GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER

GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER

GETO SUGURU x CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── noncon, established relationship, blood and violence, pregnancy, kids (reader and geto have kids), heavy angst, best friend! gojo, flashbacks, jealousy, no curses au, alcohol consumption, dead dove not eat.

─── first chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ for every mistake, punishment takes place.

some things are meant to be hidden. a secret. someone should not dwell with. it's the way to keep things as they are. the most successful things are built in lies — it's better this way. relationships are no exceptions in this unwritten rule. after all, the most successful marriages are built in lies.

that's how you did it. not wanting to risk all the hard work you both built for this life, for this family. never letting the monster get in the way. you kept it. swallow the humiliation you had to endure. try to keep the relationship with your husband to keep afloat. you need to be strong. for the good of all.

geto knew something was up. the moment your smiles wouldn't reach your eyes. the layers of clothing. the mood swings. the fleeting intimacies that you gave to him. everything was forced. he didn't pry it at first. not wanting to upset you and sooner or later you'll open up to him, like you always do but there's always the breaking point which you could never pretend in front of him.

fights among siblings let alone twins is nothing out of ordinary considering they were growing up. exploring and knowing their feelings are considered to be part of understanding things and with the patience and with some comforting words where you would break the twins for fighting and explain what they truly felt and will apologize for hurting the others. that was your approach in teaching the twins to be humble and geto would watch. feeling proud and lucky for having you, raising the children with love.

that's what you are not until you've raised your voice. irritation evident in your voice making the twins stop fighting with each other and tears pooling at the corner sof their eyes. realizing what you have done, horror painting the expression in your face. immediately kneeling in front of the twins and scooping them into a hug.

“i'm sorry nana, mimi. mama never meant it, kay? i'm sorry. i'm sorry.” you apologized over and over again. the twins burying their faces in your shoulders while you try to soothe the two. you never mean it.

geto watch the scene unfold in front of him. it's like you were different. never did he expect for you to snap at them and the seeing you panicking. uneasiness creeps up on him. it's time for him to interfere. it looks like you aren't opening up to him soon.

he finds you in the kitchen washing the dishes. seeing you distressed and the need to talk to you without the twins around, he decided to drop the kids to his parents. they were bothering him for awhile to spend the time with their grandkids and it was the right time.

turning off the faucet, he kisses the side of your head. bringing you back to what you're supposed to be doing. “let me take care of this, i'll join you in bed after this.” he assures you and you nod. there's a squeeze in his chest. you didn't even bother to call his name, not a kiss bestowed upon him. usually you would stop what you were doing, dry your hands in the apron and turns around to hug him and place the sweetest kiss in his lips and you will call his name cutely. telling how much you've missed him but today — no, it's been days and in that moment geto knew there is something bothering you.

you didn't bother to acknowledge his presence, curled up in the side of your bed.

“hey.” he murmurs. his lips ghosting over your exposed skin in your neck. his hair drapes in your shoulder while he places his arm in your stomach and the others pats your hair softly. he only receives a brush of your shoulder hitting his chest and it frustrates him but he never let it control him. knowing that it would turn worse. he sighs.

“what's wrong?”

“there's nothing wrong, suguru.”

turning your head to prove your point but never meeting his gaze.

“there is if you're treating me like this. if this is about you getting upset over the twins, i understand. tell me, please. i couldn't bear to see you acting this way.” he reasoned with his most calm voice. trying for you to open up with him.

“it's not about the twins and i told you there is nothing wrong.” you retorted. you still didn't face him. remaining motionless and geto, he shouldn't be forcing you but he needs to know. he can't let this end today. not wanting to see you pretending in front of him.

“nothing's wrong? and if there is nothing wrong look me in the eyes and tell me nothing is wrong.” holding your cheek while he grabs your shoulder to face him.

“sugu, please don't. i don't want to talk about it. please.” you begged, your voice starting to crack and given your husband's strength. he instantly made you face him.

“just tell me and it would be over. i won't bother you again.” his voice soft, one of the times he oftens used after arguments.

you shake your head and you can't bring yourself to look at him straight in the eyes. you couldn't look. knowing that his loving gaze with trust and devotion swirling in those hues of purple in his eyes.

when you dared to look at his eyes. this is the first time you've looked at him. he was sort of relieved but is short lived when your eyes turned glossy and droplets of tears began to pour out from your eyes.

his eyes widening upon seeing your tears. he never seen you cry this much. this tears it was different. like it was building inside you, waiting for it to break and this is the time.

“he—"

“i'm sorry. i'm sorry— i—i—” your voice cracks and you began sobbing. crying your eyes out.

it broke his heart. knowing how heavy whatever burden you were carrying for these last days.

“you don't need to apologize. i apologize for forcing you.” he assures you while he holds you in his arms. letting you cry out in his chest.

“n—no. i betrayed you. i don't want to ruin, — i don't want you to blame yourself. h-he....”

he? did he hear that right. you were beating yourself up. what are you talking about betraying him and blaming himself. he needs to know more.

