Okay but like Reader, who got transmigrated into another world and even though it’s filled with Yans and death flags, wants to collect every route even the ones that are *cough* literally incest.
Reader who woke up in a world not like theirs after an incident with truck-kun.
You had one rule when you played otome games: collect. every. route.
Didn’t matter if the love interest was a tsundere assassin, a clingy childhood friend, or a morally bankrupt priest with questionable views on sanctity and possession. If there was a character portrait and at least two CGs? You were getting that bad end, dammit.
So waking up in a real yandere-filled world after the classic “Truck-kun kisses your spine” incident?
Dream come true.
Well—if you ignored the fact that everyone here had a murder kink and a God complex.
You woke up in a soft bed, embroidered curtains fluttering, and the sound of a lullaby being hummed. A warm hand pushed your hair from your face.
“Oh, thank the heavens . . . ” a woman whispered tearfully. “My precious child has finally awakened.”
Ah.
Plot twist. You’re the youngest child of a noble house. And this world? Definitely the beta version of some rejected yandere otome visual novel.
How did you know?
Because your older brother smiled a little too fondly when you called him “nii-san.”
Your father warned the servants not to “touch his little angel’s laundry” or he’d “remove their tongues for the disrespect.”
And your mother? She cried happy tears . . . but muttered something about you never leaving her side again. Ever.
You didn’t even meet a love interest outside your family until Week 3.
By then you’d survived:
A poisoning (brother’s “jealousy test” gone wrong),
An accidental “locked in the cellar with me, sweet sister~” event,
And a “punishment cuddle” from your father that lasted six hours.
But despite all this?
You were thriving.
Every morning you looked in the mirror, grinned at your slightly bloodshot eyes, and whispered:
“New world, new me. Time to raise every flag—especially the red ones.”
The gardener? Shy and sweet—stabbed a bird for you and cried.
The knight commander? Cold and noble—flushed when you praised his sword skills, then killed a stablehand for “looking at you wrong.”
The mysterious boy in your dreams? Woke up beside you one morning with chains around his neck and whispered, “I finally found you, Master.”
You were halfway through the cursed priest’s route (he would often try to drown you in holy water, citing your immoral, sinful seduction of those around) when you unlocked a hidden CG: your twin brother, who was supposed to have died at birth, curled up in your bed whispering, “You belong to me . . . You always have.”
The world was breaking.
And honestly?
It was fantastic.
You had so many endings to collect. So many blood-soaked kisses. So many knives held to your throat in the name of twisted love.
Death flags? You planted them.
Because deep down, you weren’t trying to escape this nightmare.
Summary: G!p Caitlyn Kirammen fucks reader in the throat and ass and records it!
wc;2.7k
C.k cum leaking out of you (visual)
throat fucking. anal. spitting. anal fingering(reader and cait). butt plug. Caitlyn cums in reader’s ass. Dom Caitlyn. (Slight) Gaping mentioned. Squirting. The word "raping” is used multiple times (everything is consensual). Caitlyn keep her cum in you with a plug. Pure filth
“Show them how good you are at sucking my cock” she spits, literally. Spitting a string of clear thick liquid landing right on your chin, mixing with the pre cum already slicking the bottom half of your face.
Caitlyn pushes the camera closer to your mouth for an up close view of you slowly taking her cock in your mouth while on your knees, your eyes low lidded and watery from her raping your throat for the past hour. The flash from the camera is a bit blinding but Caitlyn doesn’t care, she smiles behind the camera as she grabs the back of your head to slam her cock down your throat.
“I said suck” she demanded, and you obeyed, bobbing your head up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of you slightly gagging every few seconds driving her crazy. “Hmm fuck – fucking swallow me slut” she moaned, pushing your hair out of your face to be seen better. She looks at what she’s recording for a second to take in the view of a your sloppy fucked out face, the view of your now puffy lips repeatedly meeting the base of her cock. A small amount of drool makes its way there from your mouth, as she drinks in the sight of your eyes slightly going wide every time she makes her way down your throat again and again.
“Mhmm” you moan around her at the feeling of her stuffing your throat, you feel so dirty. Having your throat fucked on camera like this, the image of her fucking you to this video later fills every corner of your mind. You love how rough she’s being tonight, completely controlling of what you can and can’t do. You wouldn’t dare try and be bratty and defy her. No, not tonight at least.
She holds your head still to pull her cock out your mouth as she walks away from you, still filming. To position you with your back against the bed, while you’re still on your knees. You put your arms behind your back, already knowing what’s to come. Your juicy pussy leaking down your legs catching Cait’s attention. “Look how wet you are baby” she fake teases, she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. She bends down to show her fingers teasing and slipping through the slick folds of your needy cunt on camera.
Removing her fingers so she can make you taste yourself,running her wet fingers on your warm tongue. Watching you close your mouth around them so you can suck, “fucking greedy, look at you. Gonna fucking ruin this slutty mouth, don’t you worry” she ruts out. You nod with eagerness, easing your head back on the edge of the bed so she can do what she needs to. Caitlyn places the camera on the bedside table for a better view of the both of you before spreading her legs out on either side of your kneeling body, positioning herself right in front of your face. You open your mouth as she lays her cock on your tongue for the 4th time tonight, her sensitive tip already twitching with anticipation. She leans forwards on her elbows and begins to ram herself down your throat. Barely allowing you to breathe, fucking your throat so rough and raw, your mouth begins to form foamy amounts of drool and saliva around her cock adding more natural lubricants.
You can’t wait for her to fuck your other holes like this tonight.
