#Cinn’s writing

[cinnanaan]

I’m revamping this at a later time, so you can have this version.

Elias Bouchard rounded the corner of the tight hall. It was dark, and cramped. Black lights illuminated neon markings on the walls. He passed by black painted doors. Thick paint chipping away, to reveal chunks of green, or deep red underneath. Each door had an illuminated neon painted symbol. A bloody knife in bright pink. A theater masquerade mask in orange on the next door. Two faces, one with eyes open, one with eyes closed on the door opposite.

All around him were the muffled sounds of pleasure. Breathy little moans. Muted sounds of begging. The thwack of something being slapped.

Elias ignored it all. Keeping his eyes on the door at the end of the hall.

Fresh black paint, against a striking illuminated neon green eye. Wide open, and watching him approach.

Elias swallowed. The warmth that always came with keeping this appointment settled firmly between his legs. He smirked, and straightened his tie, as he came to stand before the door.

He raised a hand, and knocked lightly twice.

“You may enter,” a voice called.

The door opened easily, and Elias felt his mounting excitement in a shiver down his thighs.

The room was well lit. The walls were dark, highlighted by a deep red glow in intervals. Various toys lined the walls. Whips, vibrators, gags, mostly black, but some colored a soft pink. All framed by heavy curtains. The poster bed off to the left of the room, was large, with shiny black sheets. A metal chair sat across from it, restraints sat loose on the arms and front chair legs, ready for use.

But across from the door. On the other side of the room, stood why Elias was really here.

The owner of this room was short, and had a thin frame. His dark hair, highlighted with hints of white and grey, was loosely braided. The braid hung over his right shoulder. He wore a waist corset, and matching corset collar. Dark colored, the thread the cinched them close a deep red. His legs were covered in dark stalkings. They went all the way up to the garter belts attached to the lacy floral lingerie that adorned his waist. The sole of his black heels was the same deep red, matching the corsets.

His body language told Elias he was already in a mood. And Elias couldn’t hide his excited smile.

“You may shut the door,” the voice commanded.

Elias did as he was told. Shutting the heavy door. But he didn’t move after it thunked close.

“Lock it,” came the next instruction.

Elias felt his cock leak as he clicked the lock.

“Come here,” the voice said after a minute of making Elias stand with his hand still on the lock.

Elias turned, and walked towards the figure. He reached the middle of the room, and heard a sharp, “Stop.”

Elias froze. His cock twitched.

The figure turned slowly. Elias’ insides fluttered as he was fixed with a steely gaze. His braid fell off his shoulder as he continued to turn. He faced Elias, arms crossed, riding crop gripped in one hand.

Elias bit his bottom lip as green eyes bore into him.

“Get down on your knees,” commanded the small man.

But Elias was feeling bold today, every bit as much as he was looking forward to this. He ignored the command.

The figure tilted their head, and Elias saw their eyebrow twitch. He dropped his crossed arms, and his heels clicked as he strode up to Elias. Getting right into Elias’ personal space. Even with the tall heels, he was shorter than Elias. Elias looking down at him, as he glared up at Elias.

“On. Your. Knees,” his voice dripped with dominance.

Elias’ everything shivered. He carefully began to lower himself. Careful not to touch his beautiful dominatrix as he finally did what he was told. Lowering himself down onto his knees.

Now he was looking up at the shorter man, and Elias had never felt like he belonged somewhere more in that moment.

“Good boy,” the dom said sweetly, reaching out to caress Elias’ face.

Elias sighed, barely audible, at the touch. Just beginning to lean into the palm, when it was gone.

“Is what I would say, if you were a good boy,” his dom began to walk around him, running the riding crop slowly over his chest. “Sit.”

Elias dropped immediately, sitting with his legs underneath him. Gripping his knees, all too eager to hear how he was not in fact a good boy.

“You missed our last appointment,” his dom said, as he circled Elias, running the riding crop up his chest, over his shoulder, and down his back.

“Mr. Sims, I—-,” Elias started.

Mr. Sims was infront of him immediately. The riding crop slapped sharply under Elias’s chin. Not enough to cause pain, but it made Elias shudder as his chin was raised slowly. He was once again faced with those green eyes. Forced to meet them, despite their utter disappointment in having to look upon him.

“Did I say you could speak?” Mr. Sims said in a low voice.

