. the only thing you can recall is seeing sukuna with his ex, and then making out with some random guy on the dance floor. everything else is blacked out.

you ask your friends, but they were also too busy getting wasted to know what happened to you. but you feel fine physically, so you brush the incident off.

now the only thing bothering you... sukuna hasn't contacted you again ever since you witnessed him and yorozu talking. so he must've gone back to her. that makes you feel... irritated. upset. sad, even. even though you wanted to break things off first.

you slowly start getting back to your normal daily life again, although with a heavy heart. only change is, that you can't seem to find your birth control pills, wherever you last put them. you contemplate for a moment, wondering whether you should buy a new pack, but you end up shrugging it off, knowing that you won't really need them in the meantime anyway...

you're trying to get back into what life was like before you met sukuna. falling back into bad diet habits, staring at your phone, going back and forth between unblocking and blocking sukuna's number - wondering if he's texted you again in the meantime - but of course, there is nothing new.

he may have had his toxic traits, but you knew he loved you a lot... he cooked you wonderful meals and spoiled you with gifts and knew how to make you orgasm until you couldn't speak. and he was tender with you, even though he teased you a lot.

and now, you're back to using toys to satisfy yourself... it's always like this! you start thinking about him and your hand begins to wander down - you can only hope that you'll eventually lose these feelings soon.

you decide to head out and go on a shopping spree alone, to distract yourself from your thoughts and maybe lift your spirits up.

spending a lot of money for yourself always feels nice. you're buying a lot of cute clothes, accessories and food, jumping between shop to shop. the sun sets rather quickly, and by now, you're at your final stop, mulling over whether this expensive, but beautiful bracelet and necklace set is worth buying. your impulse gets the better of you and you ask for it to be packaged for you.

you reach for your wallet to pay with your card, but someone's familiar voice rings out beside you as he approaches.

"i'll pay for the set." sukuna already has his credit card out, and is handing it to the store clerk, using a tone that makes him difficult to question.

"...sukuna?" you say quizzically, his name slipping from your lips without thinking.

the clerk scans his card, and your items are already paid for.

"what are you doing here..." you ask him, with mixed feelings running around in the pit of your stomach.

"missed me?" he asks with a smirk, very naturally taking your multiple shopping bags from your hand. "i just happened to be in the area."

you're not sure if you believe him. just when you're about to ask him something again, he guides you out of the store with his hand on your shoulder.

"i thought you got back with your ex," you say, taking your bags back from his hand. "i'm sure she'll be upset if she sees you here with me."

"what? where did you get that nonsense from?" he seems genuinely confused.

"i saw you at the club, by coincidence. you were talking with her."

oh... he didn't realise you'd noticed him back there.

"oh, sweetheart... that was a coincidence. i wasn't planning on meeting her. did you really believe that i'd get back with that woman?"

you shouldn't be feeling relieved to such an extent... but your shoulders loosen up after hearing that.

"well... you stopped contacting me after i last saw you with her. of course i'd start believing it."

"oh? i thought you had my number blocked. were you anticipating my texts? you missed me, after all." sukuna leans in closer to you, smiling cockily.

you should have just kept your mouth shut...

"i'll take you home. you have a lot of luggage, no?" sukuna offers, taking your bags back from your hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you know you're supposed to decline here. but you let your feelings get the best of you... and end up letting him lead you to his car.

he was supposed to just quickly drop you off home.

"you have a lot of stuff. i'll help you carry it home," sukuna gave his excuse, with something more sly hiding in his eyes. you know exactly what he wants. but when he insists so strongly, you can't deny him. like the fool you are.

you unlock your door and he comes inside to put your bags down on the floor at the entrance. and as you had expected, he doesn't leave right away. instead, he looks down at you with a coy smile, while you return the gaze with a more standoffish one. the tension feels thick and heavy as neither of you speak for a moment.

"well? i'm sure you didn't let me in without knowing my intentions..." sukuna moves forward and closer to you, hands very naturally finding their way to your waist.

he leans down slowly and offers you a brief kiss, a very light and short one, like he's testing the waters. he scans your face for your response. your lips feel all tingly. and all he sees is that you're not pushing him away.

"we shouldn't..." you whisper, but your resolve is too weak. you can't tell him to go away, much less kick him out of your home.

"i know."

in truth, he doesn't really. why should he be separate from you? you belong to him. he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. and you just let it happen.

and, lord, he smells and tastes divine. there's a reason why you always forgave him despite his scummy behaviour when it came to using protection. though you ended up breaking him off, you wonder if it'll be different if you give him another chance.

he wastes no time in lifting you into his arms like you weigh nothing, and heads off to your bedroom, before you can change your mind. you comply, holding onto his strong embrace weakly, having missed this kind of treatment.

when you're laid onto your own bed, sukuna smirks again as he cages you between his arms.

"you're being so obedient. must've regretted breaking up with me-?"

pulling him in with a hand to the back of his neck, you shut him up with another demanding kiss, not letting him speak for long. sukuna groans as you slip your tongue into him, initiating something messier than what the both of you were doing before.

he's quick to unzip your skirt and side it off, along with your panties. in desperation, he doesn't take the time to fully get you naked and instead, pushes your shirt and bra up to fondle your jutting breasts. sukuna then peels his own jacket and shirt off.