“Oh fuck baby, fucking take it. Fuuuuck” she cries out, burying her face in the covers. “You’re doing so good baby” she whines, her praise going straight to your already aching pussy. The sound of your throat being whored out begins to fill the room along with Caitlyn’s loud moans, as your breathing becomes thicker while you struggle to take her and breathe at the same time. Her huge cock is splitting your throat, the very image of what this must look like making you want to play with yourself. But you wouldn’t dare. The “gurgling” and gagging sounds fills the warm room as you begin to find a rhythm to her thrusts, hollowing your cheeks to add more suction.
Caitlyn's back is slick with sweat. Showing how much she’s working out your little fuck hole. “Fuck with my ass while I fuck you like this” she mutters, you bring your hands from behind your back to get your fingers wet by playing with yourself pussy before sliding your hands to her ass and slipping a finger in, thrusting your middle finger in and out of her tight hole while her balls repeatedly slap your slimy chin.
“Ughhh fuck baby, you’re doing soooo good” her thrusts speed up becoming sloppy, “More- mhmm more” you oblige, slipping in another finger beside your middle, speeding up your motions after feeling her become looser around your fingers. You lose concentration for a moment, slipping up and gagging around her. You feel her twitch in your mouth. “That’s it, fucking gag on it” she spits,“fuck.ing.gag.on.it ughhhh” she cries out, matching her thrusts to her words.
“Mhmm mhmm fu fuck, I’m close. Fu- you better take it all. Don’t waste a drop”, you speed your fingers up, the soft squelching sound of her ass being fucked on your fingers makes your ass clench around the warm metal in your asshole. You can feel the slight stretch of your ass from the size of it that Caitlyn picked out. She wanted to make sure she would fit without hurting you, she’s fucked you in your ass before but it’s been a while. Your thighs now soaked with your own arousal. Caitlyn ruts her hips a few more times before shooting her warm load, filling your mouth. “Mhmm” you quietly moan around her, Caitlyn asshole gives your finger a long squeeze before spasming around it, signaling for you to slip out.
“So good for me” she praises you in a whisper before lifting herself off her elbows and pulling out to allow you to swallow her, she leans over to pick back up the camera to angle it above you to get an up close shot of you taking all of her cum.
“Cum whore” she spits down at you again, landing on the top of your lip. “Clean this up” she yells, referring to the trail of spit covering the base of her cock. You begin to lap up the juices, sucking and drinking it back up.
—
“Let’s get this out of here” Caitlyn instructs, referring to the red heart shaped butt plug she had lodged inside your ass from earlier. You’re on all fours on the bed between her spread legs, so she can see everything. Like how slick your eager pussy is, she spreads your folds a bit to get her fingers wet. Circling and teasing your drenched cunthole but never slipping in, you push your face down into the mattress due to your girlfriend’s never ending teasing. You slowly rock up and down on her fingers that are currently slipping over your clit ever so softly, “Look at how needy she is” posing the camera right in front of your pussy. You speed up your rocking, the slick sounds of your wet cunt being picked up on camera.
Caitlyn pulls her fingers away to slowly pull the plug from your hole, “fucuuk” you sigh, the feeling of it slowly leaving your ass making you feel empty. Her fingers trace the ring of your ass that is slightly gaped from the plug, you can feel the warm flash from the camera on your ass making you shake it just for show. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me k”, you nod as she slips two fingers straight in your ass to try and loosen it up more.
“Mhmm fuck Cait” you moan, your mouth hanging slightly open as hum out from pleasure. She takes her fingers out to grab you by your hips so her face can be closer to your ass to add her own, natural lube. She spits on your asshole urging you push your face down in the bed giving her easier access to fuck your hole with three fingers. Not holding back, with the camera focused back on your ass as her fingers slip in and out of you with ease. Your breath hitches as they basically pound into you, your ass cheeks rippling from the force of her fingers. “Fuck- mhm- more… I need your cock baby… please” you plead, desperately needing to be filled. “I bet you do baby” and with that, she pulls her fingers out harshly. Bringing the camera in even closer for a close up of your hole as she adds back two fingers, scissoring them. Showing off how easy it is for you to be fucked and used.
“I'm ready to take your cock- please Cait. Can I sit on it please baby?” you choke out, Caitlyn leans back on the pillows behind her as she taps your ass signaling for you to. “Sit on mommy’s cock baby” she rasps with her hand wrapped around her heavy length, slapping it against you. She lets it go, so it stands at a tall, erect, and wide 8 inches, you push your ass back — beginning to hover over her cock, ready to take her in reverse cowgirl, she holds the camera on her stomach wanting the camera to get it on film, you slowly swallowing her cock in your asshole. “Hmmm” you breathe out as you slowly take her erect tip in, your ass splitting around her cock.
“Fuuuck” She moans out under your breath, the stretch makes your mouth drop open as your body slightly jerks the more you take in more than her tip.
“You’re doing sooo good for mommy” she praises behind you, the feeling of your warm tight hole gobbling her with little to no fight makes her roll her nipples between her fingers, lifting them into her mouth behind the camera. Rolling her head back on the pillows for a moment before her eyes are trained back to swell of your ass easing down on her length.
Not wanting to miss a second of it.
Caitlyn grows impatient, taking her tit out of her mouth to lean to the side to put the camera on the bed space next to the two of you -- propping it up on a pillow to have good view of her fucking you. She shoves you flat on the bed making her momentarily slip out of you before laying on top of you fully, thrusting her cock back into you.