Elias swallowed, and shook his head.

Mr. Sims sighed, flicking the riding crop out from under Elias’ chin, “Honestly. You miss one session, and you forget whose in charge.”

Mr. Sims took a step back, crossing his arms once more. He stared down his nose at Elias.

“Who is in charge?” Mr. Sims asked. “Speak.”

“You are,” Elias answered quickly.

“Correct. Good boy,” Mr. Sims reached out and gently patted Elias’ head.

A fresh wave of wet spread between Elias’ thighs. But once again, the gentle touch was far too brief. Mr. Sims was once more circling Elias. His heels falling heavy on the carpet.

“Which is why I cannot fathom why you would waste my time,” Mr. Sims shook his head, and Elias stayed still, wishing he would touch him again. “My time is so precious, you know? I could be spending it with someone far more important. Instead of waiting around for you.”

Hit him, punish him, remind him that he belonged on the floor like a dog.

Look at me. Punish me with your gaze.

Mr. Sims was behind him. He leaned down and grabbed a fistful of Elias’ hair. Elias shivered as he felt warm breath on his ear.

“Is my time not precious to you? Speak,” Mr. Sims growled in his ear.

“Your time is very precious, sir,” Elias shuddered out the words loudly.

“Good boy. You are so right,” Mr. Sims released Elias’ hair, and Elias bit back a whine.

Mr. Sims walked slowly around Elias again. He still wasn’t looking at Elias. He looked bored, as he pulled out a black handkerchief from inside his corset, and began to clean the riding crop. Just the end, where it had touched Elias.

“Which is why, dog. I won’t be playing with you today,” Mr. Sims said, keeping his back to Elias.

Elias stopped. Staring at his dom’s back. He made to stand, made to grab him.

“Jon, wait—-,” Elias reached out, but the man whipped around.

“Color?” Jon asked.

Elias swallowed, regretting breaking character, but nodded, “Green.”

Mr. Sims nodded, and swatted away Elias’ outstretched hand. He took a step forward, lifted one of his heels, and brought the red sole down on Elias’ crotch. Elias bit back a shuddering moan as the tip of his cock was pressed down against the floor, the cock cage he always wore before coming here, keeping his shaft from being fully stepped on. Mr. Sims grabbed his hair, and forced his head back. Making sure this lowly dog met it’s master’s eyes. Elias see the small key to his cock cage dangling from one of Mr. Sims’ ears. Glinting in the light.

“This is a lesson, dog. You will come when you are told to come. You are on my time. You are here by my grace. You will learn not to waste my time again,” Mr. Sims hissed, leaning down over Elias.

Elias listened to every word with reverence. He had truly overstepped. Forgotten his place under his master’s heel. Where he belonged.

“Do you understand?” Mr. Sims’ gaze bore into him. “Speak.”

Elias squirmed, nodding, and gave a quick bark.

Mr. Sims smiled gently down at him, “There’s my good boy.”

He released Elias’ hair, and stepped back. He turned away, and walked back to his dresser, where he was standing before. Elias watched him go sadly, but was ready to accept his punishment.

“Stand. You are dismissed,” Mr. Sims called over his shoulder.

Elias got to his feet on shaky legs. A wet spot now visible at the crotch of his pants. He turned, feeling pins and needles down his legs from where they had started to go numb. His cock still strained against his cage as he slowly made his way to the door. He had just unlocked, and opened the door. A couple and their master stood in the hallway, pausing upon the door next to their’s opening.

“Oh, and puppy?” Came Mr. Sims voice.

Elias looked back. Very aware of those green eyes looking at him again, and the gaze of the people outside the door now blatantly listening in.

“No touching yourself until our next session, okay? I’ll know,” Mr. Sim’s smiled at him, and waved good bye.

Elias did as the wave commanded, and stepped outside the door, closing it behind him. He straightened his tie, and pulled his suit jacket down to hide the obvious stain of arousal at his crotch. He ignored the eyes on him of the others in the hall as he raised his chin, and walked down the hall and back around the corner.

[nancypreggo]

fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request tags/kinks: nb!reader/gender not specified, pregnant!reader, breeding, rapid pregnancy, pregnant kink

Imagine going out drinking and the drink gets spiked with fertility and milk producing drugs. You end up getting bent over the bar top and get taken right there by all the guys there. That seems to be the end of it until your breasts start swelling with milk and lactating. Next thing you know two men are breastfeeding off you and your belly is rapidly growing way beyond 9 months with triplets.

