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Other than xiao who else do you think is into baby trapping or just into breeding? Childe is also in the list right? i mean he is a family guy.

-angst anon

childe is number one baby trapper in da world !!!(this man hates condoms, pulls it off mid fuck) i think all the guys love breeding (zhongli no 1 fan of breeding), just stuffing their precious fleshlight with loads but baby trapping is like more intentional <3 definitely thoma, kazuha, diluc!!! they’re my top pics, diluc wants a perfect domestic life he can control, thoma just needs to make your belly full of his kids and kazuha would do it to manipulate you!!!

When you and Yuuji are both too nervous to tell each other that you want to have a baby, Sukuna decides to take matters into his hands.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) + Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, Sukuna switches bodies with Yuuji, Yuuji switches back later on. They both have sex with Reader, and both breed her. Kind of dubcon (Sukuna knows Yuuji wants a baby, and Reader wants it too, but obviously Yuuji and Reader aren't happy about Sukuna taking over Yuuji's body. When he fucks Reader, it is with her consent though), creampie, lots of breeding, mentions of future pregnancy, dirty talk, light degradation. Yuuji and Reader are about 25. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

I wrote this for a request I got for a story about Sukuna knocking up Reader with Yuuji's baby. Thank you so much for the sexy prompt!!

You've been dating Yuuji for almost three years now, and it's the most loving and happiest relationship you could ever imagine. Yuuji is sweet and caring. He makes you laugh and makes you feel confident with all the compliments he gives you. And he is sexy and pleases you in bed like no other ever could.

Yes, your relationship is perfect! Even though there is always a third party involved. Sukuna. King of Curses and Yuuji's personal devil on his shoulder.

After so many years of sharing one body, Yuuji gave up hope of ever getting rid of Sukuna. He grudgingly accepted the King. And you did too. There was no other choice, after all.

You have become used to unwanted advice, inappropriate comments at the worst times, and never having any real alone time with your boyfriend. Sukuna is always there. There is no escape.

Yuuji has tried hard to shield his thoughts from the King of Curses, who's residing in his soul. But it isn't working. And Sukuna loves to tease poor Yuuji mercilessly anytime he picks something up that Yuuji is trying to keep secret.

He loves to expose Yuuji's lewdest sexual fantasies, loves to make him blush by talking about them in nasty details in front of your friends. And most of all, in front of you. Because Sukuna sees you as the most entertaining hobby. Yuuji's girlfriend is automatically the King's little toy, something to pass the time with, teasing you, flirting with you, watching you get flustered.

And tonight, there is a new topic Sukuna decides to bring up while Yuuji is buried balls-deep in your twitching pussy.

Your boyfriend is making sweet love to you, rolling his hips slowly, fucking you nice and slow while your legs are resting on his broad shoulders, and his weight presses you down onto the bed, stuffing you so full with his thick cock.

And that's then the unmistakable voice of Sukuna joins in:

"Awww brat, fucking her like you want to breed her, hm? You want to make even more brats like yourself, huh? You wish you didn't wear that condom? Aww, yes, I know. You want it so bad but don't dare to bring it up. So pathetic."

"Ah! Sh...shut up, Sukuna!"

Malicious laughter fills the bedroom.

"You know, during my time, we made our women take it all. If she had been my bride back then, I would have fucked her so full of my cum. There wouldn't have been any wasting of my precious seed. I would have filled her little pussy with it over and over again, fucked baby after baby into her. And what do you do? Fuck your strong seed into that little plastic bag? Such a waste."

"Stop talking like that! Ah...fuck...baby just ...fuck...just ignore him, please."

Yuuji growls, and his thrusts become harder. The bed is hitting the headboard with loud thuds by now.

You gasp, and your hips buck involuntarily as he hits your sweet spot unrelentingly, making you feel so full. He is so deep inside you. It feels amazing. Your fingers dig into his muscular back as you moan and meet his thrusts as much as you can.

"Yuu...oh...baby, feels so good! You're so deep...ahh ahhh Yuu!!"

But it's not just the way Yuuji is fucking you that drives you so wild. As much as you hate to admit it, the things Sukuna says turn you on.

Sukuna doesn't know it, but you've been thinking about the exact same thing a lot lately. About having Yuuji's baby. You love Yuuji so much and know you want to spend the rest of your life with him. You want him to be your husband and know he would be an amazing daddy. The thought of him cumming in you, filling you with his seed, and knocking you up with a cute pink-haired baby drives you crazy.

You didn't dare bring it up because, after all, three years together isn't that long. And you don't want to burden Yuuji with something like that. He already has a lot to deal with in his job and with being the vessel of the King of Curses.

But the craving is there deep inside you, and you can't make it stop. You want Yuuji's baby. Want him to fuck one into you, want him to breed you and fuck you so full of his cum that your pussy is overflowing with it.

A loud, needy moan falls from your lips. Yuuji whimpers on top of you, sounding just as horny as you feel.

"Ah fuck, baby!! You're clenching so much on my dick...fuck...fuck.... feels so good! Ah...gonna...oh, I'm gonna cum, baby!!"

God, you wish he didn't wear a condom! You wish Yuuji would just fuck all of his big load of cum into you!

You open your eyes to look at him, about to babble something incoherent about needing more of him, finally confessing your deepest wish. But instead of warm honey eyes, your gaze meets glowing red ones.

Your eyes widen, and you cry out in shock. Sukuna? How? Did Yuuji lose control? This has never happened before!

But the one staring back at you is unmistakably the King of Curses. Glittering red eyes, a devilish grin, and the telltale black lines on his face and body.

Adrenaline pumps through you, a strange mix of the arousal your body still feels from getting fucked so good and gut-wrenching fear upon seeing Sukuna taking over your boyfriend's body and knowing you are at his mercy now.

You scream and struggle, trying to get away from him. But of course, it's to no avail. The body on top of you is heavy. Tall and big with lots of buff muscles and super-human strength.

That strength never scares you when you are with Yuuji because you know you can trust him to be gentle with you.

But this is Sukuna. The savage monster living inside your sweet boyfriend. The cruel and sadistic King of Curses.

Sukuna is pressing you down onto the mattress with his full weight. Strong hands grab your legs, effectively stopping you from kicking at him, keeping them right there on his shoulders in a tight iron grip.

He smirks down at you, red eyes glinting viciously. He enjoys this. He loves seeing the panic on your face and that you know there's no chance to escape. The King of Curses has effectively captured you.

Your heart is beating frantically in your chest, breath coming out in short panicked huffs.

Cruel laughter fills your ears. He sounds so mocking, so amused by this whole situation and by your fear.

"Suprised? The brat gets so stupid when he's about to cum. It's easy to take over. It's your own fault, princess. You make him lose control when your tight pussy squeezes his cock like that. It's a delicious pussy, I have to say."

He winks at you as he thrusts his vessel's thick cock into your tight heat once, twice...

Your hands come up to his chest, pushing against the solid muscular pecs, but of course you can't move him even an inch.

You try to calm your thoughts. What does he want? Why did he switch? Is this one of his games? Did Sukuna take over Yuuji's body in a moment of weakness to steal that orgasm from him? So he can even ruin Yuuji's sex life now?

The thought makes you angry. How dare this demon treat your sweet and loving boyfriend like that? You try to push him off again even though you know it's useless.

Sukuna's grip on your calves tightens even more, and he clicks his tongue in fake annoyance.

"Uh uh uh. Stop wiggling so much, princess. You and I are gonna have some fun. I'll do what the stupid brat isn't man enough to do."

"What? What are you talking about? Get off me and leave Yuuji alone!"

A strong hand lands in your hair and grabs it, yanking on it to force you to look up at him, at his sparkling red eyes, so unfamiliar and cruel in Yuuji's face. His voice is a whisper, low and seductive.

"You know full well what I'm talking about. You want it too, don't you? I could see how horny you got just now when I was talking about it. About the brat breeding you."

Your pussy twitches at his words. And Sukuna laughs as he rolls his hips, fucking you with Yuuji's cock teasingly slow. You hate your body for betraying you like this. But your hips buck, and your cunt clenches needily around the hard cock inside you.

"Awww, look at you. Such a needy little thing, huh? A bitch in heat! So horny for it. You want his seed in you, huh? Want to have his little brats."

Sukuna's words are taunting, and an infuriatingly smug grin is on his face. He enjoys this so much. You hate him! He leans down to bite your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

"Well, I can help with that."

And with that, he pulls out of your pussy, making you gasp with the loss of being so full.

You struggle again, trying to get away, but Sukuna presses you down with one hand, so easily trapping you there on the bed while you can only watch big-eyed as he yanks the condom off Yuuji's cock and throws it carelessly onto the bed.

Sukuna laughs at your stunned expression, and his red gaze fixes you with an amused stare as he wraps a hand around his, or rather Yuuji's cock, and pumps it with fast mean strokes.

"Are you excited to finally get your little pussy filled with his seed?"

"You are wrong! I don't want this!"

It's a lie. Your pussy is throbbing at the offer of getting Yuuji's cum fucked into you. You feel so embarrassed.

Sukuna lifts an eyebrow and huffs, looking far too amused and smug.

"Oh darling, don't be such a naughty brat! Lying isn't nice. And there's no use trying to hide it. I could already smell it days ago. Your body can't lie to me. You want the brat to fuck his babies into you. And it's the right time. Look at you! So young and fertile, perfect for growing some strong heirs in you. Now shut up and spread your legs for me. I'll give you what you want."

A cry escapes your lips, but to your shame, it isn't one of fear. It's one of need. Your hips lift, legs parting, pussy twitching and creaming up even more at Sukuna's filthy words.

A knowing grin spreads over his face. He towers over you, kneeling between your legs, rubbing Yuuji's hard cock over your swollen clit and through your wet pussy lips, collecting your creamy arousal on the dark pink mushroom head.

"So wet. How cute. Just admit I am right. You want it. Want me to give you your man's seed."

"Y...yes..."

You tremble in anticipation at the same time as guilt washes over you. This is wrong! You shouldn't want this! Not like this!

But before you can think any more, Sukuna rams Yuuji's fat cock back into your tight cunt with a brutal snap of his hips. You gasp loudly, pussy clenching around him immediately, sucking him into your wet heat, so eager to take him again.

This is the first time you get fucked raw by Yuuji's cock. Yuuji always wears a condom, never letting you feel his hot throbbing length unprotected. But now you finally have all of him. Nothing is separating you anymore.

The thought makes you moan lewdly, body reacting and rutting needily against the thick cock splitting you open so perfectly.

To your utter shame, you realize that Sukuna is right: You're really acting like a bitch in heat.

Abandoning all caution and intelligence and instead giving in to your animalistic urges. Giving in to this man with those heavy balls full of seed, offering yourself to him like a needy slut. Wanting to get filled with cum and get bred.

Sukuna laughs, watching you with an amused evil glint in his red eyes.

"I knew you'd love it, you little horny thing. Gonna milk all of his seed out of his cock, huh? Come on, darling, take your chance. Get all of it."

His tone is mocking. He loves this, you realize. He loves seeing you break. He didn't even have to force you. You spread your legs willingly for him.

His large hands land on the back of your thighs, pushing them against your upper body, pressing your knees tightly against your tits. He's folding your body in half as he leans over you, with his vessel's body full of strong muscles, trapping you beneath him and ready to fuck you stupid.

The King of Curses doesn't hold back. He fucks you almost savagely. Makes you take all of Yuuji's cock over and over again.

His thrusts are hard and deep. It is Yuuji's body, but this isn't the way Yuuji fucks you. This is Sukuna fucking you with your boyfriend's body. It's brutal. It's wrong, and yet it feels good.

Savage thursts, mean snaps of his hips, powerful and hard, ramming his cock so deep inside you that you can only gasp for air. He's fucking into you unrelentingly, torturing your sweet spot, making you see stars because of how intense and good it feels. Your mouth hangs open with desperate mewls and moans coming out of it.

"Aww, so cute, always becoming so stupid during fucking, huh? I like watching you go so dumb on his dick every fucking time. Come on, cum on his cock. Milk him, baby."

You don't know whether it's his thick cock hitting your g-spot or his filthy words that push you over the edge, but it's one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. You cry out loudly, pussy twitching around his fat cock, creaming so much on him that it's embarrassing.

A low feral-sounding growl slips out of Sukuna's mouth, his long black fingernails dig sharply into your thighs, and he rams Yuuji's cock impossibly deep into you, cumming too and filling you with so much of Yuuji's hot seed that you are overflowing from it.

Of course, you already knew that Yuuji nuts a lot. He always fills the condoms to the brim. And when he cums in your mouth, you always make a mess because you can't swallow all of his big load.

But you weren't prepared for his generous load of hot milky cum to be inside your pussy. You can feel it inside you, hot and wet, able to gift you with a cute baby or even two.

A needy, loud moan falls from your lips as your pussy throbs around the thick cock still buried so deep inside you.

Finally, you got what you craved so much. Yuuji's cum right there inside your horny pussy. Right where it belongs.

You whimper brokenly and wrap your arms around Sukuna, digging your nails into his skin, holding him right there on top of you, silently begging him to stay inside you, to breed you.

His devilish laugh is back, hot breath brushing over your ear before sharp canines graze your neck, and he bites you lightly, just enough to leave his mark there, something that will stay a few days, even after Yuuji is back again. The King's mark.

"Look at you, such a good little breeding mare. Taking your man's seed so well."

He chuckles as you feel his hot velvety tongue dart out and lap at your neck, trailing over your sensitive skin before he pulls away to sneer down at you.

"Let's make sure it all stays where it's supposed to be. Come here, princess!"

He pulls out, but only to grab you by the ankles and pull you forward, making you lie down flat on your back, and then he pushes your legs up into the air, holding them there while red eyes watch you with a mischievous sparkle in them.

There's a rude smirk on his face, and he laughs as you struggle against his grip, feeling so embarrassed by the position he forced you into. It's so demeaning. Unable to get away from him, entirely at his mercy, legs in the air, pussy exposed to his curious gaze.

And the way he talks makes it even worse.

"Legs stay up, princess! Or do you want to waste the brat's precious seed? You don't want that, right? You want to be a good girl and keep it all inside. Want to give him a little brat or two, right?"

He smiles victoriously when he hears the lewd moan coming from your lips.

"Yes, that's what I thought. You want it so bad. How cute. Turns you on to know his cum is inside you, hm?"

He stays like that, kneeling on the bed, one large hand wrapped around your ankles, holding up your legs while the other slips down between your thighs, playing with your cum- and cream-smeared pussy.

Your hips buck uncontrollably while Sukuna laughs and rubs slow circles around your sensitive clit.

"W..what are you doing Sukuna? Stop...ah!"

"Playing with you to pass the time, of course. And I heard it makes the seed stay better inside if the woman has another orgasm."

He plays with your clit, caressing it until he forces another orgasm out of you, and you cum again, pussy contracting wildly while loud moans fall from your lips.

"Good girl. Now let's see what the brat says to this new development."

And with that, the black tattoed lines vanish slowly, red eyes turn into honey ones again, and a moment later, your boyfriend stares at you with a worried expression on his pretty face.

"Baby! Oh god, I am so sorry! Are you ok? I am so sorry! I will never forgive myself!"

Yuuji stares at you wide-eyed, reaching out with a shaking hand but letting it drop again as if he thinks he isn't allowed to touch you anymore. You react instantly and scramble onto your knees, lunging forward to wrap your arms around your boyfriend.

You know that he needs this, needs the comfort of feeling you all over him, skin on skin, letting him know that you don't blame him, that you still want to be close to him.

You climb into Yuuji's lap, holding him tightly, pressing your naked tits against his broad chest, hands caressing his muscular back soothingly.

"Yuuji. Hey Yuu, baby. I'm fine. He didn't...he didn't hurt me, ok? And it wasn't your fault, baby."

You smile at him a bit shakily before capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Yuuji practically melts against you, strong arms coming up to wrap around your waist, holding you, kissing you back slowly.

It's only when you pull away again that his anger explodes, and he snarls:

"Sukuna!! What the fuck did you do to my girl? How could you? I will kill you!"

The mouth on his cheek opens in a fit of mocking laughter.