“Ohh my- fuckkk” you yelp out in surprise at the feeling of being so full. She swoops her arm under your hips helping you off your stomach and back on all fours, with her cock still inside you. She begins ramming her hips into you, slamming her hips against your ass with no mercy. “You cock feels so good in my ass mommy” you mewled in front of her, taking the pounding like a real cockwhore, like her cockwhore. “I can feel you stretching around me- nuh-fuckk” she moans with her eyes shut, opening them back up and being completely lost in the sight of your ass meeting her cock at the base with every thrust, she spreads your cheeks wanting to see a more intimate look of her gaping your fussy fuckhole. Your tits slapping against each other under you, as you fight the urge to beg Caitlyn to flip you over so she can suck on them. But this position makes her feel much deeper; you can't get enough of her fucking you this rough.
Your legs begin to quiver under you, as the urge to touch your clit grows more, “Close your legs” Caitlyn instructs, wanting you to feel tighter around her.
Practically choking her cock now.
“Mhmm, just keep fucking my ass like that mommy” you whimper into the sheets, making her thrusts becoming harder and faster– practically drilling into you. Your cunt juices leak down your legs, desperately wanting to cum as your clit gets subtle stimulation in this new position. You begin to slam your ass back onto her cock still needing more, the sight of your tight ring squeezing and hugging her length as she pounds you makes her mouth hang open. “Fuck- y- you like me raping your ass like this slut?” she stutters, completely lost in how good you feel.
You lift your head up to look back at her splitting and filling your ass raw. You nod with slightly watery eyes. “Use your words” she rushes, grabbing your neck to pull your back against the front of her body. “Y-ye-yes mommy, I d-do” you squeeze out, your eyes locked on one another. Hers alert while yours are low and tired, showing how fucked out and compliant you are, “You wanna cum?” she quizzes, her warm breath dancing across your cheek. You frantically nod, telling her all she needed to know. She slips the hand that’s craning your neck to her, into your mouth and Immediately, you begin to suck on her two fingers while as she slips her other hand down to your pussy feeling the drenched state of it.
“Fuckk” she breathes, easing her fingers between your fold to rub your raised clit in fast circles. The sloshy wet sounds spilling out from your cunt as she adds pressure and speeds her pace up. “Hmm, are you gonna cum for mommy? Huh are you?” she teases, kissing your cheek while your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolled back and forced shut as she ruins your ass from behind. A quiet squeak comes from your mouth (that Cait hopes the camera picked up) as your legs shake from under you, the room sounds filthy. Filled with the squelching sound of your creamy ass being stuffed and assaulted and your gushing pussy squirting out spurts of clear liquid onto the sheets in front of you – not urging Caitlyn to slow down from playing with your slick pussy. She moves her fingers from your clit to pumping your cunt, fucking out the squirt still coming out of you. “YES- uh … Fuck” you scream around her fingers still lodged in your mouth, breaking your silence as your girlfriend fucks your sloppy pussy with three fingers. Filling every hole of yours like the slut you are.
Your body stutters, completely overtaken by your orgasm, “Fucking- oh my god” Caityln groans, your ass and pussy clenches around her hard as you cum. “HMM just like that mommy- mm yes yess” you cry out as fall forward, your shivering body going limp making her slip out.
She lays on top of your limp – fucked out state as she chases her own orgasm. She spreads your ass open, slipping back into your asshole with ease, a tired grunt coming from you. “Gonna- gonna fill your hole with my fucking cum, ugh fuck, i’m gonna put the plug back in so it’ll stay. Okay?” she knows you can’t respond in the state your in but she doesn’t care, the fluttering of your asshole driving her closer and closer to cumming as she slams her hips against your ass, fucking it hard for the last time tonight. “Look who’s not so tight anymore. Did I fuck you loose?” she teases proudly. “Hmmm...gonna cum so hard ffrom raping you like this” she rasps, making your pussy become wet again.
“Cummi-, oh fuckk. Take it. Take it. Take ittt” her thrusting coming to a halt with one last hard rock into your asshole, filling it up with her second load of the night. Her body falls on top of yours, wanting to plug you up as much as possible. “MhM” you whimper quietly, feeling her cum trickling into your abused hole. Her arm swims behind her, blindly searching for the plug she pulled from you earlier, her fingers roll onto it. Holding it at the entrance of where your asshole is still stuffed with her cum and cock, she quickly pulls out, not missing a beat as she puts the plug in, bending down to lick the few dribbles of her cum on your ass that managed to escape.
Caitlyn leans back on her knees to grab the camera, holding it above you before parting your slick ass cheeks to show off the plug holding in her cum. “How ya feeling?” she asks sweetly, snapping out of her dominant role. She pans the camera to your face, with a dazed smile on your face. “Can we get a thumbs up?” she jokes, waiting for a response. You gather up a bit of strength to give a thumbs up before dropping your hand back on the bed.
“So, tomorrow, orrr whenever you’re ready again. Do’ya want me to fuck your pussy while we watch t-?” before she can get her words back, “Yes” you speak up, seemingly back to full ‘strength’.
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a/n: so bad at endings omggg, I hope this isn't shit, sorry for any errors or for possible lacks clarity in some parts (idk).
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You startle awake as your bedroom window rattles open.
“Sorry, sis, go back to sleep.” Your older sister’s voice is hoarse and rougher than usual. She stumbles through your room, but when she bangs her shin on the corner of your bed, you sit up and flip on the bedside lamp.
You take in her pale, disheveled appearance. Her cropped hair is even messier than usual, and the tank top under her canvas jacket has definitely seen better days. “You look like shit.”
She grimaces. “Gee, thanks.”