You just wanted to go out for a drink or two-- maybe possibly meet someone fun and hook up in the bathroom or at his apartment if he seemed nice enough. You didn't think that when you left the house on that random Friday night that you'd be in such a predicament.

But you'd met such a gorgeous man at the bar and he was incredibly affable and offered to buy you a drink. One drink turned into two, and then into five, and the bartender must've mixed the drink with the wrong proportions because one of those drinks didn't taste like the others. It didn't matter too much, though, because it was yummy and you liked the buzz it gave you.

When your mystery man kissed you, you didn't turn away and welcomed him into that passionate kiss. The way his grabby hands squeezed at your chest made a soft, needy whimper fall from your lips and before you knew it you were begging for more. But he didn't take you back to his apartment-- hell, he didn't even take you into a back room or bathroom. Instead, he was bending you over the bar and exposing your sex for practically the whole bar to see before very suddenly impaling you with his incredibly large cock.

The way he filled you up, the thick girth of his member pushing at your inner walls-- it barely even occurred to you that he was fucking you very publicly. It all felt so good that the embarrassment was a future-you's problem. Right now you just let out a loud, erotic moan and begged for more. You felt head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb over and over, and there wasn't a feeling quite like this. You felt like you were in a euphoric trance.

When he hit his climax, you felt thick and heavy ropes of come shooting into you and filing you up. There was so much inside of you that you actually felt bloated. In your brain fog you were turned over onto your back and you felt a large hand palming at your stomach, feeling the slight curvature he'd created from his spend inside of you.

Before you could even gather your thoughts and address what had happened, you felt another cock-- this one even bigger-- enter you. The sudden intrusion made you yelp out and squeeze around the girth. "F-fuck-- yes!" you all but screamed, reaching up with your hand to squeeze at your chest. Your nipples were especially erect and you must've been incredibly aroused because even your otherwise modest tits felt bigger somehow.

This man was even rougher and when he came, he came buckets. You peered down at your tummy and you swore you looked like you were actually carrying his baby. It was tantalizing and you wanted more. You could be the bar's cute little cumslut for the night and take everybody's load if it meant you got to feel this good all night. After one man had had his turn with you, they came around to the other side of the bar you were lying on and they massaged your tits while someone else fucked their load into you. You'd come so many times by the time half of the bar had been serviced-- you'd lost count and there was a sizable mess between your legs.

After coming around the twelfth or fifteenth time that night, all of the energy you had had been effectively fucked out of you and you had passed out wearing the most blissed-out expression. When you next woke up, the first thing you noticed was a tingling, almost prickling sensation in your tits-- right at the nipples.

When you blearily opened your eyes, two of your lovers from the your sex-filled night had their mouths latched onto each of your now-massive tits, their lips wet with a thin, milky-white substance. They each had a hand on your large dome of a belly, rubbing loving circles into the taut flesh to calm the apparently many lives within.

You looked over at a wall mirror to see your reflection and you looked like a vision of fertility. You looked around the bar and saw many smug, proud faces-- many men that were touching themselves just at the mere sight of you and some waiting for their turn at your breasts.

"What do you think? Maybe three? Four..?" One man said to another as they looked your form over with hungry eyes.

You cautiously placed a hand on the widest part of your belly and whined softly; it was like your belly was one large erogenous zone. You looked well overdue with at least triplets-- and that was a modest estimate.

"Dunno," another man answered, placing his hand next to yours on your belly. Everyone could see the vague shapes within kicking around inside.

You let out a whimper as you felt a pressure gripping your stomach, your fingertips digging into the tight flesh of your womb. Your belly surged a bit bigger with a growth spurt and very suddenly, liters and liters of fluid gushed out from between your legs.

"Well," the first man who'd spoken laughed, "Looks like we're gonna find out really soon..!"

[criminalcinnamon]

INTRO!!!

Hey gang I'm criminalcinnamon but you can call me cinn!

I'm non binary, transmasc and aroace!!! (They/he/it)

I am a MINOR!!! please don't be weird to me it makes me uncomfy

basic dni criteria, also people who support the creators of Dandy's world, people who support vivziepop (fans of her shows are alright ig), coderra shippers (im a Cody kin and this makes me uncomfortable + the main reasons people hate them), lesboys and number1lilithlover fans/defenders. That's all pretty much. (These all have reasons if that matters at all)

Here's my strawpage!!!