"Oh, calm down, brat! What did I do? Well, I had to breed your woman for you because you didn't do it yourself, useless brat! So you better thank me!"

"I won't thank you for anything! I hate you! I never wanted this!"

"Don't be so dramatic. You've been obsessing over this for months! Always thinking about how much you want to knock her up with your little brats! Wanting to fuck her full of your seed, see her with a swollen belly, and know it's your baby in there. Don't act like it's not true! I can see all of your thoughts! You can't hide anything from me!"

You can see the guilt on Yuuji's face, cheeks blushing dark red as he averts his gaze from you and hangs his head in shame.

You realize that he doesn't know that you want the same thing he does. He doesn't know that it makes you happy that the man you love wants to have a baby with you. And that your heart feels so full, and your pussy twitches with desire at the thought of making him a daddy.

You reach out to cup Yuuji's cheek lovingly.

"Yuuji, listen please. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to put pressure on you, but I've been thinking about it for months too. I want your baby. For real. I want to have a baby with you."

He lifts his face again and looks at you with pretty honey eyes big in wonder.

"You do?"

"Yes!"

You smile at him and are delighted to see his lips lift in a smile too. Your sweet loving boyfriend. The man who owns your whole heart. So caring and kind. The man who will be such an amazing daddy. You can't help but feel heat throb between your legs at the thought.

Yuuji pulls away and looks at you with his warm honey eyes, still looking a bit guilty.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should have told you. But I thought it wouldn't be fair to ask this of you. With my dangerous job and with Sukuna... But I...I really want a baby with you. I love you so much, sweetheart. If only I had said something! It shouldn't have happened this way. I should have talked to you about it in peace."

Before you can reply to his tender words, the mouth on his cheek opens again, and Sukuna's deep voice chimes in snidely:

"Oh fuck that! There was no need to discuss things. I knew she wanted it. I could smell it. Her body wanted you to put a baby into her! I only did the thing you were too cowardly for!"

But then his voice becomes softer, taking on a seductive low tone.

"Why don't you claim your woman back, brat? You should have a go too. Just to make sure. Fuck another load of seed into her. Better breed her right while she's so fertile. And she wants it. She wants your little brats."

The eyes under Yuuji's real ones open and look directly at you, burning with a devilish hunger. And now the King of Curses addresses you directly.

"Tell him how it is. Tell him how willing you are to milk him dry."

His mocking words shouldn't have that effect on you, but you can't help but moan softly. Your legs are shaking, pussy already so wet again at the thought of Yuuji fucking his cum deep into you.

You wiggle around on Yuuji's lap, rubbing your wet pussy needily against him.

"Please, Yuuji. I want you to take me too. I want it to be you who does it. Not him."

It was the right thing to say because a low growl escapes your boyfriend's lips, and you feel his cock stirring beneath you, growing hard against your cum-stained pussy, pressing needily against you.

Before you can say or do anything else, your strong boyfriend has already grabbed you, lifting you so easily off his lap and pushing you down onto the bed again, making you lie down on your back in front of him as he crawls between your legs.

His large hands land on your thighs, pushing them apart as he leans down over you. So big and strong, but this time you aren't scared. This time it feels right because it is Yuuji, and he will take good care of you.

His lips caress over your neck, sending shivers of longing down your spine as you eagerly lift your hips to meet him, quivering with desire at the prospect of finally getting fucked raw by your man.

"Please, Yuuji, take me."

"Fuck...you really want it, baby? Really want me to fuck my cum into you?"

"Yes! Please, Yuuji, please. Wanna make you a daddy!"

His answering moan is low and guttural. A feral sound full of raw need. And his hips jerk at your words, so horny for you. Losing his mind at the thought of filling you with his seed and breeding you.

And for the second time tonight, you find yourself in a mating press, trapped under Yuuji's heavy muscular body. But this time, it is really him.

His lips are on yours, kissing you sweetly and full of love even while his strong hands press your knees to your tits, and his hips snap with powerful feral thrusts, fucking you hard and deep.

Wet, filthy sounds fill the room. Yuuji's fat cock fucking into your wet pussy, already filled with his cum from when Sukuna fucked it into you. And now Yuuji will put another load on top.

The thought drives you wild, and you moan needily into the kiss while your hands caress Yuuji's broad back, digging your nails into his buff muscles as you get pounded into the mattress.

Yuuji practically knocks the air out of you with his hard thrusts, but it's what you need. You find yourself gasping and moaning, tears of bliss running down your cheeks as you scratch his muscular back, urging him on with your needy pleas of,

"More...yes yes Yuuji, oh god, just like that, baby! Please, baby, fill me up! Need you!"

Even though Yuuji is pounding you hard and deep tonight, it is still so different from the way Sukuna fucked you.

Yuuji is tender while dicking you down, moaning sweet nothings against your skin, confessing his love to you in passionate, needy whispers. His warm lips find yours, kissing you deep and slow, full of love and tenderness.

He gasps into your mouth when your hands land on his taut ass and knead it firmly. And finally, you wrap your legs around his waist, crying out in pleasure when you feel him throb inside you and rub against your sweet spot with every deep thrust.

Yuuji cums with a loud moan followed by a series of sweet needy sobs as he pushes his fat cock deep into you, spilling his cum inside you, filling your cunt with his hot seed, hoping that he'll give you his baby tonight.

In the end, it won't matter who was the one who knocked you up. It is Yuuji's seed that is deep inside you, fertile and hot. It won't matter whether it was Sukuna or Yuuji who fucked that one sperm into you that will give you Yuuji's baby.

It's not like you can ever find out. But it helps to know that Yuuji is here to do the job himself too. This way, you can always tell yourself it was him.

And he is so hot like this, so horny and feral on top of you, pressing you down with his muscular body, keeping you stuffed full with his cock, keeping all his cum deep inside you as he breeds you thoroughly.

As if he was made for this, to keep you on his cock and fuck you full with his seed until you are knocked up and give him his cute pink-haired babies.

One of his hands slips between your bodies, down to your throbbing clit, and massages it gently, making your hips buck as loud moans fall from your lips.

"Yuu!! Yes, yes, yes, baby!"

Your orgasm makes your eyes roll back with the intensity of it. You are just so turned on by this primal need to get bred by the man you love.

His hot loads of seed are buried so deep inside you, his thick cock making sure to keep it all inside you. And you can only cry his name and tremble and cum on his gorgeous cock, milking every last drop of fertile seed out of him and deep into your pussy.

Sukuna's laughter fills the room, mocking as ever.

"So greedy, hm? See, brat, I told you she's in heat. That little cunt milking you so greedily. I think she needs more. Are you man enough to give her more, brat?"

Another low moan escapes Yuuji's lips at those words. He's too far gone to talk back. Instead, he snaps his hips again, making both of you gasp.

"Ah fuck! Oh cutie..fuck... can we go another round, please? I just...I.. oh fuck fuck! I need to make sure.."

You know what he means, and your body reacts immediately, pussy clenching around him.

"Yes, please fuck me again, Yuu. Fuck me 'til you have no more cum to give."

The thing with your boyfriend is that his stamina is crazy. He isn't entirely human after all, and in those moments, it's clear as day. Yuuji doesn't even have to pull out in between. He is already hard again, rocking his hips to fuck you again, with deep and eager thrusts.

Yuuji fucks himself into a frenzy, driven by raw need, wanting to breed you, wanting to fuck a baby into you by the end of this night. And you give yourself to him gladly, begging for more of his cum and his love, begging for him to give you his cute baby.

The room is filled with your and Yuuji's needy moans, the wet sounds of his fat cock fucking into your already cum-filled pussy over and over again and filling it even more with his hot ropes of cum. And in the background, you can hear Sukuna's amused laughter.

You have no idea how many rounds the two of you go, how often you cum on Yuuji's gorgeous fat cock, or how often he pulses his seed into you. Everything is a horny blur. But by the time Yuuji is finally finished with you and only cums dry, the first rays of morning sunlight stream in through the window.

Yuuji pulls out with a soft whine and then leans down to capture your lips in another tender kiss, whispering his love for you against your mouth.

"I love you, cutie. I love you so much."

You smile up at him, caressing his cheek, swooning over the lovedrunk expression on his pretty face,

"I love you too, Yuuji. I hope I'll have your baby."

A happy smile spreads over his face, eyes sparkling with affection and warmth.

"Aww, yes, our baby. I hope so too. If not, we'll just try again next month, ok?"

You nod, feeling your heart throb with all the love you feel for your sweet and beautiful man.

But of course, your tender moment gets interrupted by the third party in your relationship.

"You did surprisingly well, brat. But the work isn't completed yet. Quick, hold up her legs. We don't want to waste any of that seed. You have to make sure it all stays inside."

Yuuji blinks, still a bit dazed, but then his honey eyes widen, and he quickly leans back on his heels and reaches out to trail warm, gentle hands down your legs. His strong fingers carefully close around your ankles and lift them in the air. Much gentler than Sukuna did.

"Is that ok, baby? Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, it's good. You're so sweet, Yuuji."

"Don't take your hands away, brat! Hold her right there and wait for at least 15 minutes. Do it just like I did."

"Do you even have any experience with that? Did you have kids in your former life?"

"No, this will be my first offspring."

" What do you mean, your first!!?? It's my baby!"

"Maybe it's your seed, but I did most of the work!"

"Excuse me? I was doing this for hours!"

"But I fucked the first load into her! You would have never had the guts to do it! So it's just as much mine as it is yours!"

You let your head fall back on the pillow, laughing softly while the two of them continue to bicker. It seems as if your baby will have two daddies.

Thank you so much for reading! And also thank you so much to the lovely anon who sent me this super hot request/thirst!! I was losing my mind for days while working on this! The thought of these fine men breeding you is so grrrrrr!! Especially Yuuji omgg!! I hope y'all enjoyed it too!!

Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Omg I’m literally eyeing all of them like I’m READY for these frfr.

I LOVE myself some dark ass smut lmao

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Warnings: 18+, dark content, smut, consensual sex with Yuuji + noncon with Sukuna. Degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, pussy spanking, squirting.

Mine ++ Megumi x Reader (female) Genre: Yandere

Megumi loves you. He loves you so much that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. But past experiences taught him that everyone always ends up leaving him. He cannot let this happen. He will make sure the two of you get your happy ever after!

Warnings: 18+, dark content, yandere Megumi, unhealthy relationship dynamics, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, baby trapping.

Death's Bride ++ Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Dark Romance

Death visits your village to reap the souls of the dying, and you end up making a deal with him. If he spares your sister's life, you will join him in his dark Kingdom and become the woman by his side.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of death, gore + blood. Reader has to take her own life so she can join Sukuna in the afterlife.

I need a man like Alpha!Yuuji in my life so badly😭😭😭. He’s so kind and strong, the way he asked to be her mate because he didn’t want to forcefully do so had my heart like💓💞

Yuuji gives me golden retriever energy❤️‍🔥(Also tell me why if you type puppies in the gif search you’ll hella boobs ESPECIALLY if you scroll like no not those kind😭🤣)

Alpha!Yuuji headcanons

A sweet anon sent me an ask wanting to know my thoughts about Alpha!Yuuji and my brain went grrr. Thank you!! I finally had an excuse to write about this strong and sexy Alpha with the sunshine smile and the knot so thick that it makes us sob ;) As you can see, I wrote this very shamelessly with my omega pussy lol but I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers can enjoy this self-indulgent piece too ;)

Pairing: Alpha!Yuuji x Omega!Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, Omegaverse AU Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, omegaverse, smut, breeding, knotting, creampie, pregnancy, biting, a bit of rough sex when Yuuji is in a rut, slight lactation kink, praise, mentions of blood and scars. Yuuji has to kill to protect his pack. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Thank you for the star divider @/benkeibear

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the strongest Alpha in the city but never planned to become a leader. Until the former boss-Alpha dies and is succeeded by his cruel son, who puts the whole city under his reign of terror. That's when Yuuji's heroic instincts are triggered, and he decides to step up and claim the position as the ruling Alpha.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who you see for the first time during his fight for dominance in a back alley behind a nightclub where the packs are gathered to watch the fight that will decide who becomes their new leader. You get one look at this gorgeous pink-haired Alpha and already know he will win. Tall and buff, with firm muscles and a feral conviction in his golden eyes. A true Alpha!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wins the fight after just a few minutes. He lifts his face while pinning his opponent down, one hand on the man's head and one foot on his back. His golden eyes find you in the crowd, and you feel a shudder run through you, your Omega cunt slicking up just at the sight of this strong and brave Alpha. Your new leader, who you will submit to all too happily.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so attractive with his boyish good looks and that muscular, powerful build. He has such a pretty sunshine smile but also such a broad, tall body packed with buff muscles. His skin is littered with scars that show the feral fighter he is, making him look so sexy and strong that it causes the most primal needs to awaken in you. You want to offer yourself to him, offer your slicked-up Omega cunt to him so he can breed you full of his strong pups.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who finds you later on in the nightclub, where you celebrate his victory. Who smiles sweetly when you congratulate him on his win. Who is so kind and easy to get along with despite how powerful he is. Who tells you he hates fighting, but since he is unfortunately very good at it, he thinks it's his duty to use his fists to protect the ones who are weaker than him.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your Omega cunt throb with his words. All your primal instincts scream that you need this big, strong Alpha who is so brave and kind. You feel dizzy when you smell his enticing scent, filling your nostrils with its sexy, musky smell of wood and sunlight and the deep, rich aroma of ripe cherries. You gulp nervously as you tilt your head to look up at Yuuji's gorgeous face and see the same craving you feel mirrored in his golden eyes.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you only a few minutes later. Bending you over a table in the backroom of the nightclub, his pants and boxer briefs hastily pushed down while he ruts feverishly into you from behind. Riled up from the fight and exhilarated from the victory, needing to sink his Alpha cock into a willing slicked-up Omega cunt to come down again.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who fucks you like the leader that he is now. Who leans down to cage you between his big buff body and the table, interlacing his large fingers with your smaller ones while he fucks into you, making you cream again and again on his fat Alpha cock. His canines graze your skin as if he can hardly restrain himself from marking you as his mate right then and there.

