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[uhhsoph]

Class of ‘21

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-pairing: softdom!chris & sub!reader

-warnings: unprotected p in v (don’t do that guys) kissing, making out, fingering, public sex, praising, use of y/n (very brief)

-a/n- this is probably so bad but I rushed heavy I’m insanely tired goodnight lovies 🤍

Of all of the places I thought I’d be tonight, I didn’t think I’d be here. I’ve shitted on everything and anything that had to do with my high school years. Yet, here I was standing in the middle of the same nasty, mold infested, gymnasium I was 3 some years ago.

I decided to come to my reunion because I had nothing else to do. Was it the best thing I could’ve done with my time? Maybe not, but I guess it was cool to see how everyone changed and grew into themselves. Sure, I missed high school sometimes but high school was shit mostly. I mostly kept to myself and a few friends I’d kept from middle school. I was focused on my self and my future, and I’m proud of who I’ve become. Back then, I wish I could tell myself it’d be worth it, because it was.

I walked around to see if any of my old friends have decided to show up too. I kept walking until I felt a light, gentle, tap on my shoulder. I turn around and get met with the eyes of my friend, Nessa.

“Where have you been all night? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“I’ve just been here, you must’ve not looked hard enough.” I speak with a smile. The air in the gym getting more stuffy and unbearable by the second, the stuffiness due to it being stuffed to the brim with most of the class of 2021.

“I swear I’ve swept the place looking for you. But at least I found you, because guess who’s here.” She smirks slightly, a mock pang of flirt laced in her voice. Guessing was absolutely never my thing.

“I don’t know, enlighten me.” I chuckle.

“Come on, not even a small guess?” She fake pouts. I take a few seconds to rake my brain of who, or maybe what, she could possibly be so excited about.

“Ness, I don’t know. Kaylee from bio?” I furrow my eyebrows as I made a guess. A small one, but still a guess.

“You’re no fun! Christopher Sturniolos here.” She says with excitement, somewhat evident in her voice. Chris was my long time crush all throughout high school, no shot he even knew who I was. We’ve interacted maybe once, we had classes together but what’s that in a building full of girls? Chris was popular, everyone liked him. I wasn’t special for feeling the same way, I knew that.

“Respectfully Ness, what am I supposed to do with that? Everyone’s probably swarming over him asking about his life after high school.” I laugh.

“Respectfully, you’re so hot now. I bet if you tried talking to him, you’d be his first priority.” She grins at me, fanning herself dramatically.

“You’re on some crazy shit.” I retort with a small chuckle before continuing. “I’m going to grab a drink. You want one?” I ask.

“I’m okay, but hey. While you’re gone, try and get a peak at Chris. See if he’s still as amazing as you thought he was.” I roll my eyes playfully as I start walking to the drinks table.

I push past the crowds of people catching up, crying, hell, going through the 5 stages of grief over reuniting with their old friends. I see the table straight through a few people, I walk behind them swiftly, seeing Chris with a group. I take a quick glance at him, which he returns, but nonetheless I keep walking to the table. He’s definitely still what he used to be, hot as shit.

I approach the table, somewhat distracted by everything that’s happening around me. Well, except one thing. Before I can react, I see this girl attempting to launch a solo cup of fruit punch at this guy. The guy obviously notices before me as he moves out of the way, the fruit punch obliviously landing on me, seeping deeper into the soft fabric faster by the second. I look down at my light colored dress, now stained red wondering how the fuck I’m going to get this out.

I glance around, thankfully not many people were paying attention to the whole scene. The girl angrily muttering apologies as she grabs the guy by his wrist, dragging him out of the gym and outside, probably to scream more curses at him. I cuss silently to myself as I make my way to the bathroom to try and clean this up. I feel someone lightly grab my shoulder. I turn around to meet the eyes of, none the other, Chris. My face softens ever so slightly as I meet his captivating eyes, forgetting the reason why I was mad for a second.

“Hey, I saw what happened are you… good?” He asks. I let out a breathy chuckle as I peer down at my dress again.

“I mean… not really. I don’t know how I’m gonna get this stain out.” I say as casually as I can. I can’t take another embarrassment tonight.

“Here, I can help you? I don’t know much I can but I’ll try.” He laughs. I chuckle and nod as I let him led me to an empty classroom, which happened to be the math class, the class I shared with him in senior year, something I doubt he’d remember. He pats the table in front of the sink for me to sit on and looks under the cabinet for some paper towels. He rummages under carelessly until he finds some. He dampens the paper towel as he gently dabs it onto my dress, applying slight pressure to soak up the red liquid on the soft fabric.

“This place looks the same, doesn’t it?” He questions, keeping his focus on trying to get the stain out.

“Hm?” I question, confused, he can’t be talking about what I think he’s talking about.

“This is one of the classes I had with you, right?” He pauses for a second and looks up at my face, giving me his full and complete attention. My face slowly breaks into a grin.

“Yeah, it is. Honestly, I’m surprised you even know who I am.” I admit honestly with a slight laugh.

“How couldn’t I?.” He chuckles as he continues back to wiping gently at my dress. I shake my head and chuckle slightly.

“What do you mean?.” I ask, a smile on my face as I furrow my eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know, let’s just forget about it.” He shook it off, basically mentally face palming himself as if he said something wrong. We sit in somewhat comfortable silence as I keep looking at Chris, he seems to be contemplating something in his head before he talks again.

“Y/n?” He questions, stilling his movements and looking up at me

“Hm?” I look at him too.

“I’ve always thought you were pretty. Even since, like, freshman year. And you still are, which is why I’m kinda terrified to say the wrong things. I always have it’s just, now we aren’t even in Highschool and I know I shouldn’t even be telling you, kinda stupid right?” He confesses, looking basically anywhere but my eyes.

I sit dumbfounded. After a few seconds, I smile. He was so genuine and I don’t think I’ve seen him, let alone anyone that, vulnerable with me for awhile. “I’ve always liked you too, I just… never thought you’d notice me”I whisper back, trying to open up about it to him.

“I noticed. I definitely noticed.” He whispers as he finally meets my eyes. I look back, not being able to look away.

He stands all the way up, towering over me sitting on the table, moving his face closer to mine. He stays there, probably waiting for me to make a move to completely connect our lips. I look into his blue eyes, before grabbing his jaw and connecting my lips with his, something I’ve wanted since freshman year. He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my body. I move my arms to rest behind his neck, deepening the kiss. He gently bites my bottom lip to gain entry, which I allow embarrassingly quick. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, pulling away for a quick second.

“Jump.” He says, gripping my ass, keeping his face close to mine. I do as he says and allow myself to wrap my legs around his waist.

He places his hands under my thighs and then he throws his lips back onto mine. He spins me around and pins me to the counter, the kiss growing more desperate every second. He sets me down on the counter, leaning me up against the back wall. His hands roaming my body as I do the same. Touching every inch I possibly could, as if he’d vanish any second. I capture all his breaths and pants into my mouth as he does the same with mine. He starts to move his hands towards the top of my thighs, rubbing circles with his thumb on the bare skin. I grab his collar and pull him impossibly close, his tongue growing faster against mine. I reach my hand down to his belt and run my hands over it. He quickly pulls away and takes his belt off.

“You wanna do this?” He asks, looking at me breathlessly.

“Fuck Chris, yeah.” I pant. To that, he groans and hooks his hands under my thighs, pulling my body into his. His bulge pressing on me was enough for me to snap into a billion pieces. He looks down at silently curses when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“Such a good fucking girl..” He leans down and collects the wetness that’s accumulated around my thighs.

“Shit Chris.” I throw my head back as his hand reaches my clit, rubbing firm circles on the small bundle of nerves. I moan out as his circles get faster.

“Shhh, angel, you don’t want the whole school to hear how good I’m making you feel do you?” He smirks lightly as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down to push his thumb in my mouth. I close my lips around it as my eyes roll back into my head. He moves his fingers lower and pushes them inside of my pussy. The familiar feeling in my stomach threatening to snap every second he continues.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Chris praises as his eyes move from my face to my pussy rapidly. I whine as my back arches into him.

“I-I’m gonna cum.. fuck chris! Oh my god” I moan as my fingers lace behind his neck, tangling themselves in his hair.

“Come on baby, cum on my fingers.” Chris replies as he’s focusing on my face, licking his lips. I try my best to focus on his face as I feel my first orgasm of the night crash over me, almost to fully convince my mind he’s still here, or here in the first place.

“Perfect, fuck..” He smirks before shoving his fingers in his mouth, sucking the juices off slowly. Which was almost enough to make me cum again right there.

“I need you.” I say out in desperation.

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows as he starts to unbuckle his pants. I nod embarrassingly fast. He grips my ass and picks me up again, spinning me around and pinning me on the table that was once behind him. He then maneuvers his cock out of his boxers, pre cum leaking over the tip, which is bright pink and begging for attention. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” He whispers, his voice gravelly as he moves his dick up and down my folds.

“No teasing.. fuck.” I throw my head back in anticipation, excitement bubbling in my stomach.

“Tell me how much you want it.” He challenges, breathlessly, almost trying to delay himself so this moment lasts longer.

“S’bad.. so so bad please.” I practically beg. He starts to slowly inch himself inside of me, groaning the deeper he gets.

