he was not supposed to care.

he made it very clear from the jump — the moment you stood there with trembling fingers and that little plus sign shaking in your hand — he said no. flat out.

“get rid of it.”

no inflection, no hesitation. like it was a business decision — clean cut, transactional.

you cried. of course you did, and that irritated him. not because he didn’t expect it — people always cried around him, usually for very different reasons — but because you meant it. you kept saying shit like “it’s a life, ryomen. it’s mine. i’m keeping it.”

and for some godforsaken reason, that intrigued him.

he could’ve disappeared. could’ve gone ghost like it was nothing. but no, instead he sends money every month. doesn’t ask for receipts, doesn’t ask how you’re doing — just sends it. like clockwork. a habit. a system.

and then the texts started. once a week, always the same tone.

cold, efficient. might as well be a fucking doctor.

and yet you answer him every time like you owe it to him. like his disapproval still somehow has weight. you even tell him the stuff he doesn’t ask, like when the baby first kicked. or when you had morning sickness so bad you fainted.

you expected silence, but the next morning there’d be a delivery at your door — electrolytes, iron supplements, snacks. you pretended not to care, and he pretended not to send them himself.

he doesn’t come to check-ups, doesn’t ask about names. doesn’t send any of those useless stuffed animal bullshit things new parents get excited over. but he thinks. silently. like, how someone like you — soft-spoken, annoyingly hopeful — could still look him in the eye and choose to have his kid.

and then you’re in labor, and for some reason it’s him you call. not your friend, not your mom, not a cab. it’s sukuna.

and he doesn’t even think. just grabs his keys, doesn’t change clothes — just a tank top, sweats, and fury in his grip as he clenches the steering wheel and breaks five traffic laws to get to the hospital.

you’re already screaming when he finds you, sweaty and biting curses into your palm, and the nurse asks who he is and he says “the fucking father.”

he stays the whole time — pacing, arms crossed, jaw locked. doesn't say much — just sharp nods when you cry out that you can’t do it, low grunts of “yes you can.” doesn’t hold your hand. but he stays.

and then there’s crying.

two of them.

twins.

he stares at them like they’re alien creatures, wrinkled and red and noisy, and he thinks fuck, he’s in it now.

a nurse hands one over, then the other. and he’s never held anything this small before. never held anything with such… complete fragility.

they’re warm and loud and his.

his chest tightens, not with panic. not even with regret. but something heavier. something… tethering. you’re half-asleep but watching him. he doesn’t meet your eyes. just looks down at the kids — the fucking kids — and mutters,

“…they’ve got your nose.”

and that’s how it starts. not with love, not with some grand revelation — just with curiosity turning into presence.

and sukuna?

he stays.

Why does he need a- … oh

their kinks pt. 2 ! ✩ genshin boys hcs x fem!reader ↳ ft. haitham, childe, wriothesley, ayato

HAITHAM is obsessed with your size difference. he towers over you, not only when you stand next to him, but even now, as you lay under him, you seem so small compared to him. no amount of prep or foreplay can ever get you used to how fucking big he is. the way he can pin both your arms above your head with just one hand, how he can effortlessly take control at any second. it's alluring; the mere thought of you under him makes his head spin <3

CHILDE's having a great time fucking you through your clothes. you're on his lap, perched right on top of that bulge that he's so proud of you for causing. he rocks his hips and digs his fingers into your sides, straining against your soaked panties. he loves watching you get more and more desperate, trying to find a better angle where you could actually feel him, but he's never been one to rush things <3

WRIOTHESLEY is a gentleman in his daily life, but when it comes to sex, he's vicious. he loves biting, digging his teeth into the elegant crook of your neck while he's deep inside you. he'll make sure to never hurt you, obviously he'll be gentle enough; but he gets a huge thrill out of having your sweet skin between his teeth, pulling your lip along with him while he kisses you <3

AYATO is easily the most refined man in all of inazuma. but no one knows that he's got you bent over in front of his mirror, making you watch yourself while you're moaning his name in the most undignified way. the way he works your body, he knows just how you like it. and it seemed like a waste to him if you couldn't see yourself while he fucks you, so deep, so hard, so sweet <3

© 2025 flwrxiao → don't copy, translate or repost dividers: @/cafekitsune

@stargirlstabber :)

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minors and ageless blogs do not interact, 18+ only

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“You’ve got it all wrong,” he murmurs, “but what am I to expect from a stray like you? You’ve lived off scraps and abuse your whole life; of course you don’t know what to do now that I’ve given you food and shelter.” Suguru’s fingers ease up towards your neck as he continues, “a warm bed to lie in. Toys to play with. A collar—so you’ll never be lost again. No one’s ever given you this before, hm?”

Suguru tries to tame you.

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✧ SPRING FEVER collab masterlist ✧

cw: omegaverse, brat taming, mind games, toxic behavior, yandere suguru getou, yandere reader, biting, blood, marking, eventual forced bathing in later parts, eventual forced feeding in later parts, eventual smut in later parts; masturbation, voyeurism, a blurring of boundaries, consent as punishment?

a/n: this lil series is for @lorelune 's SPRING FEVER collab event!! i've been working on it for awhile now and i'm excited to share!! i have most of it done and you can find the posting schedule below!

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PART I: Friday, April 26th

PART II: Friday, May 3rd

PART III: Friday, May 10th

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older bf! john price having a house rule for you.

skirts. without panties. he wants- he needs you to wear skirts when you're at home. it's for easy access, you know?

so randomly throughout the day, he comes up behind you, smacks the flesh of your ass, bends you over and pushes his cock inside of your tight cunt.

he makes sure you follow his rule and he's the one to buy some nice skirts for you, scrolling through his phone to look for something he wants to see you in, and order it to be delivered.

sometimes john orders some toys alongside the skirts. some nice butt plugs for example.

and when the package arrives, you're making a little show for him in the living room.

john sits on the couch, legs in man spread as he leans back into the soft cushions, eyes rolling up and down your body, only dressed in a small top and one of the skirts be bought. and oh? a plug as well, the one with the blue gem, matching his eye color.

AL- ALMOST 3K?! y'all feeling rlly affectionate i guess🫶🏻✨

Bc my helmet was mentioned in my last post haha here is a picture of me with it :)

YAAAAAAAHAHHA

You seem to like it? ;)

hell yeah

i need to kill oliver aiku.

@nkogneatho pasi... i think 'fuck' autocorrected to kill.

no my autocorrect is fine. i need to KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL him

... lies

i need to kill oliver aiku.

@nkogneatho pasi... i think 'fuck' autocorrected to kill.

sorry i can't shut the fuck up do you still wanna fuck me

Bc my helmet was mentioned in my last post haha here is a picture of me with it :)

YAAAAAAAHAHHA

satoru gojo.

We all making grandpa cry btw