Also, a more recent thing, but here's a list of the jacnoah week prompts!

More stuff under the cut!!!

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Total Drama

Smiling friends

Dandy's world (I do NOT support the creators)

My Little pony, friendship is magic

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Request status: open!

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Scott pilgrim

Request rules

I won't draw proships, excessive gore, etc.

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My main server

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Last updated: 26/12/2024 (British date)

[xerith-42]

Every day I think of asking people if they want me to rewrite a certain MCD scene. Every time I know they're going to bring up a fight scene. Every time I must accept that I cannot write those.

[ultra-phthalo]

- Cinnabar Moth - 'Frequent in open grassy habitats including waste ground, railway banks, gardens and woodland rides but perhaps most frequent on well drained rabbit-grazed grassland, mature sand-dunes and heathland.' A moth with bright colours that act as warning signs displaying their toxicity. They are seldom eaten by predators. And can afford to live life as a day-flying moth, living life in the sunshine, because of this.

In symbology - 'This creature is seen as a symbol of hope during difficult times. The cinnabar moth has the power to help us let go of our old ways and embrace the new.'

[gwenlena]

i love having fun lecturers nothing is ever gonna compare to being compared to a roman god in my essay feedback

[ragnar0c]

Live tweeting writing rn/j

[adventuretolkienlover]

*SOBS* 😭😄🥰

at the end of the day

Here’s my part for the trade with @cinn-a-mom who requested some Best Friends AU. Hope you enjoy 🥰

Ao3 Link HERE

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[ctwinsduo]

hey hi hey! do you perhaps have cniki/ceret/cwilbur hcs? any of them r fine and if you dont thats okay bye!!!

I don't have much c!niki knowledge I'm afraid however I will give what little hcs I have (also credit to my buddy @cinn-namon for half of these Eret HCs, if you want more feel free to mug him /hj)

Wilbur

- Prone to singing or humming whenever given the chance, when there's an audience he puts So Much Effort into it but he'll do it when he's alone aswell - Her first instinct in most situations is to laugh, she doesn't mean to but it just sorta slips out regardless of the circumstances - By far my wildest Wilbur hc: Wilbur is a nature spirit- my basis for this is mostly Greek mythology. In Greek mythology it's common for the children of gods and immortals to be some sort of nymph or dryad (basically a nature spirit) and the concept of nature spirits is a really vast one that can range from "pretty lady found in Trees" (Dryad) or "Unidentified mystical energy" for my HCs I tend to use more of the ladder. So Wilbur is a physical manifestation of the wilds, basically a shapeshifter but add a connection to the world itself. In theory he has no "true" form but the form he took when he was born was just a straight up fox (later learned how to shift into a more humanoid form as he grew) - More thoughts on nature spirit Wilbur ahead: how she appears and how well she can hold her form is entirely dependent on her current state, because of this she changed a lot between L'manburg and Pogtopia :3 When she first came to the SMP she looked almost entirely human, save for a few "off" traits (strange eyes, fangs, slightly pointed ears, ect.) but when Pogtopia hit she changed rather suddenly, becoming more like Fundy in appearance. Ghostbur was just a straight up spectral fox, and post revival Wilbur always has a few fox-like traits showing that she can't seem to get rid of - All of their mannerisms are slightly off- they don't quite emote "right". When they're fully human they come off as oddly animalistic, when they're more animal-like they're weirdly human. They tried to play themselves off as at least Mostly human for awhile but gave up pretty quickly - Has no fucking clue what his species is because of the samsung smart fridge nonsense- honestly he just assumes that he was Born Weird. When asked he's always weirdly cryptic about it - God awful cook, y'know those posts about people fucking up their food in unbelievable ways? That's Wilbur. Do not let her into the kitchen she will burn water - Disaster bi, seemingly most attracted to people who are either actively against her or have done shitty things to her in the past and she Cannot be normal about it (See: all of the shit said about Schlatt, Eret, Quackity, the list goes on) - Touchy but only when they're in a good mood. L'manburg era they'd always be putting an an arm around someone's shoulder or ruffling people's hair, small acts of physical affection, but any other time they've actively shied away from touch unless it's initiated by them. This is mostly because they're easily overstimulated by touch (despite being incredibly touch starved post revival)