“Mm, you’re so tight.” He practically whines as he throws his head back, starting to slowly thrust himself.

“Faster chris.” I moan, repeating his name over and over again. His thrusts getting faster, the moans and pants between us both is all we can comprehend.

“Fuck.. you’re so so good for me, angel.” He leans down starts kissing my jaw slowly. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck, and the other one wrapped around his back. He starts running his hands up and down my body. I arch off the table, whining as my second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“I-Im so close.. oh oh my god!” I moan out.

“Shit, me too.” He replies, his thrusts getting sloppier as I start clenching around him, cumming on his dick.

“I’m gonna cum… where do you want it?” He asks quickly.

“Anywhere”

He quickly pulls out as cum paints my stomach where my dress hitched up, as he curses under his breath. He leans down and captures my lips in his again. We sit there, our lips enveloping each others… that’s until we hear a swift knock on the door.

“Hey, what are you guys doing in there?”

~

[preggopushes]

Project Aphrodite

Elizabeth is the solo Captain of a spaceship sent to populate a new sector.

WARNING: NSFW, there will be nudity, sexually explicit descriptions, sex with a machine, pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, and childbirth

**Originally posted on DeviantArt, but I thought some people on Tumblr might enjoy it also**

Day 284

Captain Elizabeth McDaniel stood stiff and motionless, staring at the numbers on the pin pad. She wore the dark blue casual-dress uniform of a galactic space officer. She had been wearing the same style uniform since blasting off from earth 283 ½ days ago.

She stood 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighed 122 pounds. She had straight, short blonde hair and a plain, but pleasant face. She wouldn’t win a beauty contest, but that didn’t stop men from asking her out or ogling her rear when she passed.

The tight uniform revealed her petite, but sturdy figure. The top exposed the shape of her small perky breasts and her slim middle. The bottom displayed her plentiful thighs and shapely backside that protruded with an ample curve.

She was a decisive and data driven woman, but she found herself unusually conflicted. She knew her next action would begin a sequence of events that she couldn’t turn back from. It was natural, she reasoned, to be hesitant to push the buttons. She took a deep, wavering breath and forced her hand to reach out…

7 – 5 – 2 – 8 – ENTER

The bio pod that held the pin pad beeped and the upper hatch slowly opened. The pod had a blue base and a clear top. It was big enough to accommodate one human laying down inside. Elizabeth shuddered. She slipped off her shoes and stepped one foot into the pod. She swung her other foot over the blue lip and reached her hands behind her. She lowered herself, like she was sitting into a big bathtub. The soft cushions inside were comfortable on her body.

She pulled a laminated sheet from a spot near her left hand. She knew the upcoming procedure by memory, but her training forced her to follow the written checklist, no matter how simple.

#1 - Remove all clothing

She took another deep breath, then pulled the zipper of her uniform from her neck down to her crotch. Next, she wiggled the one-piece uniform from her torso, then off her legs. She reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra, then shimmied out of her plain white panties.

#2 - Execute bio scan function. If abnormalities discovered, discontinue procedure 

She pushed the bio scan button on the touchscreen inside the pod. She was still as the pod whirred. She could see several sensors moving around her, evaluating every part of her. The pod replied, “no abnormalities discovered.” Her body was healthy and ready.

#3 – Authenticate identity by pressing hand onto screen

She pressed her hand. “Captain McDaniel, identity confirmed.”

#4 – Confirm procedure

She pushed the button on the screen, Population.

#5 – Select number of specimens for implantation 

Since it was her first procedure, she knew the only approved selection was 1. She pressed the button.

#6 – Place legs into stirrups

Captain McDaniel took another deep breath and then spread her legs wide into the stirrups on the inner walls of the bio pod. She was annoyed that her body trembled slightly, exposing the emotion she always worked hard to hold inside. Despite her scientific approach to the upcoming events, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, and totally absolutely vulnerable in the position.

#7 – Calmly accept the procedure

Back on earth, she always laughed during training at the word calmly. There’s no way she would be calm when the real procedure began. Sure, the procedure had been tested and considered very safe. But this would be the first time her own body did anything resembling intercourse, and this frightened her virgin mind more than anything.

At the galactic academy, her entire focus had been on the demanding academics. Some of the boys tried to date her, but she didn’t have time or the desire for them. She almost kissed a boy once during a study session, but she pulled back before their lips met, embarrassed that she almost gave in to the urge.

She heard the whispers from her more popular classmates. They called her ice queen, bitchy Lizzy, her majesty, and worse. But she was driven to accomplish something. She aspired to be on the first mission of Project Aphrodite’s population ships, headed to the far reaches of the galaxy. She would setup new settlements for humans and explore the vast unknown.

The reward for her hard work and self-control at the galactic academy was this mission and 284 days of loneliness. She was the captain of the spaceship, but she was the only crew. For now.

With the checklist complete, the pod sprang into action. The top lid slowly closed, sealing Elizabeth inside. She didn’t plan to resist the procedure, but it was still unnerving to be trapped inside the tight space. The pod began to play soft music. Presumably it was calming, but it made her eyes roll.

Then she saw it. A metal arm began to emerge from the bottom of the pod. She had studied the engineering specifications and knew it was made from titanium and powered by several high-pressure hydraulic cylinders. A clear tube ran the length of the arm. The tube was connected to a special prosthetic at the end of the arm closest to her spread legs. Her classmates said it was shaped like a dildo, but she wouldn’t know. Her focus was on her goals, and self-pleasure was an unnecessary distraction.

The arm moved through a limited range of motion, completing its self-test, then it halted in place, ready. The pod announced, “please provide verbal approval to begin recording.”

When Elizabeth had been selected to be the captain of the first Project Aphrodite ship, she was ecstatic for the honor. She quickly accepted the position, but then she learned that the first ship was expected to complete an additional task. The task mortified her.

She was expected to record her first procedure. The recording would be beamed to the 49 ships that launched after hers. The galactic high command thought it was important for the other spaceship captains to know what to expect from their own procedures. Elizabeth was expected to narrate the experience as it happened to her.

She mustered her courage and simply said, “YES.”

The voice in the pod asked another question, “Are you prepared to begin, Captain McDaniel? Once the process starts, it cannot be stopped.” Elizabeth had rehearsed the next part. The pod’s protocol required a very specific reply to initiate the procedure. She knew she would hesitate if she allowed her mind to think, so she had practiced her response over-and-over, becoming robotic, “this is Captain Elizabeth McDaniel. Verified. Ready.”

Day 285

Captain McDaniel rounds the corner into the ship’s main living quarters. She’s still wearing the casual-dress uniform and her face is unchanged. However, her body has undergone an astonishing transformation.

Prominently poking out from her middle is a round, watermelon shaped belly. She’s unmistakably with child, probably about 6 months along. Her previously small, perky breasts are a little fuller and a little rounder. Her hips are somewhat wider, her thighs slightly thicker, and her walk is slow with a distinct waddle.

These visible changes are somehow overshadowed by the unseen ones. Normally a tightly wound ball of nervous energy, she’s now calm and relaxed. Her placid blue eyes betray a woman a peace with her situation, even enjoying it.

She sits down in a chair in the living quarters and places her hands on top of her bulbous belly. She looks down expectantly as if she’s waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly she takes a wavering breath, and she sits up straighter. Then she puts her hands down on the chair, steadying herself. She’s calm but, “oooh,” slips out of her mouth. As she vocalizes, her back arches and her belly presses outwards. She’s growing, expanding. The fabric of her galactic officer’s casual-dress uniform stretches to accommodate her larger features.

“Mmmmm,” she lets out, then she slowly gets up and takes two timid steps, testing her balance. She no longer looks 6 months pregnant, she’s now at least 7 months along. She rubs her tummy with genuine compassion, whispering, “hi baby, you’re doing such a good job. I can’t wait to meet you.”

She begins a deliberate walk to the kitchen area. She’s apparently starving after the growth spurt. She quickly polishes off a bowl of cereal, a banana, and an apple.

After eating, she pulls out a device and sets in on the table. After pressing some buttons, she begins to speak into it.

“This is Captain McDaniel. I just had my sixth growth acceleration, making me seven equivalent months pregnant. My body tolerated the acceleration very well. It wasn’t painful, but I can feel my belly getting very tight. I know it won’t be long now until I’m in labor. Personal note: even though the baby isn’t technically mine, I feel an overwhelming sense of love for it. Elizabeth, out.”

She pulls herself back up, then walks to her bunk and lays down for a short nap.

The beep of an alarm clock wakes her 45 minutes later. She groggily rubs her tummy, seeming to be cherishing the experience of maternity. Then she finally pulls her body to a sitting position. She braces herself for what’s coming. She’s silent as she waits. With each breath, her new ample bosom bulges outwards, showing off the growth of her mammaries.

Abruptly, she shakes and her eyes narrow. It’s happening again. This time, it’s slightly more intense. Her big tummy jerks forward and her head arches back. The tummy grows for nearly 5 seconds as she exclaims, “Goooo-ooooo-ooooo.”

She rubs her nearly full-term belly, then she speaks to it, “wow, you’re kicking kiddo! Like a little kickboxer in there. Go easy on mommy, ok?”