“i—i was waiting for you to come home. i was going to tell you that i—” there's a brief pause, finding the right words to tell him. you hesitate for a moment before continuing. “i'm pregnant.” your voice barely above whisper.

he didn't know if he should be happy or sad or be excited at the revelation. he's somehow happy, you were carrying his child again after being blessed with twins and geto is grateful for it. another bundle of joy gracing his life with you again. this moment should be celebrated, worship you with what he have to offer to you he would but the tears and you distraught tells another story. he wouldn't know this if he didn't press the matter with you.

flinching away from him. acting like you being pregnant is the biggest mistake in his whole life. clutching your stomach in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“you're pregnant and you're only telling me right now? why?” he's lost for words. his large palms cupping your round cheeks. droplets of tears rolling.

there is another kind of heartbreak seeing his wife hurt and broken. treating him like he wasn't your place of comfort, to make you feel safe.

“i got scared after what happened.” another fresh batch of tears cascades down your cheeks.

“i don't want to hurt you and be the reason for everything falling out with you.” you sob. every word coming out from your mouth made it impossible to breath.

he holds the sides of your head to look up to him. “and you think beating yourself is the only way to avoid hurting me? i don't care if you'll hurt me, tell me the truth. who's the fucker who harmed you?” he sternly asked.

shaking your head while you blink back the tears. not wanting to remember the night he defiled you in your own home.

geto had the idea of who is it but brushed the idea. believing that he could never do it to you. to him. holding the suspicion until you confessed everything to him.

“it's not your fault. please (y/n). tell me.”

“i thought it was you, he came in drunk. i told him to wait for you and for him to sober up, i went to make him coffee and h-he crept up on me. i pushed him but he didn't back away.”

more tears came streaming down your face and your words barely coherent. you tried to hide it but it was too heavy for you to carry and not having the strength to face him the next day. you braced yourself for him to push you, blame you for you own weakness. you continued to tell him despite the pain.

“i told him— i'm with child.” your voice barely a whisper, holding your stomach and geto looks over to your plump belly.

his jaw clenching from the anger. for failing to protect you but there's more worst to come and he wishes he didn't ask more.

“did he—”

“he stopped—i —i thought it was over. i thought he was sobering up and he told me how he tried for you to cheat on me and—a—and—.....”

he can't even fathom where to begin. he never needed the name to know. you were frightened, scarred to utter the name you deeply hated.

your body shakes, not even his touches could calm you down and the pieces finally putting in place together. you were more scared of him. the apologies repeating like a broken record.

did he put too much faith on his best friend to believe he would never hurt you. where is the friend he could call his brother. never did he thought he was capable of doing this to you.

“i tried to stop him, begged him. i was afraid the twins will wake up and he'll hurt them. i'm so sorry, suguru. i'm sorry.”

he didn't say anything. placing his hand in the back of your head to place into his chest while you cried. the endless tears soaking his shirt but he didn't care. he felt pathetic. leaving you alone to fend for yourself. using yourself to protect his children with you when it is his responsibility to protect his family from harm.

he didn't know if he can forgive himself nor the man whom he treated like a brother.

it was the first breath of spring. a time for new beginnings. a start for everything. he was freshman at that time and so is geto suguru.

they were inseparable. gojo came from a family made of old money and geto came from a humble family. despite that it didn't hinder the bond forming between them. they have each other's back despite their differences.

polar opposites they were. gojo knows how he holds the world in his hands and he takes it for granted. doesn't mean he didn't care for others. it's just how the world works in his and he accepted that. geto on the other hand lived in justice. the saviour in everyone's eyes but it's not charity work. it's for the things he deemed what's right.

they had fallouts too. it's the times where their ideologies clashed. in the end they come to terms of it, like siblings after every fight. then slowly but surely they were like the brothers they never had.

gojo remembers the first time you came into the picture. you weren't special for him and definitely to suguru. he knows suguru like the back of his hand and you were not exactly his type. he was sure you were just going to be another extra in their lives and it will stay that way.

fate begs to differ. when he noticed geto changed. not entirely changed but the way he talks about you like he found a new purpose in his life. the saving grace in his life. he witnessed it all. what he thought was temporary became permanent. it was sudden but accepted it nonetheless.

you fell first but suguru fell harder.

one night in a bar where clinking of glasses can be heard and music booming throughout the room. they sat reminiscing their high school lives and college.

things changed but you remained in their lives. in suguru's life — in his world. you became a part of his world but becoming the world to suguru would be more befitting.

“suguru. you've changed.” gojo started, downing his drink.

geto raised a brow at him and chuckles.

“she got you bad, huh?"