Eret

- Wither hybrid, they can shift to hide some of their wither parts. When they were apart of L'manburg they also played themselves off as human - Loves to bake and stress bakes when especially stressed out- I like to think her and Niki would often bake together - Looking directly into his eyes activates a person's flight or fight response, which is why so many people have gotten Jumpscared by his eyes in the past - Probably has one of the best fashion senses in the entire SMP and yet only really dresses up whenever someone is coming over (90% of the time she just lounges about in comfy clothes, we love a comfy queen) - His memory is absolutely god awful so he's prone to writing things down or- more often- taking photos. A lot of the pictures from early L'manburg were taken by him - The L'manburg uniforms were made with Tommy and Eret's combined efforts (Wilbur supervised and occasionally stabbed himself trying to help <3) - Sews all of their own clothes, they'd love to sew for someone else but they haven't gotten the chance to outside of the uniforms (if they did they'd probably make an entire wardrobe though) - She's the one that taught Tommy to sew :3

Niki

- Catgirl c!niki supremacy - She likes churus (the cat treat) and will eat them like gogurt - Being as close to Wilbur as she was she's absolutely heard way too much about all of Wilbur's awful crushes on their enemies (she can never look at Eret the same way again) - She has autistic girl swagger idk what it is but she just does. Has the most unsettling stare known to man (by complete accident) - Despite being a cat hybrid she enjoys playing around in local bodies of water, big fan of stomping around in rivers

[help-an-alter]

Hi!

We have a fictive of fem!child!Touya Todoroki (that’s the best way I can describe her) who’s struggled to find a new name, but she wants to not use a closed name anymore. Could you help us find a name for her?

Some themes to include are snow, the color white, anger, cold, loss, fear, polar bears, moths, fluffy animals, winter, comfort, childhood, innocence (or loss of it), confusion, pain, and/or icicles.

Sorry if some of those are too abstract!

Thanks in advance!

⭐️🤘

hey, i’m not a regular alter who spends time on this blog but i wanted to assist with this one. i did my best, it was my first time doing it though so apologies if it isn’t as helpful as the normal mods’ are.

NAMES: winter, alaska, bianca, blanche, crystal, ember, frost, frostine, garnet, holly, gwen, gwendolyn, icy/ice, ivy, january, lumi, merry, snow, sylvia, aspen, cypress, eden, violet, wrath, furi, morgana, lilith, luna, empress, angora, corinne, valerie, serafina, hope, frey(j)a, aurora

PRONOUNS: ice/icy/icicleself, snow/snows/snowself, fie/fire/fireself, kha/khaoself, froze/frozen/frozenself, po/polar/polarself, cub/cubs/cubself, gro/growl/growlself, mo/moth/mothself, lu/lunes/luneself, fluff/fluffs/fluffself, wi/wing/wingself, fuzz/fuzzy/fuzz(y)self, flu/flutter/flutterself, anten/antennae/antennaeself, cinn/cinna/cinnabarself, la/lamp/lampself, co/cold/coldself, flur/flurry/flurryself, fri/frigid/frigidself, lo/lost/lostself, lo/loss/losself, voi/void/voidself, blu/blue/blueself

COMFORT: cold weather, journaling, movie nights, a comfort item (blanket, stuffed animal, etc), learning tarot or rune reading, drawing/writing as a coping mechanism, finding a clothing style, playing with slime or kinetic sand

- ember (fellow dabi/touya introject) of the crows

[cinnamonbloom]

real asf

I think I left some crackers out from yesterday oops

im hungry as shit (im going to eat saltine crackers)

[nancypreggo]

🫄5️⃣ 🏫 💦

tags/kinks: non-binary, multiple babies, public birth, orgasmic/erotic birth.

It wasn’t the most ideal situation, having to deal with a rowdy classroom full of young adults, let alone having to deal with it while also lugging around over forty pounds of baby in an overstuffed womb. 

Although they had made the most of their unexpectedly large pregnancy, not even a doctor’s recommendation to start parental leave in their late third trimester was going to stop them and their well thought-out lesson plan. A belly full of quints couldn’t have been foreseen nine months prior but they were managing better than most. They welcomed fascinated students to come and rub their distended belly between classes, the young students mesmerized and gasped out of astonishment when they could see the restless lives stirring under the taut skin. 

