hello, do you plan on doing a breedvember for 2026? i found out about it too late this year (◞‸◟,)
If I can scorunge up enough prompts between now and November, probably haha, but don't be afraid, you can still use the current prompts and post to the the collection if you'd like!
A big thank you to everyone that participated in Breedvember! I'm so happy with the traction it recieved for a first time event and also 273 fics posted to the AO3 Collection!
Hopefully we can do it all again next year haha.
In the meanwhile the collection will remain open for anyone still filling our prompts or for those people who get inpsiration in the future.
And once again a big thank you to @bluemingqueen and @slinkyagogo for all their help with the event.
11.21, breedvember friday three – pony feat. yuji terushima
summary: when your friends drag you to magic mike live for your bachelorette night, the last person you expect to see onstage is yuji terushima, your reckless high school friend, the guy you hooked up with during your last summer break and never truly got over. the moment he recognizes you in the crowd, the energy shifts, pulling you back into a tension you thought you'd left behind and turning a harmless night out into something far more complicated.
cw: MDNI, nsfw, magic mike live dancer!terushuma x bride to be!reader, seduction, jealous yuji, cheating, p in v, rough sex, semi-public, mating press, claiming/marking/possessiveness, breeding kink, choking, creampie, all characters are 18+
song: pony – ginuwine
the bass thrummed a primal rhythm through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your sequined heels and into your very bones. glitter rained from the ceiling like a cosmic shower, catching the spotlights in a dazzling, chaotic display. this was it. your bachelorette party. one last night of glorious, unadulterated chaos before you officially traded late-night drunken texts for sensible mortgage discussions. your friends had plastered a ridiculous bride-to-be sash across your chest, making you a beacon of imminent matrimony in the darkened theater. you were ready for a night of harmless fun, maybe a few suggestive hip thrusts, a bit of eye candy, and enough material to embarrass your fiancé for years to come.
then the lights dropped, plunging the stage into a pregnant hush. the music swelled, a familiar, throbbing beat, and a single spotlight pierced the darkness.
and then he stepped out.
the air punched out of your lungs. it was like a ghost had materialized, only this ghost was impossibly solid, impossibly there. blonde hair slicked back from his forehead, catching the light like spun gold, his tongue piercing glinting a dangerous secret. his body, always lean and athletic in high school, was now a chiseled landscape of muscle, sharper, more defined than you remembered. he moved with an almost predatory grace, a smirk already playing on his lips, confident and arrogant and utterly, undeniably him.
he scanned the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the screaming women, the flashing phones, the sea of glittering anticipation. and then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his eyes landed on you. front row. sash. the ring on your finger, catching the stage lights like a tiny, defiant star.
his smirk faltered, just for a split second. his eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock, then something else, something dark and hungry, snapped into place. and just like that, the entire performance changed.
the opening notes dropped, deep and suggestive, and yuji moved. every hip roll, every slow grind, every filthy, controlled undulation of his body was directed straight at you. his gaze, hot and possessive, repeatedly flicked down to your left hand, to the ring, as if it personally offended him. he wasn't just dancing, he was communicating. he was saying, i see you. i remember you. and i bet you're still mine.
your friends were screaming, oblivious, lost in the sheer spectacle of it all. "oh my god, he's looking at you!" one of them shrieked, elbowing your side. you could only manage a choked sound in response, your throat suddenly dry.
then came the chair segment. usually, it was a random selection, a lucky draw from the shrieking masses. but yuji didn't even pretend to look around. his eyes locked on yours, his lips curving into that familiar, dangerous smile, and he pointed directly, intentionally at you.
the crowd erupted. your friends lost their collective minds, practically shoving you forward. "go, go, go!" they chanted, their voices a deafening roar. your legs felt like jelly, but some primal instinct propelled you forward. he took your hand without hesitation, his grip firm and warm, guiding you to the lone chair in the center of the stage as if he'd dreamed about this moment for years.
the music slowed, the beat deepening, becoming more intimate. he sank to his knees between yours, his palms warm against your thighs, just above your knees. your breath hitched, a tiny, ragged sound. he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his scent, a mix of sweat, cologne, and something distinctly yuji, filling your senses.
"did you miss me?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
what followed wasn't a performance, it was a reckoning. his hips moved, a slow, deliberate threat. his hands gripped your thighs like he was claiming territory, his thumbs tracing scorching paths on your skin. his body rolled against yours with years of unresolved tension, every controlled grind a testament to a past that had never truly ended. the audience saw a dancer giving a bride-to-be the show of her life. but you felt him trembling with something darker, jealousy, raw want, the memory of that summer, that reckless, explosive summer that had ruined everything and set you on separate paths.
he held you through the slow, heavy beats, his forehead brushing your shoulder once, his jaw tight, the tongue ring catching the lights when he bit back a smile that was more like a warning. when the routine finally ended, he lifted you from the chair, but he didn't let go of your hand. his thumb brushed over the engagement ring on your finger, a deliberate, challenging caress, before he finally released you.
you stumbled back to your seat, shaking, your pulse still synced to the bass. your thighs pressed together, a silent confession that he knew exactly what he was doing, and you had reacted exactly the way he expected. your friends were still screaming, oblivious in their bachelorette bliss. but yuji didn't look at the crowd. he looked at you. and there was something in his expression that made your stomach flip, something that said the routine wasn't enough, that he wasn't done with you.
so when your friends, high on adrenaline and cheap champagne, dragged you backstage for photos and autographs after the show, you already knew what was coming. and so did he.
the backstage area was a chaotic labyrinth of half-dressed men, discarded costumes, and the lingering scent of sweat and cologne. your friends were giddy, fawning over the dancers, snapping selfies. you, however, felt a strange sense of inevitability as yuji, still shirtless, his chest glistening, maneuvered through the crowd and found you.
"bride-to-be, huh?" he drawled, his eyes glinting. he leaned against a prop wall, arms crossed, his gaze never leaving yours. "didn't think you were the settling down type."
"funny," you shot back, trying to sound nonchalant, "i didn't think you were the stripping type."
he chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent another shiver down your spine. "gotta pay the bills somehow, sweetheart. besides, you seemed to enjoy the show." his eyes dropped to your mouth, then back up to meet your gaze, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "especially the private performance."
your friends, finally catching on to the tension, started making excuses to wander off, sensing the electric charge in the air. soon, it was just the two of you, the noise of the backstage fading into a distant hum.
"what do you want, yuji?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
he pushed off the wall, closing the distance between you in two strides. his hand reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a jolt through you. "what i want?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. "i want to know what the fuck you think you're doing getting married to someone else." his eyes, dark and intense, burned into yours. "after everything. after us."
"there was no us, yuji," you tried to argue, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears. "it was one summer. a mistake."
he scoffed, a bitter sound. "a mistake that felt like the most right thing i'd ever done. and you felt it too." he leaned in, his breath warm on your lips. "you felt it when i had you screaming my name, just like you felt it tonight when i was grinding against you."
his words were a challenge, a provocation, and something inside you snapped. all the years of buried feelings, all the "what ifs" and "if onlys" exploded to the surface. "and what if i did?" you retorted, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperate desire. "what's it to you? you walked away."
"i walked away because you made me," he snarled, his eyes flashing. "you got scared. said we were too reckless, too much trouble. said you wanted something safe. well, here's your safe, right here." he tapped your ring finger, his touch lingering. "and it looks like a fucking cage to me."
before you could respond, he leaned in, his mouth crashing down on yours. it was a brutal, hungry kiss, years of unspoken words and repressed desire exploding between you. his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, deepening the angle. your lips parted, a gasp escaping you, and his tongue plunged in, exploring every curve, every crevice, tasting like sin and memory.
you responded without thinking, your hands gripping his bare shoulders, your fingers digging into the hard muscle. he tasted like mint and sin, like everything you'd tried to forget and everything you secretly craved. he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice ragged. "you still taste the same, fucker. sweet and dangerous."
he backed you up against the cool concrete wall, his body pressing into yours, hard and insistent. "this is what you want," he whispered, his hips grinding against your crotch, igniting a fire low in your belly. "this is what you've always wanted. don't lie to me, don't lie to yourself."
"yuji, i can't," you gasped, though your body was already betraying you, arching into his touch.
"yes, you can," he growled, his lips moving to your neck, biting down lightly, just enough to send a shiver of pain and pleasure through you. "and you will." he pulled at the sash on your chest, tearing it in two with a savage rip. "no bride tonight. just mine."
he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a dimly lit storage room, a forgotten corner of the backstage chaos. the door clicked shut, plunging you into an intimate darkness, broken only by the sliver of light from under the door.
he wasted no time. his hands were everywhere, pulling at your clothes, tearing them away with a frantic urgency that mirrored your own. your dress was a crumpled heap on the floor, your heels kicked off. you were naked in seconds, standing before him, vulnerable and exposed, but also utterly unashamed.
he gazed at you, his eyes burning, a raw, primal hunger in their depths. "god, you're still perfect," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. he ran his hands over your curves, cupping your ass, pulling you flush against his erection. "so fucking perfect."
he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and carried you to a makeshift cot in the corner, probably used by exhausted crew members. he tossed you onto it, the springs groaning in protest, and you landed on your back, looking up at him as he loomed over you, a shadow against the dim light.
"look at you," he rasped, his voice a guttural growl. "all spread out f'me. jus' like you used to be."
he didn't wait for an answer. he kissed you again, deeply, bruisingly, his tongue battling with yours. his hands went to your thighs, gripping them firmly, pulling them up and pressing them against your chest. your legs were splayed wide, your most intimate parts exposed, vulnerable, aching for him.
"you're so fucking wet f'me," he growled, his fingers brushing against your slick folds, making you gasp. "even now. even when you're supposed to be someone else's."
he positioned himself, his hard dick pressing against your entrance, hot and insistent. "m'gonna make you remember," he whispered, his voice dark with possessiveness. "every inch of me. every gasp. every moan."
he drove into you, a single, powerful thrust that sent a shockwave through your entire body. you cried out, a strangled moan that was half pain, half pure, unadulterated pleasure. he filled you completely, stretching you, taking you in a way no one else ever had.
"fuck, yes," he grunted, his hips beginning to move, slow and deliberate at first, then picking up speed. "that's it, baby. take all of me."
he held your thighs pressed against your chest, his grip unrelenting, forcing you into a deep, primal angle. his thrusts were hard and relentless, each one driving him deeper, making your hips lift off the cot. the springs creaked a frantic rhythm beneath you, mirroring the frantic beat of your heart.
"you're mine," he panted, his voice raw, his eyes dark with obsession. "say it. say you're mine."
"mm, y-yuji," you gasped, unable to form coherent words, lost in the overwhelming sensations.
he leaned down, his mouth latching onto your neck, biting down hard, leaving a stinging mark. then another, lower, on your collarbone, claiming you, marking you, leaving evidence of his possession. "say it, goddamnit!" he growled, his hips slamming into you, making you see stars.
"fuck, yuji—yours, i'm yours!" you screamed, the words torn from your throat, a desperate, guttural admission.
he let out a triumphant roar, his thrusts becoming even more savage, more desperate. he leaned in again, his hand going to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it, applying enough pressure to make your breath catch.
"look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "look at me while i make you cum."
you met his gaze, your eyes wide, teary with pleasure and a hint of fear. he tightened his grip, just a fraction, cutting off your air, and the world swam. the pleasure intensified, becoming almost unbearable, a dizzying rush that sent you spiraling.
"you like that, don't you?" he rasped, his eyes burning into yours. "you like it when i take control."
your hips bucked against his, your body arching, desperate for release. he continued to choke you, his thumb pressing into your windpipe, and the climax hit you like a tidal wave, washing over you, making you scream his name, a broken, primal sound.
he groaned, a deep, guttural sound from the back of his throat, and then he pulled out of you, just enough to look at your soaking wet pussy. "m'gonna breed you," he snarled, his eyes wild with a possessive fire. "gonna fill you up so full, you'll feel me inside you for weeks."
he plunged back in, deeper than before, and then, with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, a hot, thick gush that filled you to overflowing. you cried out, clutching at his back, your nails digging into his skin. he collapsed onto you, his body heavy, breath ragged, his dick still buried deep inside you.
he kissed your neck, then your shoulder, then the hickey he'd just left on your collarbone. "see?" he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "you're still mine. always mine."
you lay there, breathless, your body trembling, the sticky warmth of him pooling inside you. the cot creaked with every shudder of your body. the world outside the small room, your friends, your fiancé, your wedding, all seemed impossibly far away. in this moment, with yuji's weight on you, his scent filling your nostrils, and his seed warming your womb, there was only him. and the terrifying, exhilarating realization that he was right. you were still his. and this reckless, years-in-the-making hookup threatened to shatter the life you were supposed to be stepping into.
girl, when i break you off
i promise that you won't want to get off
there's this one yuji fanfic that lives in my head rent free ever since i read it like, four or five years ago on spirit. the title was also "pony" and this mf was a fucking pornstar in it. diabolical, right?! i tried to find the story so i could credit the author for inspiring me (and read it again), but i think they deleted it :( lowkey ruined my friday, but i hope you liked magic mike!yuji <3 last bvmbr story coming next week with my baby satori!
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(consensual somnophilia, riding, top Hob/bottom Dream) 429 words
To say that Dream wants a baby would be an understatement. It doesn't come close to the raw, animal need inside his chest. Maybe it would be closer to the fact to say that he needs a baby; needs Hob’s baby inside him like he needs air in his lungs.
Hob knows, and understands. He's just as enthusiastic about the project himself. 90% of his daydreams involve the image of Dream already pregnant: arching his back against the weight of it, rubbing his hands over the heavy curve, his small body struggling against the new burden.