"spread your legs for me, sweetheart. i'll spoil you tonight."

you part your legs slowly - and he sees that you're already glistening with slick. bringing his face down, he aims straight for your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around it entirely. your back arches as you gasp, the warm and wet feeling being so arousing like nothing else in this world.

you feel the tip of his tongue flicker up and down your clitoris in a mesmerising rhythm - knowing exactly what you want, and need to reach your orgasm. and the way he sucks on you with the correct amount of pressure, while making the lewdest noises, forcing your hips to stutter uncontrollably against his mouth, with the way it feels so mind numbing, is just too much in its own way.

you let your erotic moans ring out, because you know he loves it when you show him how good you're feeling - and your hands can't help but hold onto his hair from the intense pleasure, which he never seem to flinch from.

the first orgasm hits you like a truck, with the way you're left breathless and gasping for air as your legs reflexively try to close up - sukuna has to hold them apart with his strong grip as he continues tonguing you even as you're cumming, your cunt thrumming against his lips.

"o-ooh- fuck-! sukuna!" you plead, your blank gaze meeting the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, hips jolting without restraint.

when he does eventually show mercy and remove his mouth from your poor aching clit, you're already on the brink of sobbing, your legs down to your toes feeling all prickly from the overstimulation. your mind is in a haze.

so much so, that you didn't realise that he had bound your wrists to the bed frame until he was already done with it.

"wha- sukuna...? why're you tying me up-?" you question, still a little out of it from your last orgasm.

"shh, love. it's not like this is the first time...relax," sukuna comforts you, caressing your face. you can't help the small uneasiness from growing in your stomach. he suddenly gives your clit a light slap. it startles you a bit, and you gasp.

"you're so pretty. do you know that?"

you see your own reflection in his ringed eyes. your heart races, and you don't know if it's because you're flustered or terrified.

"i just wanna..."

his cock aches in his pants.

he never finishes his sentence. instead, he just offers you a soft, yet sloppy kiss.

sukuna frees his erection, and sighs in relief. it's all messy and leaky with precum. he lines it up against your wet and puckering cunt. you won't deny that you want it...

"sukuna... condom..." you remind him gently, getting slightly nervous from the way he's rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

"... 'm sorry sweetheart. i don't think i can do that."

he pushes his hips in one go, and you're left gasping from the sudden intrusion. you're immediately pushed into a mating press.

sukuna groans from how he immediately feels your wet walls sucking him in, your slick making his cock glisten as he thrusts in and out. he's missed this so, so much.

"fuck- sukuna! you can't- oh my g-god..." your hands tug at your bindings as you try and resist your moans from coming out of your throat, but the way his dick satisfies your cunt is otherworldly, his tip kissing your cervix, over and over again.

"that's it, baby... just enjoy yourself," he urges you on, getting breathless from his own fast pace, cock pulsating inside of you in excitement. god, you always drive him crazy.

still, in the back of your mind you still have a sliver of trust in this man. foolishly so. surely he'll pull out at the last second. surely he won't cum inside you in this situation. it's been a while since you stopped being on the pill.

your bed creaks from how roughly sukuna pounds your pussy, all while groaning with such shamelessness, only caring about the pleasure that is found from the warmth and wetness of your puckering hole.

"fuuck... fuck! to think you were gonna let some other bastard do this to you..." he growls under his breath, brows furrowing. you don't hear him. he remembers his original motive for all of this. to remind you who you truly belonged to.

"ooh-! sukuna! you're being too rough..." you whine, feeling the pressure of an incoming orgasm already building in your abdomen.

he only grips your hips harder, looking down at you with a toothy smile. his dick aches so badly. he's endured through so much patience just for this moment.

your mind goes blank as you forget about the fact that he's not wearing a condom, drool spilling out the side of your mouth from the pleasure you feel as his girthy dick drills in and out of you, a squelching noise happening everytime he sinks himself in. there's the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass. and also the friction from his pants, that he hasn't bothered to fully take off. the juices from your cunt has dampened them, but sukuna couldn't care less right now.

"sweetheart... my love... take- taking me s-so well..." sukuna groans, panting and words slurred. despite the deeply affectionate words, his hips move like an animal. you can't do anything but moan and cry.

sukuna feels himself getting high again. there's just something about you... god, he's so pussydrunk he can't even think properly. only the thought of breeding you is on his mind. make you his, completely. to see your belly get bigger from his seed... a powerful thrum goes to his cock and he shudders again.

he has to make it take, this time.

"i'm gonna cum," he tells you breathlessly, knowing you won't be able to stop him, this time around.