It was two days before their scheduled parental leave when everything happened. The day had started off normally and the general aches and pains of pregnancy went without much thought at all as they’d gone about their routine and got to school. They sat behind their desk with an ungraceful harumph, a hand coming up to stroke the widest part of their belly. The babies had lowered themselves considerably in the last few days and they were just thinking parental leave couldn’t come soon enough when their first class of the day began filtering into the room.

“Wow, any day now, huh, Mx?” One of the students asked with a little chuckle, amused with how large their teacher had gotten or how sluggishly they moved.

Thank god for PowerPoint and laser pointers because the very pregnant teacher knew they’d be teaching while seated for at least most of the day. It was halfway through the lecture when a gripping pain struck them in their abdomen and before they could even deduce what was happening, a torrent of fluid came gushing out between their legs. The sound was unmissable and they were just thankful that they were seated behind their desk so none of the students could see their lower half and considerably soaked pants. 

“What was that..?” A student asked.

The teacher chuckled nervously and grabbed for a nearby roll of paper towels, very quickly unspooling a few sheets to place on the tiled floor. “Oh, clumsy me-- I must’ve hit my drink and it fell over..!” they said, trying to mask what had really happened. When their class left then they could properly address what was happening to them. The lecture wouldn’t be disrupted when it was already more than half over.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to rub their round tummy throughout the day so they hoped their almost incessant rubbing at the side of their belly went unnoticed. They were trying the best that they could to calm the impatient lives inside but the babies would wait for no one, not even the parent that carried them to term.

With mere minutes left in the class period, a strong contraction rippled through the teacher’s body and they let out an erotic moan as a knee-jerk reaction. They pushed themself back from the desk as every head in the classroom pulled their attention from their books or their phones to the laboring teacher at the front of the class.

“O-oh, g-god..!” The teacher exclaimed, pulling their shirt up to expose the reddened and contorting flesh of their stuffed dome. “M-my babies..!”

Some of the more capable students jumped to their feet and scrambled to their teacher’s aid, helping them take off their pants while a few others left the room altogether to fetch for better qualified help. Many students who were still seated at their desks had pulled out their phones to record the scene unfolding in front of them.

As the teacher’s feet were brought up to rest on the desk, their entire sex was fully exposed and a murmur could be heard throughout the room. It was extremely vulnerable for the teacher to be in such a state and a strong blush radiated from their face all the way down their neck and chest.

“The baby is crowning, Mx,” a student told them, “You should push with the next contraction.”

With a petulant whine, the teacher felt their firstborn grinding against their sore sex and a jolt of arousal went all throughout them. “F-fuck…” they rasped, their fingers pressing into the tight flesh of their overcrowded belly. “Feels good…” They couldn’t help but to speak out what they were feeling, their usual teacher filter completely gone as they succumbed to their body’s visceral urges.

As a contraction racked through them, a loud moan from the deepest part of their throat echoed throughout the room. They were pushing and slowly but surely they were opening for the first large baby. Juices were all but streaming out of their hole, spilling onto the tiled floor beneath them. When they felt gentle fingers prodding their sex, they pushed and let out a loud cry of relief. The first baby’s massive head was out.

“It’s so b-big-- feels… feels so good coming out of me,” the teacher confessed, writhing as much as their office chair would allow. With the students’ help, they stretched their legs as far apart as possible so they could birth the rest of their first baby. The large shoulders of the newborn were lodged in a very sensitive position. The teacher’s pleasure center in their brain was working on overload as each contraction brought multiple pounds of pressure pressing right against their most erogenous area. This was not the time to be aroused but they had no say in the matter.

Pushing through the crescendoing pleasure, the first of five babies burst through and was deftly caught by capable hands. The heavy set newborn was placed on their chest, crying loudly for its parent. “Oh-- Oh my g-god, that’s my baby..!” the teacher cried out with joy, shaky hands coming to grab the baby and hold it close. “Oh my god, this just came out of me…”

And another was hot on their older sibling’s heels as the teacher had next to no time for reprieve as another pleasure-filled contraction gripped their stomach. They could feel the next large baby filling up their birth canal and they hadn’t even had time to really meet their first. “O-oh, oh-- another… ugh, they j-just keep coming..!” they exclaimed, pushing with their next contraction.