You shift over and throw back the corner of your covers. “Come on, you’re sleeping with me tonight,” you tell her.
She pauses and glances at the door before giving you a soft smile and approaching the bed. “Thanks.”
She starts to climb in and you stop her. “Not with those dirty-ass clothes, you’re not! Strip.”
She gives you her trademark wolfish grin and cocks her hips, rolling her shoulders as she slowly unzips the fly of her jeans. “You dork!” You slap at her as the two of you laugh together. She finishes stripping down to her underwear – a sports bra and boxers – and slips under the covers.
Flicking off the light, you snuggle up to her, arms wrapped around each other, foreheads touching.
“Good night,” you whisper.
“G’night,” she rasps.
-v--v-
I sleep restlessly. Strange dreams, hard to describe and even harder to remember flow through my mind like motor oil. I’m so cold, but there’s a comforting warmth nearby. A heat, even, inviting me with promises of pleasure.
The warmth spreads to my stomach, seeping into my veins. I press into it, needing more, as much contact as possible. My cock hardens and I grind against the woman beside me. Slowly, I realize it’s no longer a dream, and her arms are wrapped around me.
I roll my hips, nuzzling her neck, and elicit a moan as my bulge finds a fit between her thighs. Our legs entangle and I lick the exposed skin of her shoulder. Her fingers comb through my hair as I breathe deep the familiar, comforting scent. I push her onto her back and roll on top of her, and our hips find a matching rhythm.
I groan, my throat feeling parched, and I give into instinct. My fangs sink into her and my mouth fills with the sweetest taste I’ve ever known.
“Kat…” whimpers a voice I know better than my own, and my eyes snap open. My arms snap straight, propping me up and my sister and I stare at each other, frozen in shock, confusion, embarrassment, fear, and arousal.
Girls who seethe about the weakness of their flesh, the imperfections of their meat-form. Girls who dream in technicolor of being bigger, better, stronger, faster. Girls who smuggle textbooks from repositories to study by night the dark science of tissue-machine interfaces, of chemicals with which to quell immune responses, of hijacking nerves and spines and ganglia, of replacing neural pathways with silicon ones. Girls who grit their teeth and teach themselves coding against every odd, while society urges them instead to become good mothers and obedient daughters - girls who rail against everything they have been told to be. Girls who know the blood price of the change and make it anyway, all alone, who carve the cost into their own bodies with scalpels they forge in the fires of their rage. Girls who braid up thick lengths of interfacing cable around their heads instead of hair, who glitter with fiber optics and inlaid circuit threading, whose fissile hearts beat within impervious tantalum cages, who are perfect and cold and beautiful in their fearsome ways. Girls with nails like knives and voices like jet engines, channeled through vocal cords made of piezoelectric polymers and steel. Girls who do not yield. Girls who engineer for themselves the future they want, that they know they can have if they only reach for it. Girls who are machines, too.
A few days ago, I came across a fic (or maybe it was a prompt?) about a woman giving birth sitting on her husband’s lap, and it wouldn't leave my mind. I kept thinking about how it would play out and then, eventually, I had an outline and a rough draft written.
My original characters, Carolyn and Rebecca, are featured in this segment, though you won’t learn about their backgrounds here. But they are fleshed out characters, so I will give them a proper introduction at another time if this is well received.
This is a new fantasy I have for myself if I were going to give birth one day. The characters definitely represent me and what I hope my future wife will be. Enjoy!
Ps. I've never written an original fic before, so please be gentle.
Carolyn panted through another contraction, Rebecca, her wife, holding her up. At 30, Carolyn had gone into labor with her first child on her due date, happier than ever. Exhausted but determined, her petite frame shook with effort. Her long, wavy red hair was braided, her dark blue eyes squeezed shut with concentration. Labor had started hours ago, early that spring morning before sunrise. And now, as the afternoon neared, Carolyn was already spent. With Rebecca's encouragement that their baby would soon arrive, Carolyn focused on enduring the last hours of labor.
She had discarded her birthing gown two hours into labor, pulling it over her head in frustration when her movements felt too confined. Now, in only her maternity bra and underwear, she rocked back and forth on all fours on the floor, feeling much more comfortable. Time blurred as another hour passed. Rebecca knelt behind her, sliding her hands under Carolyn’s belly to support its weight, occasionally rubbing gentle circles on her lower back. When another contraction built, Carolyn stood and reached for Rebecca’s hand, turning to face her wife as the tightening intensified. She hung loosely from her wife’s arms as she squatted down a little, swaying them from side to side.
Moments later, she released a shaky, relieved breath as the contraction faded. Lifting her head, she managed a fragile, grateful smile up at her wife—a wave of relief and deep affection crashing over her.
Rebecca returned the smile and kissed her forehead. She looked every bit like the proud wife. Her green eyes sparkled with love and devotion. “You’re doing wonderfully, darling,” she murmured.
The way Rebecca's British accent curled over the endearment sent a jolt through Carolyn’s heart. She was overwhelmed by a love so raw it almost hurt. “Thank you,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion.
“Interested in changing positions?” Rebecca asked.
Carolyn nodded briefly as another contraction rippled through her, a low gasp escaping her lips. She pressed her forehead into Rebecca’s chest, desperately seeking comfort in Rebecca’s steady arms as she was swayed gently. When it passed, Carolyn stepped back shakily, clinging to Rebecca’s forearms, her eyes searching her wife’s face, waiting for her to suggest a new position.