+ Alpha Yuuji, who presses his nose against your neck and sniffs you, inhaling your scent hungrily and moaning against your neck, "Fuck. Fuck. You smell so good, baby." His big, heavy body shudders behind you while you feel him pulse his hot seed into you. And you know at that moment that you want to be his. That you want him to be your Alpha and your mate. You hope he will claim you one day!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who doesn't pull out and leave after your needy fuck, like most new pack leaders would. Many of them would go from unmated Omega to unmated Omega to show them that the new Alpha has a right to take them now. But Yuuji stays with you. His big, broad body slumps against you, his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you while he kisses your neck, sweet and caring. His seed and your slick run down your thighs in hot sticky rivulets, and your pussy twitches around his gorgeous thick cock, instinctively asking him for more, as if your Omega cunt is begging her Alpha to mate her and claim her for life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tells you that he needs to see you again when he finally pulls out of you. He turns you around, a large calloused hand cupping your chin tenderly, and he captures your lips in a sweet kiss before he lifts you up and places you on the table so he can clean your pussy with his loving mouth, taking proper care of you, moaning against your wet cunt how sweet of an Omega you are.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who keeps you close after that first night and makes an effort to get to know you. He buys you flowers and chocolates and asks you on dates, making sure to appreciate you and not just see you as a willing and breedable Omega but as a woman he cherishes and adores.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a good pack leader, kind and protective. He is so sweet to the little ones, playing with them and teaching them how to box so they can learn how to protect themselves. He also cares about the older members of the pack, telling them he looked after his sick grandpa for many years and, therefore, understands the struggles of the elderly and that they can always come to him and ask for help. He is a natural leader. A real Alpha. It makes him even more attractive in your eyes, and you catch yourself getting nice and slick for him anytime he is in the same room.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your scent glands throb hotly anytime he fucks you, your body trying to lure him in, wordlessly signaling to him how bad you want to be his. How bad you want him to mate you. He growls brokenly anytime it happens and licks hungrily over your scent glands, making you cum instantly around his powerful Alpha cock.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so sweet and caring that he tries to hold back as long as possible before he claims you. Who fucks his balls empty into your sweet Omega cunt and grunts and growls as he tries his best to stop himself from forcefully claiming you as his mate.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you in front of the nightclub that belongs to him now, smiling against your lips while his strong arms hold you so tightly, pulling you against his tall, buff body, offering you a feeling of safety you have never known before. He tells you he loves you while he holds you in his strong arms, and you almost cry from the happiness you feel.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who reaches his breaking point that night after you both confessed your love to each other and pushes his cock extra deep into you, letting you get a little taste of his knot, making you sob in need while he groans in your ear: "I want to mate you so bad, cutie. Want to make you my Omega. I can't hold back much longer, sweetie. Want to mate you and breed you and cherish you and give you my pups. Fuck... please let me mate you! Please be my Omega and my mate!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who waits for your consent even while his muscular body is shaking from the effort it takes to hold back before he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites you with a mating bite that hurts and arouses you at the same time.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you again to seal your bond with another load of his Alpha seed. He fucks you deep and feral, claiming his mate thoroughly, making sure you know how much he loves you and that he is yours now and you are his. He moans and growls and tells you he will give you his knot, will give you his everything for the rest of his life, while mounting you so hard and good that you see stars.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose knot is so big that you are worried you won't be able to take him when you feel the first swelling at his thick base. But Yuuji is such a caring Alpha and such a sweet mate. He soothes you with his low, sexy voice, whispering the sweetest praise to you while he prepares you thoroughly for his knot. He will give you his all, even if it takes hours to prepare you for his knot. He kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit, loosening your cunt with several orgasms on his cock before he allows his knot to grow and plug you up.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes you mewl and orgasm instantly when you finally feel his fat knot plugging you up, claiming you as his alone while he moans I love you's in your ear. His calloused fingers rub your puffy clit, making you squirt over and over again on his fat knot while he pulses his hot seed into you, sealing your mating ritual with both of your cum.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you deeply and tells you how sweet and beautiful you are while he slowly slips out of you after a night spent mating you. You sigh happily, so content and happy that you found such a strong Alpha and such a caring mate. Yuuji stays with you for hours afterward, refusing to leave your side after such an intimate experience. He holds you tightly, lets you rest and sleep in his strong arms, safe and warm in your mate's embrace, knowing he will take care of you for the rest of his life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is loved by his whole pack for his kindness and strength. A caring and protective Alpha. His large, calloused hands touch you with so much love and tenderness, but they can also deal the hardest punches against the ones who dare attack his pack. And if anyone tries to hurt his mate, Yuuji will see red and become a feral predator so powerful that his enemies will grovel before him and beg for mercy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who won't start a fight without a reason. But he hunts down the ones who break the rules of peace and are cruel and dangerous to others. He kills if he has to, but it bothers him greatly to take a life, and he always seeks comfort and reassurance in your arms after every kill.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who comes back home to you after a deadly fight with bloody scratches all over his body, which will heal into a few more sexy scars that show his dominance and strength. There's a feral glint in his golden eyes, making them glow like two full moons, angry and unrelenting. The eyes of a powerful predator who was forced to unleash his fury against his enemies. A gaze that makes you moan and grab the bed sheets tightly, your legs instinctively falling open to present your panty-clad slick cunt to this strong Alpha in front of you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who craves you badly after every kill. Who rips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, looking at you with that feral, primal need in his eyes while he opens his belt with one large hand, so riled up from the fight and ready to fuck his anger into the comforting wet heat of your sweet Omega cunt.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose buff body is bloody and sweaty from the fight. Veins standing out on his taut, flexed muscles. His fight triggered a rut, making his thick fat Alpha cock slap heavily against his firm abs when he frees himself from his trousers. The irresistible primal scent of his pheromones fills the whole room, making the slick run down your thighs even before Yuuji has laid a single finger on you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tears your soaked panties down, presses his face against your slick cunt, and growls wildly when he inhales your scent and licks up your sweet slick. He needs to fuck all his worries and anger into you. Needs you so bad to make things ok again. He growls a thank you after you tell him to let it all out on you, to fuck you as hard as he needs. "Don't hold back, Yuuji. I can take it. Fuck me as hard as you need, Alpha."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always fucks you harder after a kill. Using his strength on you and manhandling you with rough, calloused hands. He growls when he has you on all fours for him, with your cute ass in the air and legs spread, presenting him your pretty Omega cunt to claim and fuck. He groans behind you, low and feral, in full Alpha mode, giving your ass a hard slap as he splits you open around his fat cockhead.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you wild and hard, slapping your ass and fucking you with rough hard thrusts that go so deep that you howl with the most primal need and lust every time he ruts into you. He takes you in such a primal way, like an animal, hard and deep, while biting your neck and drooling all over your skin. He is so loud and feral, not holding back at all, fucking you unrelentingly from one orgasm to the next.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who only pulls out after he has exhausted himself completely, taking all his anger and pain out on your sweet, willing Omega cunt. You know that on those kinds of nights, he needs you to give him comfort, and so you pull him in your arms, hug him and cuddle him, and stroke his pretty pink hair, telling him he did the right thing and that you are so proud of him for protecting his pack. "You are such a good Alpha. And such a good man."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who not only wants you as his mate, but also as his wife, giving you a double promise of always protecting and loving you. Now you wear his teeth imprint on your neck and a beautiful golden wedding band on your ring finger.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose need to breed is so strong that he practically begs you to please let him fuck his pups into you anytime he smells your heat approaching. Your fertile pussy always drives him insane, making him lick up your slick needily while shooting his first load all over the bedsheets and himself, unable to hold back with your sweet taste filling his mouth and nose.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the happiest man ever, when you tell him you stopped taking your birth control. "I want your babies, Yuuji. Want to give you so many cute and strong pups, just like their daddy." And your man instantly has you under him, pinning you to the bed with his heavy, muscular body, snapping his hips furiously, shooting load after load into you while thanking you. "Thank you, baby, oh fuck, thank you so much! I will give you so many cute pups, my angel! Will fuck so many into you!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always breeds you anytime he claims you, now that he knows you want his pups. He fucks to breed. He wants a whole litter of cute little pups with you. He moans and growls ferally into your ear while he mounts you from behind and fucks you with such savage, needy, and deep thrusts that he almost breaks the bed.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who loves to put you in a mating press with you all needy under his heavy buff body, your knees pressed to your tits while he bucks his hips ferally against you, going wild at the thought of his fat cock so deep in you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wants to knock you up so bad that he is in a permanent rut now, triggering your heat over and over again, making you so wet and horny for him that you can barely walk anymore.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who has so much stamina that when he knots you, his knot stays inside you all night. Slow rolls of his hips while he is in you balls-deep, shooting thick load after load of his hot fertile seed into you, his balls so big and heavy that they slap loudly against your slicked-up swollen clit, making you cum over and over again until you are delirious from it, babbling how much you need him, "Please, Yuu, please make me a mommy. Please gimme your pups, baby."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who hugs you in his strong, buff arms and kisses your neck and lips lovingly while his knot is throbbing in you and plugging you up to keep his hot, fertile seed deep in you, breeding his sweet wife so thoroughly while praising you the whole time. "Look at you taking my knot so well. Fuck, I love you so much, cutie. I can't wait to see your belly so big and swollen with our pups. You'll be such a beautiful mommy."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose seed is strong and fertile and takes immediately. He smiles brightly at you and hugs you tightly when you tell him you are pregnant. He goes out to buy materials to build a cradle immediately, so eager and excited to start his family with you. And then repeats the same thing a few weeks later when you find out he fucked twins into you on the first try.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is always very protective but gets even worse when you carry his pups in you. Who growls at everyone who comes too close to you, always ensuring his mate and pups are safe. Who leaves his scent all over you to keep potential threats away.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who goes feral when your belly grows. He loves you so much, and it drives him crazy with lust and love to see that he successfully bred you, making you round and big with his pups, with his strong and chubby babies. It makes Yuuji so hard to see you like that. He has to take you every night while he caresses your belly and kneads your swollen tits, already milking a bit of milk out of them that he hungrily licks up.

+ Alpha! Yuuji, who pulls out of your cunt and cums all over your swollen belly because the sight turns him on so much.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses and licks you clean afterward before he rests his head on your belly and talks to his little ones, telling them how much their mommy and daddy love them. And he looks up at you with those gleaming golden eyes full of love and tells you, "And I also love you so much, baby. Thank you for being my mate and my wife. I am so lucky!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose genes are very dominant, so all your pups will have his pink hair. But you definitely don't mind because it looks so cute when your twins are born with a soft tuft of pink hair on their little heads! Your pups are two big, strong boys with chubby thighs and cheeks and loud voices. Strong, just like their daddy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a proud mate and daddy. He never gets tired of spending time with his wife and his little ones. He gets up in the middle of the night to feed and cuddle his little boys so his sweet wife can rest. He carries the twins around in his strong arms, showing them off all proudly with a big happy smile on his face, cooing at them, playing with them, and petting their pink hair. And you watch him with happy tears in your eyes, so happy that you found such a good Alpha and loving husband!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who beams at you and pulls you against his buff, tall body to kiss you thoroughly. Who doesn't let you go again because his heart feels so full and his cock is already swelling again, knowing that you are such a good mommy and such a sweet mate. He needs to bend you over the nearest surface and mount you again until your cute Omega cunt is stuffed with his fertile seed again, making more cute little pink-haired pups with the love of his life.

FUCKKKKK HE MAKES ME FERAL!! I don't know why, but there is something about Yuuji that fits Omegaverse so well, in my opinion. My head is spinning!!! Thank you so much, dear anon, for sending me this ask! When I wrote my Sukuna Omegaverse story, I already low-key wanted to write for Yuuji (and Megumi) too, and you motivated me to do so!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked Alpha!Yuuji and enjoyed this sexy little story!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

Omg twinssssssss we havin twinsssssssss

Imma die happy

This man’s chunky babies, would be so damn cute

They’d look just like himmmm fr

NONE of my genes in there it just him

But I’m okay with cuz they way he was being a sweet and tender just me heart pumping

CollegeBoy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up – Part 2 B

-> Option B: "Let's have a baby!"

You can read Part 1 here.

I decided to write two different versions of Part 2 (both are comforting). Option A: The Reader has an abortion Option B: The Reader decides to have the baby(s).

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff + Smut. 18+. Light angst with a happy end. 7K words. Unplanned pregnancy, Reader decides to have the baby. There's a short moment of worry during the pregnancy, but nothing bad happens. Pregnancy sex, praise, slight lactation kink. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples + benkeibear

The first night after finding out your college sweetheart accidentally knocked you up is a sleepless one for you. You're lying in Sukuna's arms, staring at the wall while your mind whirls, refusing to let you find any rest. You are grateful that Sukuna is here. At first, you had tried weakly to tell him that you wouldn't be mad if he needed some time to himself. But he just huffed and rolled his pretty eyes before pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor before his hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down while telling you in that low, stern voice,

"You think I am going to leave you alone after this? Absolutely not. Now get your pretty ass into bed, princess. I am staying."

And now he is lying behind you, snoring softly against your neck after he, too, struggled to fall asleep for over an hour. And you can't help but snuggle against Sukuna's warm, muscular body. His presence is reassuring, and his strong body and soft breath on your neck stop you from spiraling, even though you still can't find any rest.

You are busy making a pro and con list in your mind. Could you really make it work if you decide to have the baby? Could you handle going to college and being a mom? Wouldn't an abortion be the more sensible thing to do? On the other hand, would you be ok with the what-ifs haunting you after deciding against the baby? It's the most challenging decision you've ever had to make.

But if you are honest with yourself, your heart already knows what it wants.

The idea of having your own little family with Sukuna makes you smile. The mental image of Sukuna going to class with your little one in a baby carrier won't leave your mind. And you tear up a little when you imagine how sweet a life like that could be.

But you try to give your head a chance, too. It's not hard to find reasons why you shouldn't have a baby at this stage of life. Yet, any argument that speaks against a baby also leads to an excuse as to why it can still work. And after all, you know you won't be alone. Because there is Sukuna. Sukuna, who didn't run when he found out he knocked you up. Sukuna who told you he will support you no matter what you decide. Sukuna, who told you he will make sure you and the baby have it good if you choose to have it.

And now, one of his large hands is resting on your belly, long fingers sprawling possessively and lovingly over it, and it's a touch that fills you with longing. It's a touch that makes you see a future in which you and Sukuna are young parents and live together in domestic bliss.

It's that thought that finally makes you drift off to sleep, too.

"Kuna?"

You gnaw on your lip nervously as you turn around in your boyfriend's arms and look at him, about to tell him your decision. Sleepy maroon eyes meet yours, and a lazy smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face.

"Hmm?"

You always love how soft he looks right after waking up, with his pink hair ruffled and his voice even lower than usual, his gaze unguarded and warm. You reach down to take one of his large hands in yours, holding it with both of your smaller hands as you say the words that will change your and Sukuna's life forever,

"I think I want to have the baby."

It's, at the same time, the most terrifying and most beautiful thing you ever said. You gulp nervously, watching Sukuna's face carefully. He blinks, and the smirk vanishes from his face. Instead, he looks at you with a serious expression in his beautiful maroon eyes. He nods, never breaking eye contact as he says,

"Then we'll be a family from now on."

You still stare at him with wide eyes, clutching his hand tightly, and Sukuna laughs softly, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against your forehead,

"Hey, don't look so worried, princess. I meant everything I said yesterday. Every word. I won't run. We'll make this work. You and our baby will have it good. I will make sure of that. I love you. I won't leave."

Your heart flutters at the reassurance, and when Sukuna wraps an arm around you, you snuggle against him gratefully, sighing softly as you push your face against his warm, buff chest. You can hear his too-fast heartbeat, which gives away how nervous Sukuna is, too. About the pregnancy and the prospect of being a dad at such a young age. But Sukuna doesn't show it. You know he is being strong for you, so he can be your safe place. It makes you press a tender kiss to one of the tattoos on his naked chest while mumbling a soft, "I love you, too."

You believe Sukuna when he says the two of you can make it work. You have a feeling that with Sukuna by your side, you can do anything.

You get an official pregnancy test done at your doctor's office only two days later, followed by the first ultrasound examination, which you come out of with ringing ears after your doctor beamed at you and congratulated you on a twin pregnancy.

You walk over to Sukuna, who is waiting for you in the waiting room and wordlessly press the ultrasound picture against his chest. You wait a few seconds, barely able to keep silent while Sukuna examines the small picture with narrowed eyes until he finally is like,

"What am I supposed to see here? Wait a moment...why are there two?"

And you burst out laughing, looking at him, unable to stop grinning as the realization settles over Sukuna's face, and the corners of his mouth twitch until he bursts out laughing too,

"I should have known! Of course, I knocked you up with twins!"

There's a certain pride in his voice, and it makes you laugh even more. The first shock of finding out that you will have not only one but two babies to look after is lessened by the humor of it all.

Sukuna brings the picture closer to his face,

"Those little peas are supposed to be my children? Did you see how fucking small they are? Well, little ones, you have a lot of growing to do if you want to be as big and strong as your daddy!"

You chuckle and hug him, overcome with emotions at hearing Sukuna talk like that, already so naturally slipping into the role of the soon-to-be daddy.

"I will probably not be able to move at all with your two huge, heavy babies in my belly. Why do you have to be so big, Kuna?"

Sukuna flashes you a proud grin while wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer,

"Oh, don't act like you aren't crazily into it. And yeah, us Itadoris are big babies, so you better be prepared."

You open your mouth to whine, but Sukuna places a finger on your lips, smirking at you,

"Stop complaining, princess. You know that you have me. I'll make sure to feed you well when my brats make you hungry. And I'll get you everything you need. We both know that you won't have to lift a single finger."

You know he is right, and he already proves it to you when you get home again, and Sukuna gently pushes you onto the couch, telling you that you have to rest.

"I'm gonna make lunch now, and no, you aren't allowed to help! Be a good girl and just chill."

And so you sit there, with a hand lightly rubbing your belly, the ultrasound picture lying next to you, looking at the TV that is showing some game show. But you don't really register what is happening on the screen because you are too busy getting accustomed to the fact that you are really going to be a mom.

