hey! this past november i decided to challenge myself by writing for an event, something i’ve never done before even though i’ve been writing fanfiction for several years. part of the challenge was writing for a kink i don’t have much experience with and had never considered writing previously, but i wanted to try new things. if you don’t know, a breeding kink refers to a “sexual fantasy or fetish focused on the act or risk of impregnation.” :)
if that sounds like your thing, perhaps you’d be interested in the nineteen fics i ended up writing during that november! i will warn you though: there is dark content in some of these entries as i was experimenting with writing horror, so reading the tags will be extremely important. remember the power of scrolling past things you don’t like. i know that may sound obvious but trust me, i gotta say it.
also, now that november is long gone and the “AHHH I NEED TO POST SOMETHING” panic has ended, you will definitely see me going in and editing probably everything you see in this masterlist. operating under a time constraint, a lot of the time things just weren’t as long as i would’ve wanted them to be, and i’m very much a perfectionist! also, since it was my first time writing for this kink and i’m now fairly sure i have a grasp on what works and what doesn’t, i’m def gonna be changing certain things that ended up being cringe for prolonged horniness lol
i hope you enjoy! i’ve been so grateful for the kudos and reblogs and feedback across platforms. :)
for other takes on breedvember, and for information about the event, check out @breedvember and the breedvember collection on ao3!
a little tagging system to help you out:
🌶️ = smut, but maybe not too crazy all things considered
🌶️🌶️ = heavy smut, might make you say "whoa"
🌶️🌶️🌶️ = utterly unhinged (lol)
⚠️ = dark content (PLEASE, for the love of god, read the warnings)
💚 = fluff! no need to be scared.
💔 = at least some angst elements
📖 = story-focused in comparison to porn without plot
🔥 = mostly here for the horny
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○ DAY ONE — BABY FEVER
featuring ethan and mia winters 🌶️💚💔📖
○ DAY TWO — BEGGING
featuring tom holland’s (of age) peter parker 🌶️💚🔥
○ DAY THREE — QUICKIES AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES
featuring robin buckley and chrissy cunningham 🌶️💔📖
○ DAY FOUR — STRAP ON
featuring natasha romanoff and wanda maximoff 🌶️🌶️🔥
○ DAY FIVE — OVULATION
featuring (obviously aged up) eveline 🌶️🌶️🌶️⚠️🔥
○ DAY SIX — FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE’S CUM OUT
featuring jack and lucas baker 🌶️🌶️🌶️⚠️🔥
○ DAY SEVEN — KIDNAPPING
featuring arkhamverse riddler 🌶️🌶️⚠️📖
○ DAY EIGHT — SCANDAL
featuring nate jacobs and cassie howard 🌶️🌶️⚠️ 💔📖
○ DAY NINE — HONEYMOON
featuring eddie brock and venom 🌶️🌶️💚📖
○ DAY TEN — COCK/CUM WORSHIP
featuring karl heisenberg 🌶️🌶️📖
○ DAY ELEVEN — GROUP SEX
featuring the shelby brothers 🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥
○ DAY TWELVE — WEDDING NIGHT
featuring marc spector and steven grant…and maybe someone else too! 🌶️💚📖
○ DAY THIRTEEN — SNOWED IN
featuring sam wilson 🌶️💚📖
○ DAY FOURTEEN — JEALOUSY
featuring harley and ivy from the harley quinn animated series 🌶️🌶️🌶️⚠️📖
○ DAY FIFTEEN — FORGETTING CONDOMS
featuring coriolanus snow and lucy gray baird 🌶️💚🔥
Robert liked the way Courtney would try and hide her moans because she sucked at it.
Her face pressed into a pillow, her back arched as Robert fucked her from behind.
He heard her mangled moans, her cunt clenching down on his cock as he swung his hips, letting his pelvis smack against her ass before pulling back slowly.
She never lasted long in this position, not when Robert could take his time and stroke shallow against her g-spot, her thighs trembling when he kept his tip kissing against it.
Her cunt was amazing on him, hot and dripping, her arousal heavy in the air and coating down her thighs. Robert felt it stick to his skin every time he sunk his cock deep into her, his body pressed against her own.
Robert knew he could come just like that. Having his hips slap against Courtney’s ass with her face planted against the pillow like it provided her Albuterol, her walls fluttering on his cock — but Robert wasn’t a man of half measures when it came to his wife.
He wanted to hear her sing.
“Why is a loudmouth like you hiding your voice at a time like this?” Robert leaned his body against Courtney’s as he reached down and fisted her hair, pulling on it firmly, bringing her face off the pillow. “I want to hear your shriek when you come.”
“F-Fuck you, Robert! I don’t shriek — ahhhh!”
Robert chuckled, the sound bleeding into a moan when Courtney fought back, her hips shaking as she bounced her ass against him. “Damn it, Court, don’t be a brat and just fucking take it.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, the same challenging look in her eyes she had when she found out he would be her dispatcher.
It sent a shock of arousal through Robert’s spine, the pulse of her walls on his length sent another, precum flooding out of his cock, his body on the verge of release.