Rebecca supported Carolyn as she carefully eased her to the ground in front of the birthing ball. “Why don’t you try leaning on this for a bit?” she offered, steadying Carolyn by placing a hand on her back and another on her shoulder. “How’s that?”
“This will be fine for a while.” Carolyn sighed, adjusting her legs and leaning over the ball. “You need to rest your back.”
“I’m alright.”
“Don’t lie. I’ve seen you rubbing it when you aren’t tending to me…”
“I’m not the one in labor.”
“And yet, I’m handling the pain better than you are, sweetheart.” Carolyn held up her hand, which was regaining color. It had been white, not from how hard she squeezed Rebecca's hand, but from how hard her wife squeezed hers.
“Alright. But the second you feel uncomfortable, tell me.”
“I will.”
After about ten minutes on the ball, a sudden shooting pain ripped through Carolyn's belly. She yelped, and Rebecca, who had been watching closely, jumped up and knelt beside her.
“What is it?”
“That was a bad one. I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much, it’s unbearable,” Carolyn cried out, tears pricking her eyes as she admitted her discomfort.
“Alright, darling. Let’s change that.”
Rebecca hooked her arms under Carolyn's and lifted her from the ground, moving one arm around her waist and the other holding her hand as they slowly walked across the room to the couch. Before either of them sat, Rebecca bent down and arranged a pile of towels carefully on the cushions, smoothing them out to make a thick layer in case any more fluid leaked out while Carolyn pushed. Carolyn had lost most of her amniotic fluid when her water broke earlier, but Rebecca wanted to be cautious.
Next, Rebecca crouched in front of her wife, hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of Carolyn’s underwear, and gently slid them down. She helped Carolyn step out of them one foot at a time. Standing up, Rebecca reached around Carolyn’s back, unhooked her maternity bra, and carefully slid the straps down Carolyn’s arms until the garment dropped to the floor.
Rebecca took her wife by the hand and sat down first. She gently guided Carolyn onto her lap, then told her to straddle her legs. Carolyn pressed her knees into the couch on either side of Rebecca's hips, her pregnant belly preventing her from getting too close. She wrapped her arms around Rebecca's neck and rested her head on her wife’s shoulder as she continued to labor. Rebecca braced her hands firmly across Carolyn's back to hold her steady.
When they were both situated, Rebecca said, “I should check your dilation.”
Carolyn nodded her consent, keeping her eyes closed, braced herself with one hand on the back of the couch, and slid her other hand behind herself onto Rebecca’s thigh, pressing up slightly for access.
Rebecca anchored her other hand to Carolyn's wrist as she leaned forward. She parted Carolyn’s thighs gently, then slipped her hand through the red bush of hair and carefully inserted two fingers into her wife’s entrance. Carolyn whimpered at the sensation. Rebecca paused to assess, double-checking she was correct, then slowly withdrew her fingers and wiped them clean on a towel before smiling. Carolyn lowered herself.
"You’re fully dilated, my darling,” she said quietly. “You can push.”
Carolyn lifted her head. “Really?”
Rebecca only nodded and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. “It’s time to meet our baby.”
“Our daughter,” Carolyn responded softly, smiling a little.
“Are you ready to push?”
“I don’t feel the urge yet, but maybe I should try.”
“I think it’s worth trying. If anything feels funny or wrong, we’ll stop and wait.”
Carolyn nodded. She took a deep breath before she began to bear down. As she pushed, she whispered encouragements to her baby, urging, "Come on, little girl. We're ready to meet you."
She was quiet otherwise, numb to the pain now. Being at home brought comfort. It was a decision she'd made early in her pregnancy. Rather than a hospital delivery with medication, Carolyn would give birth to her first baby surrounded by the intimacy of her own space. Martha, their older neighbor and a retired nurse-turned-midwife, had offered support, but Carolyn and Rebecca decided the birth itself would be just the two of them. No friends. No family. No extra help. They wanted a hands-off, natural birth, trusting each other and their choices. Martha would be on call as backup if needed, but not in the room. They’d considered inviting their mothers, but realized a crowded space would overwhelm Carolyn and prevent her from laboring. Confident and supported—having talked through every possible scenario—Carolyn and Rebecca accepted the risks of an unattended birth for a meaningful experience.
So here they were, 32 weeks later, Rebecca and Carolyn at home alone, in a room they had just converted into a playroom, bringing their baby into the world. The urge to push still hadn’t come, so, to distract her wife from frustration, Rebecca gently spread Carolyn’s knees apart and reached her hand between her legs to stroke her clit.
Carolyn gasped. "Oh!" She rocked her hips forward into her wife’s hand as Rebecca pressed her thumb against her flesh, rubbing in slow circles before sliding two fingers inside again. "Yes, God, that feels so good," Carolyn moaned, her body arching to meet Rebecca’s touch. She relaxed and parted her legs further, allowing more room. "Don’t... stop," she breathed as Rebecca continued, stimulating Carolyn’s nipples with her free hand too. Martha had explained that nipple stimulation during labor helped with contractions and opening the cervix for birth. That was Rebecca’s intent: to stimulate Carolyn pleasurably, and if an orgasm or two helped bring their baby, so be it.
Carolyn rocked into her wife’s hand, her hips moving forward and back. Her breathing quickened, and she made soft, pleasurable noises while Rebecca encouraged her towards an orgasm.
“You’re so gorgeous, clenching around me.” She pinched Carolyn’s nipple., receiving another whimper from her wife. “It's alright. I’ve got you, darling."
“Yes, yes, right there. Please don’t stop,” Carolyn begged.
Rebecca nodded, pumping her fingers more quickly. “Come for me, love. Let go."
