#tw::pregnancy
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One gift, Two Gift, My Gift, Whose Gift? ⨳ Draken, Ran & Rindou
No matter how many men he lets into your life, you know you're Draken's forever. Hopefully.
notes: for @knchins ! Hi hi, I'm your secret santa! I really hope you like it and I hope all my vague ass asks were worth it hehe, I did my best to make it something you'd enjoy. Of course extra special thanks to @dark-mnjiro I know we were supposed to be completely anonymous, but when she told me you and her were close I couldn't help myself. It's my first time writing a gn reader so if I Madd any mistakes I'm so sorry! I reread it as many times as I could to make sure<3
Event: @mekiza 's secret santa exchange <3
warnings: fem-bodied, reader is referred to as "baby" and "princess", gn pronouns, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, implied behavioral training, multiple creampies, non/consensual cucking, pregnancy, very brief knife play, multiple partners/partner sharing, cockwarming, aftercare and comfort
By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult and dark content and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI
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“Do you need any help?”
Your soft question raises tentatively above the volume of the tv as you watch your partner unroll more of the string lights before tapping another nail into one of the many wall studs that he marked out earlier this morning. He’s putting them up at your request, just like he did last year and you think the year before that. It’s the little things like this that he always says yes to.
Making a night about cocoa and cuddles, buying that blanket you saw on tv, putting up fairy lights all across your room, just one more kiss. That’s where you’ve found your happiness. Draken can’t deny you the little things.
“No, princess. I got this. Just sit back and look pretty for me, okay?” He smiles down at you, the pale yellow light illuminating the winding serpent across the side of his head.
“Okay, Ken.”
You shift the blanket over your body, smoothing it out, content to watch him move the stool periodically as the lights begin to look more and more complete. Draken has always been so handsome, but there’s something about him lately that makes him seem more than that. Maybe it’s his natural hair color, or maybe it’s the fact that he smiles more now. It’s been a long time since he’s had to raise his voice at you, or worse, lower it. A warm smile crosses your lips, heat flowing into your cheeks as you think about the way he spoke to you last night as he lay between your legs. The way he talks to you when he makes love is your favorite, as if you could do no wrong. As if you’ve never done any wrong, even though you both know that’s not the case.
But you know better now, all thanks to him.
The doorbell rings, a quiet melody breaking across the serene of the apartment. Your head pops up in surprise, you didn’t think he was going out today. Or maybe someone is just visiting. Your lover pauses from where he’s raised the hammer to put the next nail up, an almost inaudible huff pushing through his lips at the interruption and starts to step down.
“Can I get the door, Ken?” It would be nice to help him, you can do this now without making him mad, but it’s always better to ask.
Draken pauses his descent from his perch, and looks at you, considering. “Sure, princess. Go see who it is first.”
Perking up happily, you carefully rise from the couch and flit out of your bedroom and through the quiet living room to the front door to peek through the door viewer. Stepping softly, you retreat from the door to poke your head back into the bedroom where Draken is waiting.
“It’s the Haitani’s, am I allowed to open the door?”
This time he sighs and sets his tools aside, but he still nods at you, so whatever is bothering him isn’t your fault. Permission acquired, you turn to the door, not hiding the sound of your steps now. The doorbell rings three times in quick, annoyed succession before you can reach it, and you undo the bolt, the latch and the door handle switch and pull the door open. You wonder if they’re your company for the day, or if they’re coming to see Draken. It’s not safe for you to be home alone.
"Took you long eno— oh hey, baby. Didn't see you there." Rindou's irritated expression slips into a smirk as you give him a shy smile, opening the door wider and inviting the two brothers in.
"Stop flirting, I'm freezing my ass off," Ran grumbles from behind him, shoving past Rindou and stepping across the doorway into the inviting warmth of your home.
"Just being friendly." Rindou winks at you and closes the door behind him.
"Yeah, yeah, be friendly where it's warm," Ran shrugs his coat off, revealing an expensive suit, and stoops to place a kiss on your cheek, one that you accept gracefully before taking his jacket to hang up.
The fabric is slightly damp, and you wonder if it snowed. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Maybe later, angel. Where's Draken?" Ran asks, head turning to peer around the dimly lit living area.
"My room."
Ran nods, pushing his hair back and disappearing down the hall. You're moving to follow when Rindou catches your hand, twining his fingers with yours to pull you back to him. He grins down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Nah, baby let 'em talk their business. You don't need to worry about that stuff."
"Oh, you're not just here to visit today?" You ask, surprised. Of all Draken's friends and colleagues, the two brothers are the ones to stop by for personal affairs most often.
"Mikey sent us today, but we don’t have to go back right away. Why, did you miss us?" Rindou grins, his fingers inching dangerously close to the top edge of your sleep shorts.
"It's always nice to see you, Rin," you answer softly, shifting your feet self-consciously when his smirk widens.
Content for the moment to tease, he lets you squirm out of his grasp. "I'll take that drink, baby."
Nodding, you turn to the kitchen and pull down enough glasses for the three of them, and the crystal decanter from the cabinet, transporting them to the living room.
Despite requesting the drink, once you set the tray on the coffee table, Rindou pulls you into his lap, ignoring it altogether. His clothes and body are cold from outside, and you can’t help the mewl of discomfort at the frigid touch to your bare legs. His arms slip around your waist, pulling your back snug to his chest, and your arms flash down to keep him from pulling too tightly.
“You gonna keep me warm?” You shiver, his breath hot on your neck before he presses his lips to your thrumming pulse.
“W-wait, s’posed to—”
“I’ll take the heat, baby, just c’mere already. Fuckin’ missed you,” Rindou groans, his pink flushed fingers like ice under your chin as he turns your head back to him, capturing your lips before you can protest further.
Last year, something so spontaneous would have terrified you, but you find yourself, albeit reluctantly, melting into Rindou’s touch, letting yourself moan softly as he takes your lower lip between his teeth.
“There you go,” he coos, palming your breast over your sweater, his head tipping back with a low groan as you wiggle your hips over his growing erection. “Fuck, baby. You miss me that much? You know you can call me when you need me, right?”
You peer back at him over your shoulder with a pout until he grumbles under his breath and tugs you into another kiss, more impatient this time, slick tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let him in.
He knows very well you could never do that. It’s a balance, keeping Rindou happy without being partial. Draken gets jealous, petty even, if you show anyone else too much favor. It was a confusing point for you when you first got together, that if it upset him so much he shouldn’t share you like he does, but now you know that you just hadn’t understood what it meant for him. And now you do, so you play along even if you only want to be his. Now you know how to keep everyone happy, mostly.
Rindou breaks the kiss by pulling your hair at the base of your neck, forcing your head back. You whine your displeasure at the interruption, but he hushes you, lips attacking your throat, nipping and sucking until your whine changes pitch and your throat is hot and stinging, no doubt wreathed in blooming red and purple.
“You know you’re suppos’ta ask, don’t you?” You stiffen as Draken’s voice rumbles across the living room.
Rindou releases your neck with a wet suck. “Yeah, yeah. They know. Tried real hard to stop me, didn’t you baby?” He pinches your clothed tits, forcing your back into an arch as you whine your assent, turning teary eyes on Draken. He looks annoyed, but his dark eyes are pinned on male beneath you.
Ran edges into your peripheral, taking your hand and pulling you safely from his little brother’s lap, dropping his suit jacket over the back of one of the couches. Then and only then does Draken pace forward and swat the back of the younger Haitani’s head. Rindou winces, but looks no less pleased with himself, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants. “C’mon can you blame me? Look at them, how was I supposed to resist?”
You had your head buried in Ran's chest, drinking in the scent from his pressed shirt as he held you, but you peek over your shoulder to see Draken rolling his eyes at Rindou's comment.
"Aren't you cold?" Ran questions, his hands dropping from your ass to toy with the exposed skin at the back of your thighs.
You shake your head. "I had a blanket, it's in my room."
"Don’t see it now… Draken won't mind if we keep you warm then?" Ran turns violet eyes on his friend, and you remain silent.
Draken looks a little annoyed at the question, which is unlike him but you understand. Things are a little different now, and you’re both still feeling it out.
“Oh, c'mon. I know you’ve been touchy lately but it's the giving season isn't it? And we want our favorite toy, our perfect little angel." Ran’s purr is wicked, his fingers squeezing your ass and sending a shiver of warmth up your spine as he snaps at the waistband of your shorts. His words are hushed, right by your ear even as Ran maintains an unwavering stare with your lover. “You know they’ve been missing us too, just too sweet to say it to you.”
You shake your head quickly, before freezing with a moan, as Ran chuckles, his hand slipping into your waistband to cup your pussy, no undergarments to slow his advances. He slides a finger through your folds, finding you already wet from his brother’s toying. “Yeah, there you are.”
Draken sighs and sits down on the opposite couch, one cushion away from Rindou, his eyes stormy, but drawn to the way you tremble under his friend’s touch, clocking the way your breath quickens. “Fine, but make it quick. We’ve got stuff to do.”
Ran doesn’t argue, pulling you into his lap as he sits on the opposite couch. His hand slips under your sweater, fingers trailing up your spine as he coaxes you into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. He doesn’t have time to draw it out today.
Rindou makes a noise of disappointment, but surprisingly doesn’t protest, heaving himself off his couch to slide up behind you. You can feel his arousal against your back, and if your pulse hadn’t already been roaring, it would be now, with one of them behind you and your eyes on Ran. The elder brother lets you go and is pulling back to unbutton his dress shirt when Rindou reclaims your attention, your breath hitching as you feel the sharp point of something under your chin, forcing it up. He looks to Draken, grinning. “There enough time for me to play today?”
Draken pauses for a nail-biting length of time. You want to watch him while he thinks, but Ran has other ideas, taking your hands and encouraging you to run your nails down his chest.
Then you hear him. “Superficial, and leave their stomach alone.”
You feel Rindou crystalize behind you; that’s far from the answer he’s used to receiving. “Why?” he asks, petulance shadowing along with the more overt curiosity.
Ran had stilled beneath you as well, but his mind moves faster and he pulls up your sweater. It’s not obvious right now unless someone knows what they’re looking for, but Ran’s keen eyes take in the slight swell of your stomach. A strangely possessive look enters his eyes and he doesn’t ask, but you don’t have the right to deny him as he places both palms over your stomach, cradling your tiny bump.
Draken shifts behind you, and you, ever conscious of him, glance his way. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that expression on his face, that even if it’s not directed at you, you can’t help the instinctual flutter of fear at the sight of it. Now you’re more certain than ever that you have to be good tonight. He’s been far more possessive of you since the pregnancy was discovered, closer to what you expected him to be like when you first got together. But he still won’t deny them this. Anything that might upset these two will definitely set him off, and you don’t want him angry with you. You much prefer when he’s sweet with you, you get sad when he ignores you. And your emotions are more easily thrown lately.
Rindou takes a single moment to lock eyes with Draken before nodding his assent. The thin edge of the blade trails down your throat, forcing a swallow out of you before you hear something clatter to the coffee table behind you. Surprise tingles across your flesh when you realize he’s dropped the knife, his hands working to tug your sweater over your head. Once the soft fabric is free of your body, his fingers curl around your neck, turning your head up to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss, barely giving you a second to get used to it before he’s prying open your lips and delving his tongue into your mouth.
You whine into Rindou’s mouth as his brother makes quick work of your bra, slender fingers squeezing at the exposed flesh.
“They’re bigger,” Ran comments casually before sitting up to drag his tongue between the valley of your breasts, teasing at your nipples with light tugs. “More sensitive now, I bet?”
Your nails are all but digging into Ran’s chest from all the stimulation, because of course they are. They’re sore all the time, and his touch is so gentle right now, setting all your nerves alight.
"Are they—"
"Not yet, dumbass. 'S way too early for that," Ran cuts off his brother, shifting to undo his belt, catching wind of the impatient look on Draken's face. He pulls his cock free, and the pair of them help you reposition to slide your shorts off, settling your back to Ran's chest.
A low cry gets caught in your throat as he pushes in, the pink head splitting your walls as he eases in. The stretch is immediate, quickly followed by a slight burn.
"Sorry angel, not how I would've done it. But you can take it, just relax for me." Ran coos soothingly, one hand coaxing you to relax deeper into his chest, the other gesturing to Rindou.
