There is nothing polite about Zayne’s far too frequent fantasies about his pregnant wife.
They are downright filthy, so unexpected and unbecoming for an esteemed doctor, whose calm and quiet appearance is deceiving—a perfect façade hiding his more daring, perverted side from the public.
It isn’t anyone’s business how he gets turned on by his newly pregnant wife, desiring her more and more with each new day of growth.
He wants her when she is still early, her belly just barely curving, easily hidden underneath loose clothing. He wants her to watch as he fucks her, forcing her to see his thick cock thrusting into her the same way when he had first bred her.
Like this. Like this.
This is what you wanted, right?
Wanted my baby fucked into you like this.
And she is already pregnant, but she is squealing, moaning obscenities like when he had first impregnated her. So delirious, she is still begging him just like before, wants him to stretch her like he did, keep her bred just for him.
She begs so sweetly with such filthy words, he would gladly submit to her needs, to fulfill all that she asks of him.
He wants her when the signs are obvious—when she is glowing and her pregnancy clear as day.
Congratulations, congratulations, everyone will cheer, admiring the happy, blessed couple, not knowing how she is his favorite afternoon delight. When her cheeks are flushed rosy, is it because of her pregnancy glow, or is it because he had bent her over his desk in his office? Secretly, he takes her under her pretty little dress, panties slipped to the side, and she is so, so wet, he slips in easily.
She has to clutch her large belly, the force of his thrusts weakening her, her legs like jelly, and she is quaking, feeling every glorious inch of him—again and again. Over and over. Deeper. And deeper.
Like this. Like this.
This is what you wanted, right?
Shh, my love, hush.
And he covers her mouth, let her cry her ecstasy into his large palm, his own grunts barely restrained as he fucks her with reckless abandon until he spills inside her. He wants her pretty lips on him, as he fixes both their appearances.
His tie is straight, hair fixed, and glasses back on his face. Her dress flows over her still growing belly, her cheeks rosy and sweet, and beneath her maternity wear, her panties are soaked with his seed as she leaves his office, satisfied and full—in more ways than one.
He wants her when she is near her due date, so heavy with his child now. Her clothes don’t feel comfortable to wear anymore, so she would need to wear his instead. He wants to come home from a long day and see his beautiful wife lounging in his shirt the same way she had when he impregnated her on his birthday.
She could go into labor at any day now. He has to be mindful of her delicate condition, but she tells him no, tells him to fuck her like he usually does. She wants him to see how much her body has changed in nine months for him—because of him. Because of him, she is so vulnerable now—so easily aroused, her hormones clouding her mind with only lustful thoughts of him.
He made her this way, so he has to take care of her. It’s the right thing to do.
Like this. Like this.
This is what you wanted, right?
Want me to fuck you into labor, is that it?
On her hands and knees, she is crying his name with pleasure, her belly hanging low, shaking in time with his movements. She comes not once. Not even twice. At least three times before he does.
He kisses her messily—praises her dutifully. She is perfectly gorgeous like this, he tells her, already imagining doing the whole nine months over again with baby number two.
But these are just fantasies Zayne entertains to himself—a fictional escape to salacious dreams he hasn’t dared utter aloud just yet. However, he knows his wife indulges in the same perversion as he does. In just due time, perhaps, fantasies will tread over to reality instead.
A shared glance, and an exchanging of smiles. She sees in his hazel eyes a familiar gleam.
She loves him.
Like this. Like this.
She wants to coax his fantasies into existence. Just like this. She wants to share his dirty fantasies.
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my lukewarm take on zayne is that he actually isn’t all that big on punishment mostly bc his self-discipline and restraint and fairly poor and he knows this he’s actually very greedy very nasty and very self serving he’s just not always explicit about it
Zayne knows it is impolite to stare, but he seems to care less about manners lately ever since his beautiful pregnant wife started showing.
Knowing she is pregnant is entirely different from seeing her pregnant.
At first, the bump was small. Just a small curve easily unnoticed or dismissed as bloating. She had let him feel it. Insisted, actually. His large hand was dragged over the curve, and he had marveled at the little changes, feeling like everything felt so much realer now, and yet, somehow, this was still a secret between them both.
Then, almost as if it had happened overnight, the slight curve became a clear bump. Still small enough to show that she was early in her pregnancy, but obvious enough that a glance at her and people knew she was expecting.