Soon, Carolyn moaned beautifully as she came, shaking from the aftershocks against her wife.
Fifteen minutes and three orgasms later, Carolyn grunted as something shifted deep inside her. The baby had descended into the birth canal. Rebecca checked and confirmed, "Her head is right there."
Gathering her resolve, Carolyn took a deep breath and pushed with all her strength. Eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, she let out a primal growl as the baby’s head began to slowly crown.
“That’s it, Carolyn. Our baby is coming. Her head is coming.” Rebecca praised. “Push her into my hands.”
Between contractions, Carolyn panted to her daughter, "Come on, baby girl, come on. You can do it. Mummy and I want to see you.”
Another contraction followed almost immediately. Carolyn leaned back on both hands this time, bracing against Rebecca's thigh for support as she pushed herself upright. Rebecca steadied Carolyn’s wrists once more. Carolyn bore down, a deep guttural groan escaping her as she felt a burning stretch below. She held the push as long as she could, breathing heavily through her nose until, with a sudden pop, the pain began to ebb.
“Ah!” Carolyn gasped.
“Her head is out, darling,” Rebecca cheered, then exclaimed, “Oh, she has brown hair!”
“Just like her mother,” Carolyn smirked, releasing a breath as she tried to look down but couldn't see because of her distended belly.
“Here!” From somewhere, Rebecca brought a handheld mirror between Carolyn’s legs. “There she is! There’s our baby girl!”
Carolyn leaned back a bit and gazed into the mirror. “Oh, my God!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. A mixture of shock, disbelief, and overwhelming joy erupted inside her. “She—she’s really real.”
“Yes, she is, my love, and she’s ours.” Rebecca placed the mirror aside. “Come on, let’s meet her, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A few more intense pushes and Carolyn, panting and grunting, finally gasped in relief as her daughter was born. "Oh, my God, oh, baby," she breathed, tears streaming down her face as she slumped forward while Rebecca caught their baby in her hands.
“You did it, my darling! You did it! Our daughter is here!”
Sharp, wailing cries filled the room and, for a moment, time stopped—leaving the new mothers suspended in a blur of emotions. Carolyn, shaking, reached out with quivering hands to touch her baby, terrified it was somehow a dream. Rebecca swiftly handed her the wriggling infant, tears shining in her eyes as she guided her against Carolyn's breast.
“Hello, beautiful girl! Hello!” Carolyn lifted her baby and smushed their cheeks together. “Mama’s got you.” She pressed a gentle kiss to her daughter’s tiny nose, cradling her again.
Covering their newborn with a towel, Rebecca pressed a trembling kiss to Carolyn’s wedding ring. Both women, breathless and stunned, clung to each other and their baby, the meaning of the moment nearly too much to bear.
Carolyn cradled their daughter, trembling with exhaustion and awe. Rebecca's arms held her securely, their baby nestled safely between them, a perfect blend of all their hopes and dreams.
Carolyn stared at the baby, her breath coming in shallow, disbelieving gasps. She cataloged every perfect detail: the soft tufts of dark hair, the minuscule fists tucked in tight, rosebud-red lips. Looking up, she met Rebecca’s eyes—both of them shining and wet. “She’s really here,” she whispered, voice nearly breaking. “I can’t believe it. She was part of me, and now—she’s real, in my arms.”
Rebecca cupped Carolyn's cheek, brushing a tear away. “You did it. You brought her into the world right here, with me. I am so proud of you.”
Carolyn laughed a little sob, her whole body shaking as the shock and joy mingled in her chest. “I feel like the world just turned upside down. She’s perfect.” She bent her head to place a kiss on the baby’s forehead. “And you’re right, she’s ours.”
“We’re a family.” Rebecca pressed her forehead to Carolyn's, unmoving. “Just so you know,” she whispered, “watching you give birth to our daughter on top of me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She nuzzled her nose against her wife’s neck, kissing behind her ear. “I hope you’ll do it again for me someday.”
Carolyn blushed with a silent nod.
They stayed there, tangled together on the couch, their daughter held safe between them, awed and overwhelmed by what they had done and by the new life they had brought into the world. After a few minutes of hushed wonder, their baby girl slowly blinked her eyes open for the first time. Both mothers marveled at the tiny miracle, but Rebecca groaned.
“She looks just like the sperm donor,” she stated, though a teasing grin was on her face. She actually adored the man. They had a mischievous friendship.
Carolyn let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting her wife. "Yes, well, the Arnold genes are quite strong."
"It's not fair that our daughter looks nothing like you after you carried her for nine months."
“She shouldn’t. She came from your egg and Maxwell’s sperm, my love," Carolyn reasoned. “Unfortunately, that means she and I don’t share DNA.”
Rebecca groaned again. “I'd much rather her look like you." She pressed a kiss to Carolyn’s brow. “My beautiful, strong wife.”
After several more quiet minutes, once their daughter's cord had stopped pulsing, Rebecca took the sterilized medical scissors from the birthing kit Martha lent them. Hands trembling with adrenaline, she carefully cut the umbilical cord, honoring their choice for delayed clamping so their baby could receive all of the blood. The moment felt momentous, their final act in welcoming their child Earthside, their family now truly beginning.
Plot: On Father’s Day, you worship your “daddy” Austin by sucking his pecs and cock as he smiles and encourages you in his deep Virgin Islands accent until he cums on your face.