Taking the hint, Rindou halts in fisting his own cock, quick to start rubbing on your clit, guiding your hand to take up his abandoned task. He moans at your touch, your fingers curling around his shaft as he leans down to kiss you.
Through the fog of pleasure you remember to stroke him quickly, squeezing at the top the way you know riles him up and it's barely minutes before he's growling into your mouth, his touch getting sharper and faster on your throbbing clit until you're keening back, thighs shaking as you try to sit still for Ran, who's lazily thrusting into your soaking heat, his eyes locked on the way you're pleasing his brother.
"Fuck," Rindou hisses as your spare hand cups his balls, rolling them between your fingers as the begin to pull taut. He bats the silvery strand caught between your lips and pushes his fingers into your mouth, his head dropping back as you suckle obediently, flicking your tongue between his fingers teasingly. "Ran—"
Ran pulls out immediately, leaving you to whimper at the empty feeling, only for Rindou to put one knee between his brother's legs and shift your hips at a higher angle to slide into your dripping cunt with a ragged curse.
His hips jerk unevenly as Rindou thrusts into you, biting back moans as the velvety tightness clamping around his cock, and you give a wordless cry and Ran starts teasing your aching tits with his fingertips again. You can feel his sticky length twitch against the small of your back, his voice low in your ear as his brother fucks you for his own pleasure, his moans getting louder, faster, as he reaches his peak.
"I know it's not enough, but it still feels good, doesn't it? He's a little selfish, but I know you think it looks good on him. You like it when he's lost in you," Ran purrs devilishly, and you gasp, his words twisting something hot in your core, threatening to unravel you right there. Your hips jerk, and Rindou whines as your pussy ripples around him. Ran's voice gets soft, hiding the sharp edge that you know is still there no matter how sweetly he talks. "Nuh uh, don't you dare angel. You're saving that for me right?"
"Yes," you mewl, squirming helplessly as you try not to come. Your thighs are shaking dangerously from the position, legs still spread wide over Ran's thighs. "Won't, I won't. Please, ngh Rin, 'm gonna—"
Rindou groans loudly as his name leaves your mouth in a hiccupped sob, the broken plea enough to send him rocketing into his orgasm, shoving himself deep one more time, flooding your cunt with several thick ropes of cum.
He pulls out, the last of his seed sticking into a mess on your tummy as it twitches against your skin. Rindou sags against you for a moment before Draken grumbles about the pressure on your stomach, and he immediately heaves himself off, sprawling on the couch to your left, brown eyes hazy.
"Up for me angel, turn around."
With Ran's help, he gets you turned around in his lap and sunk down on his cock with a relieved moan, your hips rolling without permission to reignite the fading sparks in your core before they die out. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of his length thrusting in and out loud with yours and Rin's combined slick and cum.
"So messy, feels s'good," Ran grunts, hands on your hips to help guide your fervent bouncing. His eyes keep flickering from your tits, lingering heavily on your little bump. "Perfect pussy, you gonna make me come? Fuck me, angel, make yourself come on my cock. Let me feel it."
"'M trying, 'm trying. Wanna come," you moan, hips circling, desperately trying to snap the coil that's wound itself so tight you feel like the snap might break you. "Please, help me come. R-ran…" Your pleading trails off with a low keen when he does nothing but watch you with heavy-lidded lust and you know you've gotta do it without him. You're right there. You just need a little more. You just need—
A hand pries one of yours from its death grip on Ran's shoulder, and you look up with teary eyes to see Draken standing behind the second couch, crouching to your eye level as he twines his fingers with yours.
"Princess." It's the soft encouragement in his tone, that has you spiraling over the edge, your jaw going slack, vision going white. Pleasure sings in your veins as you clutch tighter at Draken's hand, only vaguely aware of Ran's string of curses as he grinds into your spasming walls, finding his end in the rippling vice of your pussy.
"There you go," Draken murmurs, fingers soothing your scalp with light scratches as you come down. He walks around the edge of the couch and helps you to your feet, your legs leaden and shaky from all the exertion. You cling to him for support, shaking your head when he tries to lower you to the clean couch.
"No?"
"'M dirty, that isn't."
Draken scoffs in amusement. "So?" You pout and he sighs in defeat. "Shower? Do you want me to carry you?"
You shake your head, glancing at the brothers shyly. "Just don't be long."
"'Kay, baby." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you smile at him before going to your bedroom to find a towel for the obscene mess between your thighs.
Rindou plies Draken with questions the moment you leave the room.
“How long has it been?”
“Doc thinks it’s about 18 weeks.”
“Do you know what it is yet?”
“We’ve got a home visit coming up soon. Doc’s schedule isn’t open til after the holidays, we’ll find out then.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rindou demands, the tone of his voice hard to read. When Draken doesn’t answer, he asks the one thing that he most wants to know. “So whose is it? The baby.”
“Mine,” Draken grunts, sipping from his glass, eyes flicking to the hall as the shower starts, the sound of water hitting tile clear in the beat of silence that follows his response.
Then Rindou finally looks around for his shirt, swiping it from off the floor where it landed, and recovers. “Yeah, yeah, you fuck ‘em the most. But are you sure? Did you run a test? It’s not like we’re the only ones who fuck them. Could be Sanzu’s, Koko’s, even Mik—” Draken kisses his teeth in irritation, and Rindou shrugs, backing off. Ran looks to Draken at the question, his silence indicating that he’s also waiting on the answer.
“Whoever’s fault it is, it’s mine.” Draken says calmly and clearly, making it clear that he’s not expanding on the subject anymore.
“Congrats,” Ran mumbles, sharing an unseen loaded look with his brother when Draken glances down the hall again. “We’ll see ourselves out, go help them.”
The brothers make themselves presentable as Draken disappears down the hall with a nod of thanks.
“His temper lately makes sense now,” Ran comments once he's farther away, tucking himself away and tugging the zipper of his pants.
Rindou mutters under his breath. “Think we can tell the others?”
“Nah,” Ran hums, a grin curling his lips. “Think we’d be able to come over as much if everyone knew? They’re all gonna want to see ‘em more once they find out. Let them wait a bit more.”
An understanding gleam enters Rindou’s eyes, and he nods silently, shrugging into his coat.
“Besides, I’m more interested in seeing how this affects the deal Draken made,” Ran adds, pulling open the front door, a gust of snow billowing through the warm living room before he closes it behind them. “A baby changes everything. You know he won’t let it slide, whose the kid is.”
"You think Mikey'd take them back? If it's not Draken's?"
Ran pauses for a moment, considering. His violet eyes turn skyward, watching the snow begin to clump thicker in the air. Eventually he shrugs. "I dunno. But it's not something I'd bet big against. They're both possessive assholes, not that I blame them all things considered."
Rindou chuckles. "I wonder how hard they'd even fight it. It's clear they love Draken, but that submission… it's worked out well for everyone. Maybe we'll get them back. Koko would be thrilled, that's for sure."
That earns a noncommittal hum from his brother, but garners no response.
"Fuck it's cold," Rindou grumbles finally, shoving his hands in his pockets as the snow collects in his hair. He sends one last longing glance at the door behind him. "Call a fucking cab next time.”
Draken silently steps away from the front door, padding down the hall and slipping into the bathroom.
“Princess, you okay?”
“I’m fine.” The shower curtain rattles as you pull back the colored fabric to peek out at him, steam billowing out of the gap. “Are you coming in?”
“Do you want me to?”
You take the barest of seconds to glance at him, taking in the fond curve of his lips, shadowed by the slight hunch of his eyebrows, and are quick to answer. If you do it right, you can always wipe away any budding insecurity the brother’s might have planted when you left the room. Those two do that often enough that you’re used to it, used to the way they get under Draken’s skin. He told you that a long time ago they didn’t used to be friends, but that was before Mikey brought them all together. Sometimes you think you see tiny hints of their old animosity, but it’s always gone so quickly that you’re never sure until you’re mulling it over later in the night.
“Of course, Ken. I need your help.”
You grin as Draken immediately pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the detailed twin dragons on his chest, your eyes lingering on the one that rests between his pectorals, set in the gap of serpents’ opposing maws. The one each of his friends seem to have somewhere. He’d gotten it not long after you’d moved in, and you remembered the tense moments where you’d catch him glaring at it in his own reflection. But his eyes would always soften if he caught you looking. Despite how he does everything he can to baby you, you know better. You know what he does to be able to take care of you, what’s expected of him. It would take a lot more than endless soft words and pampering to go unaware of the plain package parcels that go through your home, to cover the smell of blood.
His pants are crumpled to the bathroom floor moments later, and then he’s joining you in the steamy water. “What d'you need, baby?”
“Help me get it out?” Draken’s eyes spark with fire as you slide wet fingers down his arm and pull his hand between your thighs.
A low groan spills from his throat as his fingers slide through your folds, slipping through the leftover cum that still stained the walls of your pussy. He leans closer and presses a hot kiss to your cheek. You can feel the temperature of his lips more distinctively than the water beating down on your back. “You really want it out?”
“Want yours, Ken. Not theirs. Get it out,” you whine at the end, pressing your forehead to his chest as he plunges his fingers into your cunt, still so sensitive from the brothers’ assault. “Ah!”
“Shh, I got you.” Draken’s voice is a little deeper now, desire laden, as he murmurs soft encouragements, his fingers twisting and grazing against that spot in you that has you gripping his forearm helplessly, leaning against the tile to keep from falling. He knows you better now to know you’re not trying to stop him, simply a kneejerk reaction to the pleasure. He pulls his fingers out, grasping your waist to steady you instead, his eyes staring intently at your little bump. “Careful, baby. Turn around.”
Breathlessly, you comply, putting your palms flat to the tile and moaning when he presses on the small of your back, having you push your hips out just a little. “Good?” He rumbles. You hear him unhook the showerhead and tell him yes, blood hot with anticipation.
Your squeal bounces off the walls of the bathroom when he presses the jet of water to your slit, the heat and the pressure enough to make your knees weak.
Draken hums, keeping your steady with a hand on your hip, pressing more firmly and shifting the stream lower, away from your clit. Your mewls are softer now, just like the pleasure, tilting your hips down against the water; it still feels good, heightened by your lover’s touch, knowing his gaze is locked on you.
After a couple minutes, he notices you begin to shiver, your skin rising with goosebumps, wet and no longer under the full warmth of the showerhead. He reclips it and turns you back to face him. There’s no complaint from you when he captures your lips in a kiss, his fingers slipping into the warmth of your pussy, immediately angling at the soft lining of your outer wall, working you towards a quick release with a touch that betrays just how well he knows your body.
His breath is labored against your neck where he buries his head, lips pressing to your collarbone intermittently, occasional grazes of his teeth. Your hips jerk into his efforts as his thumb presses on your throbbing clit, almost keening at how sensitive it is, so close to flying over the edge.
“Let go for me, I need you baby. Go on,” Draken rumbles, voice tight, but you’re coming before he’s even finished speaking, the knowledge, no, the admittance—that this man needs you, causes bliss to light up every circuit you possess. His fingers continue to crook at your walls, guiding you through a pleasure you’d never have dreamed of before him.
“One more? You got one more for me, right?” His groan is ragged as he hooks one of your thighs under his arm, leaving you on one leg but keeping you steady as he sinks into you, his cock pulsing as your slick walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You don’t even care that your body is thrumming and oversensitive, the desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel him consume you, is everything. Draken knows what’s best for you, always has.
His pace is slow, measured, but you can tell he’s as desperate as you are, his lips on yours, on your cheeks, your throat, kissing your eyelids every time they close, the water cascading around you, all but forgotten as your bodies move as one. It’s not about pleasure, it’s about being together, the joy of it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Draken moans, water dripping down his neck and shoulders. “So perfect. Every day, so good for me.”
“I need it, Ken,” you gasp, clawing at his back, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please, please.”
Draken hisses as your nails drag red lines into his skin, but his eyes lose none of their intensity as he presses his forehead to yours. “Come with me—” your name tears from his lips in a low whine as pleasure unravels in his gut like a snapped coil, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you with a ragged groan, but he doesn’t stop, fucking it deeper. “Come for me, come, f-fuck—”
His chant doesn’t stop, and you watch his face contort as he continues to come, bliss easing his features and making him look softer, and Draken’s never looked more beautiful. You follow after him with a low cry, clutching him tight as the pleasure waterfalls through your body, leaving you breathless and unsteady, never happier.