As the weeks pass, a small bump begins to show on your belly, and neither you nor Sukuna can stop touching it and staring at it in fascination. It still feels unreal that there are supposedly really two babies growing inside you. The little pea-sized spots you could see on the first ultrasound didn't look like little humans at all. But the small bulge tells you that there is truly something happening inside your belly.

You have several doctor's appointments, and Sukuna drives you to all of them. He always comes up with you to the waiting room and sits there, holding your hand, a reassuring presence by your side. He always lets you know he is there for you. That he isn't running from the responsibility.

Your doctor informs you that you can bring your partner with you to the next ultrasound so he can see the babies, too, if he wants, and when you tell Sukuna about it, he agrees immediately.

"Of course, I'm coming with you! I need to see what my brats are doing."

It makes your chest feel warm. Sukuna isn't just enduring all of this. He doesn't just play the dad because he feels like he has to. He is truly interested in your little family, which is growing in your belly.

You can tell that Sukuna is nervous on the day of the ultrasound. You catch him patting the pocket of his leather jacket as if to grab his cigarettes, only to let his hand drop again when he remembers that he threw all of his cigarettes away on the day you told him you wanted to have the babies.

It's cute to see your tall, muscular boyfriend with his piercings and intimidating-looking tattoos, sitting in the waiting room, playing nervously with his tongue piercing and grabbing your hand so tightly that it's a bit painful.

He is playing it cool in front of the doctor, though, his usual arrogant smirk perfectly in place. Joking around and oozing confidence. Until the screen fills with the ultrasound images, and Sukuna suddenly becomes completely silent.

The "peas" have grown quite a bit and they actually resemble tiny human beings with small arms and legs. Even though you can't feel it yet, they move around wildly, doing somersaults as if to show their daddy that they are just as athletic as he is.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna, and your heart clenches when you see the thunderstruck expression on his tattooed face. He stares at the screen in awe while his lips tremble ever so slightly.

You reach out to touch his arm, gently caressing his tattooed biceps, and Sukuna looks at you with his maroon eyes glittering suspiciously. Your bad boy who always acts so tough, but here he is fighting tears upon seeing his babies in action for the first time on a flickering ultrasound screen.

It makes tears well up in your eyes, too, your chest filling with almost overwhelming love. And suddenly, everything feels even more real. This is really happening! You are having Sukuna's babies! Sukuna and you will be parents!

And as if he read your mind, Sukuna's low voice is in your ear suddenly, sounding solemn and shocked and in complete awe,

"Those are our little brats."

You can only nod wildly in response as tears glitter in your eyes.

The two (or four) of you leave the doctor's office in a daze. Sukuna's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, and you feel him pull you closer to his tall body anytime you walk past someone, protecting you from any possible danger. Sukuna even drives much slower than usual. It makes you smile to yourself, filled with love and gratitude for the man by your side.

The man who didn't run, the man who took responsibility, the man who turns to look at you at a red light with his eyes full of love.

Sukuna parks in front of your apartment and sprints to your side of the car to open the door for you and offer you a strong arm. He doesn't leave your side all the way to your apartment, making sure you won't fall on the stairs or slip in the hallway. And you can't help but grin to yourself. It makes your body buzz with excitement, knowing this tall, strong man is so protective over you and the babies that are growing in your belly. His babies.

Somehow, it makes Sukuna even more attractive, even though you never thought he could get any hotter than he already is. It makes you lean against him and smile toothily up at him once you enter your apartment. You put your hands on Sukuna's defined pecs, feeling him up through his thin t-shirt as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. Murmuring against his lips,

"You're already such a good daddy."

Sukuna laughs and pulls you closer, smirking his sexy smirk against your lips before he pushes his tongue into your mouth, kissing you thoroughly before he carefully picks you up princess style to carry you to the bedroom and continue what you started.

"Oh my god, what!? I am going to be an uncle?"

You are convinced the whole dorm hears Yuuji's excited scream as he pulls his brother into a bone-crushing hug, and Sukuna's low laughter fills the room.

You smile as you watch the brothers high-fiving each other and grinning like two madmen. Sukuna announced the big news to Yuuji in his usually blunt manner. He pulled you against his side and put one large hand over your belly while smirking at his brother and telling him,

"You'll soon have serious competition for the title of Biggest Itadori Brat. We're pregnant with twins. Two boys, just like you and me."

By now, Yuuji has let go of his brother and comes over to you, smiling from ear to ear and telling you how happy he is for you and Sukuna. There is no sign of disapproval or judgment, only genuine joy. And it makes relief wash over you. You hope that more people will react nicely once your baby bump is big enough so you won't be able to hide your pregnancy anymore.

You once heard someone say that no pregnancy goes by without a big scare.

And you get your scare when you get up one morning to use the toilet only to discover a bloodstain in your panties.

"K... Kuna..."

You say his name instinctively, needing him by your side as the fear makes your pulse race. And Sukuna is by your side in lightspeed, running into the bathroom only wearing his boxer briefs, hair messy and ruffled from sleep, with wide eyes and worry written all over his handsome face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Your voice trembles when you explain,

"There is... there is blood."

The first tears run down your cheeks as you press a hand over your mouth. You are scared out of your mind. Scared that this means you lost the babies. Scared that something went wrong, and now your happy little family will never be.

You almost scream at the irony. This pregnancy wasn't planned. Not so long ago, you contemplated getting an abortion. But now, the thought of losing your babies makes you spiral!

It's Sukuna's low voice that pulls you out of the panic attack.

"Don't worry too much, princess. It's not a lot of blood, ok? We'll get it checked. But I am sure it's nothing bad. Come here, sweetheart."

He gently pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly while his lips press little soothing kisses to your temple and cheek. So surprisingly soft for a guy with such a bad boy reputation.

You can tell by Sukuna's posture and the tenseness in his muscles that he is worried, too, but he stays strong for you, and that is exactly what you need at that moment. He is your big, strong boyfriend, someone you can lean on and who knows what to do because he always knows everything.

Sukuna is gentle with you. He helps you get dressed and carefully carries you down to his car. He talks to you on the whole drive to the hospital to distract you. He stays by your side when you are told to take a seat in the waiting area, holding your hand the whole time until a nurse picks you up and leads you to an examination room. The last thing you see before turning the corner is Sukuna's soft, reassuring smile, even while his wide gaze gives away how scared he is, too.

Ten minutes later, you return to Sukuna with a relieved smile on your lips. You can see the breath he lets out, the way the tenseness leaves his broad shoulders and the way his hands unclench.

"The babies are fine. They were as active as ever. The doctor said everything is as it should be. The bleeding could have been caused by all kinds of things, but it's nothing bad. I should just try to avoid stress and rest a bit more."

And Sukuna wraps you in his strong arms, hugging you a bit too tightly, clinging to you as you feel him exhale shakily.

"I'm glad the three of you are fine. Promise me you will really rest more."

"Of course I will. I want the babies, too, Kuna. I won't do anything that could put them at risk."

To your surprise, you feel Sukuna tense up again, and then he pulls away just enough to look at you with a scowl on his beautiful face and worry in his eyes,

"I am not just worried about the babies. I am worried about you, too. Always about you. Fuck, I love you. I need you to take good care of yourself. I can't lose you, princess!"

And you almost melt into a puddle right then and there, feeling tears well up in your eyes again, this time because you are so touched, and so relieved, and so in love with the boy in front of you.

"I love you too. Thank you for being there for me, baby."

"Always, princess."

Your belly is constantly growing, and by now, you aren't able to hide your pregnancy anymore. You get several curious glances on campus. Some people approach you directly. Others whisper when you walk past.

But those whispers stop the moment Sukuna joins your side, walking next to you like some bodyguard, one strong, tattooed arm casually thrown over your shoulder. He leans down to kiss your temple while his cat-like maroon eyes watch the people in the hallway, smirking his most dangerous smirk at them, daring them to make a mean comment and suffer the consequences.

Sukuna places one large hand on your swollen belly, sprawling his tattooed fingers possessively over it as he sneers at the group of girls who are known to be the biggest gossips of the whole campus,

"Those babies are mine. You can let everyone know that. And if anyone has a problem with it, they can come to me and say it to my face."

And you can't help but laugh and lift your head proudly, too, grinning from ear to ear, glad that you are dating the campus bad boy and won't have to endure any bullying because you managed to get knocked up by your college sweetheart. No one dares make any snide comments after finding out who the father of your babies is

You're sitting on the couch reading a book when there's a sudden movement in your belly. You gasp and stare at your baby bump.

"Oh my god, Kuna! Come quick!"

Your loud squeal is one of excitement this time, but there is still alarm written all over Sukuna's tattooed face when he hurries into the living room, cooking spoon still in his hand,

"Fuck! What's wrong?"

But you are quick to chase his worry away, meeting him halfway, walking toward him with a broad smile on your face and your hands cupping your swollen belly.

"It's the twins! I can feel them move! Come here so you can feel them, too!"

And Sukuna looks at you with wide eyes, dropping the spoon he was holding and rushing over to you. He stops in front of you, his gaze traveling down to your baby bump.

You laugh and grab his large hands, placing them firmly on your swollen belly. It takes barely a second, and then Sukuna's gaze snaps to yours,

"Our little brats are kicking me!"

You giggle and nod,

"Yeah, it's so cool, right? I just hope they won't get too wild."

And Sukuna grins and looks at you with an amused and super proud sparkle in his maroon eyes,

"Oh, I know they will be wild. Don't get your hopes up, princess. They are strong, just like their daddy. Right, my little gremlins?"

Sukuna's voice is amused but also tender, making your heart feel full. You know that he already loves his little ones. You can hear it in his voice and see it in the soft look on his face.

Sukuna drops to his knees right in front of you, hugging you and resting his head gently against your baby bump, a tender smile on his face.

A display of such pure devotion and love that it makes you tear up a bit. Sukuna grins as he pulls up your shirt, and then he presses two soft lingering kisses onto your swollen belly. You can feel his smile against your skin just a second before you feel another strong kick from one of the twins, or maybe both of them. As if they want to greet their daddy and show him how strong they already are.

Sukuna laughs, putting his hands on your belly again, grinning as he feels his sons move around,

"Hey, listen up, little brats. Daddy is proud of you for being such strong ones, but be nice to your mommy, ok? Don't kick her too much."

You chuckle and put a hand on Sukuna's head, gently petting his pink hair and running your fingers through the silky strands as you smile down at him. You are sure that you must have heart eyes because Sukuna looks so good kneeling before you, hugging you, and kissing your baby bump while talking to his babies in your belly.

Every last sliver of doubt you might have ever had about this pregnancy dissolves at that moment as you watch your man being so loving and cute. So excited about the development of your babies.

He grins up at you, that boyish grin that always gives you butterflies, and you catch yourself thinking that you really hope your little boys will have the same grin one day.

Of course, you heard about pregnancy cravings, but you couldn't imagine how intense that would be. Now you know it.

You're having a lazy evening on the couch, watching TV with Sukuna, when a commercial for a specific yogurt starts playing, and suddenly, it is all you can think about. You need that yogurt! Right now!

You whine about it like some five-year-old, and Sukuna laughs and pulls out his phone, filming you, telling you that he always wants to remember these epic moments of your pregnancy lunacy. And you huff dramatically and roll your eyes at him and hit his biceps playfully while pouting at him,

"But Kuna, please. You want your babies to become big and strong, right? I am sure they need dairy products right now, and that's why I crave that yogurt! It's them! It's your twins! They make me want that yogurt so bad! Please get it for me, baby, will you?"

You bat your lashes at him, and Sukuna grins at you, reaching out to cup your chin and gently press your cheeks together. His grin grows as he slowly leans closer.

"Stop it, princess. You already know full well that I will buy you that fucking yogurt. If my girl wants that yogurt, she will get that yogurt."

He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips before he gets up from the couch and is on his way to the door. He looks over his broad shoulders, winking at you. And a second later, your boyfriend is already out the door on his mission to get you all the yogurt you crave.

He returns 20 minutes later, carrying a whole pallet of the desired yogurt, walking toward you with a proud expression on his handsome tattooed face.

"See, princess. You have me to get you everything you need. Now give me a kiss, and I will give you a yogurt."

Sukuna grins that beautiful boyish grin at you, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness, and you laugh and grab his jaw, giving him a loud, wet smack on his tattooed cheek and then a sweet, slow kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, baby. You are the best."

And you feel him smile against your lips as his large hand cups the back of your head to hold you in place so he can kiss you some more before you can pull away to indulge in your newfound yogurt addiction.

You catch Sukuna standing in the twins' room in your new apartment, paintbrush in hand, his naked chest heaving, sweat mingling with the paint stains on his skin next to the tattoos adorning his muscular body. And it's one of the sexiest sights you have ever seen. Your man building a nest for your babies.

Money is tight, so you could only afford an old and rather shabby apartment. But Sukuna is very determined to turn it into a nice home for his little family. He told you that you don't need to hire any professional craftsmen. Sukuna will do it all by himself (and with the help of his brother). He will make sure you and your babies have a clean and pretty place to live in!

And he keeps his word.

Only a short time later, the apartment is ready to move into, and it looks amazing. A cozy little place for you and Sukuna and your little boys.

Living together with Sukuna feels incredibly nice. You have already been spending all your time together ever since you were pregnant, but knowing that you are actually living together now makes things feel different. Sweeter somehow. Domestic. Just like you dreamed it would be.

This is Sukuna's and your place. Your shared home. It is where you will raise your babies, where you will laugh and cry, eat together, make love, and celebrate the twins' birthdays.

Sukuna's favorite part of the apartment is the kitchen. He spends a lot of time in there, cooking and baking for you, claiming that he needs to feed you well so you get all the nutrients you need right now.

He is stern when it comes to your health, watching you with hawk eyes when you eat and shaking his head when you push some food to the side,

"Uh uh. I looked it up, princess. Those are essential during pregnancy. You will eat them."

As annoying as it can be, you can't be mad at Sukuna. He is just trying his best to take good care of you, after all. And in the end, you always hug him and kiss him and tell him he is the sweetest, which makes Sukuna look very pleased while he announces,

"My girl will always have it good with me."

He is right, and you are very happy about it. Sukuna is super protective of you, even more so now that you are pregnant with his babies. He doesn't let you lift a single finger, insisting that you aren't to carry anything heavy and that you shouldn't do the laundry or clean the apartment.

You laugh when you come home from class and find Sukuna and Yuuji deep cleaning the kitchen together, both sweaty and bitching at each other but motivated like hell to get everything shiny and clean.

"Brat, you missed a spot there! Get your lazy ass up and keep scrubbing my fucking sink! This is for your nephews, you little shit! You don't want them to get all kinds of infections, do you?"

"No, of course not! But Kuna! Grandpa never had a clean house, and you and I lived too! You are such an asshole, oh my god!"

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, feeling bad for Yuuji but also filled with love at seeing Sukuna so aggressively motivated about your domestic life. So eager to prepare everything for the twins.

Sukuna is a good man for you. Tough on the outside but caring on the inside. And you already know that he will be a wonderful father.

Your pregnancy progresses without any complications. But you are not immune to the emotional rollercoaster of the pregnancy hormones raging in your body. You cry more easily, sometimes without even really knowing why. You get anxious over the smallest things. And sometimes, everything is too much, and self-doubts fill your mind.

It's those moments that make you suddenly cry and hug yourself, unable to regulate your emotions, hiccuping from all the tears,

"I can't do this! I have no idea how any of this works! I suck at everything I do! I will be such a terrible mom!"

But Sukuna is there for you each and every time, catching you anytime you fall. He wraps you in his strong arms, comforts you, pulls you against his muscular body, and lets you use his broad chest as your pillow, not caring at all that your tears and snot soak his t-shirt. He strokes your hair soothingly, cuddles you, and talks to you in that low, velvety voice. All soft and sweet, murmuring reassurance to you while he pets your hair,

"Shhh, it's ok, baby. You can do it. You'll be an amazing mommy. And even on the days when you can't do it, there will still be me who can do it for you. I won't let you down, ever. You aren't alone in this, princess. You will always have me."