Warnings: pec worship, nipple play, oral m receiving
Word Count: 1.73k
Milk Me
The warm afternoon light filtered through the bathroom window, casting a soft glow over Austin Keil’s sculpted body as he leaned back against the sink counter. It was Father’s Day, and the two of you had the place to yourselves. Austin, your boyfriend of over a year, had been calling himself your “daddy” in that teasing, affectionate way for months now—his deep Virgin Islands voice making the word roll like thunder wrapped in honey. Today, you wanted to honor that. No big gifts, no fancy dinner. Just you, spontaneous and hungry, ready to worship the man who made your heart race every single time he smiled.
You stepped closer, eyes tracing the familiar lines of his torso. His skin was a warm, sun-kissed bronze, glistening faintly from the humidity. That silver chain necklace hung low between his thick, rounded pecs, catching the light with every subtle shift of his broad shoulders. His curly brown hair was tousled, a few strands sticking to his forehead, and that signature goatee framed his full lips, which curved into a lazy, knowing grin as he noticed the heat in your gaze.
“Yuh lookin’ at me like yuh ready fi devour yuh daddy, y/n,” Austin rumbled, his Virgin Islands accent thick and rolling, vowels stretching out in that deep, melodic Caribbean drawl. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, making his biceps flex and his pecs push together invitingly. “Come den. It Father’s Day. Show daddy how much yuh appreciate him.”
Your pulse quickened. Without a word, you closed the distance, hands sliding up his firm abs, feeling the ridges of muscle tense under your palms. He was still shirtless from whatever casual flexing he’d been doing earlier, his body on full display just like in those confident moments he loved to capture. You leaned in, pressing your lips to the center of his chest, right above the necklace. The scent of his skin—clean soap mixed with that natural, masculine warmth—filled your senses.
Austin let out a low chuckle, settling back more comfortably against the counter, his hands resting lightly on the edge. “Dat’s it, y/n. Yuh know what daddy like.”
Your mouth moved higher, tongue flicking out to trace the curve of his left pec. It was so full, so rounded from all those workouts, the skin smooth and sensitive. You sucked gently at first, pulling the firm flesh between your lips, feeling his nipple harden against your tongue. A soft groan escaped him, vibrating through his chest.
“Mmm, fuck yeah,” he murmured, voice dropping even deeper, that island lilt wrapping around the words. “Suck on daddy’s titty, y/n. Yuh doin’ it so good already. Look at dem lips… makin’ me feel like a king.”
Encouraged, you grew bolder. Your hands cupped both pecs, squeezing the heavy muscle, thumbs circling his nipples until they pebbled under your touch. You switched sides, latching onto the right one, sucking harder now, teeth grazing just enough to make him hiss in pleasure. His chest heaved, the chain necklace shifting with each breath. You played with them relentlessly—licking broad stripes across the expanse of his pecs, nipping at the sensitive buds, then soothing them with slow, wet swirls of your tongue. Saliva glistened on his skin, making his chest shine under the light.
Austin’s head tilted back slightly, eyes half-lidded, that smile never leaving his face. “Yuh spoilin’ yuh daddy today, eh? Father’s Day treat fi real. Keep playin’ wit’ dem, y/n. Dem belong to yuh… suck ‘em harder, mon. Dat’s how yuh show daddy love.”
The words in his rich dialect sent heat straight to your groin. You could feel yourself getting hard, but this was about him right now. Your fingers pinched and rolled his nipples while your mouth devoured the left one again, sucking with rhythmic pulls that had his abs clenching visibly. His cock was starting to stir in his shorts, the outline growing thicker against the fabric. You glanced up at him between worshipful licks, and he met your eyes with that warm, encouraging gaze.
“Look at yuh,” he said softly, one hand coming down to stroke your hair. “On yuh knees fi daddy already? Yuh such a good boy fi me, y/n. Don’t stop. Make dem nipples ache fi yuh.”
You dropped lower, still massaging his pecs with both hands as your face nuzzled against his growing bulge. The spontaneous urge had taken over completely. With quick fingers, you tugged his shorts down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with precum. Austin was blessed down there—long, girthy, curving slightly upward, surrounded by a neat trim that matched his overall groomed look.
“Yuh hungry fi daddy’s cock too?” he asked, chuckling deeply. “Go on den, y/n. Suck it. Show me how much yuh love bein’ daddy’s lil’ slut on Father’s Day.”
You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling the heat pulse against your palm. Leaning in, you dragged your tongue from his balls up the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty taste. Austin’s thighs tensed, but he stayed relaxed, leaning back with that perpetual smile, watching you through lowered lashes.
“Dat’s right… nice and slow at first,” he coached, voice like velvet over gravel. “Taste every inch, y/n. Yuh daddy’s cock love yuh mouth.”
You took him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness. The weight of him on your tongue was intoxicating. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, one hand still playing with his left nipple, twisting it gently while you sucked. Spit dripped down his shaft as you worked him, the wet sounds echoing softly in the bathroom. His pecs bounced lightly with each movement of his breathing, and you couldn’t resist reaching up again to squeeze them, feeling the firm muscle yield under your grip.
Austin moaned, low and rumbling. “Ahh, shit, y/n. Yuh multitaskin’ like a pro. Play wit’ daddy’s chest while yuh suck dat dick. Yuh know how to treat yuh man.”
You hummed around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in your mouth. Deeper now, you relaxed your throat, taking more of him until your nose brushed his pubic bone. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the stretch, but the look on his face—pure bliss, that confident smile widening—made it worth it. You pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, then dove back in, faster this time.
His hand tangled in your hair, not forcing, just guiding. “Easy, easy… but yeah, like dat. Yuh suckin’ daddy so sloppy and perfect. Father’s Day gift better dan anyt’ing, y/n. Keep goin’. Make me throb fi yuh.”