Like last time, she finds her way to the kitchen area and pulls out some food. This time she finishes two bowls of cereal and a double ration of yogurt.

Again, she pulls out the recording device and speaks into it. “This is Captain McDaniel. I just had the seventh acceleration. My body is very big now. My belly is so large that I can’t see my feet, and my breasts are considerably bigger than normal. The process wasn’t painful this time, but it was uncomfortable stretching to this size. Of note, I can feel the baby moving inside my belly now. I’ll be headed to the bio-pod soon to prepare for labor. Elizabeth, out.”

Finally, she nervously gets up and begins to sluggishly move towards the pod. Her belly swings left, then right, jiggling with each heavy step.

When she reaches the pod, she stops and begins pulling down the zipper of her uniform. She clears her bosom, but her big tummy is more of a challenge. She tugs to adjust her strained uniform several times before finding an angle that allows the zipper to pass over the apex of her hefty curve.

She sits on the side of the pod and pulls off her white socks, white bra, and white panties. Now completely nude, she takes a second to examine her body.

Her breasts have grown from a small b-cup to a hefty c-cup. The boobs are topped by big, dark nipples. The milkers hang lower now with a torpedo shape, ready to provide sustenance to the baby inside her. Her ample ass has widened moderately and her previously plentiful and toned thighs are now thicker and juicier. And of course, her previously petite belly is most eye-catching. It’s now round and giant, but has dropped low, preparing to expel the big baby. On her flanks, very faint stretch marks, like a tiger’s stripes, are detectable. Between her legs, the slit of her puffy, hairless vagina looks cute and dainty, not quite ready to stretch open to accommodate the big baby’s birth.

Elizabeth pulls her weighty body over the lid of the pod and lays herself into the comfortable seat. She sits there, cuddling her belly with her hands, waiting.

She takes a deep breath with alarm. Her big belly pulsates and lunges forward as she grows again. The stretch marks on her sides turn darker and lengthen as her skin expands to accept the swell. She gasps, with a hint of distress, “Ho-OO-oo-OO-o” as she continues growing for two more seconds. Then she embraces her big tummy, exploring the most recent changes in her gravid form.

She finally speaks, “nutrition, please.”

A small cabinet in the side of the pod pops open, and she takes an energy bar from it. It’s quickly devoured.

Then she speaks again, “turn camera on and begin recording.”

The pod replies, “verify camera status?”

“Verified, camera on,” she confirms.

Still devoted to procedures, she finds the laminated sheet and begins following the checklist:

#1 - Remove all clothing

She is already completely nude, so there is nothing more to do.

#2 - Execute bio scan function. If abnormalities discovered, follow recommended alternate birth plan  

She pushes the bio scan button on the touchscreen inside the pod. She is still as the pod whirrs and the sensors move. In contrast to her still body, her ripe abdomen gyrates and shifts as the active baby somersaults inside her. When it has completed its work, the pod replies, “no abnormalities discovered.”

              #3 – Authenticate identity by pressing hand onto screen

She presses her hand. “Captain McDaniel, identity confirmed.”

              #4 – Confirm procedure               

She pushes the button on the screen, Induction, Vaginal Labor.

              #5 – Place legs into stirrups

She heaves her legs into the stirrups on the sides of the pod. Yesterday she had been in the same position to conceive the child. Today she’ll be pushing like this.

Once in position, she turns her face to the camera: “Hello fellow Galactic Space Officers, this is Captain Elizabeth McDaniel. I’ve now completed eight growth accelerations and as you can tell, I’m full term with the first baby to populate my sector. In a second I’ll be initiating the protocol for vaginal labor induction in the bio pod. As high command ordered, I’ll beam the video of the entire birth and narrate my experience. I hope this will help you know what to expect from your own upcoming labors and deliveries.”

              #6 – Calmly accept the procedure

Unlike her previous procedure in the pod, she appears relaxed, even calm. She’s a woman at peace with a baby growing inside her big belly. Pregnancy is her calling.

While she waits, the pod performs several new self-tests, preparing the necessary tools to support her labor and delivery.

When the tests are complete, the pod asks, “Are you prepared to begin, Captain McDaniel? Once you are induced, your labor cannot be stopped.” Elizabeth doesn’t hesitate, “This is Captain Elizabeth McDaniel. Ready to induce labor for the first of 64 babies to populate my assigned sector of Project Aphrodite.”

The pod asks, “As you prepared to receive the Pitocin shot?”

Elizabeth calmly replies, “yes, I’m ready.” As she speaks a wave flows across her gravid, protruding middle. The baby is still busy in her uterus.

The pod says, “please hold still while your first dose of Pitocin is administered.” Within 3 seconds, a metal arm emerges from the left side and jabs a needle into Elizabeth’s arm. She winces briefly, then says, “I just received a dose of Pitocin. It felt similar to a flu shot, just a mild sting for a second.”

About 5 minutes pass with Elizabeth getting visibly antsy. Finally, she speaks, “I feel a very unfamiliar sensation, like my body is cramping. It was mild at first, but now it’s already getting quite powerful.”

The pod’s soothing voice says, “Captain McDaniel, you should use the recommended breathing profile to ease your labor pains.”

Elizabeth snaps into a focus and begins to breathe, “ho, ho, ha….ho, ho, ha…ho, ho, ha.” As she huffs, her belly continues to pulsate and gyrate from the baby’s movements.

After a bit, the pod’s sensors begin to move. When they halt, the pod announces, “you’re now 1 centimeter dilated, Captain McDaniel.”

Elizabeth updates her viewers, “Hu, oh, I feel significant cramps inside my, oh, abdomen. I can handle it, but the sensation is much more than I expected. The breathing helps, though.” She goes back to her breathing, “ho, ho, ha-aa.”

For the next minutes, she continues like this, her breathing getting deeper and heavier. As time goes on, her breaths begin to cause her belly to heave each time she exhales. Her feminine body is engaged in a truly grueling endeavor.

The pod provides another update, “You’re now nearly 3 centimeters, Captain McDaniel. The baby’s vital signs are within tolerances. Your heart rate is slightly elevated. Please try to relax.”

More contractions pulsate through Elizabeth’s body as she takes slow, wavering breaths.

Elizabeth gives another update, “the cramping feeling has turned into significant contractions now. Each time I contract, I can feel tugging and pulling inside my body, like I’m being forced opened from the inside. It’s, uh…ho, ho, ha…quite, uhhh, uncomfortable. Oh WOW!”

Between her spread, juicy thighs, her dainty vajayjay is beginning to transform. Previously a petite slit, it’s getting redder and puffier, preparing to stretch wide for the baby.

Twenty minutes later, the pod completes another check with the sensors. “You’re now 5 centimeters dilated, Captain McDaniel. All vitals are nominal.”

Elizabeth, now sweating, updates her fellow space travelers, “Wowee, this is hard. I really didn’t know it would be like this. I don’t know if I can do it. Oh, UH, I can feel everything OPENING!”

The pod announces, “please hold still Captain McDaniel, administering another Pitocin dose.” At that, her left arm is jabed again.

The impact of the dose is immediate. She gasps and her body contracts violently, causing her watermelon belly to lift into the air.

Talking to herself while she rubs her big belly, she says, “Are you kidding???? OOOHHH, how is this baby going to come out? It’s too big.”

After a bit more time, the pod speaks again, “Captain McDaniel, it is time to break your water. Please do not be alarmed.”

The same apparatus that impregnated her rises from between her thighs. It wastes no time, plunging into her spread pussy. She grunts, “gu, uh, OH,” as it pushes deep into her womanhood.

The result is an incredible spray of fluid from her opening. The pod quickly vacuums the liquid, keeping the birthing area sanitary.

Elizabeth appears momentarily relieved. Then her tummy convulses with another contraction. She tells the camera, “Omigosh, it’s like a bowling ball is trying to come through me! It’s huge! MY WOMB. Oh, HUUUU, I can do it, though.”

While she contracts, her milk-swelled boobs jiggle and bounce as she exerts.

The pod’s sensors check her again, “You’re eight now centimeters Captain McDaniel. Your progress has been rapid. All vitals are still nominal.”

She gives another update. “The pressure is mammoth. I can’t believe how full I am. I knew labor would be difficult, but this is unbelievable.”

Elizabeth goes back to her breathing. She huffs and puffs, “Hu, Hooooo, Hu, GUUUUU, HAAAAA.” Her eyes are fixed as she pants, like a woman possessed.

Fifteen more minutes pass with Elizabeth locked in an intense state of labor. Her face grows red on every contraction, and she cries each time with apprehension. Her short, blonde hair is matted with sweat.

“OH, OH, my vagina. There’s something in it. HA, HAAA, HUU, I need to push. BLOODY HELL!!!”

The pod updates again, “you’re 10 centimeters Captain McDaniel. You should begin pushing the baby through your birth canal now.”

Her belly constricts and she pulls her legs back farther. Her whole-body tenses and she bears down. Her face turns red, and she groans, “Uhhhhhhhhh.” Then she releases, “Ah, Ah, Ahhhhhhh.”

“Oh my word! It’s breaking me apart. Ho, Hu, Hoooo.”

Her body doesn’t give a break and it constricts again. She bears down and her belly bumps upwards as another groan comes from her.

She pushes eight more times.