But as much as he'd like to, Hob can't spend every single hour focused on getting Dream pregnant. There are other necessities, like working and eating and sleeping.
But that doesn't stop Dream from putting in 100% of his attention and action into the work. He's determined. Determined, even, to take Hob’s cock inside him at 2 o'clock in the morning. While Hob sleeps on, snoring lightly and dreaming of familiar wet warmth.
Dream straddles him carefully, limbs planted firmly onto the bed so that his weight is evenly balanced. His pert arse brushes the top of Hob’s thighs each time he bears down, but he resists the urge to touch his lover's naked chest. Hob is somewhat ticklish. The irony is amusing, that he could sleep through his cock being milked by Dream’s tight cunt, but a bit of light petting might wake him up.
Dream is sleepy, too, if he's entirely honest. But he feels so empty without a full, sticky load inside him. He won't rest until he's full. He has a good feeling about this one, besides – like it might be the one that finally seals the deal. Hob’s cock is already leaking thickly inside him and it makes Dream shiver with excitement.
Hob sighs and turns his head on the pillow. He's getting close, and Dream makes sure to squeeze his walls even tighter. Excitement builds in his chest. This time, surely, it will work.
The way Hob snores his way through his orgasm is… really quite adorable. Although Dream is more focused on the task of making sure that all his cum stays inside. He braces himself against the mattress with one hand and uses the other to push two fingers inside himself, plugging himself tightly while he dismounts from Hob’s body and lies down beside him.
A job well done, he thinks. And he'll happily do it all again, when Hob wakes up. Because Dream is going to give Hob a baby – and that's a fact.
So, all the thanks to both @vals-lente and @breedvember for letting me combine both for my submissions. You guys are epic and awesome and the best.
So, for Breedvember- this is for both of the prompts on Day 5- Cum Inflation and Ovulation Cycle / Fertility Window.
For Monstertober- Monster- Multiple Limbs, Setting- Hospital, Random Word- Madness.
Rated NSFW. Heads up, this is a long fic because it's porn/smut with feelings, lots and lots of feelings from a very sensitive alien who is practically a golden retriever puppy inside of a scary deathworlder body, who is just trying his best to keep his human diguise on to keep from scaring the shit out of the earthicans around him, again. Also inspired by this post here. And this also mentions Jika, which can be found here. That also has links to most of the other Jika/Isthantari works. Fun fact- Isthantari means- one I am devoted to for life. That got passed around and used and adopted by countless other aliens in the universe too, so it's kind of a universal term to most aliens.
Additional Tags and Trigger Warnings- racism, speciesism, first time/ loss of virginity, tentacles, alien sex, lactation, milking, manipulation of reality, uncanny humanoid, uncanny valley, some minor baby trapping, animal sounds and behaviors, flirtation with oviposition (but without the alien eggs), claiming/ marking/ possessive, small pinch of body horror but nothing painful, no injury or blood or anything, just fun visuals. Also, vaginal plugs but with one hell of a twist, a metirc fuck ton of breeding kink and impregnation kink.
Like, when I say impregnation kink- what I mean is that there's a set of uterine and vaginal insertions that are basically alien- next level- epic and awesome- vaginal plugs, but much more complicated and sophisticated than that with a really fun twist. They are a system that is deposited via the male's penile member, into the female's reproductive organs/components. The first segment of the system is inserted/ deposited directly into the uterus, post ejaculation, purposefully meant to seal the cum inside the uterus from the uterine side of the cervix. The second, and final segement of the system, is deposited/ inserted on the other side of the cervix, meant to sandwhich it between both segments insuring and guaranteeing that that cervix stays closed and sealed so that segment 1- can do it's job, while the second segment rests within the entire vaginal canal, but stops just inside the entrance, so that the labia minora and the labia majora can close comfortably, and that the female can move and function comfortably without any pain or discomfort. The system serves as a physical barrier and seal to both the vaginal canal and uterus while they physiologically and biologically perform their duties that insure and guarantee fertilization between egg and sperm to ensure it becomes a viable zygote and then work to protect that zygote from all harm. They also serve as a barrier/seal to protect the female from any further copulation and breeding attempts from any other male of any kind of species of anything remotely humanoid or anything with an ovipositor or penis or anything of that sort.
So if all of that ^ is something that can be considered a kink that I don't know the name of- yeah that's...that's it. But if that makes you uncomfortable, now's your chance to not get triggered 3/4's of the way through the fic. Cause kinks are awesome as long as they tagged properly and tagged correctly too.
Yes I went hog wild with the kinks in this, what's your point? Besides the alien is just a big golden retriver puppy
^That's just me dumping kinks into this, and then tapping the end of the bag to make sure I get all that apply. *Moonwalks away singing Rhianna's "We found love in a hopeless place..."*
Monstertober 12
Monster- Multiple Limbs, Setting- Hospital, Random Word- Madness
“Hey,” Raiden whispered when he barely cracked the door open to get your attention before you smiled at him and got up out of the chair and came over to the door.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked in a whisper to keep your mother from waking up from her nap, but instead of answering you, he beckoned you out of the hospital room your mom was in with a nod of his head and a look that said ‘we need to talk, something serious’ as you wrapped the blanket he had given you around your shoulders a bit tighter before you slipped out of the room and into the hallway, staring up with wide eyes, wondering what he was about to tell you...
Four days before, both his younger brother, Hunter, and your parents had been in a massive multi-car pile up on the freeway when the temperature suddenly plunged and all that snow turned to ice.
You had met him in the absolute insane, chaotic madhouse that was the ER of this hospital. His phone was almost dead, barely hanging on to the 2% battery life it had.. His parents were on vacation half a world away and he felt fully overwhelmed and unprepared to be his teenage brother’s full and legal guardian, or so you had interpreted from his expressions and body language in the ER.
This wasn’t the first time for you to be in this setting though, for either you personally, or a loved one had been in the ER or the hospital, or both, so you had already packed ahead as soon as you found out.
Your parents were old, retirement age, prone to injury, you would need to dig in deep and prepare for the long haul but didn’t bother bringing your ‘hospital stay bag’ into the ER, only your ‘survive the ER backpack’ with fully charged battery banks and chargers and stuff. You were so grateful you did, because the waiting room was standing room only as grumbles and anxious fear were heavier in the air than the smell of industrial strength cleaner they used on everything.
After you had checked in on your parents, and were told to wait to be called back, you had sat down next to Raiden on the floor and started up a conversation by asking ‘what are you in for?’. You sympathized with his anxious worry, especially in his circumstances, which really seemed to mean a lot to him as he had turned towards you slightly to talk to you more comfortably and fell into a very nice, easy conversation. You thought his name was cool, he thought your name was beautiful. But, once you found out his phone was nearly dead, you had passed him a cable from your battery bank in the pocket of your hoodie so he could charge his phone once you made sure you had gotten the correct cable. He had looked like he both wanted to cry and hug you and kiss you then for practically being his guardian angel. He was so sweet.
You accepted a side hug and his forehead had nuzzled into yours for just a moment, but it was like that one touch grounded you both and gave you both a sense of peace and calm, that even when this waiting room was madness incarnate, just being in each other’s presence, was its own escape from it, it was like the two of you fell into an oasis, where the sounds of everyone in there drowned down to a low, easy to dismiss murmur, where the only sounds you did hear was the door opening when a nurse would come out to call people back. So, since you both clearly had the time, then you gave him ideas of what to bring for himself and his brother, should his brother get admitted to the hospital, he had used a little notebook and a pen in his pocket to write it all down because he had never been in this situation before and was eternally grateful for the help and assistance and the advice. You just assumed he had always been a really healthy person from a really healthy family to have never gone to a hospital before. Even his mother had only used a ‘birthing center’ before. Lucky him.
You had been called back first but left the battery bank with him as well as your name and phone number to call you or text you to return it before he left the hospital. He had promised he would as he pocketed the battery bank and had stood up with you and hugged you so tight your back cracked as you hugged him back and assured him that he was going to be ok and told him you’d be praying for him and his family as he agreed to do the same. You didn’t know what cologne he had been wearing, but the way he wore it, he had smelled exquisitely good, just…ethereal.
You had spotted each other in the ER only half an hour later as he was finally let back to see his brother Hunter, who was only a few rooms down. He was clearly relieved and so grateful to be reunited with his brother, but clearly worried about the injuries his brother had sustained.
Through text, you both kept tabs on each other as you insisted that he use that battery bank to fully charge his own phone and his brother’s phone before he would try to give it back. He offered to get you dinner in exchange from anywhere you could get food delivered, ‘it was the least he could do’. Normally, you’d be urging him to ‘pay it forward’. Especially since you had tried to tell him that he didn’t owe you anything, them being helped was all the thanks you needed. But he had insisted so you agreed, but only if you could bring the drinks and asked what he liked to drink, either water, milk, juice, soda/pop, sports drinks, energy drinks, wine, beer, hard alcohol, whatever. He said he’d drink anything you gave him. But just from your gut feeling about him, he was a beer guy, a dark, porter or stout kind of beer guy at that leaning more towards stout though. Either way, you’d surprise him with a really good one, or two.
No sooner had you agreed then your dad was getting discharged, only some minor bumps and bruises from the crash, no other wounds other than getting banged up a little, a few days of over the counter pain killers and he’d be fine. However, your mom was getting admitted because something was off, her blood work came back abnormal and the tests came back with odd results. You got the room number your mom would be moving to and agreed to meet her there after you got your dad home. You had sent Raiden a text, telling him what floor your mom would be admitted to and that you’d be back once you dropped off your dad and that’s when he told you that dinner would be there in an hour or so. Perfect, just enough time to do what you wanted and needed to get done.
By then, the roads were cleaned and properly salted and cleared and you had gotten your dad home, put him in his recliner next to your Papa, and then quickly did everything you could so that he would be ok, before your sister would come and check in on them herself. You quickly threw a bunch of ingredients into a crock pot for him them for dinner and then went back home across the street and grabbed several more things, specifically to either share/give to Raiden and his brother Hunter, so that neither of them would be that miserable in the ER or the hospital, should Hunter get admitted too. Your heart had really gone out towards both of them and you wanted and felt you needed to help them through this.
You came back to the ER, not even a whole hour later, to see your mom gone and Raiden and Hunter gone from their rooms, but just as your worry and panic that you had missed them, your phone chimed. It was Raiden telling you that Hunter’s room number was. And if you had done your math right, Hunter’s room was, in theory, only across the hall and down a room from your mom! They got put on the same floor! In the same wing! Down the same hallway! That was when you shared what room your mom was in, so he would know that too and he confirmed it. Across the hall, and with the rooms having a zig-zag layout, while rooms wouldn’t be directly across from each other, if you sat in your room in such a way, and he would too, you could, in theory, keep visual contact with each other. What a relief.
And just as you were leaving the ER and headed to the elevator’s you heard your name being called out, and it was Raiden! You loved the way your name sounded in his voice because the way he said it, made it sound practically ethereal. And your happy, beaming smile was mirrored by his own at seeing a friendly, familiar face, he had been coming in from outside, getting the food he had ordered. He traded your big tote bag for the smaller bags of food to carry for you before he helped you get your things to your mom’s room but she was out getting more tests before you pulled your things that you had gotten for Raiden and Hunter out and went with Raiden to Hunter’s room and checked in with Hunter yourself.
The poor kid was barely 15, had just been out with his friends, was supposed to go to a hockey game, but he was so grateful for your battery bank to charge his phone so he could make sure they were all ok before you surprised him with a two cord wall charger that would charge his phone and Raiden’s phone, which really meant a lot to them. Then you gave Hunter and Raiden brand new tubes of chapstick which Hunter gratefully took and slathered on his lips and was about to cry when you unfolded a big fluffy soft blanket over him ‘because hospital blankets sucked’. You had gotten a hug from Hunter too and left him to get in touch with his friends to get updates and of course, contact his family to assure them he was ok before you and Raiden had left to enjoy the food he had gotten for the two of you. You had surprised him with 4. Because you couldn’t decide on which ones so you brought the four that stood out to you.They were all stouts, all with at least 10% ABV, usually higher your top was a 16%, two imperial stouts, two pastry stouts.
Raiden had half teasing/joking/ mostly seriously, asked you to marry him, which made you laugh before you told him about what you brought. The first imperial stout was this decadent dark chocolate, gooey marshmallow, coffee/toffee/caramel with macadamia nut stout, and Raiden had practically melted into the couch. The second imperial stout was if the icecream alcoholic drink- Mudslide had a baby with Snickers candybar and had a baby and Raiden dramatically began to slide down off the couch as if he no longer had bones to keep him upright, which got you to laugh even harder. The 3rd, the first of the pastry stouts, if smores, Adventurer Girl Scout Cookies and double fudge turtle with caramel and roasted pecans all had a baby. By this point Raiden had slumped to sit on the floor and was making these adorable sounds that were also like half words as he gestured to the beers as if you had just brought the most sacred treasures in the universe to him. The last one, the second pastry stout was if tiramisu and creme brulee and baklava had had a baby. And at that he had just leaned forward and rested his head on the table and pretended to cry in happiness as he reverently touched the cans. Because it was as if you somehow knew all of his favorites and brought them to him. Ice cold too. Then you pulled out two sets of small drinking glasses, opened all four and poured him a set of each one and yourself a set of each one. He practically melted into a puddle on the floor as his head laid on the floor at your feet, looking up at you like you had put the sun, moon and stars into the skies.