“she's perfect.” geto replied. looking at his reflection in the glass.

gojo tried to find what's special to you that got his friend smitten to you. you're kind of pretty? nothing out of the ordinary.

being suguru's girlfriend meant he sees you more than often then it begins to see you in a different light and it became clear why suguru loves you more than anything in the world.

you became suguru's confidant in everything. the one who fought by his side through trials and tribulations. the light in his darkest days. his hope when everything fails. the one who understood him. the only person who can easily turn his world upside down and pulls the most genuine of smiles from him.

and it crossed in his mind. he wants that too. gojo satoru who have everything wanted the thing he could never have. you.

he tried to find it, someone like you but with no such luck he didn't find it. they were always the same. women who wants nothing but only the pleasure of his company and his wallet.

he wants you but how could he have you when your heart belongs to someone else and suguru have it.

then the green-eyed monster had shown its face. he swore he's not jealous. he wants suguru happy and that's enough but it never was.

maybe he can steal you from him. that never happened not when suguru had informed him the biggest decision of his life.

the second suguru showed him the ring. it was over. suguru didn't need him to change his mind, convinced him that it's a bad decision.

“satoru, i want to spend the rest of my life with her.” is the last thing suguru said to him and he's transported with the newly married couple in front of him. never been happier that they could ever be.

years passed, he abandoned the idea. indulging himself with the pleasure and with the hope he'll find someone like you along the way. unfortunately, it continued the same.

when he arrived at that home, yours and suguru's. the feelings surfaced again. even though you're now married and a mother to suguru's children. how long he missed seeing your face again. your eyes full of life and hope, adoration evident in your face when you look at his best friend. oh how he wished you could look to him like that.

there are newly added trinkets in the living room. the pictures are familiar, considering he was there. the special events in your life with suguru. the wedding picture with a sonogram tucked inside the frame. twins. it's suguru's and yours. children you both call your own.

he feels the sensation of being stabbed in his chest the longer he stares at the picture and he wants to break it. before he could do anything he was called.

you weren't warming up to him. no matter what the occasion is, you kept your guard when he's present. the whispers and the conversations with suguru about him. how he presents himself to you like he hated you. if only you knew. you weren't to blame for it. the first impressions made an impact on both of your lives. not liking each other upon the first meeting and he understands it. there is a denial in everything and he's no exception of it. too late for him to realize he was falling for you.

when things don't favor him, gojo had this habit to indulge himself. a way for him to deal with the first of his failures in his life and for the first time it was heartbreak. blinded by his jealousy and the want to ruin everything. including his dearest best friend and his wife.

he knows he's a lightweight, when the alcohol draws fire in his throat he was dizzy. he didn't know where he was. he thinks he'll wake in a stranger's bed again and he's walking away where his body would take him and it brought him to you.

knocking at the door with no hesitation and he can hear the footsteps nearing the door and when it opened he stumbles. calling your name in a flirty way and guiding him to sit on the couch.

he sat there for awhile, trying to combat the intoxication. he sits still your voice waking him up and your scent it drives him crazy. good thing he didn't consume much — it's enough to keep his inhibitions and he's sobering slowly.

he stands up following you to the kitchen, he sees you grabbing a mug from the cupboard and his sick fantasies came up to him. seeing you all domestic and caring, he began to carry it out. his large arms wrapping around your plush waist and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent like a husband would do after work, except he wasn't your husband, he's not suguru.

some fucking would be nice when you love him and you're eager to please him. it clearly wouldn't happen when you pushed him. the mug shattering into tiny pieces as you dropped it.

“come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?” he coos while you slowly backed away from him. he steps forward, the sound of cracking resonates in the silence of your kitchen.

“suguru will be home soon, you should go now.” you warned to him but he ignores it.

“not for an another hour.” he smugly says. slapping the side of his head to shake the remnants of the alcohol in muddied brain. taking off his glasses and he sees you clearly.

the nightie you were wearing suits you. a pretty coal-colored highlighting your skin. the stretch marks visible and considering what you were wearing. suguru would come home in such a tempting delight which he'll gladly feasts on and he wishes it was meant for him.

when your back hit the wall behind you. he couldn't resist to touch you and the moment he did. you slapped him. he licks his lips. touching the spot where your hand came in contact with his cheek followed by a warn.

“don't touch me.”

he almost want to laugh. acting brave but under that false bravado of yours — you were scared.

the longer he stares at you, it reminds him that you were never his and an attempt to guilt you of things. his mouth opening to spite you.

“you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free...” holding his dark glasses and he sees his reflection. his blue eyes glimmering. looking back at you to tell all the things how they lived their life before you came.

“then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you, hard and then he's married you and heck, you even gave him twins.” he recalls how suguru changes the way he lived. putting efforts the things he didn't bother to do. how you occupied his mind with the thoughts lingering.

you ruined everything, you ruined suguru. he convinces himself that it was your fault and suguru could never back to the way he lived before you but it never was. he wants the life suguru have with you.

“i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?” he doesn't mean it. he was never really happy for suguru no matter what.

he studied your expression, there was fear. he can almost hear your heart beating. his gaze following your sight while he speaks up. you were planning to get away from him.