"sukuna!... wait," you protest, weakly tugging at your binds again, but you can't say anything more than that, as his lips come down onto yours, silencing you effectively. he tongue kisses you roughly, desperate and messy as you can feel his laboured breaths on you.

and the final thrust that he gives, where he pushes his dick in so deeply, tip meeting your cervix, sends you into another trembling orgasm. sukuna groans deeply against your mouth as he cums, hips stuttering against yours, eyes shut tightly as he savours you completely. you take your lips off of his, and try to say, "stop...! no- pull out," but he stops you with another kiss.

you sob, because it's over. but you're also sobbing because it feels so good.

sukuna's deep kiss trails down to the crook of your neck.

"you can't tell me to pull out... when your cunt is... seducing my cock like this..." he shivers between phrases, mumbling against your neck, mind all hazy from the way you pulse around him from your orgasm, milking his dick as spurt after spurt of his seed shoots straight into your womb.

you can't even say anything back to him - you're coming off your high as he empties his balls into you, letting out more than usual. you're done for.

"i hate you," you sob.

"i know you don't really mean that. you can't live without me," sukuna tells you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead afterwards.

"and the same applies to me. i'll never let anyone else have you."

he begins to litter kisses down again, until he reaches your chest, while his cock is still inside you. his soft lips caress your tits, and then he begins to lather his tongue around your stiffened nipples, making you feel good again, even through the tears.

the night is far from over.

sukuna becomes much more gentle and soft after the first time, opting for slower but deeper thrusts this time around, adding plenty of little kisses in between as well, "loving" you with everything he has. you have no choice but to accept all of him, as he cums inside of you over and over again.

his cock is in its own haven, being trapped in your gummy walls without rest. and at some point, sukuna's even released your wrists, and now you're willingly making love to him with your arms around his neck, coping with the thought that resisting doesn't even matter anymore - it's already too late, and you're tired of trying to fight back.

you can't count how many times he's dumped his load into you, how many times he's said "i can't get enough of you," how many times you've kissed him back when he kisses you.

and when he finally does eventually pull out, his semen oozes out of you in a disgusting amount. you're spent, and completely exhausted. you can't help your heavy eyelids from closing up, and the last thing you hear is his soft voice.

"goodnight, sweetheart. i'll take care of everything, from now on. i promise."

he holds you so closely and lovingly that you believe him.

Masterlist

[lilacgaby]

6:21 a.m

husband!bakugo experiences one moment of what you deal with everyday with your kids.

you were currently cuddled into katsuki's chest, fast asleep.

in between taking care of your newborn son and your toddler daughter, he knew you were exhausted out of your mind. he already had to return to hero work since he took a month off for your last few weeks pregnant, but he wasn't home all day besides the weekends. like today.

speaking her into existence, his toddler daughter slowly waddled over to your side of the bed, about to pat you on the back and awaken you.

"tsk. hey, no." he whispered, making her pout. "i wanna play." she said, crossing her arms. she rubbed her eyes, obviously still a bit sleepy herself.

"mommy is sleeping, she can't play it's bedtime. go back to bed." he said, hoping to every single deity that'd hear him that she wouldn't start crying.

she pouted even more now, before stomping her feet over to his side of the bed and pulling on him. "nooo, i dont wanna sleep!" she said, her voice getting loud.

"don't yell at me missy, use your inside voice." he rolled his eyes, paying attention to your body that seemed to always be on high alert stirring slightly. he soothed you back to sleep, before untangling himself from you and sitting on the corner of your shared bed, now face to face with your daughter.

"we're going to your room and you're going to sleep, unless you want to be put in time out." her eyes widened, her crossed arms dropping as she decided to start negotiating.

"two bedtime stories, go fish, and uno."

"one bedtime story, one go fish game, and i won't tell your mom this happened."

"and pancakes for breakfast." she ordered.

she nodded to herself, seeming happy with the arrangement. she grabbed onto his sweatpants, trying to pull him off to her room already.

"i'm going, im going."

he was heading out, until he heard the whines of his son start sounding out from the baby monitor, making both him and his daughter freeze.

she tugged on his pants, "the baby's crying."

he sighed. "i know." he was squinting his eyes in the dark environment trying to see if you had woken up. after he saw no movement, he ran to go get your son.

he picked him up in his arm and then followed his daughter to her room across the hallway. he proceeded to play go fish one handed, occasionally asking his son, who was drinking a bottle of formula, for 'help', which made his daughter say "you're cheating!"

he read them 'goldilocks and the three bears', which he kept having to reread pages because he 'wasn't doing the voices good enough' in his daughter's opinion.

his voice, still husky because he was half-asleep, soothed his son to sleep in his arms, and his daughter back to sleep.

he layed his son down in the cot in your shared room, too lazy to go back to the nursery.

like puzzle pieces, you fit back into one another, your head back in his chest and his laid on top of yours. he was glad you got to sleep the entire time, even though he knew you had woken up because of your daughter's loud nature, you managed to go back to sleep.

a win was a win, he thought as he went back to sleep.

and woke up with his daughter hugging your back, sticking her toungue out at him when he asked why she was even there again. making you laugh when you woke up to his scrunched up face of annoyance.

as he made the chocolate chip pancakes, your daughter clung to your side as your son laid in your chest, he thought about how having kids was one of the best decisions he'd ever made.

"hurry up and give me more! you always give mommy the better pancakes!"

most of the time.