“Love you, Ken.”
Draken smiles, peppering your throat with kisses and wrinkling his nose at the now even more prominent hickies Rindou left behind. "Let's go lay down, you've gotta be tired after all that."
Smiling and nodding, you turn off the shower, loosing happy sighs as Draken insists on toweling you dry, soothing aching muscles, and spending a euphoric amount of time eye level with your belly, his eyes closed and cheek resting against it, as if he could hear your baby if he tried hard enough.
But eventually he bundles you into the bedroom, helping you into some warm pajamas and turning the lights off and tv on. The fairy lights left the room with a soft glow, aided by the silver light of the tv, featuring some holiday special that tickles a memory from a different time.
After a few minutes you hear him mumble something about "closer" right before he lowers your pj's and you feel his cock pressing on your entrance. You hum, too comfortable to protest. With his arms around you, palming your stomach, tucked deep under the duvet, you feel warm and safe and moments from sleep with his cock pressed deep inside you.
Draken’s voice is a little hoarse, enough to bring you out of your drowsing with a pang of concern, but it strengthens with each syllable. “What do you think about moving somewhere else? What if we just disappeared, you and me?”
“Where would we go? What about your friends?” It's hard to imagine, you can hardly remember what it's like to leave the house, let alone leave the city you grew up in.
“We could go lots of places, travel the world even.” You notice he doesn’t answer your second question, but you figure that it’s not important enough to answer.
“I’ll go anywhere with you, Ken.” You whisper, and you know it’s true. Despite everything it took to bring you both together, you know you’d do anything for him. Anything for his child, your child. “As long as we stay together.”
“Then we’ll go,” Draken murmurs, holding you closer as you begin to drift to sleep, exhausted and content. “Just our family.”
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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.”
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Sukuna showing you his love and appreciation on Mother's Day
Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). fluff + smut. wc 2k
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (female receiving), creampie, praise, pregnancy. Reader and Sukuna already have a daughter together, and reader is pregnant with Sukuna's second baby. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear + @/qqmaiztwsse.
This story can be read as part 2 of this baby daddy Sukuna story, but you don't have to read the first part.
You wake up to the mattress shifting under Sukuna's weight, as he is carefully untangling himself from you, trying not to wake you up. You blink sleepily and watch your husband get up, unable to tear your gaze away from Sukuna's broad, tattooed back and the way his buff muscles move when he stretches.
Of course, he catches you checking him out and smirks that typical charming smirk at you as you are about to sit up. But Sukuna is quicker. He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek and pushes you gently back down on the pillow,
"Uh uh, no getting up yet. I still need time to prepare some things. Go back to sleep, darling. Happy Mother's Day."
You smile and snuggle back into your blanket, watching Sukuna getting dressed before he leaves the bedroom with one last look over his broad shoulder and an amused wink.
When you wake up the second time that morning, the lovely scent of coffee and freshly baked muffins drifts to your nose. And the loud chatter of your little daughter and Sukuna. You grin to yourself as you hear them in front of the bedroom door, arguing over who gets to wake you up.
"She is my mommy and not yours!"
"But she is my wife!"
"Oh, Daddy, don't be stupid! It's called Mother's Day, not Wife's Day!"
You hear Sukuna sigh dramatically, and you can practically see his amused grin and the way he rolls his beautiful maroon eyes in mock exasperation.
"Ok, ok, I will let you wake her up, princess. Do you have your present?"
The answer seems to be yes because a second later, the door gets pushed open, and your daughter runs over to the bed and jumps onto it, pushing the gift she made for you in kindergarten in your face: A painting with a heart and flowers and four figures, you, her, and Sukuna, and in your tummy little baby number two.
You thank her profusely, hugging her and letting her explain the painting to you when Sukuna joins you on the bed with a beautiful rose bouquet in his arms and a little gift bag from your favorite skincare brand.
You smile at your little princess and your husband, thanking them for the gifts and marveling at how similar they look. She has your eyes, but you can see her father's features in her pretty face, and when her lips lift in a grin, it is a 100% match to the grin that you love so much on Sukuna's face.
You lift your head to look at Sukuna, realizing that he is watching you and your daughter too. There is an unguarded, soft expression on his beautiful, tattooed face. An expression that makes your heart fill with tenderness for this tough man who is so good to you and your daughter.
A strong arm wraps around your waist at that moment, and Sukuna pulls you closer to him. And you cup his cheek and smile at him as he closes the small distance between you to kiss you, but not before he whispers, "Thank you."
The breakfast table is overflowing with things. The coffee and homemade muffins you already smelled, but also various sweet and savory treats from the bakery down the street. And flowers that your daughter picked this morning with her daddy in the park.
You smile as you imagine big, tall Sukuna with his intimidating tattoos and arrogant smirk, picking pretty flowers with his little daughter and the looks the two of them must have received from the grandmas taking their morning walk in the park.
You get up to help with the dishes after you're finished eating, but Sukuna sends a stern look your way, shaking his head,
"What do you think you are doing? Sit back down."
He points at his daughter,
"You stay here and make sure your mommy doesn't lift a single finger."
You laugh and lean back in your chair, taking another sip from the orange juice as you watch Sukuna do the dishes and clean the kitchen.
The three of you spend the rest of the day together, going on a long walk in the park. Your little one is running ahead while you and Sukuna stroll leisurely side by side, with his arm around your waist or you leaning against his side and holding onto his biceps.
You make a stop at an ice cream parlor, eat ice cream, and drink coffee afterward while your daughter plays on the playground in front of the little shop.
Before you know it, Sukuna has pulled you onto his lap. He holds you with one arm while he sips his coffee with the other and grins that boyish grin at you that always makes your pulse flutter, no matter how often you see it.
Sukuna's large hand is sprawled over your belly, where the swell of your baby bump is already visible. He caresses it absentmindedly, making you smile because you know how proud he is that you are pregnant with his second baby.
And right at that moment, a soft kiss lands on your shoulder, and Sukuna murmurs in a sexy low voice, only for you to hear,
"You are so beautiful, mommy."
When it's time to go home, your daughter, of course, complains loudly that she doesn't want to leave yet, but Sukuna just jogs over to her with a smirk, plucks her off the jungle gym with ease, and casually throws her over one shoulder.
You laugh when you see her kick her little legs and scream, only to realize a minute later that it's very comfortable to get carried by her daddy, and she stops struggling and instead slumps lazily onto her father's broad shoulder.
Sukuna's low laugh joins yours,
"You are acting like a sack of rice. Be careful I don't mix things up and accidentally make dinner out of you."
"Oh yeah? And you look like a strawberry with your pink hair. Be careful I don't make dessert out of you, Daddy!"
"Well, I would definitely make a great dessert! But I have to inform you that I am actually a full-course meal, young lady."
You burst out laughing again, affectionately ruffling your daughters and Sukuna's hair, thinking how similar they are not just in looks but also in their personalities.
Your daughter still refuses to walk on her own, but luckily, Sukuna is strong and doesn't even break a sweat while carrying her all the way home to your apartment. And you grin to yourself, knowing how loving Sukuna is when it comes to his little family. A strong and protective man who would do anything for you and your babies. Your little daughter has calmed down again, too, and snuggles against Sukuna, hugging his neck and almost falling asleep right there on her father's shoulder.
A few hours later, your apartment is quiet, with your daughter fast asleep in her room, and the lights dimmed.
And Sukuna and you have some time only for each other.
He pulls you into his strong arms, pressing his tall, firm body against yours, and kisses you thoroughly. Tender and deep kisses that make your knees weak.
And when your lips part, there is this tender expression on Sukuna's face that is only reserved for you.
"Thank you for all the love you give our little brat. And all the love you give me. Thank you for making this apartment a home. I never thought I would have a real home or a real family. But you gave me all that and I am so grateful for you. I love you, darling."
Sukuna swoops you up in his strong arms and carries you to your bedroom while you smile at him with tears in your eyes, telling him that you love him too, while you caress the short hair of his undercut, your heart feeling so full.
You lock the bedroom door and immediately begin to undress each other on your way over to the large bed. You moan at the feel of Sukuna's buff muscles under your hands, and he groans when he places you on the bed and lets his hungry gaze travel slowly over your naked body.
There were times when you felt insecure and ashamed at the thought of being so exposed to someone's gaze. But not anymore. With Sukuna, you feel desired, loved, and your body reacts to his loving gaze, your nipples hardening and your pussy wet and yearning for Sukuna's cock.
He leans over you, so tall and big but so loving. Sukuna always spoils you in bed, but especially tonight, on Mother's Day, the day that exists to show you his appreciation.
You are drowning in bliss as Sukuna's lips and tongue wander down your body slowly, loving you, worshipping the body of the woman he loves, the body of the mother of his children. He makes you feel sexy like no other man before him did, even with the changes your body went through after the first pregnancy and your current pregnancy.
You mewl softly when Sukuna plays with your sensitive breasts, which are already filling out more again due to the pregnancy hormones, cupping them with his large hands and sucking gently on your stiff nipples. His mouth wanders to your swollen belly, trailing kisses over the bump where his baby number two is growing.
Your hips buck needily when Sukuna pushes your legs apart and trails tender kisses over your inner thighs before he reaches his goal and slowly makes out with your swollen clit. Your heart is racing, your mind hazy as you give yourself to your husband completely, letting him pamper you and show you how grateful he is for you.
Your first orgasm that night is on Sukuna's tongue. Hot pleasure explodes inside you while your fingers twist in his pink hair and tug on it as you throw your head back and moan his name softly, shuddering on his velvety mouth as he licks and kisses you through your high.
The second one is on Sukuna's cock when he takes you with slow but deep thrusts while you lie on your side so it's comfortable for you with your baby bump. And Sukuna is behind you, his strong muscular arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you while he rolls his hips against you, fucking his long and thick cock deep into you.
Sukuna's face is buried in your neck, and you get blessed with hearing his sexy, low moans. One of his large hands is on your pregnant belly, while the other is between your legs, caressing tender circles around your clit. His lips brush over your neck, kissing you, moaning softly in utter bliss and devotion, and whispering to you how beautiful you are, how sexy, murmuring his praise and love to you in that sexy, hoarse voice that drives you crazy.
Sukuna's hand clamps over your mouth just in time for your orgasm, and you squeal into his large hand as you cum on his cock, twitching and clenching on him, milking his hot, sticky seed out of him, that he spills into you with a low, guttural moan.
You stay in that position afterward, cuddling while lying on your side, Sukuna hugging you tightly from behind, his thick cock still deep inside you.
You lazily trace the tattoos on Sukuna's wrists with one hand while your other hand reaches behind to tangle in Sukuna's soft pink hair as you turn your head to let him kiss you tenderly.
"You are so fucking beautiful. I might just make you a mommy again."
"I imagine that to be a bit hard when I am already very pregnant with your baby, Kuna."
And he laughs and kisses your shoulder, his smile evident in his voice,
"Doesn't mean I can't try."
HE IS SO 💗💗 Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed your time with Daddy Sukuna ;)
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗
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What if Janet went into Labor with Tim during a Wayne gala and Bruce helped deliver him, but Bruce didn’t realize Tim was the same baby
Until a random stakeout/confrontation with a villain/league meeting, he remembers suddenly and just straight up goes
“I birthed you”
He then starts to think back to all the other women he helped and like...
– Teenage Bruce stopping in the middle of his day to help Mary Grayson call the hospital when her water breaks in public
– His first test of people skills as Batman is looking after Sandra Wu-San, not knowing she'd become Lady Shiva
– A short while later Batman does the same for Sheila Haywood because Willis didn't bother to show up
– Arthur Brown being too absorbed in his scandals and early scheming to be present so Batman swoops in for Crystal
– Then Janet Drake going into labor at a Wayne gala and Bruce helping her through that
– Couple years later, Batman keeping Elaine Thomas company in the twilight hours
– He stops to help Talia amidst a dangerous battle, not knowing the baby is his and her maintaining the secret
– He gets sidetracked on a time travel mission and assists a stranger, not realizing it's Mary Pennyworth
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STOP DISCOURSING MATPAT IN MY NOTES STILL
#im so fucking tired of matpat fuck you. now its tubbo pregnancy#I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MATPAT OK#pregnancy tw
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instagram post: *video of a woman gently encouraging a hesitant child to go down a slide*
the first comment: this woman is violently pressuring her child to do something that they are clearly terrified to do, children should NEVER have to do anything they don't want to do, this kid is being abused and will grow up to hate their mother i hope someone calls cps on her
the second comment: kids are so thin skinned these days if it were my kid i would push it down the slide and laugh at it if it cried. this is the only way we will win the culture war
the third comment: she should have used a condom. this would make a great condom ad. no one cares that someone came in you. kids are not human. i hate kids so much.