It makes you cry even more. But the tears turn into tears of joy, affection, and love. Sukuna is your rock. To everyone else, he may seem like a superficial troublemaker who only wants to have fun, but you know a different side of him. The accidental pregnancy showed you that Sukuna is so much more than meets the eye. You know you can always count on your bad boy with the face tattoos and the pink hair. You know he will keep his word.

You snuggle gratefully against him in those moments, crying until you fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and loved and knowing that when you wake up a few hours later, things will look better again.

You talk to your doctor and schedule a planned c-section after seeing how big the twins are already at this point, making you freak out at the thought of trying a natural birth.

Your doctor laughs and tells you that it's no wonder they are big after seeing their daddy, and somehow, it gives you butterflies and makes you smile like an idiot, even as you nod and agree that, yes, Sukuna is really tall and big.

When you tell Sukuna the news, he is, on the one hand, proud that his brats are growing so healthily and seem to turn out just like him, but on the other hand, he is worried about you.

"I will be with you during the c-section. You better know that, princess."

"Of course, I know that, baby. But I am ok, really. I am not scared of the surgery. I am actually glad I don't have to try pressing those big boys out the natural way!"

You look at Sukuna, and his lips twitch, and then you both burst out laughing at the same time before he pulls you against him and hugs you loosely, careful not to squish your swollen belly too much.

Your baby bump is huge by now. You can't see your feet. You can't bend over. You can't move the way you want to. Your belly is heavy and in the way all the time now, and it's a bit annoying at this point.

But Sukuna always manages to make you feel better about it.

He constantly walks up to you, stands behind you, and reaches around you, cupping your swollen belly with both hands, joking about how it is exactly like the basketball he is used to from practice, only prettier.

And you laugh and complain playfully and turn around in his arms, kissing him while still smiling. And he smirks at you and informs you,

"I told you that you have me to take care of you, princess. Stop whining, and just come to me when you need help. It's really that easy."

He is right.

You tell Sukuna you are having trouble putting on your shoes, and Sukuna is instantly by your side. He makes you sit down again, takes your legs into his hands, puts your shoes on for you, and ties the shoelaces.

He is there when you need to pick up something. He is there to do the laundry for you and carry groceries and even your bag when he walks you to your classes. He is there to remind you that you should lie down and rest. And if you don't listen to him, Sukuna can still easily pick you up and just carry you to the bed or couch.

And as much as you are starting to get annoyed by your baby bump and your heavy breasts and swollen face and legs, Sukuna absolutely loves your pregnant body.

There are moments when you are close to tears and feel insecure about your new body shape, missing the way you used to look before, but Sukuna won't let you talk yourself down. He leaves no doubt about how attracted he is to you.

"Stop it, baby. You are so fucking sexy. You think you don't make my dick hard anymore? I'll show you how wrong you are about that, princess."

He walks up to you, making you gulp hard when you feel him stop behind you, his husky voice in your ear, hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

He presses his tall body against you while his large hands wander lovingly over your body, cupping your plump breasts, caressing your swollen belly, squeezing your squishy hips and thighs while hot, wet kisses trail up and down your neck and Sukuna rubs his rock-hard erection against your back, letting you feel how hard you still make him.

"If you weren't already round and swollen with my twins, I would fuck a baby into you right this second. But just because I can't knock you up again right now doesn't mean I can't fuck you."

Sukuna is careful to put you in positions that are comfortable for you and won't hurt the babies. And his thrusts are a bit gentler than usual, but his hips still roll against you with that perfect, sexy pace, dicking you down so good that it makes you sob his name and forget all about the insecurities you felt earlier.

You are lying on your side, and Sukuna is spooning you, fucking you from behind with those slow, deep strokes that make your head spin. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around your body, his hands squeezing your breasts, and he growls in your ear when a few droplets of milk already spill from your swollen tits.

You mewl when Sukuna doesn't wipe his hands on the sheets but licks your sticky milk off his fingers, groaning as if it's a sweet treat, telling you how good you taste.

He flicks his thumb over your puffy clit, making you scream with how good and intense everything feels with the pregnancy hormones and the increased blood flow in your body. Forgetting all about the insecurities you felt earlier as you give yourself to Sukuna and let him worship your pregnant body.

One of his hands is holding your swollen belly, while the other is between your thighs, spoiling your pussy with his loving caresses. And all the time, he praises you with that low, sexy voice, telling you how crazy you drive him.

You squeal loudly when your pleasure peaks, and you clench so hard around Sukuna's cock, that you take him with you over the edge, making him groan loudly against your neck while his large hands sprawl over your pregnant belly, holding it firmly as he ruts into you and spills his hot cum into you.

Sukuna is always sweet to you after sex, but even more so now that you are pregnant. You get cleaned, you get cuddled, you get praised, you get offered snacks, which makes you laugh softly and pull Sukuna into a deep kiss, telling him that the only snack you want right now is him.

All of this helps you accept the changes in your body and even appreciate them. Sukuna makes you feel desired and sexy, even when your legs and face are swollen, and your big baby bump makes it impossible for you to move the way you used to.

Sukuna loves your baby bump.

And not just during sex but all the time. He can't keep his hands off it. A large tattooed hand always rests on your swollen belly when you snuggle on the couch together, watching your favorite shows. Or at night, when you lie in bed, and Sukuna hugs you from behind. He even does it in public, proudly showing you and your baby bump off.

It makes you smile, thinking that just a few months ago, you and Sukuna were both freaking out about him accidentally knocking you up, but now you are both so at peace with how things are. Even happy and excited to share this new chapter of your life with each other.

You are standing in the baby room section of Ikea three weeks before your due date, a hand resting gently on your swollen belly, smiling when you feel your babies' occasional kicks.

Their daddy is busy picking out a changing table while looking completely out of place with his black clothes and intimidating-looking tattoos amidst all the white and pastel-colored furniture surrounding him.

He is sticking his tongue out in concentration, his tongue piercing glittering in the artificial light as he takes measurements with a measuring tape to determine which changing table fits better into the kid's room. And your chest fills with warmth as you watch him.

He is so focused, so invested. This is important to him. Your babies are important to him. You are important to him.

Before you even know it, you are standing behind Sukuna and wrap your arms around him, hugging him and snuggling against his broad back, at least as much as your huge baby bump allows.

Sukuna looks over his shoulder with that boyish grin on his tattooed face, looking so good that the sensation of your babies kicking you isn't the only fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"Do you want the blue changing mat or the yellow one, princess?"

You chuckle, unable to stop the broad smile spreading over your face,

"You are so sexy, daddy."

Sukuna's smirk grows bigger, and he lifts one eyebrow,

"You think this is sexy? Just wait until you see me giving our brats the bottle or changing their diapers."

"I'll probably faint from all the sexiness!"

You both start laughing at the same time. And Sukuna turns around to steal a few kisses before he wraps his strong arms around you and tells you about all the sexy dad things he will do when his brats are here.

And you both laugh as you stand there hugging and joking and flirting in the middle of Ikea, feeling as if you are in your own little bubble. And you kind of are, aren't you? This is your little family. Sukuna and you and the babies in your swollen belly.

And you realize that you can't wait for the little ones to finally be here. You can't wait to finally see Sukuna holding them, carrying them around in his tattooed arms, hearing him sing them to sleep with that sexy low voice, and seeing him be the proud daddy that you know he will be.

I WANT THAT SEXY DADDY IN MY LIFE AAAHHH 😭💗 This story became so much longer than I thought, but I just couldn't stop writing. I found so much comfort in this whole series. Our fave bad boy becoming all mature and responsible 💗

I hope you enjoyed Option B and that it could make you smile, too!! Thank you so much for all the sweet comments and tags on Part 1 and Option A. It was such a nice journey with y'all!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

WHAT WAS THE REASON

ah it’s finally here. the fushigojo shibuya arc warnings: just a dash of angst, pregnancy, jjk manga spoilers

then.

megumi’s been in his room since you’d returned from the hospital. which was, at this point, six hours ago.

you and gojo had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door for five.

“what do we say to him?” you ask, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “what can we do to make this a little bit better?”

“i don’t know,” he answers quietly, taking your hand into both of his. “there’s…no parenting book or article about how to comfort your kid after his sister’s been cursed.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, exhaling through the deep ache in your chest. it’d been difficult to see her like that. your tsumiki, sweet, kind, caring, laying lifeless in that bed.

“at the hospital he told me he said some things to her the day before she…he told me he said mean things. it was the last thing he said to her.”

“tsumiki wouldn’t hold it against him,” gojo says. “she knows what he’s like. knows it was probably from a place of care.”

it’d also been hard to see megumi sitting at her bedside, face stony as he clutched his sister's hand. “doesn’t mean he feels any less awful about it.”

“yeah,” gojo sighs, letting his head fall back against the door. he looks exhausted, distraught. you suppose all three of you are.

“what do we do, satoru?” you ask, tears brimming your eyes. “we still don’t know how—”

“hey, it’s okay.” it comes out a little unsteady, as he himself isn't convinced of it, but he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as the last few hours finally catch up to you. “we can figure that out tomorrow, but for now we’ve gotta focus on him.”

all you can manage is a small nod as he wipes the tears from your cheeks and helps you up, the two of you pushing open the door.

megumi's sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, shoulders trembling slightly. he doesn't have to lift his head for the both of you to know his cheeks are stained with tears.

something painful grips your heart at the realization that you've never seen him cry before. not when he was 6 and you took him to the doctor to get his first shot. not when he was 8 and fell out of the tree at the park across from your apartment and broke his arm. not when he was 11 and lost his first science fair.

but his sorrow flows freely now, proof of a sibling who was well-loved and sorely missed. you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, pulling him into a hug and letting his tears soak your shirt.

now.

you're not sure how to feel as you stare at those two pink lines.

for the most part, you're elated. because this is good...right? a baby was good news. it'd relieve some of the pressure the two of you had been under from the gojo clan, which was a plus.

but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have...a feeling. you tap the test against the palm of your hand, lips pursed as you reach for your phone to call gojo.

but the front door opens before you can tap his contact, and megumi walks in.

“hey!” you grin, fumbling to hide the test behind your back. “what are you doing here?”

megumi stares at you in that awfully analytical way he’d picked up from your husband. “gojo sent me to find you.”

your smile quickly disappears. “why?”

“he said something’s happening in shibuya. i think he might need help.” then, after a moment, “what are you holding?”

you can’t lie to megumi, you’ve never been able to. so you sigh, pulling the test from behind your back. “i think i’m pregnant.”

his brows raise in surprise, but he quickly smooths his expression over. “does he know?”

“no.” you tell him. “i just found out.”

“are you…happy?”

are you? “i think so.”

“then so am i,” he decides. “and because of that…i think you should stay here.”

it’s your turn to stare at him in disbelief. “you just said that you think he needs help—”

“but with your condition—”

“get in the car, megumi,” you snap, grabbing your keys. “we’re going to shibuya.”

--

shibuya is a disaster.

it's frantic, messy. you're overwhelmed. you need to throw up. you can't find gojo.

you're holding onto megumi as to not lose track of him, gripping the sleeve of his shirt as you run around the station looking for that telltale shock of white hair.

and when you finally see it, he's not alone.

it all comes back in flashes, once treasured memories that only bring pain as you stare at the man you thought was dead. "is that--"

megumi's yelling, but gojo doesn't seem to hear him. he's frozen in place, staring at the man who was once his best friend.

that's when it happens. it snaps gojo out of his state of shock, and you can only look on in horror as he's gripped by something you'd only read about in books but never seen yourself.

you're fighting to pull air into your lungs now. you know what's happening. you're stumbling forward, reaching for him, but megumi grabs you around the waist and hauls you backwards.

"no! satoru!"

it's after his name is ripped from your chest that he sees you. it hurts, the naked fear in his eyes when he looks at you and megumi and shouts something you can't hear over the roar in your ears. you desperately pull at the threads of your cursed energy, the shadows around you swirling in response as if they too are reaching for him.

but you're too late.

you're too stunned to speak, clinging to megumi as he drags you back and away.

he doesn't stop until the two of you into the shadows of a secluded corner, both of you slumping against the wall. megumi says your name a few times, but you can't hear him over the train of thoughts racing through your head.

it's when he finally croaks, "mom," shaking you, that you look up into the concerned face of your megumi. the only person you have left. "you need to go. if...if that was their plan all along, then chances are you're in danger too."

you shake your head. "i'm not leaving you here."

"i can't risk losing you too," he whispers, and your heart breaks when the tears he's been holding back form in the corners of his eyes. "please."

he pulls you into a tight embrace, his hands desperately gripping the back of your shirt as he lets you lean into him.

"it's going to be okay. we're going to be okay," you tell him, and though he nods against your shoulder, you know he's just as unsure as you are.

Thinking about the papa. 🤠✨🥂

Me ; “ I’m gonna make Rain Code art. 💕✨ “

Me ; “ * draws seahorse papa Desuhiko for the millionth time * “

Me ; “ shit !! ✨ “

FOR JUST 20 BUCKS I WILL DRAW ALL OF THE FNAF CHARACTERS PREGNANT-

when he’s got your legs up by his shoulder, one hand holding them together and the other—palming your belly (the home for his baby), as he fucks you hard. so hard that your mouth hangs open in the shape of ‘o’ each time he rams it in you, he knocks the breath out of you—your voice won’t come out, your moans are blocked someplace in your throat, but fret not. the sound of slick squelching and skin slapping is on blast, so loud and intense it can be heard from the other side of the wall, for your neighbors to know he’s working hard to put that baby in you

This will never NOT be my favorite thing

Not Allowed on the Bed

This was just supposed to be a thirsty drabble, but okay

Warnings: hybrid reader, swearing, virgin!reader, chubby reader, mentions of pregnancy

This is my first time writing hybrid, so it's not good, but here we go

You never thought you'd get adopted. It wasn't that you weren't cute, of course you were, but every time someone came into the shelter to look at the pets they'd look at you, maybe even play with you, and end up taking home one of the smaller hybrids. Still, you never stopped feeling hopeful when someone came in. You'd smile and speak sweetly and play as politely as you could manage. You didn't even jump up anymore, that wasn't nice, and you were a nice girl, or you did your best to be. Most of your friends had already found homes, you were happy for them, but you were also a little jealous, and lonely. The people that ran the shelter told you to be patient, that someone would choose you someday, and you believed them. Why wouldn't you? They were so nice and took such good care of everyone.

"C'mon, man, just give them a chance, you've only seen a few of them." Your floppy ears perked up at the voice. He sounded kind, your heart flooded with hope and your tail wagged tentatively. 

"Tch. Whatever, let's just get this over with." The other voice wasn't as kind. In fact it sounded downright mean. Like he was growling. But, you shouldn't judge a person by their voice, so you remained full of hope. Their scents were faint, but pleasant in different ways. 

They were only a couple of doors away, but there were two really pretty, much smaller pets in between you and them. Somehow, you were lucky, the gruff man didn't seem impressed with the pets before your room. Their scents were stronger now, your rear end was wiggling as you saw them through the window of your room. 

"Aw, look at this one, she's so cute." The red haired one with the kind voice and fresh, earthy scent spoke. 

The other man didn't really look at you, his head was turned and his eyes were cast to the side. "Tch." Was his only response. You looked up at them from where you sat on the floor of your room like a good girl. His scent was harsher in your nose, but you liked it. You tilted your head and smiled. 

"Hi there, cutie." The redhead grinned at you, waving eagerly. 

You waved back, your smile widening. 

"Did you want to meet her?" One of the workers asked the men. 

The redhead confirmed, but the gruff blond just tutted again. The worker let them in and you remained sitting, like a good girl.

"How long has she been here?" The redhead asked. 

"A long time." The worker answered sadly. "She's a sweet girl, and there's nothing really wrong with her except her size. I'll leave you alone so you can get to know each other." 

The redhead thanked them and held out his hand to you. You sniffed him politely and smiled again. "What's your name?" 

You told him and the blond's eyes snapped to your face when you spoke. 

"You bite or somethin'?"

"No." You assured him quickly, raising your hands in front of you, and waving them. 

"Then why the fuck are you still here?"

"Bakugou!" The redhead scolded.

"I'm not small like the other pets." You told him frankly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" The blond called Bakugou demanded. 