The congratulations had poured in alongside curiosity and excitement. Zayne brimmed with pride.
A bundle of joy is on the way.
They know this baby is his.
He had knocked up his pretty little wife.
What they didn’t know, though, was how much he had wanted to impregnate her. How badly she needed him to pump her full of his seed over and over again. He had kept her stretched around him, full of his cock. Hours upon hours that pretty little cunt was his to enjoy.
He had kept breeding her, had her so cockdrunk, she was slurring her words, begging and pleading over and over again for him to put his baby in her. To share the same desire made this all the more erotic for him, hearing such filthy pleading that mirrored his own dirty fantasies.
Now, those very fantasies are coming true.
Day after day, he is witnessing before his very eyes what he had done to her.
And he smiles, eyes unknowingly lingering on her longer than normal, drifting south only to rest on that beautiful belly. It’s so much bigger now. The fabric of her clothes hugs it so snugly, outlining the shape, and when she unconsciously rests her hands on it, he is short-circuiting, imagining all of the pretty dresses he is going to lavish her with.
So fucking pretty.
She is his.
That baby in her belly is also his.
Both of them are his.
It is so impolite to stare, but fuck manners. He wants to ingrain into his memory the image of her like this. Perfectly round and swollen, her womb heavy with his child. Her breasts wanting to spill from her dress, so full of milk for his baby, but also so, so tender and sore, needing him to offer her relief.
Pretty. So fucking pretty when she sits on him, straddling him and her belly presses against his stomach, her sensitive nipple at his mouth. That first moment when he sucks the little nub has her squealing his name in pain, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, not when those cries turn into moans, and she is rubbing herself against him, her growing wetness staining his pants.
Zayne hums softly, encouraging her, wanting her to need more of him like he needs her. Briefly, his eyes close, his mind clouding with a growing lust, delirious with sweet, sweet fantasies of her.
He wants her like this always.
Heavy with his baby and always close to him. He needs to taste her, feel her—wants to know just how sensitive she is now, how much she is aching for his own touch.
Sharply, he inhales, hearing that whimper, feeling her wetness against him.
He frees his mouth from her nipple, smirking for a second, eyes darkening as he takes in her needy doe-eyed expression. No panties. Undergarments have become so cumbersome to wear recently. In the comfort of their home, she has forsaken such articles of clothing, especially when she desires more from him than just this relief.
He is already so hard because of her, and she is extra sensitive, more easily aroused.
She’s so pretty as she frees him from his confines, eagerly aligning him to her entrance, and with one fluid motion, she sinks down on him, moaning as his thick length fills her to the brim.
So fucking pretty, he wants to groan, unable to tear his eyes away from her aroused expression, cheeks all flushed rosy with shameless desire, mouth opened wide, his name just a breathy gasp away. His breath hitches, feeling her warm walls wrap around his cock. Hazel eyes follow her movements, gleaming—calculating. His voice, thick and heavy with arousal, praises and encourages her as she steadies herself with one hand on his shoulder, and the other is cradling that still growing belly.
Wordlessly, she starts bouncing on him, taking him again and again. She feels so fucking good, and he marvels at her own endurance, matching his own perverted desires so magnificently. The room is filled with the lewd sound of their fucking, her gasps and moans in tandem with his own groans and generous praises as they both give in to their needs and desires.
However, despite wanting to chase her orgasm—wanting to please him, too—she starts to slow, the growing weight of her belly made her tire more easily. When her rhythm falters, Zayne grips her hips with his large hands, and he thrusts up, surprising her, his name immediately spilling from her lips in a squeal before turning into a desperate mantra matching in time to his rushed movements.
The way her belly brushes against his stomach, her heavy breasts bouncing in his face after every powerful thrust had him losing his last remnants of control. Harder and faster, he forces himself into her, drawing her closer and closer to her release. Delirious with pleasure, she is mewling his name, urging him on until a strong wave of pleasure courses through her and she is taking him with her over the edge.
Their breathings are unsteady, the sounds of their heartbeats thrumming in their ears. Her chest is rising and falling, her hand gripping her belly, and she is glistening, expression dazed by the immediate afterglow.
Again, Zayne smiles, unable to look anywhere but at her. It’s so impolite to stare, but she is so, so fucking pretty all aglow with bliss and love for him.
He wants to kiss her so much, wants her to know how much he loves her, how happy she makes him, but he also wants to never take his eyes off her. Not when this moment is so brief. Not when this time is so fleeting and precious.