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Protector | Feyd-Rautha x reader
ANON REQUEST: your marriage to Feyd-Rautha is an arranged one, and your only task is to provide an heir. When you finally become pregnant, your new husband suddenly grows obsessed with you—but does he care about you, or is he simply protective of his progeny?
Warnings: pregnancy, labor, and related talk; canon typical violence
MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Your marriage was one born out of duty, not love. You couldn’t even call it a marriage of convenience; there was nothing convenient about leaving your homeworld and traveling across an entire galaxy to marry someone you had never even met before. Yes, the Houses had agreed beforehand that you were to marry Feyd-Rautha, the Na-Baron of House Harkonnen, and immediately after the deal had been struck you had seen his face and read his writing, but you hadn’t met him until your wedding day.
You had chastised yourself for thinking it could be like the fairytales of Ancient Earth. You, a princess, your betrothed a handsome prince…in the stories of your childhood, he would have whisked you away, off to a great, shining palace full of magical wonders, and you would have lived happily ever after. Instead, your prince had proved to be disinterested in you, busying himself with his arena and his concubines, ignoring you most of the day. The Harkonnen fortress did not shine, nor did it hold any great wonders, and Giedi Prime felt far from magical, with its harsh black sun and polluted landscape.
After your vows, you had naively thought your wedding night would be full of romance. Perhaps you had been holding onto hope as a means to protect yourself, clinging to optimism to distract yourself from your harsh, sad reality. You had been all too eager to shed your dress and veil in Feyd-Rautha’s living quarters, though had not expected them to be ruined by his blade, and you had not expected him to greedily conquer you as if it were yet another battle in the arena. He had slept next to you that night, but had made it painfully obvious that he had no interest in holding you or even touching you, keeping far to his side of the bed while you remained far to yours. In the morning, you had awoken alone, and had realized that it was the beginning of a long and lonely road on your new planet.
Everyone expected an heir. That was the entire point of this marriage, a legitimate heir for the Harkonnen line. Anyone else could have done it—you were of fine breeding, yes, but any of the other Houses could have offered up a daughter to suffer at Feyd-Rautha’s side. Why it had to be you surely came down to the only things powerful men seemed to care about—money and spice. An allegiance with House Harkonnen protected your family, and your small share of spice harvesters on Arrakis added yet another drop into their vast bucket and one less smuggling operation to worry about. Your parents were happy. Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was happy.
And you were miserable.
Two months after your wedding, your monthly cycle continued as normal, and you were forced to shamefully inform the na-Baron. After an annoyed sound and a grimace, he bent you over the nearest table and took you for a second time, leaving you to clean yourself up and cry at your husband’s callousness. You didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to care. You supposed he already had everything he could possibly want; wealth, concubines, a throne to inherit…you brought nothing of real value to him, save for the ability to produce an heir.
Time passed, and it became clear that Feyd-Rautha would have to touch you more than once a month if he was to have any hope of fathering a child. You cursed yourself for your apparent inability to conceive—fertility had been one of your parents’ selling points when negotiating with the Baron, and now, you couldn’t even do the one thing that was expected of you. It brought you to tears every night, the stress of being reduced to this and yet still being unable to perform your task. It was maddening, though you knew you were hardly the first woman to find yourself in such a situation. You did worry, however, that you may have been the weakest.
One evening, as Feyd performed his husbandly duties, he noticed a tear slipping down your cheek and paused. You felt a rough hand cup the side of your face and opened your eyes to find your husband staring at you with dark eyes, his head tilted to suggest he was curious.
“Tears?” He asked in his raspy voice that was still so alien to you.
“My apologies, na-Baron,” you looked away from him.
“You are crying.”
You stifled an annoyed sigh. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Do not worry yourself with me, husband.” You said.
“Tell me.”
This was perhaps the longest conversation you had had since marrying him, and part of you didn’t want it to end. You looked at him once more, finding him still watching you with that unwavering, predatory gaze, and another tear rolled down your cheek and onto his hand.
“I am sorry I have not given you a child.” You whispered.
“Then let me put one into you.”
His tone sent a chill down your spine, frightening and exciting you all at once. That night, Feyd-Rautha did not let you sleep, shocking you with his determination. It was simply because the sooner you conceived, the sooner he could return to his own concerns, you reasoned.
Sure enough, your period did not arrive when expected, nor did the next. A medical test confirmed what you already knew—you were pregnant, with Feyd-Rautha’s child. A Harkonnen child, who would grow up to be just as ruthless and savage as its father, you thought.
Upon receiving the positive result, you immediately set off to tell the na-Baron. He should not be made to wait; you wanted him to know that the entire point of your union was finally achieved, and that you could both go back to ignoring each other as usual. As you walked, you had the worrying thought that he may not even keep you alive after the delivery.
“Na-Baron,” you addressed him upon finding him in his armory.
He looked up from the blade he was sharpening. “Wife.”
“I bring news,” you said, folding your hands in front of yourself.
“Then tell me, before I grow bored of waiting.” He returned to the hunting knife, looking away from you once more.
“I am with child.”
You watched as Feyd-Rautha paused, tilting his head to look at you. “My child?”
“Yes. Who else could it possibly belong to?” You asked, exasperated. “The physicians confirmed it just now. I wanted you to be the first to know.”
He nodded slowly, looking back at the knife in his hand as he thought. “I see.”
Whatever hopes you had once had for him to suddenly flip his entire personality at the news were quickly dashed by his lack of emotion. You left him there, a hand over your mouth as you tried not to cry, returning to your bed to be alone once more.
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In those earlier days of pregnancy, you were often ill, sprinting from bed to the wash basin nearly every day to be sick. Usually, you were alone; Feyd-Rautha rose early, spending his mornings training and sometimes killing his instructors. Whenever that happened, he would come back, wearing blood and a grin on his face as if he had just won some great contest.
Today, however, he was enjoying a rare occasion of sleeping in. He had begun spending his nights in the center of the bed, crowding you as you attempted to stay away from him. One morning you had even woken up to find his arm throne over you, his body closer than ever. Now, he was sleeping, and you would have been content to let him remain there were you not busy launching yourself over him as you ran to the adjoining wash room.
You missed the way your husband sat up, eyes wide and frenzied as he pulled a dagger from beneath the pillows. When he found the room to be empty and free of danger, he grew confused…until he heard your retching in the next room, and slipped out of bed.
“Wife?” He asked from the doorway.
“What?” You groaned, leaning your cheek on the cool basin.
“…are you alright?”
You sighed. “No, na-Baron, I am not. I mean…I am, I just…”
“You are sick,” he pointed out.
It took every bit of willpower you possessed to swallow down the part of you that desperately wanted to throttle him. “Yes. I am. It’s the pregnancy, the pills from the doctors haven’t been working—“
“This has happened before?” He interrupted.
“Most days, yes,” you felt another wave of nausea coming over you and hunched your shoulders, preparing for the worst.
You never expected to feel a cool hand brushing your hair away from your forehead, nor the feeling of your husband’s chest against your back as he held you.
“Harkonnen women don’t have this problem,” he commented as he held your hair.
It was the least helpful statement he possibly could have made as you vomited once more, and yet it was also quite possibly the best.
“If Harkonnen women have no hair, then what do you pull?” You asked wryly, too ill and too exhausted to hold yourself back.
Feyd-Rautha stared you, unblinking, before a smirk found its way onto his lips. “If you are feeling brave, perhaps I will show you one day.”
You let out a laugh as the nausea ebbed, leaning back against him. “Perhaps one day I will finally stop seeing my lunch so many times, and then you can regale me.”
-0-
Your sickness faded as your pregnancy progressed, thankfully, but Feyd-Rautha’s company did not. By the time you were beginning to truly show, he was refusing to leave you alone, demanding your presence wherever he went. As a result, you sat in on many a sparring session, and he made up his mind to abandon the arena until after the baby was born. His sudden change in attitude was shocking; he had never paid so much attention to anything before, and now, his hands were constantly on you.
“I must keep you safe,” he had said when you first asked about it, and had acted as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe.
You assumed he was protective due to the baby, the precious new heir to the Harkonnen throne. As its vessel, you were afforded some luxuries, but you fully expected that to change after the birth. For now, though, you were content to receive any and all attention your husband saw fit to pay you.
“That went well,” you said one day after the doctor examined you.
“He should not have touched you like that.” Feyd-Rautha growled.
“What do you mean? He’s a doctor,” you laughed, somewhat nervously.
“I did not like it.” His voice was tense.
“I could tell.” You grumbled, dropping your happy façade. He had nearly chased the doctor out of the room, hunting knife in hand. “Examinations are unavoidable, I’m afraid.”
“No more.”
“But—“
“No more strangers touching you.”
"Doctors help," you protested. "Don't you want your child to be healthy?"
At that, Feyd paused in thought. "...You may have a Harkonnen midwife."
"Because a Harkonnen doctor is too much?" You asked dryly.
He glared at you briefly before looking away towards the door. "Come."
You audibly groaned, one hand on your lower back. "Na-Baron, I am tired. I wish to retire to bed."
He looked back at you, and you caught an expression of distress on his face. "I need to train."
"You train every day."
"Yes." he said it as if it were obvious, but something in his tone suggested more; he made it sound urgent, as if it were something he had to do daily, and missing a single session would be disastrous. "Come."
You heaved a sigh and followed him.
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In the months that followed, your unborn child grew, as did your body. You found yourself becoming large and bloated, your gait slowing as your flexibility waned. New maternity gowns were brought to you, an interesting mix of styles--the flowing, heavy garments of your homeworld meeting the simple, stark aesthetics of Giedi Prime. You found them strange, but at that point, you really didn't care; you would have walked around naked if no one would have stopped you. You spent your days feeling uncomfortable and awkward, with swollen feet and a sore lumbar region. Harkonnen servants brought whatever you needed, and your husband ensured--no, demanded--that all of your food be tasted by someone else while you watched so that there could be no chance of poison passing between your lips.
You wondered if this was simply some aspect of Harkonnen culture that the other Houses weren't aware of or never cared to talk about. Perhaps on a planet as harsh and toxic as Giedi Prime, infertility and infant mortality were more commonplace than the rest of the known universe. Perhaps this possessiveness was common among Harkonnen men, if conception was more difficult for their people.
Whether your theory was correct or not, Feyd-Rautha had certainly become even more attached to you. Not a morning went by when he wasn’t there next to you in bed, and as of late, he had begun waking you up by reminding you exactly how you had ended up like this in the first place. Before your pregnancy, he had acted as though bedding you were a boorish duty he had no choice but to perform; now that you were heavy with child, however, he was more than interested in you physically, constantly touching you with those rough, murderous hands.
You enjoyed the attention, and you enjoyed the way he squeezed and massaged you with surprising gentleness. He didn’t want to break you, you supposed, not right now; after the child arrived, perhaps, but not now. That was a grim thought, and one you had often—what was to come of your after the birth? Would Feyd-Rautha want more children, in case this one died some horrible, brutal, Harkonnen death? Or would you be disposed of, no longer needed after his legacy was secured?
You tried not to dwell on it.
One morning, you roused on your own, without Feyd’s interference. Wondering if he was even still there, you reached out to the side, feeling for him—and you nearly jumped when you felt bare flesh beneath your hand. When you rolled onto your back with considerable effort and turned your head to the side, you saw that your husband was there, still sleeping, and that what you had felt was his exposed chest.
You took the moment to look at him, really look at him. He seemed so peaceful like this, when he wasn’t fighting and killing. You had seen him take lives so quickly that his victims hadn’t even known they had died, and you had wondered how someone could be so dismissive of those around them. The first time you had watched your husband slit a throat, you had nearly vomited, and he had found your revulsion amusing; the most recent, however, you had simply sighed and looked away. You were desensitized, it seemed, just like he was, and now, you slept just as easily after watching him commit horrendous acts of violence as he did now.