‘That’s it! I give up! You’re perfect! Wonder of the universe, just, sitting here in a hospital and not in a temple of your own for the masses to worship day and night.’ He had exclaimed, laying on the floor, with his hands going from his head to gesture to you as you had cackled before you helped him up and watched in amusement as he savored every sip of each one. He had to get pictures of the labels and the cans. And of you, because ‘surely, you were some kind of angel, sent from any god or number of gods and goddesses sent to deliver him in his hour of need. Meant to give him hope, strength, relief, refreshment and fortification to help him through all of this, and introduce him to the best stouts in existence’. While normally the overexaggerated praise would be taken as pure teasing but he clearly meant at least most of it, he was just so adorable. Like a puppy who you instantly wanted to follow you home.
The food he had ordered was surprisingly still hot, absolutely delicious and paired perfectly with the beers you brought as you spent the evening drinking the beers together, eating, talking, getting to know each other even better. It was as if you two had just clicked. And it almost felt like you had waited all of your life just to meet him, he was kind, sweet, surprisingly innocent, clearly trying his best to keep his head above water when he was out of his depth, you doubted he had a mean bone in his body. It was one of the best ‘it’s not really a date’ dates, despite or maybe because of the circumstances.
Of course, things just grew and blossomed from there. Because it felt like Raiden used any and every excuse to either just hang out with you, help you in any way he could, and try to stay as close to you as he could manage. Not in a creepy, stalkerish kind of way. But in a ‘you’re the first person who has been nice to me, you’re my first friend I’ve made on my own, you clearly know what you’re doing, I don’t, so I’m trying to learn from you’. Kind of way. It was actually very adorable and really cute. And to say that you didn’t try to do the same, would be a bald-faced lie.
The next morning, he had breakfast waiting for you when you woke up, brought in from some kind of pancake house. Waffles. With every berry you loved on them. It had strawberries and blueberries, which were ‘the norm’ and then it had blackberries and raspberries, awesome. But this? Also had black raspberries. Your favorite! It was five months past black raspberry season! How had this place gotten ahold of fresh black raspberries? Which blew your mind but you skipped eating like a lady, you devoured it. And it came with its own mountain of freshly whipped, perfectly chilled whipped cream, not from a can, but clearly mixed in a mixer. The best breakfast you had had in your life, up to that point. Now it was your turn to praise him for seemingly just knowing what your favorite breakfast food was and just got it for you. It was your turn to “teasingly” talk about what kind of wedding the two of you would have, which got him to laugh both in amusement and delight as he wanted to hear all about it. In between asking what your ring size was and what kind of wedding ring you’d want. Which he was such a good sport for ‘playing along’.
It obviously made him happy that he ‘guessed it right’. The waffle was it’s own container, next to it was another filled with maple bacon and brown sugar heavenly ham, the best. It was your turn to “pretend” to cry and seemingly go back and forth between taking bites and hugging him as he sat next to you while you chewed, trying to talk with your mouth full, everything you loved about him and the food itself. And this exquisite breakfast also came with this potato hash dish with caramelized onions, and cheese and scrambled eggs and the potatoes were crispy and crunchy with regular ham cubed up and pieces of bacon in it too. That was it, he had made breakfast, the best, most important meal of the day. The meal was perfect, epic, awesome, outstanding, ethereal, heavenly, divine. And ‘if you were a goddess, this was a more than acceptable form of worship’, you had proclaimed. Which made him double over from laughing while nodding, with a lot of ‘See? I told you so’, kinds of looks and beaming, victorious smiles. And he brought you a thermos of the best coffee you had ever had in your life to go with it. It made you slump with your head falling into his lap, true, your cheeks were covered in whipped cream and the 5 berry sauce instead of maple syrup. Your hair was a mess, you were still in pajamas, not wearing a bra, in slippers, wearing a big, baggy sweater and probably looked less than ideal. But he had looked down at you like you were the most beautiful thing to grace his presence.
And it was from this angle that you saw, what looked like a seam? Where the skin of his face met the skin of his neck? As the light coming in from the windows cast an odd shadow over him. Usually such a thing would fill most - mostly human- beings with fear, that it was uncanny. But not you. You had to hide who and what you really were too. And you were sure he would have seen the signs of that by now. It didn’t matter to you. Maybe, he was holding back because he was afraid that you’d reject him if ‘the real him’ didn’t match what you had met and seen so far. And that gave you an idea. You’d show him the real you.
Meanwhile, he had eaten a chicken fried steak with biscuits, all swimming in gravy and drinking several bottles of milk. Because he loved milk for breakfast, apparently.
You practically crawled into his lap and hugged him, as he reassured you it wasn’t weird or creepy at all, you were welcome to do so, he was just so happy you liked breakfast. You had wanted to kiss him and it looked like he had wanted to kiss you too, until a nurse came over to tell you that your mom was headed back from her test she had just gotten done, but you kissed his cheek sweetly all the same, insisting you’d be right back, before you got up and greeted your mom, who was still very sleepy from having been woken up so early to have this test run as you let your tail uncoil from around your waist, to hang down past your sweatshirt, swishing side to side with your steps, its tip raised up and buzzing happily, both with seeing your mom look better after sleeping and feeling better, if not still quite tired. Once she was resettled and ordered breakfast herself, she wanted to rest as you at least threw on a bra and returned to Raiden and the breakfast spread that was still there as he had used that break to quickly get a large gift bag from Hunter’s room he had put in there earlier- for you and placed it next to him on the floor.
It had been clear he had woken up extra early, went home to get a shower and get cleaned up and dressed in another really nice suit too, and came back with more stuff, besides breakfast. These items6 that he told you were meant to replace what you so generously gave to Hunter especially in the first place. He claimed it was mostly because Hunter had wanted to keep your blanket, so Raiden brought you one to replace it. It was like it was made from a mix of alpaca wool, merino wool and cashmere, but it was also so soft, almost like fur or soft fluffy down or something. But obviously, without any itchiness that wools tended to have. It was clearly natural fibers, not a hint of synthetic anywhere, you could tell that much. But the way it was spun and dyed and knitted together. It honestly almost looked like it came straight out of an AI image but it felt real, it felt amazing. Someone, some way, somehow had very lovingly crafted this and you could practically feel ‘all the love in every stitch’. You wore that like a cape, and because of the greens and blues and teals and turquoise of the strands of yarn, when knitted it looked like waves of the ocean or Caribbean or something.
You asked where he had gotten it from, how much it had cost, but he said it was ‘just something he had always had around, like a throw blanket at home on the couch’. But this didn’t feel like just some throw blanket, and he hadn’t handled it as if it was. He had carried this blanket, neatly folded to you, as if it was an offering, a childhood heirloom that he was giving to you, something prized, something precious. And to you, it absolutely was. He insisted that it was yours and then produced a yellow and orange one, mimicking a sunflower in the second and draped that over your mother who was so happy, and so tickled and so grateful for it, she said her heartfelt thanks, hugged him and kissed his cheeks and immediately curled up and then promptly fell back asleep.
Raiden had insisted that he still needed to go into work but only for the morning, but would be back in the afternoon, hoping to tag team you, so that you could go home and check on your dad and your grandpa before he gave you four pairs of socks. One for your mom, one for you and one for your dad and grandpa, you had put your pair of socks on first and you were in heaven. They were soft and fuzzy but without the lack of ability to perspire the way synthetics tended to. They matched the blanket, they were warm, they were soft, they made your feet feel like they were walking on clouds, despite them only being socks. That had gotten him yet another hug, another kiss on the cheek after you had wiped and cleaned off your face before you slipped the pair that matched your mom’s blanket on her feet and he was so happy that you liked them and told you he’d be back soon.
He was gone for maybe three hours as you managed to juggle your mom and Hunter really well. Hunter was so sweet and he seemed extra excited to see you wear Raiden’s blanket. He too hadn’t said or hinted that it was anything really that special. But just the way he was looking at you, it obviously meant something. And when you asked, all Hunter would say was ‘it showed that his brother really liked you’. And you had to admit that you really liked him back and was shocked to learn he was single and didn’t have a romantic partner, before you revealed you were single too and if Raiden asked, you’d agree as ‘a secret’ that he didn’t have to keep which got him to giggle. Hunter told you that Raiden was holding back from really expressing his interest in you because he still felt in your debt or that they had somehow taken unfair advantage of you or had used you in some way because of your assistance. Which was odd, because it was like such a concept was foreign to him and Raiden. That you only sought assistance from those who you could pay such things back or if anyone offered you anything, it was because they had ulterior motives. Now, that just led to believe that Raiden and Hunter were raised with privilege, because only the rich assumed that everyone had ulterior motives. Which you insisted that you had no ulterior motives towards them. And apologized if you came across as if you did. But Hunter had immediately countered that you hadn’t that you weren’t coming across that way at all. You and your mother were the first ones. Because even though your mom was injured herself, she still asked about him and had actually called him from her phone in her room to check up on him and make sure he was ok, if he needed anything and to just say the word, and she and her family would help any way they could.
They knew that neither you or your family had ulterior motives because your family and especially you- had shown and given genuine kindness, genuine sympathy and empathy and that you gave not just time and attention and effort but your own ‘survive the hospital items’ to them, because you saw they needed them, without any expectation of being paid back, because you were a genuinely good, kind, helpful and sweet person. But that only encouraged you to assure and reassure him that no advantage, or usury had happened at all. They needed help, you were happy and relieved that you had been in the right place at the right time to give it to them, just because they needed it and just because you could. You had assured him that he and Raiden were friends, practically family at this point.
Hunter had actually broken down and cried as he hugged you tight, thanked you for being like a motherly big sister to him when his mom especially was so far away. That it had meant the world to him to have someone like you care in the first place and do something about it, they were touched and humbled and grateful for it. You were happy and content to soothe him and comfort him and before you knew it, he too had conked out in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder the way you could imagine how he would have done to his mom 10 years prior. You kissed his brow, combed your fingers through his hair and had simply used the back of your fingers to stroke his face, the same way mothers usually did to their infants before your fingertips went from his forehead, down the side of his head, down his cheek to his jaw, and sure enough, there was a seam there it was slight, looked like a shadow from looking straight on, so it was clear to you they were wearing something akin to ‘human disguises’ as you could only hope they were getting the right medical care. But your touch there didn’t startle you at all, you never even missed a note in the lullaby you were humming, your tail flicked with the beat and rhythm of the tune from the back of the chair as you still swayed as if Hunter really was just a big baby as you just kept gently stroking his face with that same, soft soothing touch that mothers naturally did, before his body went completely lax as you slowly stopped swaying and gently let him lay back into bed, careful to support his head so his head could slowly and gently lull from your shoulder into his own pillow without waking as you gently tucked him back into bed.
Raiden had somehow slipped into the room without you hearing him and had been standing, watching you be the motherly, sisterly figure you were to Hunter and his eyes were glassy but his smile was just pure adoration. He had come back with two more blankets to go with the socks, one for your dad, one for your grandpa, which you happily took and thanked him with an extra long hug and nuzzled your face next to his, and just as you had been about to try to kiss him, your phone and his had chimed and brought you out of it.
‘He may be a teenager but he’s also just a big baby huh?’ You had whispered with a nod towards Hunter.
‘You have no idea.’ He had agreed.
Before you could do or say anything else, your phone chimed again as you sighed in disappointment and gave him the notes you had taken of what had happened while he was away.
‘I need to go back and check on my dad and Papa, I’ll be back soon.’ You excused yourself before you went home to double check on your dad and your grandpa and make sure they would be ok in between your sister and your parents' friends coming to help out too, both of them had loved the socks and the blankets too.
You prepared ‘marry me chicken’ and put it into your crockpot to finish cooking in the hospital for dinner. And that was only the start, every day after that, you had brought in crockpots of lunches and dinners into the hospital and shared ‘home cooked meals’ with Hunter and Raiden so that they wouldn’t be at the mercy of the Hospital’s Cafeteria or go broke trying to get food delivered to them there as you had Raiden and your mom ‘visit’ each other by wheeling one’s bed into the other’s room so that the four of you could have lunch and dinner together and socialize which helped your mom and Hunter make a lot of progress in healing too. After that second day, when your mom and Hunter would take their ‘afternoon naps’, Raiden and yourself would take your own afternoon naps in the lounge of a waiting room all the way at the end of the hall, away from the hustle and bustle of everything since it was its own lonely place at the end of the hall. But it had all these windows and even in winter, the warm sunshine in the late afternoons were nap inducing as the two of you could be found practically tangled under ‘the blanket’. It was absolutely blissful. You had never fallen asleep that quickly or easily before. You had never had such a restful sleep in a nap before either. You had never felt more safe with anyone else either. Like Raiden would be the last person in the universe to ever hurt you.
The naps together always happened after he had worked and after you had checked in your dad and Papa and had already exchanged dirty crock pots for clean ones with fresh foods in them and bowls, and forks and spoons. However, Raiden still insisted on bringing in breakfast, but you noticed besides the beer you’d bring in, he always seemed to drink and have a bottle of milk in his hand that for some reason. Hunter just found it especially amusing. But it had obviously been a private joke between them.
But in all that time, Raiden had ‘teased’ about needing to ask you out. You had teased back that you practically had had several dates between the ER, and the hospital rooms and you had even ‘kissed each other goodnight’ a couple of times and you were sure that he’d ask you out, any day, hour, minute now. One does not “teasingly” talk about engagements, weddings and honeymoons the way you two did.
But now, with him, being at your mom’s hospital room’s door, he looked anxious, upset, overwhelmed, worried and even fearful. He was even back sooner than usual, it was still mid morning, you hadn’t expected him for another hour or two.
Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” You asked as you slid your mother’s room closed.
“Hunter is getting discharged, today, this afternoon, probably no later than tonight.” He told you as he tried to steady his breathing. But in his eyes, he looked gutted by such news.
“But, that’s good, isn’t it?” You posed.