“C’mon, hero, why don’t you make me.”
Robert gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come and reaching a hand around Courtney’s hip, pressing his palm flush against her mound, his middle and index fingers laying over her clit.
And then he strummed on her clit, knowing Courtney’s body better than she knew it herself.
Bottoming out his cock inside her, tugging on her hair, and bullying her clit —
“Robert!”
The way she moaned his name was the best, a half broken whine that turned into something throaty and animal.
The back of her thighs quivered against him, her hips slumping toward the mattress and Robert’s hand right over her cunt the only reason her weight was kept up. He pushed her against him, giving him the leverage to drive his cock to the back of her cunt with a few more sloppy thrusts before the pleasure overwhelmed him, groaning as he came too, flooding her with rope after rope of his seed.
“Fuck,” Robert breathed as he let the aftershocks of Courtney’s orgasm squeeze out the last few drops of cum from his sensitive cock, finally pulling out when it was too much to bear.
Courtney’s body was flopped down against their mattress, her cheek pressed against a pillow, but her ass still hung up in the air, her hips swaying gently.
The sight of his white cum flowing out of her gaped cunt was erotic beyond words, his cock twitching back to life, his foreskin sticky wet. Robert reached for Courtney’s ass, his thumbs pulling on the skin outside of her folds, watching as his seed dripped down and tracked across the inside of her thighs, the contrast of his white stains and her tanned skin turning Robert ravenous, lust firing through his nerves like he was a teenager again.
“W-what the hell are you doing? You’re wasting your cum,” Courtney growled, her exhausting taking out the bite of her tone. “Give it back to me.”
“My bad, Court.”
Robert used his fingers to collect the trail of his semen rolling down her thighs, pushing it up and then back into her greedy cunt, fingering her until she was a mess once again, muffled moans as she came.
Under the Trench Coat: Breedvember part 1 days 1-6
In the months of August, September, October, November, and December, I wrote some 67,488 words split across 30 stories for the event of Breedvember. Per my napkin math, if you include this and the contest entry which I wrote in the same time frame, I actually only wrote about 500 words a day.
This post will serve as a story reflection board and also a general recollection of my thoughts on the process at time of posting. I decided rather early on that I would save any blog posts for after I finished posting all the stories. It just takes too long to write a blog post especially when that time writing a blog post could be better spent on writing a new story. Depending on how you looked at it, I either finished 4 days ahead of deadline 12/31, or 27 days behind deadline 11/30. As of today, 12/27/2025, I am one of 18 stories to have posted after the official end of breedvember, but I am certain many writers backdated their stories as I did.
Day 1: (Baby fever) Baby fever dreaming - Original Work
A particularly weak start to my posting. This story felt like a natural progression of “Handlebars: Girls who like it when boys pull her hair” in the way that Adela would probably be the last to notice her need for a baby, but it also serves as a rather soulless sequel. I should have turned up the aggression in the sex given that Geo had more time to get comfortable (consensually) beating his wife. As it is now, there’s not really a great hook to this story, or particularly strong prose. 4 stars.
Day 2: (Arranged Marriage) Until Courtly Love is Needed Once Again - Yu-Gi-Oh!
Another weaker posting, but this one mostly for its prose. I think the emotional character work isn’t bad, but the exposition dumps were horrid. The premise, I think, holds up alright with its subversion on quasi-infidelity. While the initial intent for the challenge was to put up a minimum of 1000 words per story, I really didn’t feel much motivation for this one and left it at 700~. In retrospect, a single sentence about Laundsallyn and why she loves him alongside another sentence or two as to how she perceives Artorigus would do a lot to establish these relationships. I don’t think I wrote too little, I think I was inefficient with the words I did use. 3 stars.
Day 3: (Quickies at Inappropriate Times) Cultivating a different essence - Original Work
Initially, this work was supposed to be for another prompt, and I forget which one. Honestly, I do want to write a more involved cultivation story in the future, and I have one in mind. It was nice to cut my teeth on a simpler story, and I think other than missing the hypothetical spirit of the prompt, it’s a fine story. The prose came out well, the character motivation makes sense, and the setting feels decently established. 8 stars.
Day 4: (Pushing Cum Back Inside) Why should you be allowed to have what I cannot? - Original Work
This is one of my earliest stories, and also one of my most complete that I hadn’t yet posted. Honestly, the imagery here is solid and I liked the premise of a super-soldier with an inferiority complex, very Metal Gear Solid. Still, there’s something missing from it, perhaps it was a story that needed to have more struggling or even more Dana perspective. I’m grateful that this challenge pushed me to complete this story, even if it wasn’t as good as I believed it could be. 7 stars.
Day 5: (Fertility Window) Mated in America - Original Work
This is the first story I posted for this challenge that felt really solid. While I don’t really seek out hyperspermia as a kink when I read, I thought the idea of a hyperspermic man conquering a ‘bitch’ would be a good pitch. From there, I thought the execution went swimmingly. Perhaps more could be done with the other bypasser catching sight of her, but water under the bridge. Though this is another story that might not fit the spirit of the prompt, I think it was good enough and added something of worth to my collection that I don’t mind bending over to include it. 9 stars.