“i'm not finished, (y/n).”

placing his hand in your shoulder which you immediately slapped. “i said don't touch me!” he didn't listen. finding your outburst rather adorable. this was the angry you.

he squeezes your shoulders rendering you freezing up. “i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it.” he stares at you deeply.

caging you in his arms and you fear what will happen next. “satoru, please! the twins are sleeping upstairs!” cute. such a good mother you are. you were concerned for your children than your own being. it brings a scowl to his face. your children are another reminder of what he wanted.

you were on the verge of tears. looking back and forth to him and to the stairs. how would you look when you cry? the thought made him hard. his cock straining in his pants and you were so close to him.

his sight lowering to see your soft belly protruding in the nightie you were wearing. he places his palm in it. relishing the warmth and softness of it. the fertile womb you have to carry such healthy children. “suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you.” placing his cold palm in your cheek in which upon the contact, you recoiled like he was disgusting.

you inhaled and exhaled. a attempt to calm yourself it seems. he was wrong. with all your strength you shove him. smart girl. he thought but he was fast. catching your hand but you pulled it fast enough to get away from him and you ran.

you were slow. in his long strides he immediately caught up to you. his large hand grabbing the back of your nightie and followed by a ripping sound. halting your speed making you trip and on instinct.

he traps you with his body. dwarfing you in size despite being bigger than other girls. pinning your arms beside your head to stop you from thrashing. he can't help but to break in a huge grin seeing you helpless under him.

“me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?” leaning down to kiss you but you avoided it by moving your head to the side. ending with only kissing your cheek.

gojo was frustrated with this and when you screamed at him. he stopped, hearing the next words coming out from your mouth.

“stop it! I'm with child!” his grip loosens and then you started crying. removing himself from you and then you curled up to the side. covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the cries, the whimpers and hiccups escapes everytime you breathe.

he sat there, contemplating about his haste decisions. you have that effect to people — to men like him. losing their inhibitions when they fall for you. he peers at you behind the bangs of his hair. your body shook with every sob and whimper. this is what he have to ruin. you're a temptress and he should let you know the effect you have to suguru.

the times where he tried for suguru to betray you. tempting him with women whose close to perfection, who had more character than you, who have many things to offer more him. say the word and they'll bend on his will. geto remained unfazed with the women presented in front of him — he's fully aware of his charms to the opposite sex . a disinterested smile while he lights a cigarette. he got only eyes for you.

can suguru look at you the same when he takes you for him?

you look divine. like an angel for him to ruin. the strap of your nightie falls in your shoulder. your back exposed, the gash in your clothing adds the allure you have. the slip-up dress rides showing your creamy thighs. it's like you were meant for him but another man had to take you away.

he thinks of suguru. things will change definitely after this. he thinks of him. his dear wife sprawled on the floor — crying her eyes out from his own doings. what made him stop? it is because he's aware that you're pregnant and he couldn't do that to you or he's blinded by his own jealousy and realizing that he can't own everything. he didn't know, all he can think is you. he waited. he was patient the whole way. no one can ever make him feel the way you bewitched him.

he didn't care anymore.

and he did the unthinkable. his cold hands warming up from the contact of your warm skin. you immediately thrashed over him but he didn't stop. spreading your legs wide open to place himself between it. freeing his hardened cock to his pants to nest at your heat. you have the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. slick drips between them. he holds your wrists preventing from resisting him.

he swiftly entered inside you. groaning at the warmth of your velvety walls gripping him so sweetly. he stares at you while he fucks you. the tears falling like waterfalls while he continued to slip inside and out. he can't hear you pleading—only the involuntarily moans and whimper sounding so heavenly in his ears.

when he was sure you aren't going to fight him anymore, your plush stomach riddled with stretch marks and scars exposed to him. watching as it jiggles from his ministrations. his fingers digging at the softness of them without a care of the life growing inside you.

with a cunt so tight gripping his cock. it didn't take long for him to empty himself inside you. panting softly after the sweet release he had. he slips out of you. staring at your spent body with lust. he felt no remorse. he tasted you and it was worth the betrayal.

your body trembles while you press yourself to the wall. curling up like you accepted what he had done. his sight darting to the damaged nightie. picking it up to dress you. forcefully dressing you up.

he went to touch you but you screeched at him. yelling at him to get out. standing on wobbly legs and throwing a punch to him with all your might. it didn't hurt him. he allows you to punch until your legs gave up. kneeling in the cold floor while you hug yourself.

with no words and the deed done, he left. closing the door to leave you alone. he's numb up at this point. he can hear your cries merging with the cold wind blowing in the blue night.

“suguru, i love you. more than anything in the world.”

he laughs followed by a long sweet kiss to your lips when he heard that coming from you. scooping you in his arms as he spins you around. squealing and giggling the whole time.