On the next push, her vagina bulges, and a sliver of the baby’s head peaks through. She cries out, “Gaaaaa, UHHHHHH.”

She pushes once more and her pussy bulges. This time her slit starts to spread into a lovely teardrop shape.

She gives another update to the camera, “Oh, ooh, I can feel my vagina expanding when I push. I’m so full. HAAAAA!”

She pushes five more times. Each push causes her vagina to open an additional inch wider and makes her scream, “GAAAAA, Ahhh, HU.”

She pushes another time, then the pod gives another update, “you’re fully crowned Captain McDaniel. Continue pushing.”

Her vagina is fully engulfed by the baby’s head. She reaches down to examine herself. She trembles when she realizes how wide she’s spread.

She pushes again and again, screaming each time.

Between pushes, she updates her colleagues, “I feel the ring of fire. It’s like my vagina is on fire! Motherfucker!!! HA, HA, HA!”

She pushes and her womanhood bulges. This time, the baby’s head slips free, causing her to yelp, “AAAyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Somehow, she’s calm as the baby holds her body wide open.

Her eyes widen as she contracts again, and she cries out as the baby’s shoulders gradually spread her vajayjay even wider.

She pushes again. Her body shakes as the entirety of her feminine body’s power focusses to propel the baby from her birth canal.

She screams as the big baby slowly exits her massively spread vagina, “AHHHH, GAAAAAAA, AYYYYYY, HI, HI, Hoooo.”

Elizabeth pulls the baby to her chest. After a minute, she turns to the camera, “I did it. I birthed this baby!” Tears stream down her face, “I can’t wait to do this 63 more times!”

DAY 286

While the crying baby squirms on her chest, the pod’s utensils work quickly on Elizabeth’s birth canal and several injections poke her shoulder. She appears not to notice the pod’s work. Her focus is firmly fixed on the beautiful child in her arms.

After a few minutes, the pod announces, “Captain McDaniel, your body has been restored from your pregnancy, labor, and delivery. Please avoid strenuous activity for 48 hours, but you will be ready for the next population event in 96 hours. Please exit the pod at your leisure.” At that, the pod’s clear lid opens with a light hissing sound.

After a few more minutes, Elizabeth casually pulls her nude body upright and begins to exit the pod with the baby in her arms. Her tummy is petite again and the pregnant features of her body have vanished. The pod’s powerful restorative capabilities have returned her to pre-pregnancy form.

She softly weeps as she walks away from the pod, knowing that her next task is bittersweet. She reaches the suspended animation area of the ship and quietly slips the baby into one of numerous small vertical pods, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The small pod immediately springs into action, cradling the baby and inducing the suspended animation that the baby will be in for the remainder of the trip.

Elizabeth ambles over to find her uniform on the floor and pulls it over her naked body. She strolls to the kitchen area and pulls out a standard ration of food. As she’s eating, she pulls out her recorder and sets it on the table beside her.

Speaking into the recorder she says, “this is Captain McDaniel. I just placed the first baby into suspended animation.”

She takes a deep breath, then goes on, “I found the birth experience to be more physically challenging that I expected; it was incredibly demanding. However, I feel incredibly accomplished, joyful, and satisfied. I feel like a true woman now, having carried a child in my womb and birthed it from my loins. The birth itself was very painful, more than I expected. I could feel every centimeter of the baby thrusting through my birth canal and stretching my insides. It felt like it was a giant. It was a monumental trial, more than any athletic test at the galactic academy. And it was excruciating to push the head out of my vagina. I honestly didn’t think it would fit. However, the pain evaporated as soon as the baby came out and now I feel great after the pod restored my body.”

She sighs a little, “I feel lonely now, though. After 284 days alone it was nice to share the ship with another living being. I felt so connected with the baby in my belly. I miss feeling the kicks in my tummy and the gentle squirming. But I’ll have another one in my womb in 95 hours. I really can’t wait. Elizabeth, out.”

She finishes her meal, then rises and heads to her bunk for some much-deserved rest. She pulls the covers over her body and closes her eyes. She normally falls directly asleep, but tonight is different. She tosses and turns for a few minutes.

She sits up and bites her lip with a confused look on her face. She’s beginning to recognize a new feeling growing inside her. She’s horny, super horny. She had always managed to suppress this feeling, but after the new experiences of the past 2 days she’s a liberated woman and unable to hold back anymore.

She tentatively reaches a hand under her uniform and gingerly grazes her pulsing pussy. It’s moist from her fluids. The slickness is unfamiliar, but then she remembers the leaking fluid from when the pod impregnated her. She enjoys the feel of her throbbing pussy against her fingertips as she explores her tender clit.

After rubbing herself for a minute, she stops, pulls out the recorder, and sets it on the bed. She taps a few buttons, and a hologram begins projecting beside the bed. She presses more buttons and it starts replaying her procedure in the pod. Elizabeth watches, mesmerized at the view of herself, nude in the pod. In the hologram she says,

“…this is Captain Elizabeth McDaniel. Verified. Ready.” As soon as she says this, the arm between her spread legs slowly rises, springing into action. The pod says, “relax your body, Captain McDaniel. It will make the process much less distressing.” She’s breathing quickly, clearly nervous for her virgin pussy to be entered for the first time.

She turns to the camera, shaking slightly, “I’m so, uh, n-nervous. I’ve never d-d-done something like this. I’ve never had intercourse before. I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

The pod says, “please spread your legs wider, Captain McDaniel.’ She spreads her shapely legs wider, leaving her pussy spread and ripe for being ravished by the machine.”

The arm moves closer to her pussy. She pulls away slightly and gasps with alarm, “ah!”

The dildo shaped apparatus stops, then spurts some clear liquid onto her cunt. The pod says, “you should massage the lubricant over yourself.”

She complies and clumsily wipes the lube into her tight womanhood. The dildo softly moves up and down her slit, giving her a taste of what’s coming. She whimpers, “uh-h-h-h-h,” with uncertainty. 

The pod speaks again as her body shakes harder. “Captain McDaniel, please provide verbal confirmation that you consent to intercourse and impregnation.”

She hesitates, then says, “This is Captain Elizabeth McDaniel. I consent to sexual intercourse and my body being impregnated.”

The arm moves even closer, until the tip is touching her vulva, poised to spear into her. Her breathing turns into deep throaty gasps as she prepares her mind to be fornicated. Each breath makes her chest heave and her firm boobs bounce. Her exposed nipples have grown erect and become dark red from the increased blood flow. 

Finally, the pod counts down. “Penetration in Three…Two…One.” Her eyes go wide as the big dildo starts inching into her womanhood. She’s calm for a second, then she cries out, “Oh IT’S SO BIG! I CAN’T.”

The pod replies, “do not be alarmed. This is normal, Captain McDaniel. Your vagina will stretch to accommodate the apparatus.”

Apparently remembering her responsibility to narrate, she turns her head slightly and reports, “I-I-I can feel it inside me. I’ve never, ha, had anything inside me before. It’s making me feel, oh, so full. So much stretching!”

With the apparatus nearly halfway inside her, she huffs, “Hoooo, Hoooo, Hoooo,” as the arm pushes the apparatus farther into her petite orifice. She cries out, “that’s enough. I don’t think I can take anymore!” 

The pod replies with its clinical voice, “the apparatus was designed specifically for your anatomy, Captain McDaniel. It’s important that you accept the whole thing to increase the chances of conception.”

She struggles to pull her legs wider to better accommodate the girth, then she speaks to the viewers again. “It’s so much bigger than I expected. The stretching hurts, but…”

The apparatus slides even deeper, making her eyes shoot wider, “Ow-w-w-w-w.”

She continues “…but I like it! I want it to keep filling me!”

She arches her back, pressing her slim tummy into the air a few inches as she sighs, “Ahhhhhh-h-h-h-h.” She places her left hand on top of her abdomen, like she’s trying to sense how full she really is. 

She moans, “Mmmmmm, mmmmm, MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!” It’s vague at first, but slowly it becomes more apparent. Her splayed hips are starting to gyrate and hump back into the machine that has infiltrated her womanhood. 

On the bed, Elizabeth manipulates the viewpoint of the hologram, zooming onto her spread cunt.

In the hologram, her body has fully accepted the whole apparatus inside her pussy. The girth holds her vagina open as she reaches her fingers down and caresses her vaginal lips that are stretched around the apparatus.

The pod says, “please move your fingers Captain McDaniel, commencing copulation.”

Looking to the camera, she says, “its big…but, ha, I LIKE IT!” She is no longer shaking. 

The arm begins small movements, pulling out an inch and then pushing back into Elizabeth’s body. She gasps on each push, “HA, oh, HA, oh, HA, oh, HA.”

The amplitude of the movement grows bigger, and the gyration of Elizabeth’s hips becomes more powerful. She begins gasping more urgently, “HO, HA-A, HO, HA-A, HO, HA-A.”

She spreads her arms to her sides, trying to grab onto something, then she reaches above her head and finds a handhold. She aggressively humps into the machine now, squealing, “HE-E, UH, HE-E, UH, HE-E, UH, HE-E, UH.” Her peppy boobs lunge up and down as her body bobs with the machine’s movements.

She speaks to the camera without looking, “UH-H, it feels so good! UH-H, so good!”