You shrugged. You didn't really know why it made such a difference to anyone whether the pet they took home was big or small, all you knew was what you'd heard when you got passed over time and time again.

"You trained?"

You nodded eagerly. "'m a good girl, I promise!" 

"We'll see about that." He smirked. 

Before you really knew what was happening you were headed home. Home. Finally. You were so excited to finally have a home and an owner that when he let you in you started bouncing around your new surroundings, sniffing and touching everything you could get your hands on. 

"Oi!" His firm tone stopped you in your tracks just before you climbed onto the big bed.

You went and stood in front of him. "Yes, Master?"

"The fuck? No, I'm not your fuckin' Master." he protested with a snarling scowl. 

"But you took me home." You reminded him.

"That's-" He swallowed, eyes darting around in search of an answer. "You don't call me that, got it?"

"What do I call you, then?"

"Katsuki." He informed you. 

"Katsuki!" You parroted cheerfully. "'m Katsuki's good girl!" Your behind wiggled in your excitement. 

"Not if you you keep fuckin' crawlin' on my bed." He grumbled. 

He said things like that often, growling and snarling at you, saying if you did this or that that you weren't his good girl, but he always scratched behind your floppy ears while you sat next to him on the couch, always gave you some of whatever he was eating, always made sure you were healthy and safe. The only thing he forbade was you sleeping on his bed, he disliked you even being in his bedroom, but allowed it on occasion when he was with you. You had your own bed, and he expected you to sleep in it, no matter how much you begged. 

His friends were nice to you when they came over. The redhead that had helped Katsuki bring you home was called Shitty Hair, there was a taller, thinner one that always smiled and smelled like oranges called Plain Face, and a shorter blond with grabby hands called Dunce Face. They always brought you treats, scratched your head, and told you what a good and pretty girl you were. You liked them. 

"You want another treat?" Dunce Face asked you, holding the treat over you where you were sitting on the floor. 

You nodded and followed the treat with your eyes. 

"She's had enough." Katsuki scoffed. 

"Aw, but she likes them, and she's so cute." Dunce Face pouted. "Look at her jiggle when she jumps for it!" He lifted the treat for emphasis and you jumped up eagerly.

"Yeah, she can have just one more." Shitty Hair nodded. 

"Oi! Go take a nap, I'll wake you up for dinner." Katsuki ordered. 

"Okay!" You hopped up and went to your bed in the other room. You weren't sleepy, but it couldn't hurt to get cozy in your bed and let Katsuki have time alone with his friends. You walked around in a circle a few times before curling up, yawning a little. 

"Oh, man, I might need to get myself a pet." Dunce Face pouted again. "Unless you let me borrow yours." He continued in a sing-song tone. 

"Fuck off." Katsuki growled.

"Hey, relax, Bakugou." Shitty Hair tried to defuse the tension. "He's kidding, aren't you, Kaminari?"

"Kinda." 

"Bakugou doesn't do that." Plain Face informed. 

"You don't?"

"Not everyone has sex with their hybrid." Shitty Hair responded, cutting off Katsuki before he could speak, but you'd heard him move. 

Sex. You'd heard about that from some of the other pets, mostly the surrendered ones and a few of the strays. It sounded a little scary, but some of them made it sound nice. You weren't sure what to think, but Katsuki didn't seem interested, so you didn't think it would be a problem for you. You yawned again and drifted off to sleep. 

You felt weird. Huffy and lonely. Katsuki was at work and normally you'd fill your day with the chores you'd chosen to do and sleeping and playing, but today, you just felt . . . cooped up. Something was wrong and you didn't know what, but you knew it wasn't right. Opening the windows did nothing to alleviate the way you were feeling trapped. Even eating, you usually enjoyed, wasn't appealing to you right now. And you just wanted Katsuki home. Why did he have to be at work today? Why were there so many hours before he was coming home? You huffed again, pacing around the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. It seemed huffing was the only thing you could do to express yourself right now. You inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as your senses were overwhelmed by an intoxicating scent. It was familiar, you knew it was Katsuki's, but it was so much stronger, more . . . delicious

Your mouth watered. You needed more of it and your feet carried you toward the source. The place you weren't supposed to be without Katsuki, but you needed it. Your chest heaved as you tried to inhale more of the scent, needy, guilty whimpers already escaping your lips as you entered the forbidden space. You knew better than to be in here, all but one of your instincts were screaming at you to leave this room. Too bad this new, strange instinct was pushing them all to the back of your mind. You crawled slowly into the bed, under the covers, and buried your face in Katsuki's pillow, inhaling deeply. You lost yourself in the heady scent of him, your mind going hazy for a moment, and it felt like you were floating while your body filled with warmth, your skin tingling. You don't know how long you laid there, sniffing his pillow, but you whimpered the whole time, and your pussy was dripping slick onto his sheets, soaking and making your thighs sticky. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" His gravelly voice met your ears and at first you felt sick, guilt coursing through you at disobeying him, but you couldn't control the excited shiver that ran through you at the timbre of his growl, another gush of slick coating between your thighs.

"I said," He moved closer, his voice lowering dangerously, "what the-"

You jumped up and cut him off by clumsily crashing your lips into his. 

He didn't push you away, but made no move to kiss you back, just let you move your lips over his, and swallowed thickly, a snarl on his lips when you pulled away. 

You whimpered, feeling tears sting your eyes when he didn't speak.

Finally, he growled lowly at you, "What's the rule?"

"Katsuki?" You sniffled confusedly. 

"What's the one fuckin' rule?" He repeated.

"Don't go on the bed." You sniffled again. 

"And what did you do?" 

You hung your head, unable to look him fully in the eye because of the way his voice and scent were making you rub your thighs together. "Went on the bed." You pouted. 

"Bad girl." He snarled. 

Your head snapped up, your lips quivering. He'd never called you bad before. You wanted to protest, but he was right. You were bad. You were a bad girl. He was gonna bring you back to the shelter and then you'd never find another home, or if you did your next owner wouldn't treat you the way Katsuki did. Fat, hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Tch." He scoffed. "What the fuck're you cryin' for?"

"'m sorry for being bad, won't- won't do it again!" You fell to your knees in front of him. "P-please don't get rid of me." 

"Dumbass, I'm not fuckin' gettin' ridda ya!" He snarled, then sighed and gripped your shoulder, lifting you to standing. "But I can't let you get away with this." He walked over to the bed, dragging you with him, and put you over his knee. "You know why you're not allowed in the bed?"

"N-no." You sniffled, rubbing your thighs together in spite of your fear and shame, you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth, the source of the scent so close to your nose. 

He was breathing heavily for some reason, running his hands over your skin, squeezing and grabbing handfuls of your flesh. "You can't guess? Hah?"

You tried to think, but it was hard to form anything in your mind with him so close and touching you the way he was. "Be- because 'm your pet." You whimpered out when his hand slid between your thighs. 

He pulled his hand away and spanked you, the initial sting making you yelp and jolt, despite the way you wanted to beg for him to do it again. "Wrong." 

"Not- 'm not your pet?" More tears threatened to fall.

"You ain't a pet to me, baby, but you are mine." He growled out, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. Katsuki went back to rubbing and squeezing you. He let out a low growl as his fingers brushed over the wetness coating your inner thighs. "So fuckin' wet already. This all for me?" 

You nodded, a pleasured whine left your lips when his hand landed another spank to your ass. "Yes, all for you!" You cried out. "So wet for you!" 

"Good girl." 

His words had you gushing and whimpering again. 

"You like that, baby?" He didn't seem to want an answer this time, instead helping you move so you were on your back on the bed in front of him, immediately spread your thighs, and slid two thick fingers into your entrance. 

"Too much, 's too much, Katsuki!" You whined.

"Gotta get you ready, baby, so be my good girl and take it." 

You nodded again, the burning stretch giving way to fluttering, tingling pleasure as his fingers pumped and curled within you, the sloshing noises that met your ears only seeming to encourage him and spur him on. His thumb brushed over and circled a spot just above your entrance at the same time his fingers curled and dragged over a spot within you that had you squirming and seeing stars. You couldn't hold back your voice as you screamed out his name, your entire body tensing, then slowly relaxing while his fingers slowed. He pulled them from you and licked them while you whimpered at their loss. 

You tried to move forward, but he pushed you back. "Stay." 

You whimpered, but obeyed, eyes trained on him as he stood and removed his clothes. Your mouth watered as you took in his fully exposed form, an excited whine escaped you when he started moving toward you. He crawled over you and looked down at you, meeting your lips in a tender kiss. "You're mine." He growled against you lips when he pulled away. 

"Yours." You assured him. 

At your word he pushed inside you slowly. Hands gripping your hips as he sat back and began thrusting languidly. It didn't hurt thanks to the preparation he'd done. You felt so full, so right with him inside, his cock dragging over that place within you that made you squirm and dig your nails into him to ground yourself. Your hands held his shoulders, your eyes were locked on his while his grunts and groans created a lewd duet with your moans and whimpers.

"My good girl, let's fill you up."

When he moved faster you felt the tingling pressure building again, he drew your plush thighs around his waist, and drove into you, your voice rising again as you came undone, feeling him fall apart just after you and spill inside you with a growling groan. 

After he pulled out he put on pajamas and you went to go sleep on your bed, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulder. "Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" 

"My bed, Katsuki."

He huffed and dragged you to his bed, pulling you next to him, and curling his body around yours. "This is your bed now, baby."

"But- you said." 

"Forget what I said. This is your bed now, dumbass."

"Go take a nap, you've had enough treats."

"Okay." You smiled and jumped up to go to sleep in the bed you now shared with Katsuki, the eyes of his friends trained on your plump behind as you walked. 

"I thought you didn't let her sleep in your bed, man." Plain Face reminded. 

"Shut up. Changed my mind." 

"Aw, Kacchan, what a softie!" Dunce Face teased. 

"Don't feel bad, Bakugou, most people let their pets sleep in their beds eventually." 

"Yeah, but most of them don't knock them up." 

@sugarspiceanddynamight @fightxxmexxshiggy

In my country (Russia) so abortions have been banned, and this is terrible, since the authorities do not feel sorry for us. Young men have to die in a FUCKING SMO (Special Military Operation), prohibit LGBT, opposition and abortion, turning Russian girls into "incubators for the birth of cannon fodder."

If you still have a choice, then I DON'T HAVE ONE IN MY HOMELAND AND I CAN'T LEAVE RUSSIA BECAUSE OF MY FINANCIAL CONDITION!

They put up anti-abortion displays at my college. You can't see it from this side, but one of the banners literally says, "Abortion is murder."

I want to switch schools.

Finally got to read this, I was so excited to see an update on it! This story has made a home for itself in my brain and I love it soo much!!!

a safe haven l ten

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

series masterlist l previous chapter l next chapter

summary: After a long night, Joel and Ellie take you home.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF AN INJURY SUSTAINED FROM AN ACT OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, PREGNANCY, CONVERSATIONS SURROUNDING PREGNANCY LOSS . PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. Ellie and reader are very close to each other, Joel deals with feelings of guilt, Joel and Maria make nice, Joel gives reader a bath and washes her hair, food consumption (i am just gonna apologize to my lactose intolerant folks right now, trust me i must pretend with you), both reader and Joel have some big feelings, reader mentions her deceased father, angst, soft and domestic Joel, fluff.

word count: 5k

a/n: i have not updated this series since october. :l i feel a a mixed bag of emotions updating after all this time, but most of all, i am grateful to know there are a couple of people out there who are still invested in this story. to anyone who has been waiting: truly, it means the world that you have shown me patience, support, and kindness. believe me, i am going to be seeing this story to the end, and it is all thanks to those who continue to show this lil story of mine a whole lotta love. special shoutout to the loveliest human @mrsmando who made me this beautiful mooodboard every single time i got stuck during this chapter, i looked at it and it gave me the boost of inspiration i needed. thank you mimi <33 this chapter is fairly tame, the next chapter is already in the works, and there are a couple of time jumps coming. overall, we are down to the last handful of chapters. let’s finish this story and give these two the ending they deserve, shall we?

“What the hell is taking Tommy so fucking long?” Ellie whines. She’s sprawled out on the couch with her head in your lap, and her arm draped over her eyes. Her feet are hanging, dangling over the edge of the couch at an odd angle after you’d warned her not to get muck from her sneakers on the linen fabric. Despite Joel insisting over and over that she head on back to the house, she had stubbornly refused, not wanting to leave your side. “It’s been over two hours! He’s taking fucking forever, man. What’s the fucking hold up?”

Joel bites back a sigh, masking his own impatience. Or at least, he tries. He’s grown just as restless as the kid, if not more. Much like Ellie, he’s desperate. He’s itching to take you home already, almost too anxious to watch you take that first step over his threshold, and into your new life with him and with Ellie. He aches, aches, to get you settled into the place where you would be spending the remainder of your days with one another, where you would be safe, and loved in the way you deserved to be loved—the place where he would cherish and adore you until his final breath.

“Don’t know,” he answers, his voice sounding rougher, more gruff than usual. Reaching up, he scrubs his hand down the side of his face, adding tiredly, “He might be a while longer, kiddo. It could be another hour, could be more. Like I already told you, s’probably best if you just go on and head back to the house without us, alright?”

“No. I’m not walking out that fucking door unless she’s with me.” She pauses and pulls her arm away from her face for a moment, just long enough to throw a teeny glare his way. “Unless you’re both with me. The three of us go home together, or it’s no fucking deal. Got it?”

He shakes his head in utter exasperation.

“Ellie, we’ll be right here down the fuckin’ road—”

Her hand shoots out and she flips him off.

Just when he’s about to chastise her, he stops himself, clamping his mouth shut. It’s pointless.

Kid’s too goddamn hard headed for her own good, and Joel knows he’s just wasting his breath with her.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” you reassure them both, weaving your fingers through her hair to scratch at her scalp in an effort to soothe her. “Right, Joel?”

He meets your exhausted, worn down gaze from where he’s standing across the room, and his heart lurches in his chest. As the guilt begins creeping in, he’s forced to look away. He can’t imagine the living hell you had been through over the last twenty four hours alone. And the worst part about it was the realization that last night, while he was fast asleep in bed just a couple of houses up the road, that fucking bastard had his belt wrapped around your throat.

Joel feels sick to his fucking stomach all over again.

Horrifying, vividly real images of you helplessly trapped underneath Luke scratching and clawing at the leather around your neck with trembling fingers, struggling to breathe oxygen into your burning lungs as he tugged it tighter and tighter through the buckle flash in his mind, a gruesome nightmare turned into reality.

Exactly how far had Luke taken it?

Until you had grown too weak to keep fighting?

Until you almost lost complete consciousness?

Until he noticed the life threatening to leave your eyes?

Is that when he had finally stopped pulling on the belt?

Joel shudders, a bitter taste climbing up his throat as it sinks in. He could have lost you—and his unborn child.

This shouldn’t have happened.

He shouldn’t have let you walk away that night.

This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t let you walk away from him that night.

“Joel,” you say his name, quiet and weary.

His head snaps back in your direction and he glances at you, almost missing the subtle shake of your head. It is a silent warning telling him not to go there, though you know by the tight clench of his jaw it’s too late for that.

Joel makes the futile attempt to hide it, but he sees it written all over your face—you know what he’s thinking because you know him like the back of your own hand, and you just know he’s placing all of the blame for what happened to you on his own shoulders.

But can you honestly fault him for that?

How can you expect him not to feel like he is somehow responsible for this? Just how the hell is he supposed to make himself believe he hadn’t failed you?

Joel promised—he had fucking promised you—that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. He had sworn to keep you safe, made a vow to protect you from Luke, but here you are, your soft, delicate flesh marred with the painful evidence of yet another one of his failures.

And it was all because he had let you walk away on that fucking night.

He should have done something.

Even if it meant running the risk of you never speaking to him again—even if you never forgave him, spent the rest of your life angry and hating him for going against your wishes. He should have something.

“Joel—”

“Be right back,” he mutters, lightly shaking his head.

Shoving away from the doorframe he’s leaning against, Joel pivots on the heel of his boot and starts down the hallway. He walks into the kitchen where he finds Maria standing at the counter, tapping her fingers against the smooth, laminated oakwood as she waits for the coffee she’d offered him a few minutes ago to finish brewing. She’d offered to whip up a quick supper, but food was the last thing on everyone’s mind.