“i love you too.” he says back and suguru felt he hit the jackpot when you smiled at him.

it seems like yesterday when you said that to him and it never changed. loving him with all your heart without asking anything to return. all in a night of confessions change in his outlook of life forever.

a wife's cry is equivalent to the fury for the husband. images of you crying keeps replaying in his mind. the anguish and the shame. blaming yourself for the helplessness you have shown for the best friend he calls.

he didn't understand why gojo would escalate into something like this. he needs to know why.

in situation where suguru needs to find gojo—there's only one place he frequented. a small bar located near the ends of the city. entering the bar he sees his friend. nursing a drink in one of the seats. the bartender drying glasses and pouring drinks for the other regulars.

geto sat beside him, he isn't the type to throw a punch without a reason and cause a scene with eyes watching around them. he don't want this extras to meddle with his own life — their lives.

“want to take this outside, satoru?”

“sure.”

they settled in a deserted park. no one will interfere and before anyone could speak. geto fist swung, colliding with satoru's cheek. the latter stumbles upon the contact. his glasses falling into the ground, showing his blue eyes. blood spilling in the corner of his mouth. his posture hunched and gojo shakes his head. spitting the blood.

geto didn't give him the time to recover swinging his fist again, hitting satoru again in the cheek. it was heavier than the first punch making him fall to the ground. his back hitting the grassy ground and geto holds his collar.

“what's your deal, satoru?” his voice dripping with venom and gojo didn't need to ask what this is all about.

“this isn't like you suguru, getting worked up for some woman.” gojo chuckles meeting suguru's bloodshot eyes raging with fury and geto punched him again.

“woman? the woman you are talking about is my wife, satoru. why the hell did you do that? answer me." pulling gojo by the collar of his shirt.

“i was drunk.” gojo reasoned. a poor excuse for defiling you.

“drunk? drunk enough to creep up to my wife and force her? she's begging for you to stop and what did you do? you violated her! made her feel that it was her fault that it happened that you can't control yourself!” geto's eyes narrowed.

gojo inhaled sharply before exhaling. looking at the dark sky behind suguru. he didn't regret it. no matter how suguru lashes out to him. it was worth to get beat up.

“she ruined you, suguru. you weren't like this. what happened to you?” gojo stares at him with such confidence, no remorse in his eyes and it made suguru's blood to boil.

“she didn't ruin anything, satoru. you ruined her. she didn't deserve that. even a monkey would act better than you, satoru. i didn't know you would stoop this low.”

“i thought we were fine with sharing, suguru. you can't be that selfish for me not to have your wife. she—”

gojo didn't finish what he was saying. geto's fist interrupting him. pummeling his face with no hesitation. geto sees red. his fists acting like they had a mind on their own. he didn't know his friend anymore. it's true, they shared a lot in the past but it was before you.

they were young, wild and free. acting they ruled the world. they were unstoppable. when suguru met you. he changed. wanting to be the man you deserved.

“it's the past, satoru. my wife is not a toy to be passed around. hurting her is the same as betraying me, satoru. i won't lament over the bond we shared. this is a reminder, a consequence of what you've done, satoru.” dropping his collar and with that suguru left him alone. in that cold park. bloodied and bruised. he'll live.

geto grabbed a stick of cigarette in his pocket. lighting it up. wiping the blood smeared into his cheek and he shakes his head looking at his bloodied knuckles. taking a drag of the cigarette and exhaling the fumes.

he didn't regret what he had done. it wasn't half of the pain he inflicted to you. he needs more, much worse from what he had done. he would heal from that wounds but you — you will never heal from what he had done but he will make sure you wouldn't hurt anymore. he will try to make you forget it even it is the last thing he'll do.

gojo laid bruised and bloodied. he can't open his left eye. he didn't care. was it too much to ask for anything, for you. perhaps he underestimated suguru.

after what he had done, gojo can't help but to think of you. a godsend you are to suguru and you will be always the sin for him and he would repeat the same sin — again and again.

— A LESSON TO LEARN

ENTRY #005 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. KISHIBE + EXHIBITIONISM

— exhibitionism is the term most commonly used for the action of being nude and/or engaged in a sexual act for others to witness visually.

• pairing: kishibe x chubby reader

• content warnings: public sex (alleyway), reader is in her twenties, kishibe in his fifties, spanking, calling of whore, kishibe calls reader, kiddo.

you have a lot to learn considering you're new in the public safety division and whose much better to learn from is the man who had years of experience, the strongest devil hunter — kishibe.

kishibe really lives out to his name being called the strongest in the division and to your expectations of him when you first entered the doorways of the public safety commission — you knew you were there for the thrill and the with the astronomical salary paid for people with your line of work.

and of course, to meet kishibe.

despite the adrenaline you were chasing for — death and fun are in the same page of your vocabulary — you need to at least toughen up in this line of work the high you were looking for and you were given the opportunity to be trained by no other than kishibe. thanks to ms. makima for her connections.

it didn't matter how old he was to you. the older someone is, the more experienced they have and he was perfect to you.