Minutes stretched into a haze of pleasure. You alternated between deepthroating him and pulling off to lavish attention on his balls, sucking one into your mouth while stroking his shaft. All the while, your free hand roamed his torso—pinching nipples, slapping his pecs lightly so they jiggled, tracing the chain necklace with your fingertips. His skin grew slick with your spit and sweat, muscles flexing under your touch.
Austin’s encouragement never stopped, his deep Virgin Islands tone filling the room like a sensual soundtrack. “Yuh love daddy’s body, eh? Dem big pecs… dem hard nipples… all fi yuh to play wit’. Suck harder on de head now, y/n. Circle yuh tongue right dere. Fuck, yuh makin’ me leak so much.”
You could taste the steady flow of precum, salty and addictive. His cock throbbed heavier in your mouth, veins pulsing. You glanced up again, locking eyes with him. He was still smiling, that charming, slightly cocky grin that made your stomach flip, even as his chest rose and fell faster.
“Look at dem eyes,” he praised. “Yuh so pretty wit’ daddy’s cock in yuh mouth. Don’t stop, baby. Yuh ownin’ it today.”
The heat built between you. Your own arousal strained against your pants, but you ignored it, focused entirely on his pleasure. You sped up, head bobbing with sloppy enthusiasm, one hand pumping the base while the other tweaked his right nipple hard. Austin’s groans grew louder, more guttural, his hips starting to rock subtly into your mouth.
“Shit, y/n… yuh gon’ make daddy cum soon if yuh keep dat up,” he warned, but there was no real urgency in his voice—just that lazy, dominant satisfaction. “Yuh want dat? Want daddy’s load?”
You nodded eagerly around his cock, sucking with renewed vigor. Your hands worked his pecs like dough, squeezing, kneading, flicking the sensitive peaks until they were red and swollen from attention. The chain around his neck swayed with every thrust of his hips.
Austin’s breathing hitched, his abs tightening into sharp definition. “Den take it all, y/n. But daddy wan’ paint dat pretty face. Pull off when I say.”
You kept going, edging him closer, tongue swirling, throat working. His moans filled the air—deep, accented curses mixing with praises. “Yuh so fuckin’ good… best Father’s Day ever… yuh daddy’s perfect boy…”
Finally, he tugged your hair gently. “Now, y/n. Off.”
You pulled back, mouth open, tongue out, staring up at him with pure devotion. Austin stroked his slick cock rapidly, his muscular arm flexing, pecs bouncing with the motion. His smile turned into a focused grimace of pleasure, eyes locked on yours.
“Here it come, y/n… take daddy’s cum on yuh face.”
Thick ropes erupted from his cock, the first one landing across your cheek, hot and sticky. The second streaked over your nose and lips. More followed, painting your forehead, your chin, even catching in your eyelashes. He kept pumping, milking every drop, groaning deeply in that rich dialect. “Yeah… cover yuh… mark yuh as mine… fuck, look at dat mess.”
You stayed there, breathing hard, face glazed with his release. Austin looked down at you with pure affection, still smiling even as he came down from his high. He reached out, thumb smearing some of the cum across your bottom lip.
“Happy Father’s Day to yuh daddy, eh?” he said softly, voice husky. “Yuh did good, y/n. Real good.”
The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, the bathroom filled with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Austin pulled you up gently, kissing you despite the mess, his strong arms wrapping around you. It was spontaneous, intimate, and exactly what the day called for—worshipping your daddy in the way only you could.
I can't stop thinking of knitting Astarion a blanket.
Maybe it's because I'm elbow deep into crocheting baby clothes but who knows
Like, imagine knitting or crocheting Astarion a blanket. Because everyone else managed to bring something along for the journey when the mindflayers kidnapped you, you had a backpack and some coin, same for Laz'el, and Shadowheart and Gale and probably everyone else, but not Astareon.
He has nothing, not a coin to his name. Just a dagger, a bow, and a few arrows. He steals what he needs to make his tent but he's all too aware that none of it is really his.
And then he sees you working on your project by the fire, sipping on a mug of steaming tea or coffee. He sees you wandering around villages and random groups of people, bartering your way to some yarn.
Of course he's curious. But he'd never ask, because, obviously, it would never be any of his business. It could never be for him. And then, after working on it at any moment you could, you come to him one night with the blanket neatly folded in your hands.
"I don't know if you get cold," you say, "But I thought you might want a blanket if you do."
You're so awkward, you know Astarion likes the finer things in life. He likes luxury, and this is hardly luxury. It's a dark blue, but only because you died it. The yarn you bartered never came in the same colour and sometimes it wasn't even the same thickness. You tried to match it as best you could, but it wasn't perfect.
Astarion notices it and for the first time in his very long, miserable life. He doesn't give a shit. Because it's his. Completely, 100%, his own thing. Cazador has never touched this, he has never seen this, he will never lay a finger on his blanket. And the fact that it's his is only overshadowed by the fact that you made it for him. Not because he likes you, he's not even realised that yet, or not properly anyway, but because you looked at him, fangs, sarcasm, blood thirst and all, and decided you were going to take a tenday and make a blanket to gift to him. You decided he was worthy of yarn, time and effort. All so he could be a little warmer at night.
That blanket might not be worth much, if anything, but when you're as used as Asterion is to being worth less than shite, it's like happening upon a vault of precious diamonds.
He doesn't say thank you, he just grabs it from you and tries to act nonchalant. Because if he opens his mouth, he might actually just start crying.