The pod says, “impregnation commencing in one minute.”

Elizabeth fucks harder, letting the machine bottom out inside her on each push. Then, she cries out, “I’M CUMMING!!! HE-E, HI-I, HE-E, HI-I, HE-E, HI-I.” Each cry makes her modest titties rocket into the air and jiggle.

The pod announces, “prepare to be filled, Captain McDaniel.”

The machine slows and holds deep inside her. She moans with pleasure, “MMMMMMMMM,” and her eyes roll backwards. The clear tube connected to the apparatus surges with visible fluid. 

Elizabeth’s nude body jerks and her eyes bulge as the fluid begins to flood into her reproductive tract. It’s obvious that she’s about to accept a massive load. 

She proclaims, “I can feel it flowing into my womb. OH, it’s filling me up. OH, my uterus is inflating.”

The lower part of her tummy swells outwards an inch, then another big gush enters her uterus, and her tummy expands more. 

She continues narrating, “I feel it stretching me, but MMMM, OH, I want it! MORE!”

Finally, her carnal session ends, and the apparatus slowly retreats out of her pussy. Some of the viscous liquid seeps out of her loose hole, but most of it remains inside her. 

The pod whirrs as it examines her nude body, then it announces, “Congratulations, Captain McDaniel. You have conceived a child in your womb.”

Watching the hologram in her bed, Elizabeth vigorously rubs her clit while juices continue leaking from her sex. Reliving her impregnation is incredibly arousing for her.

She takes a brief break and then presses a button on her recorder. The hologram changes and begins displaying her pregnant laboring body in the pod. She adjusts the angle to capture her entire lower body.

In the hologram, she grunts, “GUUUU, HUUUUU,” and curls her body around her big belly, bearing down with all her might. Her vagina stretches open two inches as her body shakes from exertion.

Her round, soft belly heaves as she catches her breath. Then it constricts into a tight ball as her abdominal muscles contract, and she pushes again. Her pussy spreads even wider and she cries out, “AYYYYY-YYYYY-YYYYY.”

The baby recedes slightly into her red vajayjay, then she pushes again, forcing the baby’s head to spread her even wider. 

The head holds her open as she gets a short break. She pants, “ho, ha, ho, ha, ho,” as her body rests. Then she cries, “HAAAAA,” as another contraction squeezes her belly.

In the bunk, Elizabeth continues pleasuring herself, watching in amazement at how wide her body had opened to accommodate the baby’s birth.

In the hologram, she pushes and her womanhood bulges. This time, the baby’s head slips free, causing her to yelp, “AAAyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Somehow, she’s calm as the baby holds her body wide open. 

Her eyes widen as she contracts again. She cries out as the baby’s shoulders gradually spread her vajayjay even wider. 

She pushes again. Her body shakes as the entirety of her feminine power focusses to propel the baby from her birth canal. 

She screams as the big baby slowly exits her massively spread vagina, “AHHHH, GAAAAAAA, AYYYYYY, HI, HI, Hoooo.”

Between the sheets in her bunk, Elizabeth cums, crying out, “HY-Y, HI-I, HY-Y, HI-I, HY-Y, HI-I, HY-Y, HI-I.”

Satisfied, she ends the hologram and quickly falls asleep, dreaming about doing this 63 more times.

--The End--

[mr-bas00nist]

!!Hi!!

Would you mind writing a Luis Sera x male reader oneshot? Just being loving husbands and maybe some smut if you’re up to it. 🩷

Breakfast and More

Second Luis ask, now I’ve gotta make a master list for him lol- you and Luis are like the same height btw

Luis Sera x Male! Reader

Cw: Soft Sex, kissing, creampie, one use of the word daddy and fluff

It was a simple day as usual. You were cooking breakfast for Luis who had work in a bit. Eggs, toast and bacon, the usual. You began to finish up cooking making as you begin making Luis’s plate for him. You set it on the table with silverware and a glass of orange juice when you began to hear footsteps upstairs. He was up. You hear a yawn as you see him walking downstairs with a white t shirt and pajama bottoms.

He comes up from behind you while your making your own plate as he kisses you on the neck. “Hola cariño.” He smiles into your neck. You hum in acknowledgment. “Go eat breakfast.” He clings onto you for a little bit longer before walking into the dining room. You bring your plate to the table as you poured yourself a drink.

You sat across from him as you both ate. You asked him questions about work and he answered accordingly. Apparently he was working on some new project involving a bio-organic life form called Nemesis. You thought it was pretty interesting. You guys had a few laughs about random things as you both finally finished up. You stood up with a sigh as you took his plate and silverware bringing it to the sink.

Luis watched you closely as he walked over. He wrapped his hands around your waist as he began to play with the waist band of his pants. You realized what he was trying to do. “Luis, go get ready for work.” You spoke in an amused tone. He didn’t have work for at least another hour but you liked to make him get ready early in case he got side tracked. He laughed into your neck.

“No can do. I want you now cariño…. Come on…. Before work, it’d be a nice stress reliever…” He spoke with a smirk as he began to work your waistband down. You rolled your eyes with a smirk as you turned off the sink flipping him around. He was bent over the counter just for you. He smirked as he undid the string on his pajama pants.

You made quick work of his pants and underwear leaving the man’s lower half bare and exposed. You hummed with pleased tone as you gave a few pumps to his now hard cock. You took yourself out as you began to dry hump him keeping him waiting while also getting yourself rock hard. You hear him whine.

“Come on papà, give it to me good.” He spoke from under you. That gave you the motivation you needed. You spread him open noticing that he already prepped himself. You snicker to yourself. “Eager huh?” You question lining yourself up. “Solo para ti-“ he was cut off by you bottoming out inside him. He gripped the counter with a ragged moan.

You held on tightly to his hips as you began fucking into him. Your pace was pretty medium but your hard firm thrusts made up for it. Luis of course always wanted more. “Dios,” he moaned “Come on faster….” He groans as you grip onto his hips tighter. You lean over him more, digging your chin in the crook of his neck as you kissed him. You were careful not to leave hickeys even though you knew he wouldn’t mind.

You picked up your pace as you felt him clench around you more. He was tightening around you like a vice. You slithered your hand around to his cock as you began to give fast strokes flicking your wrist as you did so. The new stimulation made him moan out louder. After a little bit you guys both began to reach your peaks at increasing rates. You grunted into him as he smirks.

“Come on cariño, cum inside me. Come on, cum for me.” He spoke motivating you to reach your peak. You sped up your hand as you begin to twitch inside him. He begins to do the same as you pick up your pace once more. Luis cums with a long drawn out moan as he feels you twitch inside of him. He tightens down making you release inside of his warm heat with a loud groan.

Your both left panting as you pull out of him. You look down to his hole as you sigh. “Sorry.” You spoke with a soft smile. He laughed a little. “I have to take a shower anyway.” He stood up a bit weakly but he could feel his legs. You made sure to not go to fast so he wouldn’t be sore at work. He sighed as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Gracias guapo.” He smiles at you. You smile back. “De nada.”

[anasanthology]

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WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please) oral fixation, solo male masturbation, soft dom!Ethan Winters, porn with little plot, pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms and anatomy. Not proofread.

Notes: I haven’t been here in forever… 🫣 sorry guys! Didn’t mean to abandon this account I just had a lot that’s been going on since I started it! I hope you guys like this fic 😁 enjoy lovelies!!! 💕

2.1k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!reader

‘Yes!’

He grinned when he saw the notification on his phone and went to sit at his desk. He turned his computer on and looked up the account.

Ethan was never the kind of guy that was too into porn. That was until one day he came across a girl online, CameraShy070408. There was just something about her that left him wanting like he had never wanted before. (He also enjoyed how ironic her name was). She didn’t really have many followers, but he kinda liked that in a weird parasocial way. It was like she was his. He often tried to block out the fact that other men could see her like he did… Maybe he was weirdly parasocial with this girl.

After a while he started checking her account every night, which left him feeling a little desperate and pervy, especially when she hadn’t posted. He ended up just biting the bullet and turning notifications on. I mean, it wasn’t like he followed a million porn accounts. Really, hers was the only one he followed and the rest was engineering and game stuff. So he decided to take the plunge and prayed that no one would be looking at his phone when he got a notification. Ethan felt a lot better about himself now that he wasn’t actively checking this account every night. (Even though he’d still scroll through his notification board once or twice just to be sure he didn’t miss it, but that he was able to rationalize).

Luckily, tonight she had posted. The video preview was her holding a pink dildo in front of her palm. The caption read, “Feeling really sick ;( but I heard orgasms improve the immune system :).” Ethan moved his hand to sit on his upper thigh in anticipation. It wasn’t until he clicked on it that he realized there was a problem.

His mouth fell open and he just blinked at the screen, hitting the spacebar to pause the video.

No way.

No fucking way.

He sat completely rigid just staring at his computer, his hand sitting tensed up on his thigh. No way it was you. His face was lit up from his computer. A slight pounding in the back of his head from sitting in front of a computer screen all day at work, something he was used to now. It couldn’t be. The image of a woman’s hips displayed on his screen, paused mid-turn to show her right side. A long fine line tattoo stretching from her lower waist down to her mid thigh. The same tattoo he saw peeking out of the top of your skirt when you stretched earlier. He just couldn’t believe it was you. His sweet, quiet, friendly coworker…

You were the girl he had been watching?