“the circumstances isn't what i expected coming from someone like you.” he says gruffly. taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out. his eyes narrowing and yet he remained emotionless.“hunting devils isn't for people like you who seeks it for fun. this ain't a playground for you to play, kiddo.” pulling the silver flask from his coat and taking a swig from it.

you were annoyed by it. you knew you were young and being young and knowing the future that waited for you. it seems right to enjoy it.

seeing you were affected by what he was saying with your brows scrunch, the little mean pout and the glare you were sending to him. kishibe knew you were stubborn. youngsters this days.

“perhaps you could find something that will satisfy you.”

it was a low for someone like him to be fucking someone in a dark alleyway. his coat abandoned in his feet, pants pooling in his waist and the few buttons of his shirt are undone while his large cock is buried deep inside your sopping cunt.

you were the someone he is currently fucking in a dark alleyway with bystanders passing by with, unaware of you two both but with your filthy moans echoing — it wouldn't be too long for someone to notice you both.

“if i've known this also the fun you wanted — i should have fucked you sooner.” he groans behind your ears. his breath ragged while he drills his cock to your fat pussy. the back of your knee hooked in his arm while you moaned out his name.

kishibe didn't expected that at his age and his experiences in women — he would be still disciplining a brat like you. a few decades younger than him.

“told you — 'm not a kid, kishibe — mmph” you moaned out as you taunt him. if he would treat you like a kid then better be a brat for him. you giggled looking above him with his eyes neutral and his face monotonous but it looks like he was cracking from his facade.

his eyebrows raising while he examines you. your skirt bunched up to your waist. your blouse discarded along with his coat. showing the the side of your head pressed to the cold wall while you look to him like you were challenging him and you were getting too cocky for his taste.

“you're not a kid? hm?” he hums, questioning you with a confirmation. his hips snapping to yours and you let out a squeal from the sudden pace of his pounding to you. “then you wouldn't mind being shown like a whore to this people.” he says. spreading you wider and with your chunky leg hook in his arm, he positioned it to the direction where unsuspecting people passing by in the alleyway. if there's a unknown soul who turn his head to the direction. they can your fat cunt on display with his cock sliding in and out of your hole.

the thought of being seen by someone while getting your hole used sends shocks of shiver running down to your spine and to your pussy. the thought of it got you clenching around him and kishibe groans.

“you like that? you like someone watching you while you're getting impaled by an old cock, huh?” you gushed more from his filthy words. your slick dripping out as it runs down to his length.

“yes! i love it very much! please!” you cried out. your nerves tingling from how he was hard from he was fucking you. the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching from his length turns you on more and you didn't want it to end. finding the thrill of being fucked in a public place by your senior.

“more — please! fuck me harder!” moving your own hips to match his speed. your hand reaching out for his head and pulling it close for you to kiss him. turning your head to the side to meet his face and then his lips capturing your own. turning it on a more heated kiss. both of your tongues clashing in the insides of your mouth. “mmmm” his fingers coming to rub your swollen clit while his other hand gripping the rolls of your stomach. finding the leverage to continue his barrage of thrusts to your warm hole.

holding his head, you can feel the stitches in his cheek. rubbing into your face and that adds to the appeal of him. the sensation being too much for you and it wouldn't be too long before you can cum. your fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

you didn't care about the noises coming from you. you weren't afraid of being someone with your body full on display as long you were under his touch.

your plush body quivers when the tip of his cock — hits the soft spot inside you making your juices drip down. “hit me there! hit me there again!” and kishibe complies to your wishes. angling his hips to a different position to hit that special spot inside you. raising your leg a little higher.

his cock throbs more than ever the more he buries himself deep inside you. the moment he took you under his wing — he knew he fucked up. you unknowingly bewitched him and it was his fault. you were deranged from the moment you joined his division. too fucked up and too crazy to ever fear death and he realizes him fucking you in this place will never satisfy your greed.

with a harsh bounce as you lower yourself to him. his balls slapping to your pussy. your warm walls came convulsing around him. making sure you were going to milk him dry and that triggers his own high. groaning and muttering a curse as he bit the crook of your neck while you milked him for all his worth.

his hot, white, sticky cum warming and painting your insides. generous amount of his cum seeping deep inside your walls that it creates a creamy, white ring at the side of his cock while still being inside you.

“you filthy whore.” he rasped out and it made you giggle. “yes. i'm your filthy whore.” looking at him with a daze look and he couldn't deny you still look innocent despite just being fucked by him.

turning around to face him and you hisses from the sensitivity. his cock still buried inside you. “i will be always your whore — kishibe.” kissing the tip of his nose.

“sure you are.” he muttered. pulling his length out from you. his cum running down to your creamy thighs. after fixing himself up. he grabbed his coat along with your blouse. assisting you dressing up and turning around with his back facing you. after making sure you were decent you followed him.

a huge smile etched from your face and kishibe takes a swig of the liquid in his flask. hearing you follow him and kishibe damn sure, he will never take someone as crazy like you under his wing again.

it was a lesson to learn for a man like him.