Feyd-Rautha was handsome as far as Harkonnens went. His skin was smooth like marble, free of the scars and bruises one might expect to see on a warrior. His face, usually so harsh during the waking hours, was relaxed now, and you realized he was beautiful. You couldn’t keep yourself from brushing your fingers over his lips and feeling how surprisingly soft they were, though in a way, this felt wrong. Feyd-Rautha didn’t strike you as the kind of person who would allow this sort of touch, but when would you have this opportunity again? He always rose first in the morning and slept last at night. You never caught him with his guard down, and you kept your hands to yourself during the day. This was the only time you could marvel at him like this.
As your fingers ghosted across his cheek, he twitched, and you froze. Then, to your horror, an eye cracked open, and you knew that he had been awake all along.
When you moved to pull away, he caught your wrist, then covered your hand in his. He held your gaze for several long, strange moments, and you realized that he hadn’t simply been awake—he had been allowing you to touch his face, to explore him in a way you had never been brave enough to before. It felt like a gift, in a way. In his way.
“I apologize,” you breathed, unable to look away from him.
“Why?” He asked, voice deep and rough with sleep.
“I should not have touched you without permission.”
“I am your husband,” he said. “And you are carrying my child. You do not need permission to touch me.”
Somehow, you knew his words carried a deeper meaning. You knew you were one of, if not the only, one on all of Giedi Prime whom he had said those words to. And for the first time since marrying him, you felt that Feyd-Rautha was truly your husband.
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He was with you when the labor began.
You had been lounging in your shared chambers, enduring the final week of your pregnancy. It felt bittersweet, in a way; you had no way of knowing then if you would ever be experiencing this again, and a part of you desperately wanted to hold onto it while the rest was fed up with feeling massive and uncomfortable every day.
Feyd-Rautha had been agitated all morning. It was as if he had known something was about to happen, and he had spent his time barely containing himself as he paced and sharpened knives, attempting to keep to himself and leave you alone and doing a piss poor job of it. You had been ready to chase him out of the room—or at least attempt to—when you felt your waters go and the panic set in.
That had been three hours ago.
Now, you were in your bed, and a shockingly-diligent Harkonnen na-Baron had yet to leave your side. He had briefly stepped into the corridor to bellow at the nearest passerby and your midwife had arrived very quickly as a result, but after that, he had sat down next to you and refused to go anywhere else.
“Is it agony?” He asked as you stood.
You shot him a glare. “I would not wish this sensation on even you.”
He was taken aback by your tone, impressed, even, by the venom in it.
“A short walk about the room may help,” the midwife suggested. “I will assist—“
“No.” Feyd-Rautha was up and at your side in an instant, taking your elbow. “I will.”
You didn’t care who did what, you just wanted it to be over and done with. The labor was progressing quickly, the midwife assured after another check once you were back in bed, and soon, you were wailing and grunting, your face was sweaty, and the na-Baron was staring in awe. You were focused on the task set before you, one hand on Feyd’s arm as you pushed with all your might, and so you could not see the way your husband was looking at you.
When your son was born and crying at the top of his tiny lungs, Feyd-Rautha cut the umbilical cord with a hunting knife and then he stared. It seemed that the entire time, he was incapable of looking away, his eyes glued to either you or the new Harkonnen heir. You supposed he had been too enthralled to order the midwife out of the room, and the woman was smart enough not to push her luck—she did the necessary examinations as quickly as she could, then handed the baby off to you, busying herself with cleaning what looked like a murder scene and gathering the afterbirth when it came. Then, satisfied with her work and the health of the child, she left, and you were alone with your husband and son.
You cradled the infant, tucking him against your breast and pulling the edge of your robe over him in an attempt to keep him warm. He was born pale, like his father, but with a soft layer of hair that made you wonder how much he might grow to look like you. The midwife had said it before she slipped out, and you had to agree—he was beautiful, and you smiled down at him.
A thud startled you and you turned to see that Feyd-Rautha had fallen to his knees at your bedside, looking at you with a reverence you had never seen in anyone before.
“Feyd?” You asked.
He looked between you and your son, and you saw then that something had changed within him over those many months. Gone was the dismissive, uncaring husband you had wed; this Feyd-Rautha had grown to become a protector, one who would fight until his muscles tore from his bones, who would bleed himself dry for you.
“You are stronger than I knew,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek much the way you had with him all those nights ago.
You felt a lump in your throat. “Come here. Join us.”
He did.
Feyd-Rautha sat with you there, in your bed, the very bed your first child was born in. He watched as your son woke from his peaceful, short nap, and he was privy to the private, intimate moment of his first feeding. He held the baby, staring at him in wonder and what may have been a touch of fear, supporting the both of you as he helped you to the bathing room when you were well enough to stand.
“A son,” he said, watching the baby sleep that night.
“Yes.” You mumbled, exhausted and nearly asleep as well. “Are you pleased, husband?”
“I would have been just as pleased with a daughter.”
That surprised you, and you glanced over your shoulder to see him propped up on an elbow, watching your son as he slept in his simple Harkonnen manger. “Really?”
“Yes,” he said, never once taking his eyes off the child. “I can teach a daughter to fight just as well.” Finally, he looked down at you. “Are you well?”
“As well as can be expected.” You sighed.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes, I am,” you answered him, sleep already dragging you down.
You barely felt his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, and you barely heard his voice as he said,
“I am as well.”
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You had expected Feyd-Rautha to grow cold in the weeks following your son’s birth, but he never had. He was attentive, caring for you in a way that suggested he felt some primal urge to drag back great beasts for dinner every night but modern living prohibited that.
Now, you watched as he stood before one of the massive windows within the Harkonnen palace. It was evening on Giedi Prime, but the black sun casted no shadows over the landscape. Feyd-Rautha held your son, whispering to him, and as you watched, you wished the moment could stretch on forever.
“Husband,” you said, approaching him.
“Wife,” he greeted you, turning.
“On your evening walk together, I see.”
He chuckled. “I am showing him everything he will one day rule over.”
“I am surprised you haven’t taken him into battle with you yet,” you said sarcastically.
“I will strap him to my chest so that he might taste the blood of House Atreides,” he said with a grin.
“The youngest Harkonnen warrior the world has ever seen.” You smiled, leaning in to check on what appeared to be a perfectly happy, albeit possibile bloodthirsty, baby.
“What are you doing walking alone?” Feyd-Rautha asked.
“Looking for you.”
“And now that you have found me, what do you intend to do?”
You leaned into your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. “Drop the baby off with the wet nurse, seduce you, take you to bed and then have my way with you.”
“You have my attention.”
“I thought you might be interested in trying for a girl this time…”
In a blink, he had spun you around and was dragging you down the corridor, and once the baby was safely tucked in with a nursemaid watching over him, you did indeed have your way with your husband. And again. And again. And you realized, as you retired to bed that night, that you were truly glad to have been arranged to marry Feyd-Rautha, heir to the Harkonnen throne and father of your children.
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18+ pregnancy ; husband kento
Thinking of the moment Nanami Kento makes you his wife, carries you into your bedroom and tells you he's going to give you his kids...
You've been begging him, but he wanted to wait.
And now, on your wedding night, he's making it his only mission to get you pregnant.
"Again-" he's panting, stripped bare of his suit.
Your first few rounds, he kept your dress on.
But now it's off, he claims your whole body till you're covered in a thin sheen of sweat- you look ethereal.
"My angel-"
And he insists he's gotta keep going.
How many times has he cum?
You've lost count...
"One more--"
He's running on pure instinct.
Adrenaline.
Lust.
His muscles flex and his body has never looked more
godly
He stops when you can't continue.
"K-Kento-- ple-ease"
He doesn't realise how weak you sound till it's too late.
He pulls out and tilts your body up, to keep it in.
Then, in that same position, he lowers his mouth to your clit and makes you cum till you pass out.
He doesn't let you leave the bed in the morning without another round, finally satisfied when he sees that positive test by the end of your honeymoon.
#kento nanami#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#18+ content#female reader#kento#nanami kento#nanami drabbles#nanami x reader#nanami smut#hubby kento <3#tw: pregnancy#1am thoughts
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Defend and Protect Black Women!!
Misogynoir medical bias is KILLING Black women disproportionately. If you know even a little history of how Black women have been systematically dehumanized and objectified in the medical industrial complex -you'd know this is FAR too common and it's despicable. These medical professionals should be losing their licenses to practice medicine.
"Black women are three to four times more likely to experience complications during pregnancy and childbirth and die from these complications compared with white women. Additionally, infants born to Black women are two times more likely to be born premature (<37 weeks of gestation) compared with infants born to white women."
"In the 19th century, J. Marion Sims performed experimental surgery on enslaved Black women without their consent to develop a cure for vesicovaginal fistula. These experiments facilitated the generations of two key health care scripts about Black women in the context of reproductive health care: (1) it is acceptable to perform procedures on Black women without their consent; and (2) Black women have a high tolerance for pain."
"Although there is a plethora of research documenting Black women's experiences of racism and discrimination while navigating perinatal care, much less has been reported regarding the relationship between racism and clinical care through the lens of clinicians' caring for Black women during pregnancy and childbirth."
#feminist#social justice#feminism#current events#current news#black women#protect black women#protect black girls#systemic inequality#systemic injustice#medical bias#medical apartheid#antiblackracism#antiblackness#tw child death#tw pregnancy#history#obstetrics and gynecology#united kingdom
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what happens when sukuna’s precious little jewel actually does get pregnant ???
I’m so glad you asked Anon hehe
Concubine!reader x Sukuna thoughts part 1 here
Tags; Pregnancy, Concubine!fem!Reader, smut below cut, breeding kink, size difference, bit of lactation kink
Sukuna is not surprised when it happens after all the hard work you both put into realizing his dream. He notices a subtle change in your smell, in the energy that pulsates around you when he caresses his hand over your body. A wide grin splits on his face as he lays his hand over your lower stomach, his chest sturdy against your back. He can’t help but nuzzle his face against the side of your head, inhaling more of your intoxicating smell. “It took.”. Those simple words have your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest, looking back at him to ensure you understood correctly. “You’re with child.”
He’s overjoyed with the prospect of having a baby, an heir of his own. He’s more affectionate than he ever was, taking time to settle you close against him, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the growing bump on your stomach. He even caresses your hair and kisses you in an attempt to comfort you when you feel pain, all of it shockingly gentle for Sukuna. In his mind there’s a simple explanation. You did as he wanted, and you continue to do your duty well, ensuring his child is safe and growing strong inside you even when it hurts you, so you should be rewarded for it.
Sukuna has always been wary of others, but with the pregnancy he turns outright paranoid. With the amount of enemies he has he worries that one might now lash out and target you and your baby. He focuses more on maintaining barriers around the house, has someone sample your food in front of him before it’s allowed to be served to you, and you never sleep alone anymore, him always curled protectively against your side. He also decides to dismiss a large portion of his harem, not trusting them to have your best interest in mind. He knows how jealous humans can get, had seen women scratch each others eyes out just to get ahead of the other, and so the only other concubines allowed to stay are the ones you claim are your friends. He still keeps a careful eye on them, only truly allowing it because he knows that when the time comes, you will need women to aid you through it, and he doesn’t trust random midwives more than he trusts them.
Sukuna will spoil you more than ever, making sure you are comfortable in whatever way he can offer. The pregnancy is clearly taking a toll on you, your stomach having grown large and heavy, and he almost worries the size difference between you that excited him so might become the death of you. He carries you basically everywhere the last two months, wrapping you up in his strong arms and doing anything you need of him. It’s quite ironic; you used to be the one helping him get dressed, fawning over your master, and now he does the opposite for you. Though you know it’s out of necessity, it still makes your heart flutter.
That Sukuna is stressed out when you finally give birth is putting it lightly. He waits outside as customary, trying to appear stoic but panicking on the inside at your pained screams. As soon as he hears a baby cry, he barges in, watching as another concubine places the child against your bare chest. He quickly finds himself on his knees beside you, brushing one large hand over your sweaty forehead to comfort you as the other joins you in holding your baby. It’s a daughter, but she’s healthy and strong, screaming her lungs out for a minute more before calming down. You laugh, and he breathes in deeply, knowing you both made it. Relieve makes him bend forward and press a kiss to your forehead, leaning back just in time to see the child’s eyes open. Four in total, just like her father, but with the scarlet stare replaced by the lovely color of your eyes.