“Tommy’s been gone for a couple hours now. Girls are startin’ to get real tired of just sittin’ around waitin’ for him to come back,” he tells her, exhaling the sigh he’d held back in the living room. “What do you think could be keepin’ him so long?”

With her back still to him, Maria reminds him, “Well, he did mention he was going to round up the council and get them together for an emergency meeting.” She lets out a sigh that matches his own—it’s been a long night for her, too. When the last drop of dark roast drips into the glass pot, she carefully takes the pot by the plastic handle and pours the steaming coffee into a speckled, white and blue ceramic mug. “Do you take it with milk and sugar?”

“No thanks, that’s alright,” he declines as politely as he can.

“I also have cinnamon if you’d like?”

“Plain black’s just fine.” He gives her a nod of gratitude when she hands it to him. “Thank you. And I don’t just mean the coffee, but for, uh—for bandagin’ up my hand for me, too.” He clocks the brief look of surprise on her face and almost laughs. He doesn’t blame her for being taken aback, because truth be told, so is he. Since he’d met Maria, he had known she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. There was something of a mutual understanding between them, a silent agreement they had made to keep each other at arm’s length, to only interact when it was absolutely necessary.

Never did he think he would be standing in her kitchen, thanking her for patching up his hand, and for making him a cup of coffee out of the kindness of her heart.

His brother wouldn’t believe it.

“Don’t mention it.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she leans back against the counter. “How’s it feel, by the way?”

“S’fine,” he replies, shrugging. “Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

There’s a momentary silence. A taste of tension lingers over their heads, and he knows at one point or another, he’s going to have to address the affair, the very reason everything had unfolded in such a terrible manner.

Guess now’s as good a time as fuckin’ any, he thinks to himself with an inward sigh.

Joel lightly clears his throat. “Listen, since we’ve got a minute alone, just the two of us, I was wonderin’ if, uh—if we could talk ‘bout somethin’? If that’s alright?”

“Of course.” Maria gives him the floor.

“I know that she—” Pausing, he shuffles from the heel of one boot to the other, his ears burning hot. He had known it wouldn’t be an easy conversation to have, but he underestimated just how uncomfortable it would be, regardless of what she already knew. “I know she told you and Tommy all ‘bout us, and ‘bout our relationship. See, the thing is, the first time I saw her—”

Again, Joel stops, the burning sensation now radiating, spreading from his ears to his face and down his neck, flushing his skin a deep, deep shade of pink. Unable to meet his sister in law’s gaze, he glances down into his mug, as if he will somehow find the right words to say somewhere in the depths of his coffee.

“It was never my intention, y’know,” he finally says after a minute. “Goin’ after a married woman. I swear, I never meant to fall for her. I just fuckin’ did. I think I might’ve fallen for her long before I even met her,” he confesses. He feels himself darken to a shade of maroon under her curious stare. “And somehow, for reasons I ain’t all too sure I’ll ever understand, she fell for me too.”

Maria raises an eyebrow at him. “Look, I’m not judging you, Joel,” she assures him, shaking her head. “If that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not judging her, either.”

He looks up at her, blurting out, “You’re not?”

She moves her hands to cradle her swollen middle. “Do I wish you two had handled everything differently?” she answers her own query with a nod of her head. “Oh, I’m sure we all do. But I’ve known her for a long time now. I know the kind of woman she is. And I’m starting to see the kind of man you are.”

“And what kinda man is that, Maria?”

He waits without the slightest clue as to what she could possibly say.

“Since you came back to Jackson, I’ve chosen to keep my distance from you—but make no mistake, I’ve been watching you like a hawk since day one. Waiting for any signs of trouble. Waiting for you to fuck up. Waiting for you to give me a good reason to throw your ass out of this community because I didn’t trust you. Not after all the things I was told about you.”

He snorts. “You goin’ somewhere with this?”

“You are not who I thought you were,” Maria admits, smiling wryly. “I’ve gotten to see a different side of you. You pull your weight around here by doing your job and doing it well. You stay out of trouble—for the most part. And more importantly, I have seen the way that you’ve stepped up to be a father figure to Ellie. It takes a good man to do that, Joel.”

“Think that’s the nicest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever said to me,” he muses, setting his mug down on the counter. “I stepped up because I love her. I love them both. Those two, they’re the best parts of me. They’re the reasons I keep goin’ and now I’ve got another reason on the way.”

Maria smiles, but it vanishes as quickly as it appears.

Catching her hesitance, Joel asks, “What? What is it?”

“What comes next is not going to be easy,” she warns him, lowering her voice. Even with the living room a fair distance from the kitchen, she doesn’t want to run the risk of you overhearing her. “For as hard as we’re going to try to contain the fire, it will spread, and everyone in this town will find out about everything—including the affair. People are going to talk, and believe me, they’re going to have a whole lot to say about it, Joel.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at her.

“Think I can handle some fuckin’ gossip, Maria.”

“I know you can. But I’m not sure if she can,” Maria tells him, quietly. “It worries me. She’s been through a lot in just one night alone. I don’t want her stressing anymore than she already has. She is in a very delicate stage of her pregnancy right now, Joel. If she’s not careful, she could have a miscarriage. She had one about two years ago when her father became sick—” Observing his lack of a reaction, she realizes, “You knew that already.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. He knows where she’s going with this. “I did. She told me ‘bout it.”

“It makes her chances of having another one higher—”

Joel doesn’t even allow himself to think of it happening to you again. “I get it,” he interjects, trying not to sound too curt. “I’ll make sure she takes it real easy, alright?”

Lifting a hand off her belly, she reaches out and takes a hold of his forearm, gripping it tightly.

“Promise me something, Joel. Promise me that you’ll look after her,” Maria pleads him, gently. “Please. After everything she’s been through—I need you to promise me that she’s going to be in good hands with you.”

He nods. Without thinking, he places his hand over hers in an unexpected token of affection and reassurance. “You have my word, Maria. I’ll take good care of her.”

She gives his arm a grateful squeeze, then glances over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting pretty late. We don’t know how much longer Tommy’s going to be with the council. Why don’t we just go ahead and call it a night?” she suggests. “We can all get together first thing in the morning at your place to talk about it.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he agrees. “She really needs to rest.”

Maria gives his arm another squeeze. 

“Go on then, Joel. Take your girls home.”

“Finally!” Ellie exclaims with a dramatic flail of her arms as she shoves through the front door.

“Alright, kiddo. Get your behind upstairs and into the shower,” Joel instructs her, flipping on the lights in the foyer. “Y’smell like fuckin’ horse shit.”

She lifts the collar of her shirt to her nose, takes a whiff, and makes a face. “Yeah, I won’t argue with you there,” she mutters. She toes off her dirty sneakers and leaves them beside the door before dashing up the staircase, taking two steps at a time.

He shouts after her, “And don’t use up all the hot—”

“Yeah, yeah, I fucking know the rules, dude!”

Moments later, you both hear the shower going.

“Little shit,” he grumbles.

You exhale an amused huff through your nose.

Joel withdraws his arm from around your shoulders and reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together. “C’mon, darlin’.” He guides you up the stairs and down the hallway into his bedroom where he switches on the light before proceeding to lead you over to his dresser. “I’ve got a bunch of shirts in this top drawer here,” he says. Dropping your hand, he pulls it open for you and gestures to it with a jut of his chin as he takes a step backwards, moving out of the way. “Go ahead and pick one to sleep in tonight. Want you to be comfortable, so help yourself to whichever one you want, sweet girl.”

Nodding, you begin to rummage through the drawer, unaware of the moment he slips away. You reach for a t-shirt, but then a plaid green flannel catches your eye. You pluck it from the drawer, running your fingers over the soft, warm fabric. “Is it alright if I wear—?” You turn around, stopping mid sentence when you realize he’s no longer standing behind you. Puzzled, you follow the sound of running water into the bathroom where you find him kneeling beside the tub. “Joel? What are you doing?”

“Runnin’ you a bath.”

You notice the bloodied bandage beside him on the tile floor. “Joel, are you serious?” you scold him. “Maria just patched your hand up for you.”

“S’okay, peach. I can rewrap it when we’re done.” Joel sticks his injured hand under the faucet to check the temperature, the cold water soothing his cuts. Once it turns warm, then hot, he pulls out his hand, waiting for the tub to fill halfway before shutting the faucet off and rising to his feet. “C’mere, sweetheart.” He rolls the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms, then beckons for you with both of his hands. “Let’s get you washed up.”

You remain standing by the door. “Joel, you don’t have to do this for me.”

“I know.”

“I’m capable of washing myself—”

“Yeah, I know that too,” he says, chuckling. “S’only fair, darlin’. Don’t you think?”

That’s when it hits you—how this moment is mirroring that night you had cleaned Joel up after you and Ellie had brought him home from the clinic with an injured shoulder. He allowed you to take care of him, and now, he was looking to do the same for you. And all you had to do was let him.

“But your hand—”

“Will be just fine,” Joel persists, stubbornly. “It’s nothin’ but a few cuts and scrapes. C’mon—or else I’m gonna march right over there and get you myself, peach.”

Knowing Joel, you certainly wouldn’t put it past him to throw you over his should and carry you to the bathtub.

“Fine,” you relent with a small sigh of defeat.

Setting his shirt down on the sink, you slowly walk over towards him and whirl around, letting him help you out of your knitted cardigan. You finish undressing yourself, inhaling a deep breath as you muster up the courage to turn back around and face him—when you finally do, it feels like a punch to the gut to see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes, the subtle tremble of his bottom lip. You don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror to know it looks about a hundred times worse when you’re not wearing clothes.

Keeping your arms down at your sides, you fight every urge to cover yourself up. You’ve never felt so fucking vulnerable.

Clearing his throat, Joel holds out his hand. “C’mere.”

You accept it, and he helps you into the tub.

“How’s the water? S’not too hot, is it?”

You shake your head and he leans forward, kissing your temple so sweetly, your eyes flutter closed.

He washes your hair first, then takes a clean washcloth, lathering it up with a bar of milk and honey soap—the same soap he would smell on your skin all those nights. Admittedly, Joel preferred castile soap, but switched it when he found himself missing you during those weeks you were apart from him, when he needed the comfort of your scent. He is gentle with you, so gentle, as if he’s afraid you’ll shatter into pieces in his hands.

As he lightly drags the washcloth up your back and around your neck, you stiffen, prompting him to freeze too. “Fuck. Baby, did I hurt you?” he asks, and you hear the slight panic in his tone.

“No,” you say quickly, desperately trying to swallow the lump rising in your throat. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just—” Every overwhelming emotion slams into you all at once, and you can’t seem to figure out which one to feel first. Humiliation? Fear? Relief?

The water sloshes around you as you pull your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around your knees, giving yourself permission to feel them all. Bowing your head, you begin to sob quietly, hoping that Ellie, who is just down the hallway, won’t hear you crying again.

Joel says nothing. Washcloth still clutched in his hand, he leans forward over the edge of the tub and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, or at least, as close as the barrier between the two of you will allow him.

“Joel,” you choke, trying to push him off. “Stop it. Your clothes, they’re getting all wet.”

“Hush. Don’t fuckin’ care ‘bout my clothes,” he croaks, and for a second, you swear he’s about to cry too. But he doesn’t. He holds himself strong. Tugging you closer against his chest, he buries his nose into your soaking wet hair, whispering his reassurance. “You’re okay, baby. You’re safe, my sweet girl. I’ve got you, alright?”

He pulls back slightly, dipping his hand into the water, placing it on your lower belly.

You look down, your eyes glazing over his bruised and battered knuckles. Proof that Joel Miller really would do anything for you.

“I know you do,” you say, softly. “I know you’ve got me, Joel.”

A while later, you’re dried, dressed, and composed. You follow Joel out of the bathroom and back into his room, where he has you take a seat on the bed. Noticing you had missed a button on his flannel shirt, he does it for you. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and says, “Give me a minute while I change.”

He peels off his wet clothes, being careful so as not to further agitate his sore, injured hand. After changing into a pair of gray sweatpants and an old, faded black t-shirt, he turns around only to find you’re sitting in bed underneath the covers.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a nervous chuckle as you rest your back against the headboard. “It just looked so warm and cozy—and it smells like you. I couldn’t resist making myself comfortable.”

Joel pads over to the side of the bed. He leans over, planting one hand on either side of you as he dips his head and brushes his lips against yours. “Ain’t got no reason to apologize, baby,” he assures you in a gentle murmur. “This is your bed now too, peach. This is your room. This is your home. Alright?”

Home.

You’re home.

He touches the tip of his nose to yours, and then draws himself back up to full height. “There’s somethin’ that I’ve gotta take care of downstairs, peach. I won’t be too long,” he promises.

It’s almost midnight. Joel goes about the kitchen and he prepares you the quickest meal that he can think of. He plates the sandwich he’d thrown together and pours a glass of cow’s milk—he’s always sure to keep a pint of it in the refrigerator to make the kid her oatmeal in the mornings.

He heads back upstairs, only to find that while he had been gone, Ellie had joined you, making herself a little too comfortable on his side of the bed. He stands there at the door, watching the two of you.

“Hey, so is it true babies can hear stuff while they’re in there?” Ellie questions you, curiously.

“Mhm,” you reply with a nod. “They can hear music, for example. Voices—”

“Voices?” She smushes her face into your stomach and he hears a muffled, “Hey, dude!”

You giggle. “Ellie, I think it’s still a little too early.”

“When do you think it’ll be able to hear me?”

“I’m not too sure. In a few months, maybe?”

Ellie lifts her head, humming. “You know, I bet there’s baby books in the library,” she tells you as she sits up. “I’ll have Dina help me look for one tommor—oh shit.” She stares at you with wide eyes. “Dina! How are you going to tell her and Talia about Luke?”

Joel grimaces. He hadn’t thought of that, either.

“I—I’m not too sure.”

“You have to fucking tell them. Dina has to know about him. She has to know what a piece of shit he is, and so does Talia.”

Sensing your discomfort, Joel steps into the bedroom and intervenes before she can say another word. “Ellie, get to bed. S’late.”

“But—”

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he warns her, sternly.

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Fine.” She climbs off the bed and on her way out, she eyes the plate in his hand. “That chicken?”

“Turkey. And it ain’t for you, it’s for her. So scram, kid.”

“Couldn’t have made me one while you were at it, old man?”

“Ellie, if you don’t get outta here right now—”

“Alright!” Ellie holds her hands up. “I’m leaving. Jesus.”

She disappears, closing the door behind her.

“Pain in my ass,” Joel mumbles, shaking his head as he walks over and carefully perches himself beside you. He hands you the plate. “Here, darlin’.”

“Joel, I appreciate this, but I’m really not very hungry.”

“Maybe not, but y’gotta eat,” he insists. “Baby needs it.”

Thankfully, you accept it without further protest.

“I’ll have Ellie get your things tomorrow,” Joel states as you’re eating. “Maria can go along with her since she knows the house. They’ll get your clothes and whatever else you might need outta there.”

“My father’s belongings.” You accidentally talk through a mouthful of turkey and bread. Swallowing, you tell him, “I have some boxes of his stuff in the basement. But they’re way too heavy for either of them to carry.”

“I’ll take care of that for you.” He reaches up, wiping a breadcrumb from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “I can ask Tommy to give me a hand. Don’t you worry, peach. We won’t leave your dad’s things behind, I swear it.”

Relieved, you shoot him a grateful look, then polish off the last few bites of your sandwich.

“Here,” he says, offering you the glass of milk. “Figured it’s good for you, and good for the baby. Y’know, since it’s got calcium and…stuff.” He shrugs sheepishly, no clue as to what he’s talking about. “Vitamins, right?”

Nodding, you grab the glass and take a reluctant sip.

“You hate milk,” Joel realizes, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” you admit with a laugh. “But you’re right. It’s good for both me and the baby, so cheers.” And with that, you somehow force the entire glass down.

He sets the dishes aside on the nightstand, figuring he can take them downstairs first thing in the morning.