Day 6: (Monster AU) Addicted to the feeling like I'm caught in a trance (In a trance) - Original Work
I really like the premise of this story, but I do think that its progenitor, Alpha Sigma Sigma by cobaltcandle was mostly better done. I did make a number of alterations to the story such as making my female lead Asian (very important) and cutting out that weird mommy scene at the end (not very important) in order to have the story better suit my tastes. I don’t think I’ve made a better story, and I don’t think I’ve written one that’s as comprehensive. Still, this one is my story and it has a tighter plot and a funny scene with a hecatoncheires. Also, the original story is such a high-quality story that I feel good even if I fall short of that one given my timeline and… limited skill as a writer. 8 stars.
Naruto/Fem!Sasuke for day 7 of @breedvember - Mating Press
“What, are you scared I will try and escape?”
Naruto laughed, his boyish smile at odds with the position he had her in.
Sasuke’s body pinned underneath Naruto’s, folded in half as Naruto’s large hands rested underneath her knees, pressing them back so that her feet jutted up in the air by his head.
Naruto’s feet were planted right outside the curve of her ass, his hips canted as he leaned down on top her, running the underside of his fat cock against the stickiness of her dripping cunt.
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll try and make a merry band of misfits just to have me chasin’ you around the world again.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Sasuke scoffed.
“Don’t worry, I already know you’re addicted to this cock, yeah?”
“Naruto,” she hissed name like it was poison, the heat of her cheeks melting down her neck. Cusses caught in the back of her throat when he nudged her entrance with tip, her walls stretching around with a ready greed. “Stop pissing me off and fuck me already.”
Naruto winked at her, “Whatever my wife wants.”
The way he stroked his cock inside of her wasn’t gentle or delicate — the position he was in didn’t allow for it.
His thrust filled her up completely, a gasp punched out from her lungs, Sasuke’s eyes rolling back when his hips swivelled with his weight kissing the shape of her body against their mattress.
Then he pulled back, a brief reprieve before his pounded back into her, the filthy sounds of wet cunt being stretched out and heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Their bed frame creaking from Naruto’s motions, the headboard smacking against the wall in rhythm like a metronome from the strength of his thrusts.
And of course there was moaning. Moaning, grunting, panting, begging.
“Please, oh fuck, please, so deep, keep fucking me that deep!”
Sasuke’s lips always turned loose when she was under Naruto’s control but she couldn’t help it.
That line about being addicted to his cock wasn’t too far from the truth.
“You’re lovin’ it, yeah?” Naruto grunted, the swing of his hips violent as he sunk down balls deep into her cunt and then pulled back to the tip, her arousal clinging to his length like she’d marked him. “All those jokes but this position’s got you creamin’ yourself all over me whenever I grind at the back of your cunt.”
“Yes,” Sasuke breathed, her thighs twitching as the heat that pooled down in her cunt became overwhelming, pleasure burning to the tips of her nerves. “You got something right for once, congratulations.”
“Always with that lip, even when I’ve got your eyes rollin’ to the back of your head. Such a bitch, fuck,” Naruto huffed a laughed, the sharpness of his words muted with the affection in his tone.
“Don’t act like that’s not what you like most about me.”
Naruto smiled down at her, sweat dripping down from his temple, the flush of his cheeks gorgeous against the stretch of his whisker-marks.
Sasuke bit her lips, her walls clenching down on Naruto’s length from the sight of him on top of her looking delicious.
“No, that’s wrong. It’s my second favourite thing, after this pathetic, needy cunt.”
“Naruto!”
He laughed at the way she spat out his name, his knees sinking down on the bed, Naruto’s body pushing down on her, his thrusts always at least half deep now even as he sped up his thrusts.
Like he was using her cunt like a toy for himself — and it had her staining their sheets, her walls pulsing and fluttering, the bump of his pelvis against her swollen clit a march toward her demise.
“That’s it, fuck, Sasuke, ain’t you got the most perfect cunt on the planet? It was made for me,” Naruto growled, kissing along her jaw as he made his way toward her lips.
“It’s the only one you’ve ever tasted, idiot.”
“Don’t matter, I know it.”
Sasuke’s laugh bled into a moan, Naruto stealing the sound with his lips, kissing her with a longing that made her heart stutter. His tongue swiping against her own, teeth working on her lip when he pulled back.
His hips rolled, her clit bullied as he fucked her balls deep, the weight of him pressing down on top of her, making sure she couldn't escape. Forcing her to take the mind melting orgasm he delivered upon her, Sasuke's thighs aching by the time they finished trembling.
He forced her to take every last drop of his cum, his cock sheathed to the hilt inside of her, spilling rope after rope with the intent to get her pregnant, to have her stay in Konoha by his side.
As if there was anywhere else she would want to be.
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.
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.”
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.”