It surprises everyone, including you, how much of an involved father he is, holding his baby as often as he can, a large finger prodding at her pouty lips till she smiles and coos. When you apologize to him for not giving him a son, he stares at you blankly, gesturing for you to rise from where you kneel before him, putting one hand on your cheek as two others still cradle your baby. “I don’t need your apology. The child is healthy, and you will give me a son next time.” The surprise is evident on your face as your eyes snap to his. Not only is he being benevolent, but he also just said he wants another child with you. You were afraid he would discard you like a broken toy after this, no longer interesting enough to him, but it seems you still manage to hold your position as his favorite, bringing a smile to your face.
It has to be said that Sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you from the moment that tiny bump appears on your stomach. There’s something about it, about you, that makes every fiber of his being crave touching you. Maybe it’s that famous pregnancy glow, or maybe it’s the fact that he knows he’s the one who fucked a baby into you. You’re his, more clearly now than ever, and it excites him beyond his own comprehension.
Luckily for Sukuna, the hormones coursing through your body have you seeking him out desperately throughout most of your pregnancy. The first few months he fucks you like he wants to ruin you, rutting into you like an addict, but as soon as you really start showing he becomes more gentle. He wouldn’t risk seriously hurting you or his child, often seating you in his lap as he thrusts into you, his mouth lapping at your sweet neck. You still mewl so sweetly for him, so eagerly, and he already knows he might want to do this all over again after you’ve given him his first child.
Sukuna takes such good care of his little jewel, even massaging your poor sore breasts, teasing your aching nipples with his tongue. The changes to your body have him drooling all over you, his hands constantly on your growing breasts or belly. It becomes a guilty pleasure of his to touch you there, enjoying just having you on his lap as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, loving the way you squirm against him.
You find some of the changes quite embarrassing, especially when your breasts start leaking milk as you enter your third trimester. He only grins wolfishly when he notices the wet patches on the fabric covering your breasts, tutting as he pulls you to his chambers. “You need to relieve the pressure, little one.” And of course your benevolent master knows just how to do it, massaging your breasts till more drops come out, making sure he’s right there to help you through it all. This definitely gets far worse after you’ve given birth and your milk fully comes in, aching painfully to be released, Sukuna hot on your heels after ensuring your baby is fed to ‘help’ you.
#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen#tw: pregnancy#smut#jjk sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu sukuna#true form sukuna
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SIMON RILEY WITH A BREEDING KINK.
tw/cw; breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+
simon can't help but crave the love of a baby. he's met your nieces and nephews before and he can't get the sound of their soft giggles out of his head.
it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get simon to agree with to try for a baby. in fact, if anything, he's too eager and immediately perks up at the idea. he'll try different positions and will do plenty of research beforehand, pushing your legs over his shoulder to fuck his hot, creamy load deep into your soft, slick folds.
your fingernails leave marks along simon's fair skin as he pushes inside. it's been a while since you've gone without any form of prevention of pregnancy and protection, and god, it feels so good to feel his veins rub against your soft walls, thrusting in and out while promising the future to you.
his thrusts quicken at the tightness of your velvety wall around his meaty girth, stretching you out as he drives his hips into you repetitively. you whimper out and weep, your nipples perking at the pleasure, small buds stiffening beneath simon's calloused thumbs. he fantasies about seeing milk leak from your nipples while you're pregnant, to see your stomach big and swollen with his babies, to decorate their nursery with his bare hands.
simon is too distracted to think, before he's filling your gummy walls with ropes and strings of his creaminess. your core tightens with your insides sore from his tip hitting against your cervix, leaving you bruised and pleased, a sticky mess left and smeared all over your sex.
and fuck, seeing simon hold his adorable newborn babies was a sight you had always wished to see.
#orla speaks#tw: pregnancy#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod simon riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley fanfiction#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley fanfic#simon riley headcanons#simon riley imagine#simon riley fluff#simon riley x female reader#simon riley smut#mw2 ghost#cod ghost#ghost smut#ghost x reader#cod x reader
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Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader
snapshots masterlist
summary: When you finally start to show, Joel has a tough time with it as the reality sinks in—he’s going to be a father again.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. (TW) PREGNANCY. established relationship. no mention of reader’s age, however in other works for this universe, it is implied she is younger than Joel, her specific age will never be stated so do with that what you will. brief descriptions of a pregnant woman’s changing body, brief mention of morning sickness, mention of breastfeeding (it only comes up in a conversation very briefly) these subjects can possibly be triggering, especially mentions of a changing body, so while i try to handle everything with the utmost care, i still ask that you proceed with caution. domesticity, reader enjoys taking care of her family, ellie is a little shit, grumpy joel, he’s sort of a dick at first? but only because he’s working through some feelings so let’s forgive him, okay?
word count: 3.5k
a/n: this is part of the snapshots universe, but it could absolutely be read as a standalone too. minimal editing, this has been sitting in my drafts and i did a quick edit during my lunch hour, so please excuse any mistakes.
“Shit.”
You almost can’t believe your own two eyes. Staring at your reflection in the large, oval shaped mirror hanging over the porcelain bathroom sink, your gaze widens in complete surprise. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter, turning to the side. It takes your brain about a good minute or two to process, really process, the way that your belly strains against the thin, white cotton of your camisole. It had seemingly swollen overnight—because it hadn’t been this prominent the day before, had it?
Over the last few months, there’d been changes.
Some subtle and some not so subtle.
“Ellie! Stop fucking staring at them,” you’d scolded the teenager late one evening during yours and hers weekly game night. For as hard as you tried focusing on what move you should make next, it was hard to concentrate on the chessboard in front of you when you could feel the way her eyes were fixed on your breasts. “I mean it! Quit staring at my boobs, you little shit.”
She held up her hands, her mouth full of popcorn.
“Hey, in my defense, they’re just fucking there, man. If anything, they’re fucking staring at me, okay?”
During your chess rematch the following week, you had accidentally knocked one of your pawn pieces off of the table. When you’d stood up and bent over to pick it up, she had made the observation that your butt seemed to have gotten a little bigger too.
“Bet Joel’s liking these changes,” Ellie had smirked. “It sure as hell explains why the headboard’s been banging against the wall more than usual lately.”
You threw the pawn at her, smiling in satisfaction when it bounced off her forehead and landed into her glass of lemonade.
One part of your body, however, hadn’t changed.
Not until now.
“Hon, trust me, you have nothing to be worried about,” Maria had assured you with confidence when you had brought up your concerns about your stomach. “Every woman, and every pregnancy, is different. I didn’t start showing until I was around six months, remember?”
“I guess you’re right.” You’d been around four months, then. “Doesn’t help that I haven’t felt the baby move.”
“You will,” Maria had promised. “Just be patient”
Biting your lip, you place a hand on your belly.
It’s always been one of the softer parts of you, but now, it’s firmed into a perfect, round bump.
“Maybe soon I’ll feel you move,” you murmur, giving it a gentle pat. You tug the lace hem of your camisole down as far as it can go and then pull at the elastic waistband of your blue, terry cloth shorts.
Shutting off the lights in the bathroom, you slip out into the bedroom where you find that Joel’s still tangled up in the sheets, fast asleep. He had been assigned to the afternoon patrol route today—normally an early riser, if he was still snoozing, it meant that he really needed the rest. Deciding it was best to let him keep sleeping for a little while longer, you quietly tiptoe out of your shared bedroom and head downstairs into the kitchen.
After making yourself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and one for the kid as well, you prepare the coffee maker for Joel. You spoon dark roast grounds into the filter and set the timer for the coffee to start brewing in thirty minutes.
He should be up by then, you think, pulling a basket of eggs out of the refrigerator.
You’re starting to get used to this. Domesticity.
Despite your protests, Maria had made the decision to pull you off patrol that same afternoon you had shared the news of your pregnancy. “I’m putting you on leave,” she’d told you. “Effective immediately. I don’t want to see you outside of these walls. Got it?”
“That’s not fair, Maria. You were out on patrol until—”
One stern glare from her had shut you right up.
“Fine.”
Sure, you missed it and looked forward to the day when you’d be able to get back into the saddle with your rifle in hand, but this way of life had grown on you. Certainly a lot more than you thought it would.
You enjoyed taking care of the house. Packing Ellie her lunch for school and checking her homework. Having a nice a meal on the table for the three of you to enjoy in the comfort of your own home instead of having to go down to the crowded mess hall for supper because you and Joel were both always much, much too tired after a long day out on patrol to bother with cooking.
With the baby due to arrive in the winter, looking after your little family had become your purpose, and you did not mind it one bit.
As strips of bacon sizzle in one pan on the gas powered stove, you crack a couple of eggs into another, knowing the kid is already on her way downstairs. You can hear the sound of her old, tattered low top sneakers that you have been trying to throw away for almost a year now squeaking on the kitchen tiles just as you finish plating her breakfast.
“Morning!” Ellie pipes, the loud plop of her backpack into a chair prompting you to turn around. “What’s for brea—whoa! Holy shit!” Her brown eyes widen in shock when she sees you and her jaw drops. “Dude.”
“Ellie,” you say her name warningly as you walk over to the table. “Don’t.”
“You’re bigger!”
With a playful glare, you set her plate down, along with her glass of orange juice. “Thanks a lot, you little jerk.” You feign offense. “You’re making your own eggs from now on.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ellie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and she squirms, sputtering apologetically, “I swear, I don’t mean it like that at all. It’s just, your stomach, it didn’t—you didn’t look like this last night, you know?”
She’s fucking lucky that your raging hormones decided to take the morning off duty.
“You look different. I mean, you look great—”
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut up and eat.”
“Deal.”
She shoots you a sheepish grin and sits down, scarfing down her food in her usual manner.
“You get your fractions homework done?”
“Yeah.” Ellie huffs, rolling her eyes. “Took me forever. I was up until fucking midnight.”
Amused, you offer, “Want me to check your work?”
“Sure.”
As Ellie inhales the rest of her breakfast, you pull out a green, single subject notebook from her backpack and look over her homework for miscalculations.
“So, uh, how are you feeling?” she asks after a minute.
“I’m feeling alright. I think the morning sickness finally stopped, so can’t complain.” Shrugging, you close the notebook and stick it into her backpack. “You did good, kid. Only got two problems wrong.”
“Man, I really wish we knew whether it’s a boy or girl,” Ellie mumbles through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “What do you want to have, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Ellie,” you answer, honestly. Clocking the skepticism on her face, you laugh and say, “It’s true. As long as the baby’s healthy, that’s all I care about.” And you mean it. As an expectant mother in the post outbreak world where medicine is scarce, supplies are limited, and the closest thing you have to a hospital is the town’s old clinic, the only thing you can hope for is the smooth, safe delivery of a healthy child.
Before she can say anything, you both catch the sound of Joel’s heavy boots as he descends the staircase.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Uh, has Joel seen you yet?”
Grimacing, you shake your head. “No.”
“Well, I don’t wanna be here for all that awkward,” Ellie says, chugging the rest of her orange juice. She stands up and snatches up her backpack, along with her lunch bag, which you’d packed for her earlier that morning. Just as she’s about to whirl around on the heel of her sneaker and make a run for the front door, she pauses, watching as you make your way back over to the stove to light another flame. “Unless you want me to be?”
“I’ll be fine, Ellie,” you assure her. “Go on, get to school. Maybe you’ll be on time to class for once.”
“If you say so.” She wishes you luck and then bolts out of the kitchen, throwing a quick goodbye at Joel on the way out. “See ya later, old man!”
Nervously, you turn around and start cracking another two eggs into the pan. There’s no telling how he’s going to react.
Joel’s been fairly supportive since you’d found out you were pregnant, considering how unplanned it was. But you know him like the back of your own hand, and you know, despite the numerous times he’s denied it, that it has been weighing heavily on him. Each time you’d try to sit down to talk to him about it, he would brush you off and insist he was fine. But he wasn’t fine.
And you wish he would spit it out and tell you why.
In your periphery, you notice the stained glass butterfly he had hung in front of the window above the sink, the ornament catching and refracting the sunlight. Flecks of color dance across the walls in captivating patterns, brightening the space. You think of the sweet little girl he’d hung it for, the little girl he rarely talks about, that he keeps tucked away safely in his memory.
You bite back a small sigh.
By now, you’ve learned not to push him. Especially not about what he was feeling. He would tell you when he was ready.