“That’s not all, my parents are coming in early from vacation, they’re on their way here already, they’ll be here within an hour, two at the most.” He added, still nervous and anxious as his hands seemed to fidget and flex and fist before he’d try to relax him, before you slid your arm around his waist and just walked him to the little lounge of a waiting room to sit down and talk this out.
“Why are you stressed and anxious and worried and even…fearful, about that?” You asked patiently as you reached out and held his hands to keep his fingernails from digging into his palms.
“I just…I’m out of time.” He admitted with a concentrated frown.
“Out of time… for what?” You asked and instead of telling you he showed you.
By framing your face in his hands and kissing you oh so desperately. You wrapped your blanket clad arms around him cocooning you both in its softness.
“Please, Avayah, I, I’m so sorry I didn’t just formally ask you out, point blank, from the start. I should have. I have been falling so hard, so fast for you, and when my parents come, I wanted to introduce you as my new girlfriend or whatever other label you wanted to use to mean romantic partner, I don’t care. But I didn’t want to overwhelm you when you already had so much…mmph.” He tried to tell you before you pulled him back down to kiss him some more as your legs wrapped around him before he shifted to lay over you and the grind from his bulge into your center was absolutely delicious.
“Yeah, for all intensive purposes we’ve been dating for, as long as you want to claim we have been, days, weeks, whatever.” You breathed before he pulled you back up to sit on his lap.
“Ok, thank you. I love you and I didn't want to leave here without...” He declared before dipping his hands under your shirt, his touch igniting a fire across your skin with his touch as you ground down into his lap as he kissed up your jaw, nipped an ear then left scorching, open mouthed kisses down your neck before pulling at the neckline of the sweater to get at the pulse point at the crux of your neck and shoulder before you both heard someone clearing their throat, it was Hunter’s nurse who opened the last room’s door, closest to you and pointed, with her folder to take it in there.
Raiden looked at you, questioningly and you nodded emphatically before he picked you up, still wrapped around him as you both whispered your thanks before coming into the room shutting the door, keeping the curtains closed, keeping the lights off before he gently laid you down into the bed.
The blanket was thrown back to insulate you from the less than ideal hospital blankets, it’s softness, heavenly against your skin. Clothes went everywhere, hands were roaming and groping and kneading and squeezing as the kisses got deeper, more urgent, more needy. Raiden barely got that condom on before you used your legs, your heels into his bountiful derriere and pulled him in to sheath into you, to the base as you both hissed and keened in relief. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be. Most likely, later, you’d probably wonder how he managed to fit it in you. But right now you were too blissed out and taking your own shirt to bite on it to keep yourself quiet to notice or care.
He stared so intently at the way your breasts heaved, bounced, rolled and jiggled in time with his thrusts. He was mesmerized by the way the head of his cock managed to peek up through your lower belly. His grips on your hips were bruising, but you loved it. All of it. His forearms were the perfect thing to hold onto to anchor yourself as you fought to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. He had the head of the bed raised so your upper back is on the bed, still insulated by that blessed blanket, but your lower back was being suspended as it arched by his cock buried in your center, and his grips on your hips, your legs and tail wrapped securely around him as he was snarling, growling, promising, vowing, things that you couldn't quite hear or make out, as you couldn’t even make out what language he was even speaking, if it was even English, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel all their meanings in your bones.
Your first orgasm had built quickly, it crescendoed, you let out a pitiful whimper of a keen as your legs jerked, your stomach quaked, your breathing shuddered, your eyes screwed shut. It was single handedly the best orgasm you had ever had in your life, so far. He sat still for a moment, his hands moved from your hips, up your sides to your breasts as he groped and kneaded them while you basked in the afterglow for a moment before he bent over to suckle at your breasts. Not, painfully, at all, which most grown people who obviously weren't nursing babies did because they had lost that suckle action in their mouths once they were weaned. But not him. It felt so insanely good. Like your tits had been burning, aching, begging and pleading to be sucked and he quenched the fire, eased the ache and fulfilled their wishes and sucked them, giving them a relief you had no idea could be felt in all of it’s blissful, natural, epic and magnificent glory, and just turned you on even more. He’d suckle one, and then rub the pad of his thumb over the nipple, twirling the bud of your breast around with his thumb and switched from one to the other as your fingers dipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp. You felt where he would normally have horns, but they’ve been cut, shaved down and hidden under his otherwise curly unruly hair. You hadn’t noticed them before but it gave you validation that he was a different kind of humanoid, like you. The scratching around the bases had him moaning and melting and leaning into such touches, obviously feeling relief from such touches too. Once you had seemed to recover, he’d move you to turn around, stand on your knees, bent over the back of the bed.
“Only if you really show me all of you the same way you see all of me.” You agreed over your shoulder at him with a wink and a salacious smile.
“Oh, I’ll show you all of me, it can’t be helped at this point.” He agreed as he kissed you over your shoulder as he grabbed you by the base of the tail and yanked you backward into him as your spine aligned and you were facing straight ahead as the view of the hospital room dimmed, like the two of you were just in a darkened space, so far away from anything and everything and everyone else, like the universe was shrinking down to you and him and this moment. You had gasped and shuddered and keened before he ran his nose, that felt slightly more snout-like up the trail of petal soft skin up your spine, alighting every nerve in your skin to awaken to euphoria. He bit onto your shoulder as you couldn’t hold back from crying out in tortured bliss as you reached back to grab his hair and keep him there for a moment, before you pleaded to him to bite the other one, which he giddily obliged as his growling moan was heaven as his tongue, now longer soothed such love bites, healing them as the pain melted away as you were happy that his ‘facade’ was dropping and he was becoming his authentic self.
“I’ve shielded us, don’t hold back.” He informed you, as his form seemed to grow, get larger, but it only raised you up further in bed so that your sex and his own could stay joined as you nodded and moaned your agreement with a thumbs up above your head as now, your noises couldn’t be silenced either as his own were filling your ears, making you feel wild, feral, preternatural, like you were a super-being for being able to be so intimate with whatever almost god like being he was turning out to be.
“I love you, so fucking much.” You purred and smiled when you could practically feel his smile as he kissed and licked up your back to nuzzle his face next to yours and kiss you over your shoulder, you couldn’t still see too much, but what you felt, excited you.
“Love you too, more than anything.” He declared before nuzzling a trail down your back with his face, now much longer, you could feel something sharp, like teeth or tusks, his skin felt buttery, silky soft like rose petals.
One of his hands was on the base of your tail, using it to keep your pelvis in place as he stood up from sitting on his feet to stand on his knees to quicken the pace again. One hand on your breast, practically milking it. Your breasts had never felt so large or full or plump before now that they were hanging down, He did the same to the other until they hung down to gently impacted into the bed, enjoying the softness on the blanket again, with each of his thrusts. He switched hands again, so that one hand was always on your tail even though it had coiled and wrapped around him, having to loosen to accommodate his growing size but you could still wrap it around his thinnest point of his waist, the tip of it, still touching the base above where his hand was anchored to it, with only enough room to let him keep thrusting into you before the other hand left your breasts to scratch your scalp as he grabbed your hair, arching your back as he pulled your body back up towards him. He was saying things, words that you didn’t know, or hadn’t heard or understood before, but you felt that they were the dirtiest, filthiest, hottest, sexiest things he wanted to do to you and you felt so eager, ready, willing and excited to try and do everything. Your smile showed your ecstasy and delighted eagerness as the only words you heard after was ‘you’d like that wouldn’t you’ and all you could do was nod and agree, submit, lose yourself into the lustful haze and these feelings in this moment, your body was his to do with as he pleased because you knew and felt in every fiber of your being that your pleasure was guaranteed.
He let go of your hair to grab your throat, not to choke your windpipe but to dig his fingers into your arteries in your neck to make you feel lightheaded. He was still asking you questions that you still couldn’t even make out what he was saying but still, you nodded yes and made affirmative noises that sounded as close to ‘yes’ as you could manage. You’d agree to anything he would ever ask of you at this point. You stopped caring. All you do care about- is his glorious body continuing to make love to you and yours. He pulled you up to lay slightly against him as he leaned back on his haunches. He was so warm, delightfully hot but not uncomfortably so, your body practically melded in with his, and his skin all over, that your skin touches is still rose petal soft, like the very ends and edges of the petals where they’re the softest, it’s glorious. A delight to your senses. Your head is lulled back over his shoulder, your hair splayed out over his chest and shoulder, eyes closed in euphoria, fully immersed into this otherworldly pleasure.
What feel like claws, or perhaps talons on the tips of his soft fingers, reach down and ever so lightly scratch, making a circle or some kind of symbol over your chest in between groping and kneading your breasts as you felt wetness dribble down from the nipples that he’s somehow licking up, even though he’s behind you. He continued to practically sing your praises, praising you for taking his cock so well, praising you for being such a great lover and mate, praising you for being so kind, so thoughtful, so wonderful, so caring, it’s what drew him to you- was your genuine kind, beautiful soul. Followed by promises on how he’s going to take care of everything, take care of you, take care of your needs and wants and fantasies and desires and take care of your family, how he’s going to take care of you in every sense, in every way. That you will want for nothing. And all you can say is that ‘you know he will, as you will do the same for him’. It makes him make this sound that is like a deep churring, purring sound that you feel radiating from the center of his chest. Like if you mixed a ‘water dance’ that gators did when they submerged their chests into the water, and bellowed, causing the water to make faraday waves, but mixed with a big cat’s purr. It felt amazing you not only could hear it as your cunt clenched around him but you felt it in your bones, fully relaxing you yet exciting you all the same.
You looked down and see that what you thought was one big cock is actually several cocks in various sizes and very intriguing, exciting shapes, all practically bound together, twisting and trying to get in you, all at once as it was clear, there were more, much bigger ones, eager to take a turn too.
“Let’s set you free. Fuck this condom, I need all of you in me as much possible” You insisted as you reached down, took the condom off and keened and moaned as all of the cocks clamored for purchase in your sopping wet cunt as you want all of them, all at the same time, you knew it would practically split in you half, but by the heavens, would it be worth it. Your pussy is absolutely stuffed yet the squirming and throbbing and pulsing is giving you another orgasm. Actual milk was leaking from your breasts before more something that you could only describe is two massive tentacles come up and each one sucked a breast into it, and they ‘nurse’ from your breasts and the upper parts of them are continuing to knead and squeeze your breasts while the mouth itself is secured around your entire nipple and is absolutely guzzling every drop your breasts can make as Raiden moaned, keened and churred in delight behind you, clearly, deeply and thoroughly enjoying every drop of your precious milk as you smile and start to breathlessly laugh.
“Been thirsting for my milk huh? Milk from the bottle just didn’t cut it, did it?” You teased over your shoulder as you continue to watch these tentacles milk you as you’re practically entranced by them, very proud that your milk is so gratifying to him.
“You have no idea. It was such a pitiful substitute for this. Your milk, your divine liquid essence is pure vitae ether pleroma quintessence, it creates and sustains lifeforce, it is its own supremely powerful and divine source of life. It’s the most precious substance in the universe. And I can only hope I am strong enough and worthy enough to have it fulfill and sustain me and my own life.” He praised, his head pressed into your back, still nuzzling your soft, pliant flesh like you are the most precious, divine being in the universe to take comfort and respite and solace in.
“And it’s all for you for now, until when and if we have babes, little ones of our own, then it’s theirs to feed and sustain them too, you’ll just have to share.” You prompted in a teasing but salacious manner, running your hands over the tentacles, stroking up and down them, appreciating how they too were petal soft, that were now performing their ministrations more intensely, more voraciously, as it felt even better as your head fell back against his shoulder as the most lascivious moan came from your heart, your core and bloomed from you as his arms were wrapped around you on your upper waist, holding you up, seemed to hug you tighter, more possessively.
His purring chur then turned more growling, snarling, bellowing, it had a possessive, protective, voracious edge to it as every cock in you and out of you that were eagerly slathering themselves and each other in every drop of your essence that dripped down off of the other cocks in your core, as they tried to “patiently wait their turn” went straighter and got bigger, harder, even more erect as they throbbed and pulsed more intensely now.
“When.” He growled and practically snarled in a wild, feral, prodigious tone.
And that was when four more arms wrapped around you, two tails came and tied your knees to the outside of his own before wrapping themselves down your lower legs, keeping your legs spread wide for him. The arms that were wrapped under your breasts came and wrapped around your upper chest, replaced with a slightly smaller set that wrapped around your waist instead, so that you could breathe easier but the hands of the second set were palming where his cocks keep thrusting in and out of you in tandem as the ones that had been in you before switched out with the ones that had been waiting, filling you fuller, stuffing you to the brim, stretching you wider, and it feels like your canal is getting larger to accommodate them before his hands from the second set of hands keep stroking, . Any pain you’d be having from being overstretched, overstuffed, overfilled never came, was never felt in the first place, it’s all pure pleasure, ecstasy, euphoria. All you feel is him, in you and all around you, holding you, loving you, caring for you, giving you every pleasure there is, pleasure that has no equal, and it’s the most epic, awe inspiring, divine feeling that transcends everything else. It’s all consuming yet you crave more.
And that’s when the last set of arms came into play, they are very large hands, attached to even bigger, bulging with raw power and muscle arms that would give any orcish, golric, goliath body builder a run for their money as you bit your lower lip in glee as your hands had touched and stroked and petted every set, and what your hands, especially your fingertips feel is not just the same petal soft skin, a bit rougher like at the base of a rose petal on the upper set, but the much softer texture on the middle, but the last set of arms? Those felt like they were covered in something akin to sharkskin, but without the sharpness when you ran your hands ‘against the grain’, but definitely defense, almost like biological armor, meant to withstand any force, ward off any and every danger, meant to safeguard, secure, shield, preserve, espouse, insure, fight, protect, defend, and champion both himself and now, especially you. They were imbued with raw powerful force within them too. The hands themselves have strong, rough and calloused knuckles, on fingers larger than most cocks you had ever seen, they’re gripping your hips, as they have a set of thumbs, one gripping, the other- massaging your lower back and hips as you are laid back against his chest as he leaned further back, so that your lower belly is now bulging out from all the cocks now becoming an orchestra of carnal pleasure inside of you. As all you could do was continue to let all of him love you the way he wanted to, needed to.