Ethan bit his lip and just blinked up at the screen. His dick was already hardening from just seeing your handle pop up on his phone like some kind of deviant Pavlovian response. His hand started slowly moving up to his crotch. ‘This is wrong.’ His hand got closer… ‘I should click off.’ And closer… ‘She wouldn’t want me to see this.’ His mind was screaming at him to close out of the page but every cell in his body just wanted him to keep going. He wouldn’t admit it—not even to himself—but knowing that this girl he watched was you… it made it even better. Of course he was attracted to you, but that wasn’t completely it. Ethan got to see a part of you that no one else knew about. Whether it was the people at work or the people on twitter, he knew something they didn’t and it was exhilarating. Now it was really like you were his. He started to undo his buckle causing his face to heat up at the predicament he was leaving himself in. He knew how guilty he would feel after, how guilty he would feel going into work, how guilty he would feel every time you smiled at him, but he couldn’t stop. No. He could, he just didn’t want to. The aroused part of his brain just wanted to get off, and get off to you. At this point, even if it mattered to him how wrong it was it didn't matter as much as fisting his cock to a video of you. ‘It was your choice. You made the video for people to see. It’s not like he’s watching something you didn’t want anyone to look at.’ He tried to rationalize it but it didn’t make it feel any less wrong… and a part of him liked that. There was something so taboo about this situation that he couldn’t help but love.

‘I won’t treat her any different. As long as it stays in my head, who cares?.’ 

Now that made sense to him. It’s okay as long as he doesn’t let it affect his or your work relationship. That thought gave him the go ahead he needed to let himself fall completely into pleasure seeking. He slipped his underwear down just enough to pull himself out. A soft hiss could be heard as he grabbed his cock and looked back up to the computer screen. Your pretty curves still illuminated his face and reflected on his eyes. He unpaused the video and slumped back in his chair. He let it all but consume him.

Now he was committed.

You finished turning and leaned forward to display your wet pussy to the camera. He started pumping himself and swiping his thumb over his rosy leaking tip as he watched you. The image of your finger gliding over your hole would be something he could never forget. He closed his eyes and groaned as he forced himself to just rub at his tip like your fingers swiped up and down your cunt. If there was any doubt in his mind that this was you, it was completely gone now. He recognized your red and black nails—which he complimented—that you came into work with the other day. The nail polish was patchy from how you’d bite it off as you worked at your desk. He could still remember seeing you try to shake off a wet plastic rhinestone that had gotten stuck on your finger after you had accidentally bit it off. God… you had this horrible habit of putting everything in your mouth. You would be listening to him speak about something and be sucking and licking on your favorite pen cap. Looking right at him as your cute pink tongue slipped between your lips, it always drove him insane. He opened his eyes back up only to see your fingers rubbing your clit and covered in slick.

“Oh fuck.” A soft whine fell from his lips. He felt overstimulated from the way he was touching himself, but he always preferred doing it like he was touching the girls he would watch. His eyes scanned over your body and he couldn’t help but want more from you. He wished you’d show your face on camera so that he could see you put your wet fingers in your mouth. The thought made his eyes roll back for a second because he knew that that was something you would most certainly do. All the times you’d bite and chew on your fingers mindlessly as you worked, reading reports and documentation on your screen… Why would he think you’d do anything different? Shit. Now he was imagining you at work. All he could think of was you touching yourself at your desk. He knew he should stop now but the floodgates have opened and he just can’t go back. His cock ached at the thought of seeing you bent over your desk with your skirt hiked up to your waist. Fingers fucking your pussy as you sucked and licked on that click pen you have while you just stare at him. On his computer screen you grabbed your pink dildo and started running it along your slick to cover it in wetness. He brought his hand up to spit on it before rubbing it along the underside of his cock. After a second you started slipping it in slowly, pulling it back and re-angling it to try and get it inside you easier. It was hot seeing you struggle to stuff your tight little cunt. The video didn’t have sound but he imagined your sweet desperate whines. He thought about your pretty voice just begging to have something inside you, begging him. 

‘Ethan, please. Please just need your cock inside me. Wan’ it so bad.’

 You finally slipped it inside and started pumping it in and out while you used your other hand to rub your clit. 

‘Thank you, Ethan. Thank you, thank you thankyou…’

He started fisting his cock in rhythm with the dildo you were using. He pretended the ‘shlick schlick’ noises coming from his hand were coming from you touching yourself. His mind went back to you bent over your desk as he watched your video. Thinking about you fingering yourself and begging for his cock while he refused to give it to you. In his mind, you could be a whiny needy girl who loved it when he told you no and teased you. His spit bubbled and mixed with the pre-cum streaming from his tip as he sped up his pace when he saw that’s what you did. He just threw his head back and closed his eyes. 

“Good girl… yeah, take it.” He whispered into the near silent room. His thoughts were everywhere, putting you in different positions, different situations. The only common denominator was you, he wanted you. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl. Mhm, do it. Fuck yourself on it.” He gritted his teeth and winced as he felt the cum inside his cock. He wanted to finish inside you. He thought about holding you down on your desk as he pushed roughly into you while you just laid there crying and begging for him.

‘Mmph, Ethan, ‘s too much. Please-‘

That pushed him over the edge. The thought of your needy body trying to fuck back on him while you begged him to stop. The thought of you not knowing what you really wanted cause you were so far gone. He kept pumping himself and soon white stripes painted his fingers. “Oh, oh f-fuck. Mmph!” His other hand instinctively went to cover his face and he just kept stroking till his cock was spent. He just sat in his chair for a bit breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and paused your video. The room was completely silent. ‘What did I just do?’ He bit his lip and sighed. ‘What is wrong with me?’

Bzzt bzzt

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out (with his non-cum covered hand). He read the name and took a deep breath. This had to be some kind of cruel joke. He accepted the call.

“Hey, it’s late… is something wrong?” You could hear how tired his voice sounded on the call.

“Oh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry, Ethan.” Your voice was quiet and it sounded like you were struggling to talk a little.

“Um… yes, but I’m glad you did. I came home and took a nap on the couch and if I would’ve stayed like that all night my whole body would be aching tomorrow.” Liar. He laughed softly as he spoke, trying to ease his slight paranoia at you knowing what he was doing.

“Well, I’m still sorry. Uh-I was just calling to tell you I won’t be at work tomorrow. I’m sick. Now that I think about it this probably could’ve just been said in an email or text… I’m not thinking very straight right now, I apologize.” He couldn’t keep his mind off how whiny you sounded and he could feel himself getting hard again. ‘Stop, stop, stop!’ He felt like he was gonna cry.

“It’s okay, I hope you feel better. Stay home as long as you have to and don’t worry about work, I’ll take care of it.” His voice was soft and understanding.

“Oh thank you, Ethan. You’re the best.” You smiled a little. He really was always so caring whenever you got sick or something came up. “Well I’m gonna get off here and sleep off my fever. Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight.” He gave you a faint smile even though you couldn’t see it. He set his phone face down once you hung up and sighed. He looked down at his hardened cock and he just closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘Why?’ He stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up as he cursed himself.

How would he face you at work?

[cadaverre]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ the swords are drawn, they really are

JUNO ☆ they/them (i dont mind she/her) ☆ minor (xv) ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ dont know much abt society but i know i hate capitalism ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!! ☆

LOVES ⭑.ᐟ - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), cold drinks, miniskirts, doc martens, dark red, nail polish, mascara, lipgloss, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, going to concerts, psychology, web weaving, learning languages (currently learning spanish and i want to learn latin!)

BOOKS ⭑.ᐟ - osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history, crime and punishment

MOVIES + SHOWS ⭑.ᐟ - juno, dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony, the bear, hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms

MUSIC ⭑.ᐟ - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari, radiohead, chappell roan, charli xcx

ALBUMS ⭑.ᐟ - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, ttpd + the anthology, hit me hard and soft, the bends, brat, the secret of us, home video

TALK TO ME ⭑.ᐟ - asks and dms are open for chatting/venting/whatever, i might take a while to respond ☆ i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive bio (with name, age group and pronouns especially) ☆ discord is astraeasparrow ☆ i dont currently have any trigger warnings tagged but just send me an ask/dm if you want me to tag something specific!! ☆dni: people who are: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic

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SOCIALS ⭑.ᐟ pinterest ☆spotify ☆ carrd ☆ pronoun page ☆ letterboxd ☆ stats.fm

SIDEBLOGS ⭑.ᐟ @likeasugarcubeinateacup (notes app poetry) -- @sirenliight (short poetry + aesthetics) -- a close friends blog (you can ask for the url, i might say no) (im not that active on them though)

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[ourdadai]

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[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