A picture lasts a lifetime, so perhaps it is time Zayne should pick up photography. Just a little hobby. Something they could both enjoy together, and when it comes to photographs, it isn’t impolite to stare. No, he could spend hours just admiring how beautiful she looks, completely glowing for him—because of him.
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sylus, zayne and caleb: who asks mc for nudes the most?
especially when she's away on training? or on a mission?
who's needier? (personal opinion is zayne would behave but then he'd break and i mean *break* and request the filthiest pics/videos. but then again caleb is a puppy. sylus has self control but as his heatwave secret time showed us, he can be very very veeeeery needy)
do you think they keep all the pics/vídeos or delete them with a heavy heart out of fear of their phones getting stolen and exposing mc to some lowlife unworthy of even mentioning her name?
what about pics/vídeos during sex? we already know sylus and mc are making their little vídeos, but I think sylus also has a polaroid collection of mc under him, on top, on all fours--he gets addicted to the way she looks while he's inside her
caleb would totally be into recording too
zayne's trickier, I think
mc would probably have to initiative the pic taking event lmao it'd have to be when things are innocent enough and she's saying she just wants some cute pics of him
she riles him up so much that he snaps a pic at the exact moment she's got his entire lenght in her mouth and is looking up at him and he says he wants some cute pics too
but I don't know, would love to hear your opinion if you're not to busy
sincerely,
an anon who's in the middle of a very stupid work conference and is very bored ☺️
😭 oh this was a good one to think about. …I don’t know why I wrote it like this, but let’s just roll with it lol
Personally, I don’t think any of them will ask directly for nudes. They’re all gentlemen. Of course, they wouldn’t be opposed if they’re offered some instead.
Video Call
Sylus is so tech-savvy, we’re not discussing that enough. He would for sure have a secret encrypted folder full of sexy photos and videos for his own personal viewing pleasure. His collection consists of all the ways he would take her and capturing her face at the exact moment she has an orgasm. After all, he doesn’t think it’s fair that only he sees it. He wants her to also see what she looks like as she comes around him.
OK, my mind wandered a little too much this afternoon…this has nothing to do with what I had written above, but…squint and maybe it does…
Thinking of Sylus away on some hush-hush “business” trip. It’s been hard getting in contact with him. Perhaps there are no signals where he’s at.
The one evening she decides to break out her favorite “toy”, she gets a call from Crow Man himself, but it’s not just any call. He wants to video chat. Embarrassed, she quickly puts on a robe and tries to act normal as she answers his call.
He raises a brow, both confused and amused by what he is seeing. “Why is your face so red?”
She lies and says she had just finished doing some cardio exercises.
He calls her out on her bullshit. At that moment, they hear a faint buzzing noise in the background.
Shit. She forgot to turn the toy off before answering the call. With him watching knowingly, she has no choice but to confess.
“Really? A toy will get you off better than me?” He’s skeptical that she can be fully satisfied by a toy.
Indignant, she tells him that she already had two orgasms before he called.
Amused and intrigued, he challenges her to test it out in front of him. He would love to be proven wrong.
She’s caught off guard by his comment. Even more embarrassed, she asks meekly, “A-are you asking me to…in front of you?”
He nods and crosses his arms. “Unless you don’t think you can—”
“Fine!” She knows he is riling her up on purpose, but the mere idea of having him watch her is oddly arousing.
After finding a way to position the phone so he can see her perfectly, she disrobes and picks up the toy again. Sylus wouldn’t exactly say he is an expert on the different models of toys available, so he watches with intrigue as she positions the small toy, and the moment she feels it pulsing against her, she gasps, still sensitive from her previous climaxes.
Sylus draws in his own breath, silently cursing that he’s not in the same room with her right now. He watches in amazement as she shows off the different settings. Quick short bursts. Long, dragged out pulsing.
But her favorite? It’s the one that vibrates steadily and every few seconds, it sends a powerful pulse that has her arching, crying out. She maximizes the strength, and Sylus is getting hard at hearing how powerful the toy is, watching with darkened eyes as she loses herself, forgetting him and is entirely focused on chasing her next climax. With the way her clit is stimulated so heavenly, she isn’t even aware that Sylus had started his own fun, his hand wrapped around his large length as he strokes himself to the same pacing as her. It isn’t long before she comes again, the way she moans is enough to have Sylus spilling into his hand, panting along with her.