You had wondered exactly what he was, upon meeting him but you could tell he had been trying so hard to pass off as some kind of humanoid hybrid, but you didn’t care. You know that when you look at him over your shoulder that his face and other parts of his appearance have most likely changed, which is fine by you, whatever his physical form would look like, you would still find attractive and love, no matter what. So you turned your head to see his eyes closed, clearly, he was something inhuman, humanoid, most likely alien by the way his body was aligned and composed, but to your pleasant surprise, he still looks very Raiden to you. You can’t explain it, but you’d still know it was him, even if you couldn’t see him at all, he still had the same mind, heart, soul and spirit. He was still the object of all your love and desires. That would never change, so you reached up to cup his cheek lovingly, the top of his head did indeed have multiple little, soft horns, that have a dulled point, studding from his forehead, but stopping between his eyes, for his brow then starting up again, at the start of the top of his longer snout to the tip of his nostrils, his skintone has a bluish, greenish, almost purple undertone and there are bioluminescent markings that are lighting up his skin, pulsing radiating, practically hypnotizing that are in every color you knew of, you also noticed that the tips of the stud like horns on his face are glowing,. Still dark, thick, curly, unruly, but his main horns from his head are now fully extended and are magnificent. However, that seam under his neck is gone, the skin now uninterrupted all over him. But at your gentle, tender touch, his eyes opened as he turned to look at you his eyes have double irises in each of his two eye sockets, his hair is unchanged though and slowed down, like he’s half expecting you to freak out and reject him as fear flashes in his eyes for the briefest of moments, but your serene smile never faltered, instead it grew into the happiest, most loving, adoring, proud smile as you looked up to him.
“There you are.” You cooed in a soft, awed whispering murmur.
“Thank you for showing me the real you, you’re so exquisitely magnificent. Wow- are you…handsome doesn’t even begin to cover how devastatingly attractive and enthralling you are.” You praised him as you looked over and reverently touched every feature that you could.
He was instantly in tears, so happy and alleviated and solaced that you felt that way about him as his hand from his upper most arm cradled your face to keep it close as he kissed you all over your face before nuzzling that space on his head without the stud like horns against your forehead again as you know and feel everything he’s feeling towards you and it’s like he can feel and know everything you’re feeling towards him, and the fact that you were speaking in all truth in your appraisal of him, he was humbled yet emboldened at the same time. So pleased that you’re so pleased and satisfied and attracted and drawn to him as much as he was to you. You could not become more beautiful, or precious to him.
He kissed you soundly, moving you again until you are gently held under him as he then leaned forward and the lights get just a bit brighter so you can see him better. See all of him instead of just feeling him. He is a work of art, definitely alien, mammalian, 3 distinct sets of arms, still an amazing torso, waist small enough for your legs and tail to wrap around. His two legs are of the digitigrade composition but are large, thick, very well muscled, powerful, and obviously flexible and limber. But his many tails? They weren’t tentacles in an aquatic sense, they were prehensile limbs of their own. They are soft, silky and smooth on their shafts, and clearly specialized coming in paired sets. The two on your breasts, clearly meant for milking. The four on your limbs are prehensile and have palm-like padding structures across the surface of the ends that reminds you of hands in mittens, but without the opposable thumbs. But the way they are rubbing at your limbs and joints, massaging them, is heavenly. But if you had to guess, there are a few more behind him that are meant for offense and defense.
He cradled you and made love to you. His kisses were still desperate, still needy, but now, much more reverent, more sensual, soulful. His milking tails, you can barely feel between your breasts and his chest, but they just keep guzzling your milk down, kneading and massaging in new patterns so that your breasts don’t get tired of the same touches over and over and over again. And somehow you feel -different in your own body. But in a good way, like all the areas you didn’t like or love about yourself, had either been physically changed, improved, and every flaw you hated about yourself was now a strength or the way you saw and felt about your own body had changed to view them that way, perhaps a bit of both. You felt truly loved, cherished, beautiful, practically divine and somehow, Raiden is even more handsome and beautiful in this form than he was trying to be mostly humanoid. He is clearly larger, stronger, and so much more than you can comprehend at this moment, you’re pretty sure he could crush you if he wasn’t showing so much restraint in his care for you. You feel like if anything ever did happen to you, he’d go wild, go feral, turn into the nightmarish monster to plague whoever did maliciously harm you.
Then it’s like all of his cocks meld to become one, now that they can all fit inside at the same time again as every time he sheathes himself fully into you, you look down and you feel and look pregnant already, but still, with no trace of pain or discomfort but eager to make the look more permanent. His thrusts sped up in their frequency, rose in their intensity, as his body was clearly holding itself back for your sake, to keep from hurting you. It was clear he was working so hard to bring you pleasure as his efforts to restrain himself seem to pain him. His face is that of pain and concentrated effort as his eyes are screwed shut, his jaw clenched as he’s panting labored breaths.
“Raiden, look at me.” You petition as he slows down to look at you, clearly so desperate, and yearning, and desirous but also fearful of hurting you.
“It’s going to be ok. Your love, in all of its forms are gifts that I will build myself up and strengthen myself to bear, even if this first one may be heavier than any other gift you’ve given me, I’ll bear it proudly, happily. You’ll help me to bear it and help me adapt. It’s ok. I’m ready to receive it.” You reassured him as your hands framed his face as small tears escaped his eyes.
“I’m honored and blessed to be counted worthy enough to give this to you in the first place. It won’t be a burden, I promise.” He vowed before he kissed you soundly before what little bits of controlled gentleness seemed to melt away before his flesh is slamming into yours, another tip of a tail slipped between you, finding your clit, sucking, rubbing, and buzzing against it as your next orgasm seemed to come up from the depths of your soul as it was clear his own orgasm was building and getting nearer. One arm from each set was still holding you securely the other was bracing him up so he didn’t pin you under his weight on the bed. His snarling, growling, grunting, moaning, keening and hissing returned, louder, stronger, more intense as his thrusts into you are near heinous, the pleasure for both of you practically maddening.
All you can say is his name, ‘yes’ and ‘please’ in increasing desperation, intensity and volume as you clung to him for dear life as he’s practically using you like a cocksleeve, but you’re loving every minute of it.
“Raiden please! Give it to me! Fill me with your seed! I need it!” You cried out before your largest, deepest, most epic orgasm bloomed and then went off like fireworks in your mind and body, everything alight with ecstasy and euphoria.
“Avayah!” He roared before he slammed himself into you, to the base, as his now, enormous, girthy, glorious cock flooded your womb with his seed in rope after rope that you could see, through the skin of your belly, watching as the head itself pulsed with each spurt of seed as your belly grew and expanded and then overflowed where his hands had been gripping your sides.
Again, you didn’t feel pain, or discomfort, if anything, each spurt gave you waves of even more pleasure and satisfaction. However you did feel its sheer weight in you as you felt like your belly just gained at least 25 pounds of cum in your core, but your other internal organs didn’t seem to mind the addition either, your body was obviously adjusting and accommodating of all of it, you could not feel a single drop of it seeping out from where you were joined with him. You looked past yourself, looking under you it to see his four testacles pulsate in such a way that it looked like beating hearts, all of them pumping his precious seed into you. Even your breasts felt like they were growing bigger, and heavier on your chest, clearly getting ready to nurse at least one babe, if not maybe two or more. Depending on what your biology and his would work out would be safe for you to carry and care for at a time.
Your belly expanded until you could no longer make out where his cock was in you in the balloon like sea of seed he just filled you with as your belly seemed to ripple and jiggle with your breathing and then definitely your giggles as you brought your hands up to your belly. It both felt liquidy like a waterbed, but also, the cum inside felt thicker, gooier, like a pudding, syrup, slime, something viscous.
But then Raiden groaned and grunted as it felt like his cock just laid a stone into your womb before partially pulling out, your cervix practically sucking all of his seed off of his cock as it slid out before whatever the big and heavy thing was seemed to settle behind the cervix like a door, a boulder, keeping all of his seed inside to insure that it would take root before he grunted and groaned a second time yet another one, this time, seemingly much longer, the length of your canal normally, was deposited by his cock, as the cock itself grew thinner in the walls to allow for this to push through and into you without actually tearing your flesh apart, or his. This one was on the other side, effectively sandwiching the cervix in place to make sure no other seed came in, and none escaped either. This finally got him to relax and be fully relieved as his hold on you loosened so that you were hanging from his arms like you were in a hammock as he kept you where you were but sat up more and moved down slightly as his lowest, and largest set of hands traded places to hold you up and suspend you as you realized, most of your torso fit into his largest set of hands from his fingertips at your head, neck and shoulders to his palms that ended at your lower back before his forearms came to support the rest of you. Otherwise his top set of arms, those hands went to your bottom to pull it up, tilting you so that your butt was more elevated than your head as he pulled out- to keep the heavy, stone like objects- from sliding out of your gaping cunt as it fluttered and contracted closed before it seemed to lock in and on and around what he had placed in your canal while the second pair of arms held your legs up and out- to not obstruct the view. There was a smile of smug satisfaction and pride on his face as he had watched your pussy flutter, constrict and then clamp down on and close around what he had left inside before all that was there, was your slit, your body practically sealing itself over his seed too as two tails came up and helped support your belly, lifting it up so that it never endangered your lungs from being able to breathe from where it distended out past your lower rib cage.
“What was that?” You asked him as he was so focused on watching that process, he hadn’t seemed to notice anything else, like how your belly probably looked and felt almost twice the size of the rest of you.
“Hmm?” He asked before he finally seemed to look up before his eyes widened to see your belly so distended as you probably looked like what you were in that moment. A cum-balloon with limbs and a head.
“What were those last two things you just laid into me like, an ovipositor laying eggs, did you just lay two eggs into me?” You asked.
“Oh! No! Not at all, it’s my seed, seeking your eggs. Sorry, I should have told you, warned you. So, for my species, which I am just now realizing I never told you what that is…” He remembered with a frown.
“Yeah, we can talk about that later, I need to know what the two stone-like things you just put into me are.” You refocused him.
“So the first, is called ‘the Focus’ that is in your womb, it’s there to filter all the seed in the first place, making sure that only the best seed remains, after it adjusts itself according to you and your biology and your eggs, so that only the seed that can pair and result in the healthiest, most viable young are left inside, so think of it as a biological filter because you won’t stay this…um…really overfilled, overstuffed…I really over did it. Um, for very long, just as long as you can stand it really. Is it painful or uncomfortable for you?” He asked worriedly as he gently laid you down and then his hands went to your belly to help hold it up on all sides from all angles so its weight wouldn’t crush you or put too much pressure on your internal organs. Which, you were pleasantly surprised how your skin was able to allow his hands to practically dip and dig into your core to help hold and suspend your womb beyond your abdomen’s usual barriers.
“And the second?” You questioned as you noticed the milkers began to slow down in their kneading and milking as it seemed your breasts had practically gushed out gallons of milk with your last orgasm too and they had been eager to suck up every drop, but now that you were coming down from the afterglow, your breasts had obviously started to reach their limits of what they could do as the milkers sensed that as well and her slowing down and easing up, so as not to irritate or overtax you either.
“So the second is called ‘the Imprimatur Seal’, to both seal the seed in and keep everything else out.” He answered.
“Until…? Until when? I get pregnant? I give birth? For how long?” You asked.
“Oh, until either we have more sex or you conceive, whichever happens first.” He answered with a shrug.
“Because it’s a biological blocker, deposited there by me, and when and if we have more sex before you conceive, then my depositor will suck both back up and then redeposit them when we’re done.” He added.
“Mmhmm…” You hummed while biting your lips and nodding in understanding.
“Except, we’re not married? My family thinks we’ve only been together for a few days- max? They’ll think it’s way too soon for me to get pregnant, and won’t approve of…” You began to question and worry before he held your face and chest up higher to embrace you closer again.
“Hey, don’t worry about any of that ok? Your family will approve and accept us. I promise.” He reassured you.
“But let me guess, your family wouldn’t accept me without this?” You guessed as he seemed to flinch with a wince as if the words had struck him.
“Yeah…?” He grimaced as you simply pet his head and his back and shoulders to get him to relax as the physical touch seemed to reassure him you weren’t upset by this.
“Is that what you meant when you said you were out of time before something?” You asked.
“Before they came and saw you wearing my devotional esoteric sacrosanct, we call it DES for short, in English.” He answered as he picked up the blanket and wrapped it around you to make sure you wouldn’t get cold.
“I knew this blanket meant something!” You beamed victoriously.
“Ok, so you said devotional…esoteric which means, only for a select, precious few and sacrosanct is extremely sacred, right? So, this is basically its own, holy, sacred engagement ring?” You questioned as you took the edges and pulled it up and over to look it over thoughtfully.
“Very much so, it’s, for us and our culture, to put the DES on a person, you’re claiming them as a partner, a life mate, the one special person in the universe, only for you, claiming you as mine, and with you wearing it, showing that you claim me as yours too.” He explained.
“But you gave my parents and my Papa their own too?” You recalled with a frown.
“So because of the way those are woven, it shows that I’ve claimed your family as mine as well, that when I vowed to take care of you, I also have a duty to care for them as well. But yours is the only one woven in the DES design. And in your favorite colors too.” He clarified.