The Curse of Magical Girl AU

So as I mentioned before I talk with some ppl on discord and we might see more Robins. As I said, I was open to add more Robins if ppl had ideas and followed the design conceptions of the AU. You all are free to add more as long as the ideas are talked about and communicated so no overlap happens. Draw and design away; alternative form for the ones I've done too is okay too. I know someone is working on; Mia Mizoguchi AKA Robin Morganite | Robin Mort | RM and I think jar juggling is one of the weapons considered. I got provided video proof of how sick it is. If you wanna know the design conventions, they are: They must have 3 forms. One is base form, and the second is alt, aka princess/prince. And last is the lethal mode. They gain a white streak in their hair after a stroke with death. Shown in Jay's example. Babs will gain one after her tango with Joker to, just wanted to show what she og looked like. They all have an individual style R with a gem * as it's a play on a contract clause. R* Their weapon transforms, but it's generally good to keep it close in function/appearance to keep them on the theme. Only lethal for may use a deadly weapon. Weapon for Normal and Alt mode must be an item a person can perform with that could be considered acrobatic. Hence, the reference vids. All hololigth details but for the glasses must go into the weapon in lethal mode. The undersuit is always the darkest and lightest of the gem colors. One Guy and Girl will have matching details, such as bows, as they are dance partners and can do a unique combo move together if they dance. Notably Babs & Dick, Stef & Tim. My plans for the rest are as follows: Jay & Cas, Harper & Duke. Dami is doing solo, but I have Carrie in mind for later, possibly. Each of them has A full hero name: Robin Gem-name. One shortened version, that's a "fake name" using Robin as a last name. And the first name is the derivative name of either the initial name or the gem. Robin Gem or Robin Argi. RG is the initial name. Robin is first on the fake name cuz it mimics Anime naming conventions to refer back to the maho shojo genre and the naming tradition of anime's home country. For nontransparent gems, you can color pick from other gems of the color. The gem's name is something they chose not to be called Robin. So, they chose a gem most people are more likely to recognize. So Babs decided to go by Jasper when her Gem colors are lifted from a Citine Gem. Hair must change in some way; making it longer or shorter is up to you, regardless of Sex. Robin gets gender swapped by the curse. If a person is intersex, the curse will get confused and only transform the outfit and hair but leave the body alone. As it's based on bio-gender and not what gender one identifies as. The curse is not that smart to figure that out. The OG Robin Bracelet is always safe in the music box, but phantom versions appear in the Robins, so they can summon weapons out of it. They can be present one moment and be gone the next; think nanotech transforming. I have on hand a list of possibilities (But there is no way I'll make the whole alphabet alone)

RA, Amethyst (Purple) RB, Beryl (Idk got options) RC, Celestite (Denim) RD, Diamond (White) RE, Emerald (Deep Green) RF, Fluorite (Idk got options) RG, Garnet (Idk got options) RH, Heliodor (golden chapange) RI, Iolite (Indigo, Blue-Purple) RJ, Jasper (Orange) RK, Kunzite (Pinky-Purple) RL, Lazulite (Blue-Black) RM, Morganite (Peachy) RN, Nephrite (Super pale mint) RO, Onyx (Black) RP, Peridot (Grreen-Yellow) RQ, Quarts (Light-Blue) RR, Ruby (Red) RS, Sapphire (Deep Blue) RT, Topaz (Yellow) RU, Ulexite (Eggshell, White-Yellow) RV, Väyrynenite (Brigth Pink) RW, Weloganite (Soft Yellow) RX, Xonotlite (Super plale blue) RY, Yugawaralite (White-Gold) RZ, Zircon (Brown)

[another-sweet-peach]

About Me

Peach

Married

Professional Nanny of 3

I absolutely love reading and writing. My favorite series is the Red Rising saga. Im a big book collector. I own 450 books and the goal is to reach 1,000. Gonna have me a big boy house library someday.

US based

Writing

I typically write fantasy and sci-fi but I do have one WIP that is a contemporary romance

Most of my WIPs are collabs with my writing friend Winnie.

I would love to someday get published

Big Warning: I have literally never finished a WIP so bear with me

Blog

Open to ask games, tag games, and receiving general asks

Reblogging stuff I like about writing

Posting snippets of my writing

WIPs under the cut

Primary WIPs

Solo

Elysian Ashes In a world where ancient gods reign and mythical beasts roam the land, the fragile peace of Elysia is shattered by a brewing war. When the once-loyal (insert creatures here -- maybe centaurs) rise against their oppressors, the gods are forced to choose sides in a conflict that could reshape the very fabric of reality.

At the heart of the rebellion is Lyssa , a fierce warrior with a secret lineage tied to the forgotten deity of war. As she rallies the diverse factions of Elysi--from cunning satyrs to noble nymphs--she finds herself drawn to Alix, a brooding hero in training haunted by her past. Their connection grows slowly amidst the chaos, a tender flame igniting in a world of ash and fury.

As battles rage and alliances shift, Lyssa must navigate the treacherous landscape of power and betrayal. With Alix by her side, she discovers that love, like war, can be both a weapon and a sanctuary. Together, they’ll challenge the gods themselves, fighting not only for freedom but for a bond that defies destiny.

Elysian Ashes unfolds over three spellbinding volumes, weaving a tale of rebellion, mythical intrigue, and the delicate dance of love in the shadows of war. Will Lyssa and Alix survive the inferno, or will their dreams be lost to the ashes of a broken world?

Collab

Soft as Petals, Dangerous as Thorns (Petals) When Dido Scott is brutally attached on her way to her work her life is changed forever. Her body starts to transform until she’s almost unrecognizable. She is thrust into a world of mythical creatures when her savior Banks takes her to the magical town sanctuary.

Other WIPs

Solo

Risen Sun In a world where individuals are divided by fields of study made to accommodate the population of obscenely rich consumers Dancer-Birdie Hollow is a nocturnal bio builder from the humanities. She specializes in creating the horrific monsters she hallucinates when on psychedelic drugs given to her by the state.

When she’s selected to compete for the position of Chief bio builder in “The Accomplishment” that occurs once for every generation she must say goodbye to her home and come into the sunlight.

Too Sweet Cricket is a high school dropout going nowhere fast. Her toxic ex won't leave her alone, and she's deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

March is an optimistic do-gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his master's degree. He's far from home and misses his brothers deeply, but he still feels like the world is at his fingertips.

They can't help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

Collab

Beneath the Willow Tree Semi plot

University of Red String Theory Semi plot

The Garden of Descendants Semi plot

Zombie Book??? Literally no plot. We just wanna write about zombies soon lol

[sohya]

camera's rolling

pairings: souya x afab!reader

cw: camstars souya n reader. reader uses she/her pronouns. f receiving oral. puppy hybrid!souya. breeding. a lil bit of possessiveness. probably ooc souya. fingering. kinda switchy souya n reader. soft dom souya. consensual filming. 'puppy' is used excessively for souya.

wc: 2.7k

notes: for @eijirhoe's cat girls are ruining my life! collab :] thank you so much for letting me join !! omg tbh i haven't written a non-self ship fic since last year so i was very nervous but then while i was crying over a bokuaka fic last night i came up w this idea and scrapped the prev drafts i'd written beforehand n stuck to this n i really like it. i think idk im so nervous puppy!souya's gonna be in my head for the next forever. he was def a shiba inu in this :P

the world of pornographic websites have grown exponentially within the past decade. livelihoods depend on them, for creators and viewers alike. if you were to go to one of the rising websites and click on the ‘popular now’ tab, you’d find profiles with enticing but exaggerated horny bios. from couples, women who specialize in solo livestreams and everything far and between.

but then you’d notice the profile on the fifth spot, completely out of place. the profile picture looks to be a body shot with a mop of blue curls resting against a stomach, the bio says ‘just a girl and her puppy’, you’d be intrigued. how a plain looking profile can be so high in the current popular profiles.

being one half that makes this profile complete, you still can’t grasp your head around this popularity, you’re so sure that everyone comes across your profile just to watch souya, your puppy hybrid boyfriend. the one who loves you so hard and so deeply and shows it through the videos you make, he has the most perfect body with a sensitive tail and even more sensitive ears. touching these places elicit the prettiest sounds from him and though the two of you don’t show your faces, hiding under blurred circles or matching masks, people stay and watch just for him, you’re sure. the comments say otherwise though, an equal number of comments talking about the two of you and how horny your content gets them. how puppies wish they had someone like you to take care of them and how some people wished they had the perfect puppy like souya. 

you still find yourself basking in the popularity anyways, just as much as souya does, that it feels like second nature when you prepare all the lighting while souya sets up the cameras, making sure the view of the bed is just right while another gets a different angle of the entire room from the side. then, you press record and then the magic starts.

donning a mint green matching lingerie set, decorated with frills and lace around the edges, souya doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. like yours, the top half of face is covered with a mint coloured decorated mask but his eyes peak through the holes and you can see the way they sparkle as you make your way over to him. the camera to the right of you doesn’t catch the way his tail wags high up in the air, but if the sound doesn’t catch it either you can just add the footage from the other camera later when you edit the video.

