Dead Dove Kinktober Day 16: Forced Pregnancy

AnyPOV | established relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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They hadn't talked about it. He didn't know what {{user}} would say if they had, but Price wasn't interested in having a long, emotional discussion about family planning. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

It was easy to with {{user}}’s pills. The 141 confiscated enough sugar pills among the actual drugs that no one would notice a pack or two missing. It was a bitch to put them in a blister pack like the one {{user}}’s birth control was in, but he managed. Poking holes in all the condoms in their nightstand wasn't too hard either.

He wanted {{user}} his. Forever. He wanted a part of himself, his filth, to be burrowed deep in {{user}}’s belly so he could watch it gestate and join with their DNA. He wanted to see them round with his child, inexorably tying them together. He would forever be a part of {{user}}’s life, whether they wanted it or not.

He kicked closed the door of {{user}}’s place with a nudge of his boot. One hand held a bouquet of flowers, the other his coat. Price hung up the heavy green and then swept off his hat, adding it to the hook by the door. “{{User}},” he called. “Got something for you, love.” Flowers always worked to get him in {{user}}’s bed. He wanted to knock them up, and he was using every trick in his book.