“Ah, so is this more like, ‘hey we’re married and expecting a kid already, don’t break us up’ kind of thing? Especially to your parents?” You questioned as he nodded emphatically to that.
“Well, obviously, not to just my parents, to the world, to the universe too.” He amended.
“But obviously, with them coming, what? Any minute now? You needed to seal the deal huh?” You teased with a wink that got him to grow bashful.
“Yes.” He nodded.
“So if this is DES, what does that make me to you? Like what’s the term? Or title or label or whatever?” You asked.
“DESI, because like the Jika, we too have Isthantaris. Only for them, it’s their queen, for us, it’s our romantic life mates.” He answered.
“I’m not that familiar with Jika or that word.” You pointed out.
“Yes, if however, you would like an actual engagement ring, I have a variety for you to choose from, when you’re ready and we can still get married in your custom as well, and do the whole wedding, honeymoon traditions too.” He answered.
“Oh so Isthantari is a Jika term- that because of their presence in nearly every galaxy in the known universe- it’s been practically universally accepted and used- so it means ‘one I am devoted to- for life’.” He informed you proudly.
“Oh so this definitely makes us married.” You realized.
“It would kind of be hard to plan all of that, already pregnant.” You pointed out.
“Oh, ok, so let me explain what the focus imprimatur does more fully. The focus, once it is done filtering, it simply waits until we either have sex again or until you fully ovulate, and conception happens, and then it captures the fertilized eggs and keeps them from implanting until you want to be impregnated and they’re stored in the imprimatur and it can store thousands of them if you need or want it to, it doesn’t make you pregnant immediately, unless you want to be.” He clarified.
“Oh, ok, that’s a relief, cause I love you, but I’m not ready to be a mom, I do want us and our relationship, just not motherhood, right this second.” You clarified.
“Oh neither am I ready to be parent in this exact moment either, I too would like for more time to spend with you, just the two of us first.” He professed as you both collectively blew out a breath of relief.
“By the way, I had no idea what you were saying most of the time, because I’m pretty sure you were speaking your native language or something that I wasn’t familiar with but saying yes just felt like the right thing to say?” You confessed.
“It’s ok, we have time to go over everything and sort out everything that I said and did and what it meant and all of that, you didn’t agree to anything other than being bred, I wouldn’t use the throws of passion to try to sneak anything in that you didn’t and couldn’t fully understand and consent to.” He reassured you before he let go of your belly and you looked down in shock when it was now just a small pooch, just a tad bigger than what your belly usually was.
“What the fuck happened to all of it?” You asked as you looked at your belly like nothing had ever happened. Like you hadn’t been fucked by a missile sized cock, or had been pumped full of at least a gallon or two of cum. But you did feel what was the equivalent of a vaginal plug in you.
“Oh, so um, what the Focus also does is, when it’s weeding through less than perfect seed, it transforms it into nutrients for you and your body absorbs it and it makes you healthier the first few to several times and then it just extends your life after that.” He informed you.
“Oh! That’s awesome.” You smiled in delight.
“So wait, if this blanket is a DES, does that make all blankets DES’es?” You asked.
“No, most are actually jewelry, but you gave Hunter a blanket with the intent of helping him, comforting and caring for him like another mother or big sister figure. So that’s why I made my DES a blanket. It still has the pattern, but for me and my kind, it’s like a walking billboard instead of a piece of jewelry worn in discretion, because I was, probably overexcited, overenthusiastic, went a little overboard on…everything.” He admitted.
“So, when did this all start for you?” You asked.
“From the waiting room in the ER, when your forehead touched mine, I knew then and there. For like the Jika, they know by scent alone, by other species, they know by sight or any other sense. With me and my kind, it’s by touch. And I’m just now realizing that because I never told you that I was an alien, or showed you, that you’re an earth based terran and obviously don’t do things like that, so you had no way of knowing any of that and now I’m realizing I just made things really weird.” He realized. But you just snorted a laugh and smile as you shook your head.
“Nah, I knew you weren’t human on that first morning when you got me breakfast and I laid my head in your lap, I could see this neat seem that looked like a shadow from any other angle, right here…” You revealed as you traced his jaw before letting your other fingertips gently scratch there as his eyes closed and he started purring.
“So I tried to show you I wasn’t human either and would accept you no matter what you really were.” You informed him as you used your tail to wiggle between your face and his.
“And that helped quite a bit actually. Because once I saw this, I knew I had a chance of not freaking you the fuck out with the whole ‘an alien is instantly in love with me’ thing. Again.” He admitted.
“You’ve had this happen to you before?” You asked.
“Not to me personally but those with me in the envoy and Jazine Prime.” He revealed.
“Ah, so that’s why you’ve made those Jika references because you’re living with them.” You realized.
“And really good friends with them too, I really want you to meet them too. They’re really awesome.” He nodded.
“Ok, we should probably get this whole, meeting your parents thing done first though.” You reminded him.
“Oh, right, right.” He agreed before there was like a little ping that was felt more than heard.
“Oh, wow, that was, really fast. Excuse me, just gotta retrieve those.” He said as his cock slid back into you before the cock retrieved both devices, the whole Focus Imprimatur Seal system from you, which felt both like a relief but yet, you were left feeling less full at the same time as you pouted.
“Do you want them back in?” He asked.
“Yes and no, because it’s nice to have it all in there now that I know what it does and what it means. But yes, in now that I don’t have to worry about it falling out if I sneeze or something.” You admitted.
“Well let me fix that.” He smiled before his stomach flexed and you felt something else being pushed into your canal, it was softer, more flexible, but also seemed to fit like a glove inside you.
“So, what’s this?” You asked.
“So I’m trying to think of what the English equivalent is, and the closest thing I can come up with is a vibrator signet? Think of it, like a seal but instead of it being a biological physical blocking system, it will still block any other but me, but this instead of having a reproductive purpose, it’s only purpose is to give you pleasure. It’s is meant to be and stay inside of you for- as long as you want it to be- and to activate it, all you have to do is clench three times and then to deactivate it, clench three more times.” But it should never be uncomfortable or cause any other damage, if anything it’s supposed to rejuvenate those tissues and keep them at peak health.” He explained before he withdrew and you clenched three times and moaned as your eyes fought to not roll back into your head again before you had to clench three more times to turn it off because you were still just a touch oversensitive as you realized, you hadn’t heard buzzing or any other noise.
“Oh shit, that thing is silent too?” You asked as he nodded.
“Of course, no one can tell it’s in you except me, because it’s literally a part of me that’s in you. But nothing or no one else will be able to tell it’s there. Like you could be sitting on someone’s lap and turn that thing on and no one would be able to tell, except through your own facial expressions and body language of course.” He amended.
“Yeah, got that. Ok, we should, we should get dressed and your parents are probably already here.” You realized as you tried to get composed again.
“No, they shouldn’t be here for another half hour.” He corrected but let you go and let you sit on the bed as he gathered all of your clothing around the space so you both could get redressed as you watched in amazement as his body morphed from his true form to the ‘human’ looking one you first knew.
“Why do you have to hide so much of yourself like that?” You asked with a sad frown.
“Why do you wrap your tail around your waist? We’re other- in a very dense, mostly human humanoid population. Do you find that others here treat you better if they can’t see your tail, versus when they can?” He asked.
“Depends on the setting and who I’m with. It shouldn’t have to be like that though.” You pouted.
“I like to think of it as most of them are so fragile in mind that they can’t comprehend the greatness that we are. So we take it easy on the surface dwellers by appearing more like them. Besides, it’s not painful or uncomfortable for me to do. But is it at all painful or uncomfortable for you?” He asked.
“A little.” You admitted.
“Oh then absolutely not, you should wear your tail proudly. But, really? People treat you more poorly when they see it?” He asked, clearly heartbroken and offended at such a notion as you nodded.
“It’s called micro-aggressions. Once you see and feel them enough to notice them and you realize what they are, suddenly you realize that they come from everyone all around you sometimes.” You admitted as you got redressed and pulled this sacred blanket more fully around you as your tail hung limply before he enveloped you in his arms as the room morphed from one of darkness back to the hospital room as you knew it, as you realized he must have had some kind of power or ability either on you or the surroundings themselves to do something like this.
“Well not any more. The next time you see or feel them, I’ll know, because my link and connection is strong enough to you, that what you see and feel, I do too. And I won’t tolerate any aggression, micro or otherwise towards you.” He insisted as he set his head over yours as you hugged him and clung to him as the two of you just held each other for a few long moments.
“I feel bad for taking them all so personally though. Usually people who give them are prejudiced against, whatever kind of person they think I am, not me personally.” You murmured.
“Still no excuse, that’s a ‘them problem’ they need to fix and never should be dealt with, let alone seen or felt by you.” He insisted.
“True.” You sighed before you heard a ping on his phone from his pocket.
“Oh, my family are downstairs, on their way up. You ready to go meet them? Is there anything I can do or say to help you feel more at ease or more comfortable or more prepared and ready to meet them?” He asked.
“I’m your Isthantari, wearing your DES like a billboard. I take it they get no choice in whether or not they like me.” You offered with a grin which got him to smile brightly.
“You’re right they don’t. Besides, they’re gonna love you, regardless, because Hunter hasn’t stopped talking their ears off about you. Because according to him, you’re a guardian space angel sent from the aether to get him and us in general through this trail by hospital madness and be our beacon of hope.” He insisted before he pulled away to open the door and check to see if the coast was clear before you saw, he was wearing one of his tails out too! It practically matched yours!
“Your tail!” You awed.
“Of course, in solidarity.” He nodded as he took you under his arm and then walked with you out of that room, his tail wrapping around yours as your heart melted.
“Do we have time to look at those engagement rings?” You asked hopefully which got him to smile so happily.
Summary: The whole situation wouldn't become a reality if Stiles didn't foolishly agree to take part in some stupid fertility ritual.
Challenges: @breedvember Day 5: Cum inflation, Day 11: Multiple characters trying to get one character pregnant" & alt prompt "You're going to take every last drop".
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No Archive Warnings Apply | Tags: #Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot #Established Relationship #Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics #male omegas have a dick and vagina #Omega Jayce #Alpha Viktor #Possessive Viktor #Marking #Knotting #Breeding Kink #Top Viktor #Bottom Jayce
Summary:
“You know what would make them see? If I put a baby in you. When they scent you ripe with my child… see you round and heavy with it… they could not deny our bond then. If you were pregnant, my scent would be locked so deep within you, leaking from your every pore, that they almost could not smell your own scent anymore. You would be nearly invisible to them, to anyone but me."
Both Jayce and Viktor are beyond frustrated that most people fail to notice that they are each other's mates, no matter what they do, because of Viktor's weak scent and both his and Jayce's less than typical appearence. They come up with a solution.
Written for the @breedvember 2025 day 29 prompt: Claiming/Marking/Possessiveness.
“Marked with scent and seed,” a Disney Beauty and the Beast smutty one-shot
Beast/Belle | rated E | 2.6k words
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Interspecies Relationship(s), Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucking | Teratophilia, Beast in Beast mode sex, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Consensual Somnophilia, Breeding, Mating Cycles/In Rut, Beast is a whiny needy mess during his yearly rut, Mating Rituals, Mates, Possessive Sex, Scenting, Marking, a bit of post-nut guilt, Belle reassures him as always
Summary:
Since becoming a beastly creature, Beast goes into a mating rut every spring, but this year, for the first time ever, he actually has a mate to breed—his beloved Belle. They’ve already been sharing a bed for quite some time, but when he smells that Belle is fertile, his rut floods him with a bone-deep need to mark her with his scent and seed, leaving him whining and begging her to let him breed a pup into her. Belle, of course, is always up for an adventure.
Written for @breedvember with the prompt of “Marking/Claiming/Possessiveness.” Also, shoutout to the inspiration I drew from “the birds & the bees” by @honeypiehotchner in making the massive strong guy into a whimpering needy pathetic mess rather than a fierce confident predator! Please enjoy whiny Beast in my fic and whiny Clark in theirs.
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Day 27: A baby will fix our relationship/post breakup
(No angst, just fluff, teasing, fake pregnancy) 379 words
“You actually can't leave me, so. That's that.” Dream says in his prissiest little voice. Hob (who had been dramatically shoving clothes into an overnight bag) pauses to stare at him, one eyebrow twitching with irritation.
“You can't tell me what to do. I said I'm leaving, and I really mean it this time – nothing you can say is going to change my mind.” he says it as sternly as possible. Dream needs a firm hand at all times, especially now. Hob cannot afford to waiver.
He goes back to packing until he hears a telltale sniff coming from Dream’s direction. When Hob looks at him this time, his lips are wobbling and there are little tears forming on his waterline.
Hob drops his bag. He can't help himself. A wave of laughter comes over him, almost doubling him over while Dream stands there and glares. He's even got one hand resting on his little flat tummy.
“Dream, baby. Sweetheart. You don't… you don't have a uterus. Or a vagina, or any of the necessary bits. You are totally not pregnant!” Hob manages to compose himself enough to cross the room and take Dream’s tearful face in his hands. “And besides, you know I'm not leaving forever. I just absolutely have to go to this conference. I'll be back on Tuesday, before you know it!”
Dream scowls and tries to wriggle out of Hob’s grasp. “You're laughing at me. I'm having your baby all alone, and you think it's funny.”
It would be imperceptible to anyone else, but Hob can see the twinkle in his boyfriend's eyes. He's being silly. And maybe a bit horny. A treat, before Hob leaves for his trip.
“Poor little Dream,” Hob says, dropping his voice and crowding into Dream’s space. “Who could possibly leave such a pretty little thing, knocked up and all alone? How cruel of me. You need to be taken care of, right? While you're so vulnerable and needy. Having a baby would be perfect for you, though. You'd have me right under your thumb where you want me.”