“all good to start, puppy?” you ask as you stop in front of him, legs slightly parted as he brings his hands up to slide along the outside of your thighs. with a smile on his uncovered mouth, he nods and you bend down, delicate fingers tickling the underside of his chin as you plant a sweet kiss on his lips. 

when you stand up again, he immediately leans forward and presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs before moving his mouth up to where your clit is underneath the fabric of your panties.

he breathes in deeply, moaning in a low tone at the soft smell of the freshly washed fabric mixed with your arousal and the faintest hint of your sweet perfume. “get these off for me.” his voice is muffled with how much of his face is covered in between your legs. you let out a soft laugh as you card a hand through his hair and ease him out from his hiding space. he follows your movement reluctantly and when he looks up at you again, you give him a sorrowful look, tilting your head to the side with a small pout. “have to get you out of there if you want it off, puppy.”

souya hums as he nods, hands moving up to the hem of your panties. despite his insistence to take them off, his hands move slowly as he pulls the fabric down your legs. eyes trained on your pussy, he watches as it slowly reveals itself when your panties descend. they don’t even reach the floor by the time souya loses patience and plants his mouth against your clit again. 

you gasp at the suddenness of his action, wobbling slightly as you step out of your panties while your other hand joins the first one in tangling themselves in his mop of curls. “that’s it, puppy. take what you want.” your eyes relax as they focus on him, how his eyes flutter shut as his tongue peaks out and trails down your folds before sliding back up and flicking against your clit. his hands find purchase on your hips now, guiding you to jut them out forward, giving him easy access to bury his face into your mound.

when he captures your clit into his mouth and pleasures you with suckles, you reward him with blunt nails scratching against his scalp, pretty moans falling from your mouth as you roll your hips against his head before pulling back at the peak of your stimulation. 

at the first breath of fresh air, souya’s soft pants fill the room but he still has the hunger in his eyes where he’s insatiable until he gets another taste of you. “god, ‘t feels so good, puppy. you’re doing so well.” you coo through gritted teeth as your hands move to the sensitive spot behind his ears, rubbing his scalp and eliciting a drawn out whine from him that makes heat erupt throughout your body.

he blinks up at you as he moves down further, the fat of his silky tongue parting your folds and sitting flat for you to grind against. he watches as your nose scrunches up and your eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you chase your orgasm on his tongue before slowing your hips into rolls. “want me to cum, puppy?” he nods against you and the motion has your knees buckling, “gotta work for it then, almost got me there. making me feel so good.” your voice is breathless and sweet and it has souya warming up to the point where he feels like he’s burning with desire. praise after praise and all just for him, he’s determined to make you feel better than anything you’ve felt in your entire life.

he sucks a deep breath in through a gap, filling his lungs with enough air to keep him conscious while he closes his mouth around your clit, letting you maneuver his head to the right position before he begins sucking. you choke back a whimper as the wet sounds of him sucking your clit sounds throughout the room but louder in your ears. “that’s right, pu– puppy ah, i’m gon– i’m so close!” 

souya groans his appreciation and continues sucking, tongue peaking out to join in the pleasure by sinking into your tight hole that you startle before relaxing in his grip as your orgasm erupts like syrup straight down his throat. your voice carries through with soft moans as you twitch against his face, his tongue easing out of you to lick your cunt clean of the remnants from your orgasm.

you’re panting softly as you come down from your orgasm, body twitching positively with aftershocks to the heat and softness of souya’s tongue and mouth. when he finally lets you go, you bend down to his height level before pressing your kiss against his in a heated kiss. his hands come up to adjust your mask before they move down to cup your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks. you moan into his mouth as your tongue slips into his to lick at the taste of yourself on him while your hand travels down to stroke his achingly hard cock and the other to his flitting tail which has only grown more excited at the feeling of your lips on his. 

“need a break?” souya asks in between sweet pecks to your lips. you nod as he plants a kiss to the tip of your nose before sitting back while he stands up and stops the recording on both cameras.

the break is what it usually consists of, refreshing gulps of water and a few minutes to cuddle and draw the connection in once again before the two of you get up to move the cameras around. setting them up in position that promise a better angle of the next scene which will be on the bed. 

when the camera’s recording again a few minutes later, souya’s leaning over you one hand intertwined with yours that's lying in front of you while the other is bent at the elbow, fingers parting your slick folds before sinking inside. your clench around him is immediate, two thick and long fingers are just enough to stretch you out comfortably.

your knees part to give him more room as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the sloppy wet sound increasing in volume as he whispers into your ear. “you’re gonna be loud for your puppy, right? let all our viewers hear how good my cock makes you feel, hm?” right on cue, your vision focuses on the camera in front of you, capturing the scene of souya’s body on top of yours, his hand over yours and the twitching flex of his other shoulder as its fingers pump into you. at least from this angle, they can also see the way his tail wags erratically.

“mhm, gonna be extra loud for you, puppy. m–my puppy.” you slur, hips bouncing back so skin meets skin while his fingers dig deeper into you. he rewards you with a kiss before sitting up on his knees and pulling his fingers out of you. the hand holding yours releases after a short squeeze before landing on your bare back, now void of the matching bra, pushing you down and arching your back so your ass remains high up in the air.

“your puppy. all yours.” he agrees as he takes the head of his cock and rubs the tip along your folds. you’re clenching impatiently, twitching to hurry and ease him inside but he’s the one in control. it’s silent for a few seconds but you can feel a whine bubble from the back of your throat, only releasing it when you feel a warm glob of spit land on your ass before it’s smothered down to your cunt with the head of souya’s cock. then, finally losing patience himself, he pushes his head in and sinks into your hole slowly and all the way until his balls rest against your clit.

the two of you let out long sighs of relief as your walls encompass his cock, thick and long and so familiar that you squeeze around him extra tight like you’ve been without him for months. he shudders as he grabs your hips, quickly getting used to the feeling of your warmth around him before he draws his hips back and pushes into you again. he starts off slow, letting you grow accustomed to his cock and its hardness as it prods and grazes against your sensitive walls. 

“look at you, taking all of me in. such a good girl.” the smile is so evident in his voice and you grow dizzy with pleasure. 

“puppy, pl- please move. ‘make me so feel good, ‘nd i wanna make you feel good too!” 

he groans as you quickly lose your mind, giving in and setting a pace that he knows you love, enough for you to fidget against the bed but not nearly fast enough for the creaks to sound at the roughness of his thrusts. the camera catches the way your ass jiggles as they meet his hips and the way the lines of his abs deepen with each exertion. perfect material for all your viewers to lust and fawn over when they watch over the finished product.

“can’t hear you, baby. what happened to being loud for your puppy, huh?” souya asks, his hand snaking through your hair and tugging you up so your face is in view of the camera but your mask falls off. the annoyance at the realisation that he’ll have to edit in a blurred circle over your face quickly disappears when he looks at the viewfinder, seeing your eyes roll while your mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. he pushes a rough thrust into you and you cry out, sweet voice falling into a moan that ends in a delirious puppy!

“that’s right, let them know, baby. l–let them hear how good puppy’s good is ma– making you feel– ugh.” he releases your hair and lets you fall face first into the soft blanket, stilling with his cock still deep inside you as he picks up your mask and readjusts it over the top half of your face. “gotta keep your pretty mask on, can’t have people seeing that pretty face or they’ll want you even more, right?” he coos, voice so sweet but in this context, it causes a shiver to run up your spine at his possessiveness. 

you shake your head, “‘m all yours, puppy. no one else, just you!” you muffle into the bed sheets and he hums as his hand cups the underside of your face, lifting your face to the side before smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. your mouth falls open and he slips his tongue inside, turning the kiss messy with your noses brushing against each other’s cheek. “please move again, puppy. wanna feel you cum inside.” he coos at your pleas, smiling sweetly against your lips that have turned glossy with the mix of your spit and his. 

“‘course, baby. my cum doesn’t belong anywhere else.” souya rubs his cheek against yours as he arches his back to rut into you. you mewl at the closeness of him, how his skin covers yours and the sweat emanating from both of you sticks the two of you together.

feeling the last phase begin to take its toll, souya stands up on his knees once more, one arm curling around your waist to press hardened fingers against your clit, rubbing your nub in time with his thrusts which pick up with enough speed and force that has you gasping and biting into the sheets beneath you. completely overwhelmed, heat settles in the pit of your stomach and quickly spreads throughout the rest of your body, familiar enough that you know what’s approaching.

“hnggh pu– puppyy i’m gnna cum!” your sentence trails off in a drawn out moan as your body tightens up and your pussy grips souya’s cock in a vice tight grip, orgasm washing you in waves that has your brain emptying into nothing. 

“yeahh baby, just like that. so tight around me, i love it.” he groans as he fucks you through the twitches of your climax. he swears he can feel every single one of your muscles stimulating his cock, milking him for his own cum to fill you up. with his mind slowly giving into the blissful feeling, he doesn’t get the chance to announce his own climax, using the last of his energy to fall on top of you, mouth beside your ear and groans spilling out of his lips in time with the cum spilling deep into you. you turn your head just in time for his lips to find the side of your mouth before they connect with yours. your breath mixes with each other’s as you pant heavily, letting the sensation of your orgasm mellow you both out. 

“love you s’much, puppy.”

souya smiles, his heart feeling so full at your softness.

“i love you too, baby.”

two days later, after editing the video and inserting clips from both angles, it’s ready to be posted. you’re both resting against the couch in the living room, relaxing after an hour long livestream that still has your body and muscles aching. your work laptop is in souya’s lap and you watch as he puts the final edits to the video description before finally pressing ‘post’. the two of you share one final kiss and that’s that.

the next morning when you wake up, you get a notification from the website, congratulating the two of you for the top spot on the site’s popular creators and that’s all it takes for you realize the success of your popularity doesn’t come from souya exclusively, but from the both of you.