Without bothering to rebandage his hand like he’d told you he would, Joel turns off the lights and climbs into bed with you. “All those nights wishin’ I could bring you home,” he muses as you curl into his side. “Wantin’ nothin’ more than to hold you in my arms in this bed. In our bed.” His arm slips around your shoulders, a laugh rumbling through his chest. “Almost doesn’t feel real, darlin’.”

Tilting your head, you nuzzle your nose into the scruff of his beard, prompting him to laugh again. Then, he remembers his conversation with Maria, and his smile fades from his face, his lips pursing together.

You catch the sudden shift in his demeanor.

“Joel? What’s the matter?”

“M’fine, baby. It’s just—” He hesitates. “From this point forward, I need you to let me handle things.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you gettin’ all stressed out, alright? I don’t want to run the risk of you—” He’s unsure of how to say it.

“Of me losing the baby,” you finish for him, quietly.

Joel winces, knowing he was wandering into sensitive territory. “Yeah. I—I really don’t want that to happen.” He pauses. “Maria mentioned to me you’re in a delicate stage. When do you reckon you’ll stop—how long until you don’t gotta worry ‘bout it?”

“After twelve weeks, my risk isn’t as high. If I make it to the second trimester in six weeks, then my chances of having another miscarriage are lower.”

Though you speak calmly, he clocks your anxiousness.

You’re worried, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t fucking worried out of his mind too.

Being a father at his age wasn’t ideal, but he wanted this child. It was part of him, and more importantly, it was a part of you.

Joel squeezes your shoulders. “I only ask ‘cause I was thinkin’ that, y’know, once we get to that point, maybe I can go ahead and start buildin’ the baby’s crib.”

“You’re going to build the crib?”

He nods. “And the highchair too. I can even make you a diaper changin’ table if y’want one.”

“Joel.” You can’t help but chuckle. “Our worlds were just turned completely upside down. You just found out that I’m pregnant, and you’re already thinking about building furniture? Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves?”

“Hey, those things take a whole ‘lotta time,” he says in defense of himself. “Besides, winter’s right around the corner and I don’t wanna be out in the garage freezin’ my fuckin’ ass off. If I can get a head start now, I can have them all done in the spring by the time the baby comes.”

You fall silent.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I’m really scared of losing it,” you confess. “When I first took that pregnancy test, I wanted nothing more for it to be negative. Now, I’m terrified I won’t make it past my first trimester again. I really don’t want to lose it. I want this baby, Joel.”

He turns his head, meeting your eyes in the silver light shining through the lace curtains over his window. “S’why you’ve gotta let me handle things, darlin’. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“C’mere, my sweet girl.” Joel presses his lips to yours, murmuring against them, “I love you.”

His declaration comes with natural ease.

And so does yours.

“I love you too, Joel.”

First time dad! Sukuna

“This is…mine?”

He looks down at the little wrapped bundle in his arms, a look of confusion etched onto his face. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at the little thing, who looks back at him with equal interest.

Except her eyes are filled with innocence. And they share a resemblance with his. Such a beautiful contrast, you think.

“She is.” You chuckle softly, correcting him, still incredibly tired from the pains of birthing his child. But the sight of the father holding his daughter for this first time was so amusing that you couldn’t help it. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”

Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, still fixated on the small…tiny little thing he’s holding. He’s so uncharacteristically gentle with it…like one mistake and she’ll shatter. He raises a finger to her plump cheek, caressing her soft skin.

“Like you,” he finally responds, as the little girl’s tiny fingers immediately latch onto his, wrapping around them. A soft smile forms on his face as he looks at her, then at you. The wonderful woman who graced his cursed existence with such blessings.

He wants to say something, but a strange…slimy feeling of wetness on his finger prevents him from doing so. He looks at the little one in his arms, slurping on his fingers.

“Oh, so you’re a brat too?” He pulls his finger away, and hell breaks loose. He is even more confused now.

“She’s hungry, Kuna,” you pout, extending your arms from the bed, “Bring her here.”

He shuffles closer to you, his hand working surprisingly gently as he hands the little girl to you, and she immediately latches onto your breast as you loosen the robe to feed her.

“Has my appetite.” He grumbles, causing you to chuckle again. He stays for a while, internally swearing at the sight of you and your little girl— that if anything ever even tries to touch either of you, he will rip the world to shreds, and god knows what ends he’ll get to to keep you safe.

“Brat,” He mumbles, one of his hands resting on your head, making you look up to him as he ruffles your hair slightly. “Thank you.”

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

———————

A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @chubbumblebee @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden

College Boy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up

A while ago, I saw a post that asked which of our faves accidentally knocks us up, and I answered it with "CollegeBoy!Sukuna." So here is the fic about that ;)

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. College AU. Light angst with a happy end. 2k words. Pregnancy, mentions of Sukuna smoking a cigarette. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples

"Damn, princess, how long does that shitty thing need?"

Sukuna has dropped his usual act of aloofness. For once, there is no teasing comment coming out of his mouth, no arrogant smirk, no flirty wink, and no charming look out of those beautiful maroon eyes. Your usually so arrogant and tough bad boy is scared shitless.

For the last few minutes, he has been playing with his tongue-piercing continuously, driving you almost insane with the constant noise of the metal barbell connecting with Sukuna's teeth. But you can't blame him. You are even more nervous than Sukuna.

You lean closer to the old couch table again, looking at the pregnancy test that's lying there, and your stomach twists painfully. There's a change now. A second line has appeared on the little test strip. You feel your heart drop.

The alarm on your phone goes off right at that moment, making you jump as you grab the test with shaky fingers. Holding the sheet with the instructions in the other hand, you read them feverishly as if you haven't already learned them by heart. As if you don't already know what the two lines mean!

Sukuna leans across the table, too,

"What does it say?"

But you only hear his voice muffled as if you are underwater. You stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test, feeling your head spin. Sukuna's large hand darts out and wraps around your trembling wrist, pulling your hand and the test towards him while repeating his question more urgently this time.

But you can't say anything and just throw the test in Sukuna's lap. He grabs it and stares at it, his maroon eyes going wide as comprehension dawns on his beautiful, tattooed face.

"Fuck."

That's all he says, and then he looks at you with wide eyes, shock and fear written all over his face. He looks younger somehow, like a scared little boy. His lips open, but no words come out. He closes them again and gulps hard.

And then Sukuna gets up from the couch and practically bolts from the small living room, walking so fast that he has reached the apartment door before you even realize what he's doing.

His large hand is already on the door handle, pushing it open when your mind finally catches up with what is going on, and you feel like tumbling into darkness.

Sukuna is going to run, isn't he? Of course, he's going to leave! Of course, a guy like him is only interested in having fun but no responsibility! Of course, he will always stay the bad boy who just likes to party and fuck and do whatever the hell he wants! And a pregnant girlfriend is the last thing he needs!

Your hands ball into fists. You're about to scream at him or cry or break down.

But before you can do any of that, Sukuna stops in the doorway.

He is standing there with his back to you, so tall that his hair is almost brushing against the doorframe. You watch him fumble ungracefully with his cigarettes in a way that is completely untypical for him, nearly dropping the pack and needing several tries to light a cigarette before he brings it to his lips with a shaky hand and takes a deep drag.

You let out a slow breath, slumping back against the couch.

He didn't leave.

Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you over his broad shoulder. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he bangs the door shut and quickly strides back to the small living area, bending down to hastily stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on the couch table.

"Shit, I forgot that I shouldn't smoke when you are...," he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes wander to your belly, "when you are... ah fuck..."

Sukuna runs a trembling, tattooed hand through his pink hair. You both stare at each other for a long moment, both unable to say the words out loud. But your mind screams them at you:

Pregnant. You are pregnant with Sukuna's baby!

You have no idea how it even happened. Were Sukuna and you not careful enough? Maybe too horny and too drunk after one of the various parties you went to? Did a condom rip, and you didn't realize it? Maybe if it was any other month, things would have gone differently, but you had exams and were in a constant state of stress. You simply didn't have the mind to worry about anything else but studying and then fucking like bunnies for stress relief!

You feel so stupid. You were always so sure that something like this would never happen to you. An accidental pregnancy was something that only happened to those girls in those trashy reality TV shows!

Well, now look at you.

Pregnant from your college sweetheart, the bad boy with the face tattoos. The guy you are head over heels in love with but who you didn't even dare bring home to your parents yet because they took one look at a picture of the two of you, saw Sukuna's tattooed face and his pink hair, and deemed him a troublemaker who will only drag their sweet daughter into the gutter with him. And now he even managed to accidentally knock you up, and it will just be the cherry on top!

Finally, the tears spill over, and a sob escapes your trembling lips. Instinctively, you hug yourself, but your arms get pushed away just a second later, when Sukuna is pulling you to your feet and into his strong, tattooed arms, pulling you against him, holding you so tight you find it hard to breathe.

His lips press against your forehead, leaving little kisses and murmuring against your skin,

"I am sorry for almost running out that door like a fucking coward. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's ok, Kuna. You stopped and came back. That's what counts. But... I... I am so scared."

You sniffle and press yourself against Sukuna's tall, muscular body, seeking the comfort of his broad chest and his strong arms, which feel like home, letting your tears soak Sukuna's t-shirt that smells like him, like cigarette smoke and cherry blossoms and his typical sexy cologne.

Sukuna's arms tighten around you, and he makes a choked-up sound that you have never heard from him before. You feel him gulp hard, and then he speaks up in that low, velvety voice that sounds so much more serious than ever before,

"I promise I won't run. We're in this together. I got scared, too, because I am not the dad type of guy. I don't even have any idea how a dad is supposed to be because I've never had one. I mean, fuck! I am a mess! I don't even know what I want apart from living in the moment, having fun, being with you, and spending time with my brother. But you're my girl, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone with this! I won't run, princess, I promise."

You hear a strange noise, only to realize that it is coming from your own mouth, a strangled sob. You snuggle closer against Sukuna's chest, hiding your face in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to him, overwhelmed with the situation. But he is there for you. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds you, swaying you slightly from side to side.

His low voice is calm when he asks,

"Do you want to keep it?"

"I... I didn't even have the right mind to think about it yet."

Sukuna nods, and his arms tighten around you,

"It's ok. Take your time. If you want to get rid of it, then I will drive you to the hospital and take care of you afterward. And if you decide to have the baby... then I will be a dad. I never imagined myself with a kid, but this is different. This is our baby. And I know what it's like to grow up without parents. I don't want that for my child. My grandpa did a pretty good job with Yuuji and me before he became sick, but it's not the same as having a mom and a dad, I think. I won't let that happen to our kid."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a huge weight leave your shoulders at Sukuna's reassurance. You can see things a bit clearer now. And maybe it's not as hopeless as you thought.

Technically, you are old enough to be a mom, and you could just pause your studies for a semester or two and then return to your classes. Of course, things won't be as carefree anymore, and you will have a huge responsibility. On top of that, you really have no idea what life with a baby will be like. But you know now that you won't be alone with it.

You will have the boy you love by your side. No, you correct yourself, not the boy you love, but the man you love. Because the way Sukuna reacted so maturely and responsibly showed you that he isn't a boy anymore. He is a man. Your man. And you are even beginning to be able to imagine him as a dad. He is doing a pretty decent job as Yuuji's brother, too, after all, isn't he? Sure, Yuuji is the same age as Sukuna, but Sukuna still always acts like the big brother. So protective and caring, in a grumpy way, but sweet nonetheless.

Suddenly, the thought of a miniature version of Sukuna running around doesn't seem so scary anymore. You catch yourself wondering what your baby would look like if you decide to have it. Will it have Sukuna's eyes?

You lift your head to look up at him, and Sukuna's gaze meets yours. He looks deeply into your eyes, almost making you nervous with how intense those beautiful maroon eyes look at you,

"If you want to keep it, I will make damn sure you and the kid have it good. I promise you, princess. I am not going to run like some loser. I will learn everything about taking care of a child and how to be a dad and get my shit together. I will even stop smoking. I just... I love you, and this will be our little family, and I will fucking protect it with my life! We will make this work. We can move in together. We can ask Yuuji to babysit, and I can take the little gremlin to classes with me. I had someone do that in my history class, you know? Had his ugly little brat in a baby carrier. I could do that, too. Only difference is that our baby will be super pretty, of course."

You chuckle softly despite the shock, a mix of a sob and a laugh, feeling lighter now that you know your boyfriend will be there for you.

"I love you too, Sukuna. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. We will get through this together, no matter what you decide."

You snuggle against Sukuna's tall, muscular body and smile shakily up at him, sure that your pupils must have transformed into little hearts from the way your chest feels as if it's overflowing with love for your boyfriend. Your arrogant, rude, bad boy of a boyfriend, who, deep down, is such a good guy for the people he loves.

You smile and get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Sukuna's tattooed jaw, a tender lingering touch, before you tell him softly,

"Let's sleep over it for a night or two, and then we'll decide what to do. But either way, I want you to know that you sound like you would be an amazing dad. I guess having your baby would be quite nice."

You can see Sukuna's gaze soften, and then he smirks that attractive smirk at you and pulls you even closer against him, leaning down so his lips brush over yours when he says,

"Let's see if you will still say that when the little brat turns out to be anything like me. I wasn't an easy child."

And you laugh and reach up to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair affectionately, tangling your fingers in the soft, pink strands,

"Well, how lucky that I have you by my side to look after Sukuna Number 2 then."

You feel Sukuna grin against your lips, and then he kisses you, slow and tender, and you practically melt against him.

You are still nervous but not as scared anymore. Sukuna is right: You are going to do this together. No matter what, you have Sukuna by your side. And, even though he doesn't look like it, your bad boy is actually a good man.

And maybe your decision is already made because the mental image of Sukuna going to class with a baby carrier strapped to his broad chest just won't leave your mind anymore.

SIGHHHHHH I think I would want his baby 😭

Thank you so much for reading! I love the mess that CollegeBoy!Sukuna is. He is very dear to me 💗 I am so proud of him for being so mature about this!! A good man and a good soon-to-be daddy.

In my head, I was singing "Papa, don't preach" the whole time while writing this ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

hi uh i keep seeing this being debated on tiktok and as your resident adult with a history of infertility who knows just.. way too much about pregnancy and hcg tests: if you are capable of getting pregnant, you really REALLY need to understand how drugstore pregnancy tests work. if there is a line, no matter how faint, that test is POSITIVE. I’ve seen people test positive and get a negative or start their period a few days later and be like “it must have been a false positive”. actual false positives are extremely rare. what most likely happened is something called a ‘chemical pregnancy’ which is when an egg is fertilized but does not implant in the uterus so the pregnancy does not continue. that positive test was not faulty or false, it was just an early test.

if you think you might be pregnant, get your hands on a test. you don’t need the fancy digital ones. the ones you can buy at places like the dollar tree work just as well. buy a few and take one every day until your period comes on if you need to. if there is a FAINT line you aren’t sure about (sometimes tests have something called an indent that makes a shadow that can be mistaken as a very very faint line), test again the next day. as a general rule, morning is the best time to test for most people.

in a post-roe america, is it vitally necessary that you know and understand that because if you intend to terminate, your window is incredibly small in most states and by the time you’ve missed a period or begun to suspect you might be pregnant, there’s a decent chance you are past the cutoff. please please please educate yourselves on this because it could mean the difference between you having access to the healthcare that you need.

Adult Carrie doodle’s !!

TW/CW for pregnancy, nothing graphic tho, she’s just standing there in an oversized sweater(?)

This takes place in the same universe as my future/nextgen au btw

Some more adult!Carrie drawings :3 (ft: a baby Lucien)

If you like this, go ahead and/or check out some more doodles of this version of her and some lore I’ve written for this au relating to the drawings!!

(Sorry if that was phrased weird)

TW/CW: pregnancy under the cut (nothing graphic, she’s just chilling wearing a big sweatshirt)

Baby Lucien + some angst doodles (w/ an adult Carrie)

Some adult Carrie doodles are under the cut but she’s pregnant in them (again, nothing crazy but ik it might still make people uncomfortable)

This isn’t very serious but I thought it might fit her

TW/CW: pregnancy, again nothing graphic she’s just standing there (also they’re both adults)

I think he might like his wife guys idk