“You are a cruel, unfeeling man, Hob Gadling,” Dream whimpers pathetically, melting against him. “And I love every minute of it.”
(Implied Dream/Calliope/Hob, Cucking kink, implied infertility, teasing, no sex just horny) 336 words
When a gorgeous man tells you that he wants you to get his wife pregnant, it's fair to pause. Assess the situation. Check that you heard him properly.
Which is what Hob is doing – for the third or fourth time.
“Sorry, sorry. I just want to be totally sure. You want me to, uh. Have sex with Calliope – your beautiful wife Calliope – and finish inside her, and keep on doing it until she gets a positive pregnancy test?”
Dream – the aforementioned gorgeous man – nods, as though this is an entirely normal conversation to be having with a friend. “That is correct. We have lately discovered that I am unfortunately unable to father a child, yet we wish to become parents. We decided together that you are the ideal candidate to take my place in the act of conception.”
Hob has to shift his stance (thank god he's standing behind the bar at the Inn, so Dream can't see the erection bulging out the front of his jeans). “Wow. I'm… honoured. Flattered,” he clears his throat. “Kind of really fucking turned on, too.”
Dream has the good grace to hide his smirk, leaning his cheek on his hand. “The idea of fucking my wife appeals to you? The idea of me sitting, watching as you fill her with your potent seed? As you make her cum and fill her womb at once?”
Hob makes a little whimpering sound that he hopes isn't audible to anyone else. He's supposed to be working. Not talking dirty with his best buddy. “...um. That about sums it up, yeah.”
“She will be gratified to hear it,” Dream leans across the bar, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from Hob’s shoulder. “Will you think about it further?”
Hob, leaking and twitching in his underwear and hardly able to breathe, will probably never be able to think about anything else for quite a long while. And… he's bizarrely, incredibly okay with that.
(mutual baby trapping, dom/sub undertones, degradation kink) 346 words
There's a sternness to Dream’s voice that really ought not to be so sexy. His arms, lean and muscular, are crossed over his bare chest as he watches Hob through the open bathroom door. “My pretty little slut. Is there any particular reason why you are… replacing your birth control pills with vitamin gummies?”
Hob guiltily allows the offending pills to drop into the sink. He really doesn't have a good answer to the question; who could possibly come up with a reasonable response when none exists?
“Probably the same reason that you've been poking holes in the condoms.” He says, and actually, it's a pretty damned good retort. He turns away from the sink and towards the door, smirking openly. Dream bites down on his bottom lip, obviously trying not to let his expression betray him.
He saunters into the bathroom and immediately takes Hob by the hips, pinning him back against the sink. There's a deceptive strength in his thin hands that has Hob gasping softly. Before he can even think, Dream is picking up one of the gummies and pressing it between his open lips. Ever obedient, Hob swallows.
“Can you blame me for being so desperate to put a baby in you?” Dream growls, and slides his free hand between Hob’s trembling thighs. “Your greedy hole begs me for it every single time I fuck you. It deserves to be filled properly, don't you agree?”
Mute, Hob nods, and allows Dream to grope him. Yes, he's greedy, he's a dirty little whore – he wants it so bad, he'd gladly beg. His hand reaches out to pull Dream closer, to rut against him. He's clenching around empty air already. And he can't stop a grin from forming on his face. It's inevitable: he always gets what he wants.
“Slut,” Dream rumbles, and pushes him towards the bedroom. “Be careful what you wish for. I won't stop until you're round with my cum and my child. Maybe your hole will finally be sated, then.”
Breedvember Day 27 ~ A baby will fix our relationship
Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.9k
Content: Modern au. No curses. Referenced Cheating. Well, Reader thinks Sukuna is cheating. Angst. For a little bit. Mention of children. Smut. Vaginal fingering. Vaginal sex. Minors DNI!
A/N: My last entry for Breedvember, please enjoy!
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“Get the fuck out!”
A pile of Sukuna’s clothes hits him smack dab in the face. His brows furrow in confusion. “Wait, baby, why are you kicking me out?”
“You know why.” You grab more piles of his clothes, just throwing him in his vicinity. “I don’t want you in here if you’re gonna keep lying to me.”
“But I’m not lying-wait!” You’re pushing him out, past the doorway, through the kitchen. Sukuna resists, using little strength to try and talk you out of it. “Let’s just stop and talk about this for a minute.”
“No. You’ve been lying to me and I’ve had enough.”
“It’s not what you think, just stop for a minute-”
“Nuh-uh. Get out.”
You’re not hearing another word he has to say. The begging and pleading your boyfriend gives is ignored as you kick him to the curb, clothes draped over his body in complete disarray. You can’t believe he still has that same confused look, as if he did nothing wrong. As if he hasn’t been out late for the past couple of months, doing who knows what.
Sukuna wasn’t willing to tell you either.
When you bought up his late night ventures the first time, he said it “wasn’t important”. Not blowing you off, but not reassuring you either. You’re used to how your boyfriend is. His blunt, sometimes rude attitude wasn’t a green flag at first, but you warmed up to it.
This time his attitude was weird. Almost like he was hiding something from you. He tended to work really late at the bar, not coming home until 3am in the morning.
You thought it was just a work thing.
Until you talked to his manager, Gojo, and was told that Sukuna’s been leaving early, around 10pm. Which was odd. Where he was going? His manager didn’t know.
So you asked Sukuna again about the late nights, he tried to use the work excuse. You pursed your lips and made him try again. The next excuse he used was Toji, saying he was hanging out with him.
That didn’t seem right though because Toji was busy taking care of his son. And that man wasn’t the type to leave his wife hanging.
Another lie. So that could only mean one thing.
He’s cheating on you.
It’s the only explanation that makes sense.
The thought of Sukuna being with someone else hurt, especially because he told you when you started dating that there was no one else like you. It’s one of the reasons why you’ve been together for three years. To have him cheat on you…
You can't think about it.
Especially when he’s back at the door thirty minutes later, begging you to let him in. That it’s not what you think. That he can’t explain why, but it’ll be worth it. Soon. Whatever that means.
You can’t look at his pitiful face through the peephole anymore, so you try to forget everything with a pint of strawberry ice cream and a random action movie.
Anything to drown out the fact that Sukuna, who said he loved you after you beat some guy at a drinking contest, could do this to you. He always bought you back food after his shift. He stayed on the phone with you when you were getting home late from work, not caring if he was on the job. He taught you how to punch a guy in the throat if they ever tried some stupid shit with you.
Was all of that for nothing? Was he just a master in saying and doing the right things to get people to fall in love with him? Did you waste your time?
Tears wouldn’t stop falling, dripping into the empty ice cream container. You’re desperately wiping the snot from your nose with your sweatshirt sleeve. That thick, black texture reminds you this is Sukuna’s. He gave it to you to shut you up since you kept talking about how you don’t have any of his clothes.
The memory makes the tears fall down faster, barely able to see the movie. You cry in your arms, ruining his sweatshirt even more. Your heart sinks and your eyes are heavy. This is it. You and him are done. You thought he loved you, but it was all a lie.
You cry until your head hurts. Unable to open your eyes, you end up falling asleep on the hard couch. You didn’t want to be comfortable right now. You just want to hurt.
Sukuna isn’t outside when you get up after a handful of hours. Your heart pangs because it solidifies that you two officially are over.
You don’t have the capacity to go to work, but you also can’t just lie around. Sukuna’s spicy yet intoxicating scent is on the couch. If you go to your bed it’ll be the same. Every place in the apartment will remind you of him.
Fuck it, you’ll go to work.
As you brush your teeth, you get a text.
‘Call me, baby.’
You roll your eyes, ignoring it. When buttoning up your blouse, zipping up your pencil skirt, and sliding on your heels, you get another text.
‘Hey, let’s talk.’
It’s ignored.
Your phone rings when you’re out the door, hurrying to catch the morning train. It’s Sukuna so you don’t answer. He calls again while you’re on the train, listening to music to mentally prepare yourself. You don’t pick up. You can’t speak to him right now because you'll either cry or curse him out.
If he keeps calling you, it’s going to be the latter.
‘Baby, I don’t want this to cause a rift between us.’
You see that and scoff. That’s when you text him.
‘Too late.’
You try to get through your job with as little issues as possible. Your coworkers greet you, noticing the bags under your eyes. You'd turn into a sobbing mess explaining last night's break up, so you tell them you had trouble sleeping. They accept it, being nice enough to say you can go home early if it gets too much. You can’t go home, not yet.
The sting in your heart heals a little throughout the day. The pain from Sukuna’s betrayal resembles a mild burn once it’s lunchtime, which you forgot to bring.
While pondering in the break room, your coworker taps your shoulder. “Hey, your boyfriend left this for you.”
She hands you a large, brown bag. Inside there’s a lemonade and a Mediterranean bowl filled with brown rice, chicken and salad with tzatziki sauce. Sukuna said he was going to get it for you when he got paid today since you craved it yesterday. Your stomach growls at the sight.
“Thanks.”
“Your boyfriend is always so sweet. It’s like you’re forgetting your lunch on purpose so he can send you food.” She laughs and you try to, releasing a harsh chuckle. “I’d kill to have someone bring me food when I forget it.”
It’s a sweet gesture, but it doesn’t change the fact that he hurt you. As hungry as you are, you weren’t going to accept food from someone who broke your heart. So when your coworkers weren’t looking, you throw away the food.
Coffee was now your lunch. You'll eat when you get off of work.
‘Did you get the food?’
You ignore the message, stomach growling.
Sukuna calls you again after work. You don’t answer, deciding to bite the bullet and block him. You can’t see his name anymore. You can’t indulge him anymore. You’re not together now and he has to accept that. You don’t want to think about how wrong it feels when you’re scarfing down your burrito at your favorite Mexican place.
Did he really cheat on you? Or did you just assume and not give him room to explain? No, cause then there would be another lie. More false words instead of telling you what you want to hear. Going with the cheating story would help yourself get used to it. So when he tells you that he cheated, you won’t be as devastated.
It’s stupid. Nothing makes sense. But when does loving someone ever make sense? You don’t dwell on it anymore. You just want to take a shower, wash your sheets, and sleep without Sukuna. Maybe it’ll be bearable tonight.
You’re ready to be alone again when you see Sukuna in the apartment. The place is spotless, no clothes sprawled across the floor, dinner is cooking in the oven, and he’s bopping his head to the beat of his rock music.
“What the fuck? Why are you here?”
Sukuna perks up, turning down his music. “What do you mean? I live here.”
“Not anymore you don’t. I kicked you out.”
“You were pissed as shit at me. I thought work would cool you down enough so we can talk.”
“Oh, you mean when you bribed me?”
He blinks, not liking that word. “I didn’t bribe you, I always bring you food when you forget your lunch. That ain’t new.” He continues to go back to what he’s doing, checking the pot of water that was now coming to a boil. “I’m making chicken parmesan. I was craving pasta-”
“Sukuna.” You cut him off, leaving the front door wide open. “Get out of the apartment. We are done.”
He freezes, brows furrowing. “What do you mean we’re done?”
“Like I said. We’re. Done. If you can’t tell me what the fuck you’re doing then I don’t want to be in the same place as you.”
“You can’t know what I’m doing. But it’s not what you think-”
“What should I think when you’re out late at night?”
Sukuna takes in a breath, “Baby, I’m not cheating on you.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Then get out.”
“It’s not bad-”
“Get out, Sukuna! I don’t want to see you anymore!”
He scoffs, running a hand through his pink hair. He grabs his things, cuts off the stove and goes to the door. Sukuna doesn’t say anything, brushing past you. You slam the door and make a mental note to change the locks tomorrow morning with the landlord.
You can’t believe he pulled that after everything. Acting like nothing ever happened, what the fuck? How dare he act like he didn’t just hurt you? He thought you would take him back just like that? You were not that easy.
A whiff of his cologne lingers in the air. You smell it the most when you hover by the oven, checking to see how long the chicken had left. No tears flow as you stand there, wanting to be enveloped by him one way or another.
How did you even get here?
You have another date with your ice cream, eating the entire pint of filled with cheesecake bites and chocolate chips. It’s a crime that it was so delicious.
You don’t see Sukuna after you kicked him out. He knows you blocked him, so you expected his silhouette by the door, begging you to take him back. He’s not there.
Toji stopped by to let you know Sukuna is crashing at his place. That he misses you and wants you to take him back. You don’t believe it and reiterate that you don’t want to see him again.
In fact, your break up has been almost a month. Waking up in the morning doesn’t feel so terrible anymore. And you don’t miss his scent as much.
Are you bold enough to start going out again?
You don't want to second guess yourself as you struggle to zip up your dress, a black, sequin adorned one that ended right at your thighs. Hot enough to pick up someone at a bar. Sukuna would be all over this dress if he saw you in it.
No wait, tonight isn't about him. It’s about having a good time, getting drunk and maybe having a one night stand.
You decide to pre-game with Yuki and Utahime at a bar.
The plans changed a little when they wanted to be a little tipsy before going on this private yacht they rented. From what you heard, it had a lavish dinner and a nice sight for a firework show. It sounded fun.
“How are you feeling?” Yuki asks after you take a shot of vodka, “Or do we need to get you another shot?”
You snort, hissing at the taste. “I’m fine. I needed to get out.”
“Yeah, cause if you call me up to get some more ice cream, I would’ve lost it.” Utahime says, making you laugh.
“Sorry. It just messed me up bad, you know? I thought Sukuna was the one. Even though he was hard-headed and mean and…” You stop when the girls raise their brows at you, “uh, you know, I loved him. It’s gonna be hard finding that again.”
They give you hugs combined with a few more shots. It felt good, freeing to not think about your ex anymore.