— A NEW LINE

ENTRY #010 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. TAIJU SHIBA + BREEDING KINK

— refers to being aroused by “the idea of getting — or getting someone else — pregnant

• pairing: taiju shiba x chubby reader

• content warnings: breeding, breeding kink, cervix fucking, creampies, brief description of taiju's past.

taiju is a family man that's what he thinks of himself and now he got a pretty wife to stuff with his seeds full.

there's an immediate need when he first entered his home. removing his pinstripe coat and discarding it to the floor. his eyes searching for someone. he makes his way to his living room and turning around to the kitchen and huge grin appearing in his face as soon he sees you.

there's something in his mind that had been bugging him for long and a certain sickness in the pit of his stomach along with the need to feel you close.

taiju wants children now. little brats that clings to him and to you. your round belly getting rounder and your breasts heavy with milk.

it began a month ago. one of his subordinates wife had recently given birth and went to visit his husband and you being present there and being his wife. you have gotten the privilege to carry her baby and taiju sees you in a different light and a brief moment of getting a flash of the near future he will have with you played.

“ain't he adorable, tai.” you said, breaking him out of his trance and he stares at you cooing the baby in your arms. a smile in your face. booping the baby in their nose. the baby gurgles and coos. a smile in it's chubby face while looking at you and taiju had never been more grateful for someone like you in his life.

“h-hey! taiju!” you gasped as you were hoisted above like you weigh nothing. his strong, large palms gripping your plush waist. you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. his eyes leveling to your collarbones, scattering it with his kisses as he carries you to your shared bedroom.

“you're going to be good to me, mama.” he calls before ripping your nightgown the moment he places you in the bed. licking his lips with a huge smile in his face. his hungry gaze scanning your plush body.

he fastly unbuttons his vest, shirt following and unbuckling his belt. showing his rock hard muscles and the unmistakable tent in his boxers. his cock straining to the confines of his underwear before lowering it. his cock springing free — red and angry with beads of pre-cum. veins bulging along his shaft.

he leans down to press a kiss to you. hungrily claiming it and you'd already lost the battle. his tongue licking your lips for him to gain entrance to your warm mouth — permitting him. he explores it with your drool and moans mixing through his kisses.

the mushroom head tip of his cock — teasingly rubs to your folds. the action making you arch your back. lowering your body to get more of that delicious friction. you were already dripping from it and taiju decided to push himself inside you. he's already impatient but restrained so. not wanting to hurt you and make this difficult. he just can't wait to breed you.

“fuck, mama. you're gripping me so tightly...” he groans holding your cheeks with his palms while he slowly bottoms out to you. the stretch of his cock deliciously drawing it's length inside you. molding and shaping it to his size and you grip the sheets. already losing to the feel of his cock inside you.

“t-tai...” your eyes turning glossy while he bullies his thick cock inside you. reaching out for his face for you to hold and admire. your fingers grasping the white and blues strands of his hair and taiju almost loses it. watching your face morphs into something of a cock drunk whore. when he finally bottoms out to you. his heavy balls tapping your ass and the tip of his cock nudging your cervix.

a crazed grin in his lips and a vein popping in his forehead, you knew it. bracing yourself from what to come as he shows that side of his.

“going to breed this pussy...” he says before pulling out his cock and pushing it back in roughly. ripping out a moan from you and he begins to move violently.

you would be a good mama for him. he knows it. from the interaction you had with kids and your soft spot with them. kids naturally flock to you. it happens more than he can count. in his restaurant where a family would wine and dine with their little ones and they would instantly smile and wave their little hands to you which you gladly returns.

naturally, he would be afraid of being a father since he and his siblings had not grown up with a father. the absence of a father figure molds him to act as one for his siblings in which he isn't proud of but you being a mother to his kids. it's a different story. you would raise them with care and love more than one could offer.

the cries and your moans adding the intensity of his roughhousing to your poor pussy. how can he slow down when he's snuggly fitted inside you.

“t—taiju, slow d-down...” you cried out. your knuckles turning into another shade of color while he slams his hips roughly to you. “not going to happen.” he chuckles. “this pussy is mine and i'm going to breed you with my kids.” pushing your legs higher. the position hitting your soft spots inside you, making you gush around him more.

he ravages you like a beast. mouth running off, telling how he's going to stuff you full of him cum and making you pregnant.

“you like that, mama?” he taunts. your cunt clenches and you nod. “i'm going to stuff you full of my cum until you get pregnant.” his hands gripping your the back of your thighs. the rough slam of his cock and his balls slapping resonating in the whole room.

“yes! breed me — tai! make me your baby mama!” you screamed as you came around his lenght. a creamy white ring decorating around his cock and that eggs him more to breed your pussy full.