Just like moments ago, the second baby’s head bulged out their parent’s sex, stretching it to its limits upon their exit. Unlike the first birth, however, this baby wasn’t coming out quite so easily. Just when it seemed like the baby’s crowning head was about to come out, the teacher fell back against their chair as their contraction and strength both tapered off. As they whined, the baby slowly disappeared behind the lips of their parent’s sex.

“T-too big…” the teacher cried, unable to overcome the amount of pleasure they were getting from their labor to properly push the baby out.

Very suddenly, a large hand was pushing down on the globe that was their belly. The pressure was so immense and suddenly they were experiencing an indescribable amount of euphoric pleasure without even a contraction. They screamed at the top of their lungs as the baby’s head burst through their sex’s lips with a strong gush of fluids.

A student batted the hand away, belonging to another student who was just trying to help. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re hurting them!” she accused, looking down at the baby’s head that was just dangling between her teacher’s legs.

“They were having a hard time pushing-- I helped! The baby’s head is out, isn’t it?” Another voice shouted, bickering.

“M-more..! More, please; get this baby o-out of me..!” The teacher pleaded, their hands going to their belly and attempting to push just as their student had done before.

“See?!” Very quickly, multiple hands were placed on the teacher’s rounded belly and they all pressed down together.

The teacher’s hips bucked up at the sensation, their sex throbbing with a desire for more. It was dizzying to think they would be doing this three more times even after this baby was born. An almost chant-like whining puffed out of their mouth and with another scream and orgasm, they were coming and the baby was pushed out. The newest baby was quickly placed on her parent’s chest and the space was now crowded.

Thankfully, someone had looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to properly cut an umbilical cord and two students who had experience with babies took each of the newborns to their desks to watch over them. Some students offered up their hoodies and extra shirts to keep the babies warm, which was just as well because stronger contractions meant one more life was about to enter the already bustling classroom.

The teacher was a sweaty mess, their efforts having the room smell heavily of sex and birth fluids. They had already climaxed at least twice and if three more babies in their womb meant at least three more orgasms, they were afraid they might pass out from pure bliss. “Th-three more…” they informed their students, some of which were unaware that the teacher was carrying so many. Shifting uncomfortably where they sat, the teacher asked for help to stand up and walk in the hopes that gravity might help get the rest of their babies out. 

Just as they had taken a few steps, the door swung open with the students that had left, bringing with them a school nurse and a few other faculty. Shocked eyes went from the birthing teacher over to the two newborns that were squalling for their parent, then back again.

“I… M-more babies are c-coming…” The teacher cried, their knees buckling beneath them. The students that had helped them to stand up were now carefully lowering them to the floor as the realization came that the third baby was stretching them wide. “C-can’t stop, I can’t stop-- f-feels so good..!” They moaned as they leaned back against one of the students for support as they pushed. It felt too good that they came twice more before the baby’s head was even out and the wide shoulders gave them their strongest orgasm yet.

They were a shaky, sweaty mess when their third baby entered the world with a loud cry. Students that had been doing on-hands help had been replaced by the school nurse and faculty, while someone had announced that an ambulance had been called. Someone wondered aloud if a single ambulance could even transport the sheer amount of babies that were coming out of their teacher.

“You’re doing amazing,” An older male teacher cooed into the ear of the one birthing, his large hand coming to stroke the prominent although somewhat-deflated belly. “I had no idea you were capable of this-- of having so many…”

The teacher whined, turning their head to look at the older man to the best of their ability. “J-just… I just wanna keep having babies,” they babbled, borderline incoherent before wincing because of a brand-new contraction. There were still two babies left inside and the next one had taken its time getting into position.

The man chuckled deviously, his next words whispered only for a single person’s ears. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged, love. After seeing so many tumble out of you I want to see how many more you can have…”

The thought of being filled only to do this yet again sent a thrill up their sore back. “Y-yeah… yes..!” they mewled as their gaping hole was suddenly filled with an exiting mass. They grinded their hips back and forth against nothing, as if they could simply thrust the baby out into the world. They were already coming again and the baby was barely crowning.

By the time the paramedics arrived with professional help, there was only one baby left inside. More students from other classes had at some point filtered into the classroom to witness the spectacle for themselves, although they were very quickly shooed away by teachers or the school nurse to give as much privacy as possible. The students who had been holding the now-sleeping newborns were allowed to stay to keep the babies warm and make sure they were okay.