After taking a taxi to the pier, windows rolled all the way down because you felt hot, you arrived.
The women stood by your side, arms wrapped around yours while walking down. The boat looked huge. Or maybe it was your lack of depth perception. It was so fancy with a pristine, white exterior and, of course, a butler by the ship entrance. Gosh, you hoped you didn’t have to pay for this.
“Ladies.” The butler greets, “Welcome to the Serenity.”
“Whoa, we get a butler?”
“Oh yeah.” Utahime says to you while stealing a glance at Yuki. “This yacht is legit. They have to bag check us one by one though. So since you’re the most recently dumped, you go first.”
You didn’t scowl at her, but rather follow the butler inside.
Everything was just as elegant as the outside. White and gold filled your vision. Your heels click along the brown, hard wood floors which turned into a plush, white carpet. There was a bar nearby and a kitchen when you walked past. And you swore there might be rooms when you followed him to the dining area.
You didn’t do anything to deserve this, besides be mopey and depressed. It was a sign that everything was looking up for you.
“Hey.”
Your heart dropped to its stomach. Sukuna was by the dining table, all dressed in a black suit, hair slicked back. He’s carrying a bouquet of roses and a purple colored teddy bear. His lips curl up into a low smile that makes your eyes water.
“No. No. No.” You stumble backwards, the butler catching you. “Why are you here? What the-?”
“Wait, before you tell me to fuck off-”
“No. Was this all a set up? Did you really call my friends so you can do all of this so we can get back together?” You back up some more when Sukuna presses on. “I just said it’s over.”
“Yeah, but I’m not done with you.”
“Says the man who cheated on me.”
“Baby, why would I cheat on someone like you?”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You turn, going to the nearest exit. You can’t believe that Sukuna managed to do all of this just so you can forgive him for cheating. As if you were ever going to consider taking him back. You don’t even see your friends while making your way towards the exit.
Sukuna is quicker as he grabs your hand, making you turn. “Wait-”
“What?” You snatch your hand away, “What could you say to justify all of this?”
“Marry me.”
That’s…not what you were expecting. Even as the words replay in your mind again and again. But Sukuna was serious because then he’s on one knee, against the hardwood floor, a ring right in your line of sight.
It’s beautiful. The diamond ring radiates wealth, which was something you and him didn’t have a lot of. At least to buy an expensive one like that. Yet, it’s there, shining bright with the lights on the deck.
Wait, you can’t accept this. He’s a cheater.
“This is what I was doing the entire time.” Sukuna says, “Why I was busting my ass at the bar. Why I was doing those late nights. All so I could do this for you.”
You can’t speak. Rather, you didn’t know what to say. All the emotions; embarrassment, anxiousness, happiness were combining into one big cluster fuck of a mess. You didn’t know whether to believe him or walk away.
“How?”
“Satoru was a pain in my ass.” Sukuna grumbles, “He had me do parties that were late as hell. Made damn good tips though. In exchange, he let me borrow the boat. Free of charge.” He went into his pocket to get his phone, “You can check my bank statements. And Satoru’s Instagram shows all of his parties. I’m in the background.”
You did what he said, showing the payments from a ‘Daddy Gojo’. All being around a few thousands of dollars. Definitely makes sense of how he can afford that ring. You don’t follow Gojo, knowing he’s technically Sukuna’s boss, but you saw his feed was full of parties, your ex in the background working as Gojo showed off his guests.
“Then why use the Toji lie?”
“It wasn’t a lie. He was helping me pick out the ring. I wasn’t sure what to get and I didn’t want you to suspect because…you know how you are.”
You facepalm, your face getting hotter. “Right.”
He was going to propose to you and you just shut him down without trusting him. What kind of relationship can this be if you didn’t trust your partner?
“I don’t want anyone else but you.” He states, still holding that position. “You’re the reason why I get up in the morning, why I don't even consider anyone else. Fuck this month apart was torture. I wanted to see you, hold you, kiss you. Hell, to keep going with this plan you've always been on my mind. 24/7. From how you look down the aisle to carrying our kid.”
Your eyes go wide at that. You and Sukuna haven't really mentioned kids. To hear him say that he's thinking about the distant future is touching.
“I… don’t want to be apart from you again. Not ever.”
Tears well in your eyes. You needed to look up to let it not ruin your mascara. “I’m…so sorry. I didn’t trust you and assumed the worst when I should’ve just heard you out. I’m such a horrible person.”
“No, you’re not. I was a dumbass trying to keep it a secret or make you assume. That won’t happen again, I promise.”
“No.” You fan your face, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I need to get better at trusting you. It’s important to every marriage.”
“Wait, marriage?” He sits up, eyes going wide. “So that means you’ll…?”
“Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”
There’s a wave of applause in the background as he slides the ring on your finger. You take a second to admire it before Sukuna embraces you, hugging you tight, burying his face in your neck. His scent surrounds you and pulls your heart back in. The strength from his arms makes you fall in deeper, to the point where he’s almost carrying you.
To know that he wasn’t cheating on you, that he was going to propose, is everything. He does love you. He wasn’t messing around or playing games. Sukuna wants to spend the rest of his life with you. And you can’t see anyone else you want a future with.
You miss his kisses, how dominating he can be during each embrace. You don’t even care if he ruins your make up.
“You had a few shots, didn’t you?”
You wave him off, “That’s no way to talk to your future wife.”
He chuckles, leading you back to the dining room area. You can fully enjoy the flowers and the cute teddy bear. The latter is under your arm when you cover his face in kisses.
Actually, since it’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you sit on his lap, deciding to eat dinner this way. Sukuna doesn’t complain with a hand wrapped around your waist, holding up your hand to admire the ring on your finger.
The dinner was a six course meal that would be served as the boat sets sail. You were also going to be staying in one of the rooms until morning, so there was no rush to get back home.
Each course was better than the last. Scallops, soup, salad, an herb encrusted rack of lamb, and cheesecake for dessert. You and Sukuna fed each other in the mix of light kisses, turning into mini make outs.
“You’re so sexy.” He grips your ass, squeezing it through your dress. “You was going to wear this to an elegant yacht party?”
“Actually,” You sip your champagne, “I was going to pick someone up at the bar until I found out about the dinner.”
Sukuna glares and you hide a smile behind your glass, “You were gonna cheat on me?”
“We weren’t together anymore, Sukie. I thought you didn’t love me, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He fondles the fat of your thigh, fingertips skimming right under the hem of your dress. “I don’t want to think about you getting ready to fuck someone else that ain’t me.”
“I’m sorry…” Your tongue slid past his lips to heighten your apology. He groans against you, pushing you up against him. The taste of dinner and dessert on your tongues, still tasting just as delicious. Oh how you missed him. His rough touches, his firm hand on your backside. You can feel your zipper being toyed with during each kiss.
His grip on you gets stronger, your breath stolen away. Sukuna humps against your bottom, making you grip his shoulder to keep steady. He trails down to your neck, taking in your floral perfume before nibbling and sucking on your neck.
It's embarrassing how your body submits to him. How the goosebumps flourish on your skin during each passing minute he spends lavishing you.
“Mr and Mrs. Itadori?” One of the staff calls, “The fireworks are starting soon.”
You two part, catching each other’s breath. Sukuna’s pants are hard when he, unfortunately, removes you from his lap. He leads you to the balcony, where you get a full view of the ocean. The stars are faint, glowing behind the bustling city lights. He’s behind you, holding you close.
The breeze hits your skin, making you lean back and take it in. You’re going to start a new chapter with him. Does that mean you need to get a new place? The apartment was okay for the two of you, but it’s not designed for forever. There’s no room for a baby.
God, you can’t believe you're already thinking about children. You haven’t even walked down the aisle yet. That’s what this man does to you. Have you think about stuff you hardly talked about.
“If it’s not clear, I’m glad you said yes.”
You look back at him, “Yeah I can tell.”
His breath hitches at the rub of your bottom along his erection. “Not that. Because then I’d have to do the other method.”
Before you ask what that is, the fireworks begin. A splash of reds, blues and greens cover the sky. Each one as extravagant and vibrant than the last. You watch in awe, entranced by the boisterous scene.
You’re not sure what Sukuna meant by other method until giant, bright words spelling out ‘Will You Marry Me?’ grace your eyes.
“So this was the official proposal, huh?”
Sukuna nudges his head against yours, “Yeah. See how you fucked that up?”
“Okay, okay.” You giggle when he kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“Make it up to me.” He grinds his hips against your ass. The hard on is apparent, enticing you further.
You two barely had a chance to close the door in the room before he’s on you. The kiss practically swallowing you whole, overpowering you. When Sukuna misses you, he doesn’t have a problem showing it. It’s why your dress was gone before you could blink.
He stares hungrily at your matching red bra and underwear, practically starving when he removes them. He doesn’t touch your naked body. Not yet. He’s pulling the tie from his suit, removing his jacket.
“Can you imagine it? Walking down the aisle with my baby in you?” He says, voice gruff as he unbuttons his shirt.
The thought of you having a shotgun wedding would turn people’s heads. But just thinking about Sukuna being a father to your child causes your core to flutter.
“Yeah…I was just thinking about our apartment being too small for the baby…” He wasn’t expecting that because he struggles pulling off his pants, his hard on in your line of sight. Those black boxers of his straining against the hilt of his shaft. “We need to have room for us and our child-”
“You don’t know what that just did to me. Having a baby to fix this whole mess we’re in…Shit…”
The make out is heavy. He’s clutching onto you, desperate to feel your hot skin. His grip isn't painful. It’s proof that he's here. That he's never going to let you go.
Breaths get deeper, kisses get louder. You’re on the bed and in a complete daze.
“Let me have your baby…” You coo, legs wrapping around his waist. “Please…”
“Fuck, baby. Don’t say that or I'm gonna cum.”
You’re succumbed with each kiss. Sukuna's touch moves down your arms, your breasts, your stomach. He lingers on your forearm, kissing it. He makes sure to flick your nipples with his tongue before sucking and groping them. Saliva cools on your skin, making you stutter, your cunt getting wetter.
Sukuna dips his thick fingers in between your legs, pushing into you. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet…”
Your head falls back, spreading your legs wider. It’s only been a month, but you feel like you haven’t been touched in years. You haven’t bothered to pleasure yourself during the break up. Your fingers were obsolete compared to his. Each pump of his fingers, thumb pressing along your clit makes you gasp.
He holds your legs apart, focusing on making you feel wonderful. You're grinding with his fingers, squirming. It doesn't help that he's watching you intently. See when you finally hit your peak. Your eyes rolling back, toes curling.
“Mmh, so you missed me huh?”
“Be quiet…”
He hooks his hand with yours, feeling the rock of your new ring, “I missed you…”
Before you say anything, Sukuna pushes into you. The stretch is amazing. With every inch, your body is remembering what he feels like. All under those muscular arms, built torso covered with tattoos. His chest abruptly rising and falling.
“Give me a minute…”
“What happened to giving me our baby?”
“Damn, woman, just give me a second.” He grips the sheets, closing his eyes. “This is what happens when we don’t fuck for a month.”
“And who's fault was that?”
He shoots daggers at you and you don’t care with a smirk. “Yours.”
“Rude.”
“Whatever.” Sukuna pulls out and suddenly flips you over. He pushes down your head against the comforter, “I just gave you a whole ring and this is how you treat me?”
You're shifting, hardly able to move due to his strength. “W-Wait, hold on-”
“Nah.”
He slams back into you, the slap of his skin against yours fills the room. You’re gasping along the sheets when he pounds into you. Every thrust making your eyes roll back, gripping the sheets yourself.
“O-Oh god…”
“Mmhm. Is it still my fault now?”
He’s pressed against your back, raising your hips to fuck you in a better angle. Your slickness from you escapes your hole, trailing down to your lips. It’s like he notices when his two fingers rub against your clit.
“You think everybody will think we only had this baby to fix our relationship?” Sukuna says, holding your hips to keep you from falling. “Like I forced you into it? Or did we just miss each other that bad that I said fuck a condom?”
You don’t know. All you know is you’re about to cum, almost there to the edge. Your ass pushes against him and he takes it as a sign. Sukuna slaps your bottom, making you yelp.
“Cum so I can give you this baby.”
“Ah!” With another slap, your ass stinging, makes you climax once more. A bit harder, making you squeeze around his girth.
Sukuna stutters, thrusts losing rhythm. He powers through with a few more thrusts before he climaxes as well, pumping his seed into your pretty hole. It’s so much cum to the point where it starts coming out of your sex, dripping even when he pulls out.
He tries to push some back in, rubbing your ass to soothe the stinging. When he doesn’t have much in him, he crashes on top of you, but not crushing you.
A kiss lands on your forehead before going down to your neck. You take every one in, not wanting him to part for a single moment.
“I love you, Mrs. Itadori.”
You smile, your heart about to burst. “I love you too, Mr. Itadori.”
Aziraphale and Crowley are both more pleased than they’d thought they’d be with their arranged marriage. Now, Crowley just wishes Aziraphale would stop being so noble and get to the baby-making bits with her.
Prompt(s): Begging + Arranged Marriage
Relevant tags: male-presenting Aziraphale, female-presenting Crowley, Aziraphale has a penis, Crowley has a vulva, top Aziraphale/bottom Crowley, human au, arranged marriage, procreative sex, vaginal sex, begging, creampie, pregnant Crowley
Of course she was adjusting to the marriage. They both were, would be for a bit! “That doesn’t matter to me, not for this. If you wanted me, you should’ve asked.”
“It’s pressure,” he insisted. “Not just intimacy but… well, it’s why we were chosen to wed, wasn’t it?”
Two old families, few heirs, no grandchildren. Yes, she knew exactly why this’d been arranged. A thought to dread before, but with Aziraphale?