“you're a good mama for me, baby.” he squabbles. putting his palms in your side. leaning down to kiss your tears away while he pounds you.

his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix. his cock head almost breaching your cervix for him to fill with cum.

another orgasm surfaces in you and that triggers his. cock pulsing and throbbing as he spills his load deep inside you. loads and loads of his hot, thick white cum of his potent seed filling and painting your insides white. ensuring it will take and he will fuck you — again and again until it takes.

your face beads with sweat with dried tears in your cheeks and taiju kisses it away. “doing so well, for me — mama.” he praises. he's still buried deep inside you. his cock warning with no intention of pulling out. it will take all night for him to be satisfied until he can see your round stomach getting rounder.

hope, you'll get that positive test result after this cause taiju wouldn't stop until he became a father to your little ones.

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thank you!

— LOOK WHO'S TALKIN’

ENTRY #006 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. MATSUKAWA ISSEI + DUMBIFICATION

— fucking someone so hard they go stupid.

• pairing: matsukawa issei x chubby reader

• content warnings: table sex, name calling (cumdump), degradation, teasing.

you and your smart mouth and the effect it have on him. maybe it's time for issei to put you in your place and he got the perfect idea.

“cat got your tongue, eh?”

issei jeers at you. his face morphing into one of a mocking expression with a huge shit- eating grin in his lips. eyeing your plump body slumped in the table while his cock is buried to the hilt inside your soaking pussy.

the cold table in where you laid is lathered with your sweat. it felt disgusting but at least it provide you some relief to not get your back bruised from how hard issei was fucking you. you felt so small and helpless and you can't voice out your annoyance and frustration at him. the air in your lungs getting knocked out everytime you tried to say something. you're beyond incoherent at this point.

“want to say something? use that smart mouth of yours, baby.” he challenges. his hips busy snapping at an unruly place to your cunt. his arm wrapped around your leg with your ankle hooked in his shoulder.

he can't help but to chuckle at your current position. you were totally powerless against him. what banter and the sarcasm firing from your mouth earlier are nothing but babbles and whines coming from your mouth. too stupid to speak something about him. serves you right.

don't get him wrong. issei loves that smart mouth of yours. it made his days, adding color to his life and he appreciates that. the playful banters, the jabs you throw at each other without getting offended and ending in laughs but today it was different. he was losing or to put it honestly, it was bruising his ego.

and what does it take to win from you? shut you up with his cock.

“too dumb to think of something witty, are we? this is what you get, sweetheart.” you whine at contempt. drool escaping in the corners of your mouth. fuck issei and his huge cock — you were literally doing it.

your body surrendering from unforgiving strength he was doing. you can't help but to lay there and take what issei has to give to you. your mind too mushed to think of anything and your mouth isn't cooperating with you.

he gazes at your plush body. your tits bouncing from his thrusts, stomach jiggling and that pretty face of yours — he could stare at it all day. your moans music to his ears and he treat it as a rest day for your daily squabbles with him.

mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock. his cock glistening with your slick and it made his cock throb more. his breeder balls slapping to your ass.

“just like that...” he groans feeling your walls clench around him. “you think you're so smart but you're just my stupid — stupid — stupid — cumdump. you're only good for taking my cock, — pretty.” the words hurt and it was unlike for issei to talk with you like this but for some reason that made your cunt throb more, your walls spasming around his cock so hard that it's almost impossible for him to push his cock deeper but no, issei wouldn't let that.

“you like being called my cumdump?” he asks, raising his brows and you shake your head. “oh really? your pussy says different, sweetheart.” there's a sneering tone in his voice and you only whine.

“you're getting dumber on me just for having a dick inside you.” placing your legs beside his torso as he hovers above you. his palms finding place besides you to get more leverage and then his hips began to slam against you.

“i'm going to give you a reason to get stupid.” the pad of his thumb began drawing circles in your clit and that made you cry more. your legs locking behind his torso. making it impossible for him to escape and encourage him to slam into you deeper.

“that's right. i'm going to fuck you until you can only think is my cock inside you.” he groans. with every sharp thrust as his cock making indentions inside your warm walls.

“s—shit, shit. you're going to cum aren't you?” sweat beginning to glisten in his skin. “alright — alright. i'm going to give you my cum.” he says rocking his hips and with a last forceful thrust. he emptied himself inside you. his orgasm triggering yours — sending shockwaves to your system that it made your hole convulse around him. your hips arching — body trembling from the orgasm your body had induced to you.

matsukawa gazes at you. too fucked out from the bliss and that made him smirk. just today, he found out on how to effectively shut you up. just fuck you hard until you can't stop creaming around him. a huge grin plastering in his face. shaking his head at your hopeless case of being fucked dumb by his cock. look who's talkin' now?

he wants to taunt at you but you were still reeling from your high and he'll let it slide. just for today. you were still too dumb to understand what he is saying.

issei will wait for a another day to use his way of shutting you up or not? maybe. he knows after this you're still running your smart mouth and it won't be a problem of making you shut up.

on the works, probably posting this later or tomorrow.