When the paramedics attempted to help the teacher up onto the stretcher, they were met with a very adamant rejection. “N-no, it… baby’s already--” the teacher sputtered, spreading their legs as far apart as possible to give the paramedics a good look at their crowning baby. All five babies were going to be born in that classroom and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Having already pushed out four, a fifth proved to be routine by this point. Although the feeling of bearing down around the wide skull was still as overwhelming as ever, the teacher at least knew to expect it and had found a vague rhythm to pushing that felt best to them.

“Oh, my,” the main paramedic sounded off as they delicately touched the stretched sex around the baby’s crowning head. They glanced over to where the newborns were being monitored. “I think this one is your biggest yet…”

The teacher couldn’t help but to laugh wearily. “Of course it is…” They rubbed their hand over their mostly deflated tummy, the largest baby fully engaged and ready to be birthed. As much of an inconvenience having such an overcrowded and heavy womb had been, they were going to miss being pregnant.

With a mounting contraction, they let out a feeble, wanton cry as they pushed. It was obvious by the stretch how large the baby truly was, easily outweighing any of its older siblings. Progress was minimal just judging from the way it felt between their legs.

“Last one, love,” the male teacher who was still holding his birthing lover in his arms. He had whispered encouraging words into their ear since he’d arrived and his big hands very rarely ever left that pregnant swell. “You’ve just got one more and then you’ll have all of your babies…”

“Last one,” they parroted back weakly, shallow breaths coming out heavily as they strained over their final oversized baby. They were very sensitive and tired, their face covered in a film of sweat and tears from how much they had strained. It had been a while since they had started pushing and they could hear all of their babies cooing from across the room. They just needed to push this last one out so the babies could be cared for by their parent.

As another contraction racked through them and it felt like they were being split apart in only the most delicious of ways, they let out a guttural moan as they summoned what little energy they had left to push their last baby out. As they pushed and their hole grew impossibly wide around the large baby’s head, gasps and other exclamations of awe went ignored. The baby’s head broke free and with it, yet another wet gush of the pregnant teacher’s arousal. They had climaxed so many times-- even more times than it had taken to get them this pregnant in the first place. It only took one last contraction and few more strong pushes to get the rest of the baby out, a large little boy who looked more like an infant than a newborn in the paramedic’s hands.

[criminalcinnamon]

NEW INTRODUCTION POST!!!

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[vacantgodling]

teardrops of the gods!

i did a redraw of old art of the three mcs quill (left), cinnamon “cinn” (middle), and mz (right)

the og version is under the cut they’ve definitely grown up a LOT

(also tagging @galactic-mystics-writes since i know you’re interested in these guys! :3c)

[ultra-phthalo]

It Comes Back So I Step Back

[Hypothetical moment when the human Cinnabar talks about their mechanophobia to a listening cybertronian.] [Mechanophobia is a phobia about the fear of machines and anything mechanical. A fear that was noted during the nineteenth century; a kind of 'reaction to the effects of the Industrial Revolution'.]

Cinnabar talks. "I've luckily had time to talk about this with Ratchet." Adding. "It's just something about it causes me to feel physically nauseous. I use to feel sick even being in a car. And I even despised the smell of the seat belt around me." - "And then only by looking out the car window or by closing my eyes and letting myself fall asleep, I was able to get over these issues. But, it's the large active machinery that still makes me feel sickly. Since I'm very aware if someone's not careful, something awful could happen to them. Or if something fails I would be totally helpless to make any difference to the situation." - "That I am. In fact. Totally helpless in front of a machine." Cinn takes a breath. "This fear does comeback to me. And I just have to step back. Like the times I have to stop talking and look out the window of a car." Cinn, deeply wanting to prevent any misunderstanding pushes her main priority and reasoning as to why she is still here. "I hope you can understand and that this fear is not serious and not going to stop me from interacting with cybertronians."

[You can also add megalophobia to their list of fears, lmao]. [The human oc Cinnabar is a pretty much a nameless character who after some event, chose the name Cinnabar. And becomes a member of M.E.C.H from Transformers Prime.]

[gwenlena]

"i have no more essays due after this week :D" vs "the rest of my essays are due in this week :("