“Who the hell lit a fire under her ass this mornin’?” Joel asks gruffly as he walks into the kitchen. “She ain’t ever this fuckin’ eager to go to school.”
“Not sure,” you reply in the most nonchalant tone you can muster as you use a spatula to scramble the eggs. Transferring them onto a plate, you add three strips of bacon, and then pour his coffee. “I have your breakfast ready, Joel. Have a seat.”
You hear a chair scrape against the tile.
“I keep tellin’ you I can make my own breakfast, darlin’.”
“And I keep telling you I don’t mind making it for you,” you quip, and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
Inhaling a deep, calming breath through your nose, you take the plate of eggs and bacon in one hand, and his cup of coffee in the other. Your fingers grasp the handle of his ceramic, owl mug in a near death grip. You exhale slowly, and then turn around to face him.
He sees your swollen middle and stiffens in his chair.
The tension is instantaneous. Palpable.
Uncomfortable.
Awkwardly, you shift from one foot to the other.
“Your belly,” Joel murmurs, a visible tick in his jaw as his gaze drags over your midsection. “S’bigger.”
“Yeah. It is. Guess I’m going to have to start trading for maternity clothes soon,” you remark, shuffling over to the table. Setting down the plate and mug of coffee in front of him, you take a seat across the table. Your eyes try desperately to meet his, but they refuse. There’s no way for you to decipher what he’s thinking. You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Can you please say something?”
He lightly clears his throat. “I’ll take you to Main Street on Saturday,” he tells you, picking up his mug. “I’ve got the day off from patrol. I’ll, uh, pick through some of my own things and see what I don’t need so we can make a trade for some clothes.” He pauses, then offers quietly, “In the meantime, you can wear my shirts. They might be more comfortable for you.”
You flash him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Joel.”
Sipping his coffee, he continues to avoid your gaze.
“Mhm,” is all he says.
Your smile falters.
It’s the middle of August.
The afternoon heat is sweltering. Unforgiving.
“Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ scorcher,” Tommy sighs, glancing over towards the lake where his mare, Maxine, is taking a drink beside his brother’s stallion, Phoenix. His raven curls are damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. “Hotter than the devil’s fuckin’ balls out here, ain’t it?”
He’s met with silence.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Joel leaning against a tree, his rifle in hand as he stares at the Grand Tetons in the distance almost like he’s in a trance. “Joel?”
Blinking furiously, Joel shakes his head. “Sorry, you say somethin’ to me just now?” He asks in a daze, pushing away from the lodgepole pine. “We headin’ out?”
“You’ve been actin’ real strange all afternoon,” Tommy observes, walking towards him with his own gun slung over his shoulder. “Either the heat is startin’ to get to you, or you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, big brother.”
Joel hesitates. His dark eyes flit to the other side of the lake where the other members of their afternoon patrol group are refilling their canteens with water.
“S’alright,” his younger brother says. “Don’t worry ‘bout them. Can’t hear us.”
Joel’s chest heaves with a heavy sigh. “She popped.”
“Huh?”
“Her belly finally popped. She’s showin’ now.”
Amused, Tommy lightly shakes his head. “Y’shouldn’t be so surprised, Joel. Was ‘bout time,” he remarks with a shrug. “What is she—like six months along now?”
“She’ll be six months in a couple weeks.” Joel wipes the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand and sighs once more. “Look, I ain’t stupid, Tommy. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still caught me by surprise. When I saw her, it became real for me. She’s got my kid in there. I’m gonna be a dad again.”
“You’re scared.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“Shitless,” Joel confesses, feeling his chest tighten.
“What are you afraid of?”
Joel almost laughs.
He doesn’t know where to start.
He’s afraid of everything.
“All of it, Tommy. I’m afraid for her, havin’ to give birth with no medicine,” he tells him, his voice breaking. “I’m afraid I won’t remember what to do with a newborn or that I won’t know how to help her durin’ those first few months—”
“This ain’t your first rodeo,” Tommy reminds him. “You did it once, and you did just fine, Joel.”
“That was over three fuckin’ decades ago. And it was a different world. If Sarah—” He stops, taking a second to catch his breath. The image of his daughter’s little face flashing in his mind feels like a violent punch to the gut. Even after all this time, it still knocks all of the wind out of his lungs. “When her mom had trouble breastfeedin’ her, I could head to the grocery store and buy her baby formula. If she got a real bad fever, I could load her up in the truck and drive her to the emergency room.” He glances down at his broken watch. “Besides, I was a lot younger, then. And I wasn’t half fuckin’ deaf like I am now. When Sarah would wake up cryin’ in the middle of the night because she needed a diaper change, I’d hear her. What if I can’t hear my own kid cryin’?”
“Joel—”
“I’m in my fifties. What if I can’t keep up because I’m too fuckin’ old?”
Tommy reaches out, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
“Brother, I need you to take a fuckin’ breath,” he says, chuckling softly. “You’re puttin’ the weight of the world of your shoulders right now—you need to put some of it down. Look, we might not have everythin’ we used to before the world ended, but we make do with what we do have. Considerin’ just how many growin’ families we have and how many little ones we’ve got runnin’ around our town, I’d say it’s workin’ out pretty fuckin well.” He gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “And as far as your ability to be a good dad, you’ve still got it, Joel. You know what to do, and so does she. I’ve seen her in action with my little boy, and it seems like she’s already got those maternal instincts, y’know?”
“Yeah, she does,” Joels agrees quietly, thinking of how you had stepped up to help him care for Ellie.
“Trust me, between the two of you, it’ll be alright.”
He peers at him. “You really believe I still got it in me?”
“I do.” Tommy smiles. “You never stopped knowin’ how to be a father, Joel. You’re gonna be just fine.”
Their patrol shift extends into the evening, turning into a double, and it’s late when he gets home.
“What the hell are you still doin’ up?” Joel asks when he finds Ellie sitting at the kitchen table, cursing to herself as she flips through the stale, yellowing pages of an old life science text book.
“What does it fucking look like, man?”
“Shouldn’t have waited until the last minute, kiddo—”
Ellie holds up a hand and cuts him off.
“Save the lecture for another time, dude. I’m busy.”
Joel rolls his eyes. “Finish up and get to bed. S’late.”
Without waiting for some smartass response, he turns on the heel of his boot and then heads upstairs to your shared bedroom. He flips on the lights only to find that you’re already in bed, fast asleep, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. He toes off his boots and leaves them by the door, being as quiet as he possibly can as he rummages through his top drawer for some clean boxers to sleep in.
He slips into the bathroom where he takes a quick, hot shower, scrubbing off that day’s sweat, dirt, and grime. After he’s dressed and his sopping wet, salt and pepper curls are haphazardly towel dried, Joel walks back out into the bedroom where he switches off the lights and climbs into bed next to you.
He lays on his side and he’s just about to close his eyes when he feels a light shift beside him. You roll over and curl into him, your belly pressing up against his curve of his spine.
He stiffens, freezing as if someone had just placed the barrel of their pistol against his back, their finger over the trigger.
Christ, get a damn grip, he thinks silently to himself.
Joel thinks about that morning in the kitchen.
He knows his reaction had hurt you. Or rather, his lack of a reaction. His shitty ways of coping aren’t your fault, and his struggle to come to terms with your pregnancy sure as hell isn’t your fault, either. He owed it to you to try harder to be the man you needed.
The man you both needed.
Joel’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels a soft flutter against his middle of his back, the spot right where your tummy is nestled—did the baby just move?
He lies still, waiting to see if he feels it again, and when he doesn’t, he rolls over to face you, causing you to stir.
“Joel?” you mumble his name, sleepily. “What time—?”
“Shh,” Joel soothes, pulling you into his bare chest. He kisses your temple. “S’okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
Within seconds, you’re asleep again, snuggled into him and snoring softly.
Lifting a hand, he hesitates, then rests it on your belly.
He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until the minutes turn into hours.
Until dawn’s light filters in through the lace curtains.
Until he finally feels that little flutter again.
He feels it against the palm of his hand. Faint, nothing more than a brief whisper against his skin, but there is no mistaking it.
He’d just felt the baby’s movement.
There’s a sudden shift.
Tense muscles that had been painfully wound up since the moment you’d mentioned to him your period was a week late back in the spring loosen slightly—the breath he had been holding since he’d picked up that positive pregnancy test from the bathroom counter finally falls from his lips, fanning over yours.
His fears, his worries, his uncertainties about what lies ahead, they’re all still there, of course, but he finds they are now accompanied by a glimmer of hope, a sliver of optimism that maybe, just maybe, Joel doesn’t have to be as afraid as he is.
Joel’s eyes glaze over your face, warmth radiating in his chest when you breathe a little a sigh of content in your sleep as he gently rubs your stomach through his shirt.
With his hand still splayed over your belly, he closes his eyes and begins to drift off, falling into the most decent sleep he’s had in the last few months.
Maybe his brother’s right.
Maybe he will be just fine.
divider credit to @saradika 🤍
#tw pregnancy#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x pregnant reader#joel miller one shot#joel miller drabble#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#fic: snapshots
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Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna headcanons
After seeing this fanart, a sweet anon sent me this prompt: "Imagine that you are a simple girl in another tribe who attracted the leader Sukuna who at that moment came to negotiate with the leader of your tribe, he became interested in you and decided to make you his wife and cooperate with your people. So you left with him and began to live with him and give birth to his heirs."
Thank you so much for sending me this! When I saw the art, I was thinking of something along those lines, too! The picture reminded me of the tv show Vikings, so the following headcanons take place in that time.
Pairing: Viking!Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: Smut + fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, arranged/forced marriage, virginity loss, blood, breeding, pregnancy, slight lactation kink, having children, miscarriage (Sukuna comforts reader afterwards. He doesn't just want her because of the heirs she can give him), general mentions of violence and human sacrifices. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared for his ruthlessness in battle and his strength that seems almost god-like. All the other tribes try to stay on his good side and forge alliances with him instead of giving him a reason to burn down their towns.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who looks so intimidating when he comes to visit your settlement. Tall and broad-shouldered with all those buff muscles on display and the bones of his enemies decorating his clothes.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you can't take your eyes off when you and the rest of your tribe gather in your leader's throne room and watch the negotiations. He sends shivers down your spine, but not just in a fear-inducing way, if you are honest. He is so enticing. Powerful and intelligent, and so attractive.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a beautiful man. His face is too pretty for a warrior. Not even his scars and tribal tattoos can hide his beauty. A smug smirk lifts the corners of his lips, and his voice is calm and confident. He moves gracefully like a big cat, beautiful but deadly. He is the most stunning man you have ever seen, and you hang on every word that falls from his lips as if he carries ancient magic in his voice.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose icy blue eyes scan the crowd slowly, glittering like two precious jewels in the firelight illuminating the crowded room. Your breath catches in your throat when that intense gaze lands on you. You feel like a small animal trapped in the gaze of its hunter. Should you lower your head to show him your respect? Or will he take affront if you dare to look at anything else but him?
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes the decision away from you when he smirks at you and laughs softly before he turns his attention back to your leader.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who announces his conditions for a peace treaty in a confident, demanding tone. The voice of a man who is used to getting what he wants. A man who knows he is too powerful to get turned down.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who suddenly points a long tattoed finger at you and speaks the words that will flip your whole world upside down, "And I want her."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your heart drop with his demand, but all you can do is stare at him in a mix of fear and excitement. A murmur runs through the crowd, and already, several hands are pressing against your back, shoving you towards Sukuna, making you stumble and screech as you are about to fall at his feet.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who catches you before you hit the ground, his muscular arms holding you easily, an amused smirk lighting up his handsome face, light blue eyes glittering in amusement as he drawls teasingly, "Aww, someone's eager to become my little wife, huh?"
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you sit on his lap that evening when a big feast is held in his honor and to seal the peace treaty with your tribe. You barely dare breathe, full of fear as you sit on his strong, muscled thighs, gasping when one of his large hands wanders under your skirt to squeeze your thigh possessively.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has two of his men stand guard in front of your door so no one will attack his future wife or maybe to prevent you from sneaking away. But you aren't even sure you want to run from him. Who are you here in your current tribe anyway? Just another orphan who grew up to help on one of the farms. Isn't this new role much more important? To be the bride of Ryomen Sukuna? To be a means that allows your tribe to prosper and ensures peace and trade with Sukuna?
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large hand has a firm, unrelenting grip on your arm as he leads you to his horse the next morning. But he lets you say goodbye to all your loved ones, taking their blessings and well wishes with you before your future husband helps you onto his horse.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a rough man, but whose hands are surprisingly gentle when he lifts you onto the back of his giant horse. He sits behind you, his firm muscles pressing against your back, rippling with every move he makes. His muscular buff arms cage you in, keeping you captive or keeping you safe. You can't tell which one of the two it is.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes a conflict rage in your chest. On the one hand, you are scared of this dangerous big man who has the power to just demand to have you as if you are some cattle. On the other hand, you can't deny that small hidden part of you that feels excited that such a powerful and attractive man desires you enough to want to make you his wife.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your pulse flutter nervously when you feel his strong arms around you and hear him order his men around with his low, velvety voice, telling them to find a good resting place for the night.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses you roughly on that first night. His large hands that cup your face are calloused, but his lips are warm, and his tongue is soft and so skilled when he pries your mouth open and licks into it. It's nothing like the shy, clumsy kisses you shared with the boys in your settlement. Sukuna is a feared warrior, a powerful tribe leader, someone who people believe is actually the son of a god. And you can feel all that in his kiss. Deep and intense, making your head spin and your body brim with a desire you have never felt before.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rides with you again the next day and trails teasing kisses down your neck to pass the time during the long ride. You are sure he is fully aware of what he is doing to you. How he makes your heart race and makes a mix of fear and arousal throb in your veins. Especially when he grabs your chin to tilt your face up and capture your lips in a heated, wet kiss, licking unashamedly into your mouth in front of his men, showing everyone that you are his.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who whispers in your ear, "Are you scared of me, my little wife?" and then breaks out in loud, barking laughter when you exhale shakily and tell him, "Only a fool wouldn't be scared of you... but maybe I am also flattered that you picked me, my lord."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who still chuckles while his tongue licks a lazy stripe up the side of your neck, and he huskily tells you, "I am not a lord. I am a god. And I saw a goddess right there in that shabby throne room. I had to take you with me. It was a sign from the gods. You will give me such strong and beautiful children. Together, we can conquer the whole world."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who forces himself to keep his hands off you before your wedding night as a show of respect to the gods, but who lets you feel his desire for you when he hugs you from behind and presses his hardness against you once you have moved into his house.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has you dressed in the finest garments for your wedding day. A beautiful red dress lined with gorgeous white ermine fur that was specifically made for you. Your neck, wrists, and ears are decorated with glittering gold and precious gemstones.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you squeal when he swoops you up into his muscular arms and carries you into the ceremony hall, accompanied by the loud cheers of his people. Your hand is shaking when you exchange wedding rings with him, but you stay brave, speaking your vows and taking Sukuna's heavy sword when he offers it to you as his promise to protect you.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who sacrifices several of his enemies to the gods to ask for their blessings for your marriage and your fertility. He looks scary with the pattern painted onto his face with fresh blood. But at the same time, it makes him look feral in a way that makes an unknown heat throb between your legs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shares his food and mead with you on the decadent feast held after the wedding ceremony, where you sit on the throne next to his. One of his strong arms stays wrapped around your waist the whole evening, and the deep glances he sends your way make your skin tingle with anticipation.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes your virginity that night, making you cry out in pain when his thick cock splits you open for the first time. But his lips silence your cry, and soon you make other noises. Loud moans of pleasure fall from your lips as your new husband moves inside you with deep and sure thrusts that hit a spot inside you that makes you scratch the broad muscles of his back and arch up against Sukuna's huge body. Your cunt throbs around his cock as you find the sweetest and most intense release you ever had.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who afterward pushes two of his long fingers into your used cunt to push his seed back into you, leaning down to kiss you savagely and murmuring in your ear that he wants to see your belly hard and swollen with his heirs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who paints his clan symbols on your face with a mix of your virginal blood and his cum, telling you that you are his forever and that you are blessed by the gods now too after taking his seed into you.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is so proud when you show the first signs of pregnancy.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who becomes extremely protective and possessive now that you carry his heir. Who worships your body every night, cupping and kissing your swollen breasts, licking at the drops of milk that already spill from them, telling you it tastes like the nectar of the gods.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large rough hands caress your swollen belly gently, who kisses it, and talks to your unborn child, telling his son, as he predicts, that he will be born under the blessing of the gods. That he will become a great leader and a god himself one day.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is triumphant when your first child is a boy with pink hair and a strong build and loud voice. A future leader just like his father. The first heir of many more to follow.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared by everyone but treats his wife and newborn child with a gentleness that surprises you. He asks you to let him hold your baby and carry him in his strong arms. And the way Sukuna looks at your child tells you that he doesn't just see little Yuuji as an heir but as someone who has Sukuna's heart.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose hungry and proud gaze follows you for days until he has you under him again, fucking you with hard, deep thrusts, moaning loudly, and pumping you full of his seed over and over again. "You gave me such a strong heir, my love. I know you'll give me so many more."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rushes to your side when you have a miscarriage during your second pregnancy. Who hugs you to his broad chest, wipes the sweat and blood off you, and cradles you in his arms.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses your tears away and reassures you when you are scared he will kick you out if you won't give him more heirs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shakes his head and tells you, "I mourn our unborn child, but I thank the gods for not taking my beloved wife away from me too. You are more to me than just a vessel that gives birth to my heirs. You are my wife, my companion, the one who the gods sent to me as my soulmate. I love you. Even if we have no more children, I will never take a new wife."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you see in a new light after the reassurance and love he gave you on that day. And suddenly, you find yourself falling in love with your husband, too. You treat him more tenderly. You caress his soft hair when the two of you cuddle in your bed to keep each other warm. You kiss the tattoos on his face and smile at him, your heart fluttering when Sukuna smiles back at you and pulls you into a slow, tender kiss. You will never forget the happiness in his eyes when you tell him you love him too.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who fucks you thoroughly that night until the two of you are sweating and rolling around on top of the warm furs, kissing and caressing each other needily while he fills you with his hot seed until you are overflowing from it.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is delighted when you give birth to your second child, and that child looks like the perfect mix of the two of you. He grins at you and tells you that this is clearly a child of love, conceived on the night you confessed your love to him.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is actually a caring husband who truly treasures you. Who likes to spend his nights with you wrapped under the warm furs, making slow love while he kisses you deeply, rolling his hips with those slow, languid moves that make you sob his name and come undone so sweetly on his cock.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who likes to hold you in his strong arms afterward, with your head resting on his broad chest and your small fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest and abs. He loves to talk to you for hours every night, telling you all about his day, about his current worries and plans, about political things and battle tactics, trusting you with all his secrets.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose love fills you with warmth even on the coldest winter days. Your heart is held securely in his strong hands. And you know that no one will dare lay a hand on you or your children in fear of Sukuna's wrath. His strength and power make you feel safe here in your new home.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who teaches you how to enjoy sex to the fullest. Who teaches you how to ride his cock and his face. Who teaches you how to take from him too. Because he is your husband, and that means he belongs to you just as much as you belong to him.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who trusts you with ruling in his place during his absence. Who declares that anyone who disrespects you will get sacrificed to the gods.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who keeps you on his thick, strong cock all night before he has to leave for one of his various exploration trips or battles, savoring you to the fullest. Making sure to fuck you so good that you will still feel him for days after he set sail.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who pulls you into his arms one last time before he boards the ship, kissing you deep and long. And there is this burning love in his blue gaze when he tells you, "I will do anything in my power to come back to you, my love. I have the gods on my side. But if, for whatever reason, they should decide it is my time to enter Valhalla, then I want you to know that I will wait there until you join the afterlife, too, and I will come find you, no matter where you are."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who luckily doesn't go to Valhalla and always comes back to you with more scars on his gorgeous body but with the same love in his eyes.
AAAHHH I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! This became much longer than I intended, but I really miss the show Vikings, and I love Viking!Sukuna to an insane amount, so it is what it is ;) This was, once again, very self-indulgent, but hopefully, some of my fellow Sukuna lovers will enjoy it too! Thank you so much to the nice anon who sent me that prompt!
Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#jjk smut#jjk fluff#sukuna x you#tw pregnancy#tw miscarriage
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Just imagining about how Bakugou loves seeing his pretty little pregnant wife fuss about him. He loves when you come to visit him in the office, he loves it when you bring him some your food and drink for him to have for lunch, he loves seeing you waddle over to him.
He loves it even more when you bring your first child with him. He loves seeing your two’s 2 year old daughter with your hair texture but his hair colour and his eye shape but your eye colour just look up at him. He feels as if he is falling in love all over again.
And if he sees anyone - and I mean anyone - even look at you funny, he will find a way to get rid of them.
Don’t even get me started on how he reacts hearing your in labour. He’s doing paper work, hears the phone ring and just picks up. “What?” Then he hears your whimpering crying cause your water broke and your in pain and your due date isn’t for another 3 weeks.
He rushes out of his office and everyone just moves out of his way. He is a panting mess when he finally gets to you in the hospital, holding your hand tightly as you give birth to your baby boy.
Let’s just say he is not happy his boy came early. It almost felt as if because your body kept your daughter two two weeks longer, your body decided to even the scales and make you give birth to your son early.
Bakugou’s blood pressure is so high all because this baby came early.
His son proves to be a trouble maker, having his hair texture but your hair colour and having Bakugou’s eyes. This little shit learnt how to walk early and his word was fuck.
Turns out his little angel of a daughter was trying to him to say shit.
He is utterly outraged.
But not surpised.
He does have to comfort you from though, considering your a crying mess that your baby didn’t say mama first.
Honestly though he can’t wait to put a third one in ya. He misses seeing you waddle.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#x reader#Bakugou x reader#Katsuki Bakugou x reader#Bakugou Katsuki x reader#Bakugo x reader#Bakugo Katsuki x reader#Katsuki Bakugo x reader#reader is female#tw pregnancy#tw childbirth
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#PLEASE THE RECEIPTS WITH THE TWEET HE MADE ABOUT SLAVERY... LITERALLY#queen of england#queen elizabeth#🦀#i need a text post tag#tw omegaverse#tw pregnancy mention#edit: tired of this post fr this is a castiel post now
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imagining blue collar könig nd im going a bit feral rn 🧑🦯 ijk that man will get you pregnant any chance he can get
tw heavy breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnant sex.
blue collar!könig who gets off on being the cause of your wide hips and full, heavy breasts. goes insane seeing you walk around the house barefoot and swollen with his offspring, your soft, plump body a telltale sign of how well taken care of you are by your husband. a sick, possessive side of him loves knowing that when you're out in public, it's apparent that you're taken and claimed by him in every way, that his children are growing inside you.
pregnancy has granted you an ethereal glow that makes it impossible to say no to you, his cock chubbing up at the sight of you so domesticated for him. it doesn't help that your pregnancy hormones have you sopping wet and ready for it all hours of the day, keen on spreading your legs for him as soon as be gets home from work, begging for him to stuff you and make your cramps go away. and who is he to deny the mother of his children in her time of need? it's his duty as his husband to take care of you.
he fucks you as much as he can, the positions getting more and more accommodating as your stomach grows, but no less filthy and desperate on both ends. he helps relieve the pain in your tender breasts by sucking at your sensitive, leaky nipples while his cock pistons inside you, pumping your full womb while he laps at your sweet milk.
he falls in love with your wailing, chubby baby the minute you give birth, and it gets harder to adhere to the doctors orders of abstinence the more he sees how well you take to motherhood. he settles for eating you out after he's put the baby to sleep, helping you relax in the best way after a long night of staying up and tending to them. if you're up for it, he'll have you push your soft tits together so he can rut his hard dick into them, his thick cum mixing with your pearly milk.
however, the moment you come home from your follow up appointment after being given the okay, he's bending you over the nearest surface, intent on knocking you up again. promises to dote and take care of you all over again, as long as you give him another baby (or two or three.) doesn't let you off his cock until he's sure it'll take, only satisfied when your womb is bloated with his seed and your pregnancy tests come back positive. <3
#this is a V old request im sorry. but i agree.#bella writes⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#dad!könig#konig cod#tw pregnancy#tw breeding kink#tw lactation kink#konig x reader#konig call of duty#könig cod#konig x you#könig x reader#konig x y/n#konig smut#könig call of duty#cod smut#könig fanfiction#könig x you#könig x y/n#könig mw2
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