“Well,” he laughs, looking at the evidence in his hand, “You’ve certainly proven me wrong, sweetie.”
A few days later, she receives a mysterious package, giftwrapped in black. Upon opening it, she discovers several different new toys, a giant bottle of lube, and a bright red lacy teddy. There is a note: Play date this Friday?
Text Messages
Going feral at the idea of sweet, well-mannered Zayne being the filthiest. It’s always the innocent ones… Perhaps, she had a role in bringing out this side of him. After all, we know Zayne won’t do anything unless he has permission.
Zayne wouldn’t even think of initiating something like this.
But she would.
After hearing a co-worker share her experience with her boyfriend, she is now intrigued about trying something like this out with Zayne.
With him away on a business trip, she sends daily casual text messages to keep in touch.
Have you arrived safely yet?
What’s your hotel like?
Have you eaten yet?
I miss you.
Sleep early!
Are you tired? Don’t forget to rest!
It’s all so innocent and mundane, Zayne suspects nothing.
Then comes that message. It’s a video attachment. He clicks it and nearly drops his phone.
On the screen is his beautiful girlfriend, completely nude and her legs spread apart for the camera.
There’s a caption on the video:
Have a special treat waiting for you when you come home.
She squirts some cold whipped cream between her legs before dragging a dollop onto her finger and sucking it clean. She asks him sweetly, “Zaynie, you will help me finish this right?”
He can’t think straight, but he feels like he needs to catch the next flight back to Linkon now.
His phone starts pinging nonstop.
There are more risqué photos and videos. He’s losing his mind at seeing her posed in such provocative positions with so many different sexy expressions.
As he’s scrolling down this treasure trove of pictures and video clips, he gets another message:
I miss you, Zaynie. I can’t wait to have you inside me again. <3
*With me again. Darn that autocorrect ;)
Polaroids
Virgin Caleb is going to want to experiment with everything, including taking pictures and recording videos. I mean, he’d be cool with everything. It gets lonely in Skyhaven, so having some photos around the house would make coming home more…exciting. He would also keep that one special polaroid in his wallet.
Can’t stop thinking of Caleb and her finding an old polaroid camera and bringing it home one afternoon. They take some silly photos and experiment with it around her apartment. When they start play fighting, he accidentally pins her down, her shirt riding up to expose her chest and the camera snaps.
She’s not wearing a bra.
He’s straddling her.
The photo prints out.
As seconds tick by, the photo develops completely and it’s a perfect shot of her torso. Her shirt is pushed up, her beautiful breasts the main focus. Caleb swallows, his eyes darting from the polaroid to her pink nipples, knowing he should get off of her, but...he needs to get off now.
“Um…”
She teases him. “Are you hard already?”
He flusters and tries to glare at her, but it’s so hard to be mad when she looks so cute underneath him like that. Instead, he smirks and holds the camera up again.
“We’ve bought so many films,” he says mischievously, “we should put them to good use.”
She takes the first photo from him and presses her lips to it, her bright red lipstick staining the polaroid. He is even more turned on now. She waves it playfully at him, saying, “A gift for the colonel.”
Fuck.
They’re gonna have so much fun with the camera. He plans on taking enough to keep him entertained the next time he does patrol through the Deepspace Tunnel.
The polite thing for Zayne to do is masturbate in his home office to his wife's sexy pregnancy polaroids, knowing all of the changes happening to her is because of him.
He can't stop marveling by how she had swelled up beautifully in just a few months, her body so voluptuous now, round and heavy with his baby.
Her breasts are bigger now, and soon they will have milk for his baby, but for now, he loves being the one to suckle on those sensitive nipples, loves grabbing, groping, squeezing her tender breasts until she squeals his name again and again.
Just because she's bigger now doesn't mean he will stop wanting her. If anything, he wants her more. Wants to feel that sweet pussy around him, wants to feel his child moving in her womb as he fucks her just as intensely as when he had bred her before her pregnancy. He knows she's going to enjoy giving in to him, letting him take her as often as he would like, because she just wants to please him and be his pretty little breeding slut.
And she is just that—so fucking pretty, all knocked up with his baby, a dirty secret between him and her that no one will ever know about as they congratulate the esteemed young doctor and his beautiful and heroic wife for their growing family.
No one will ever know how many times he had bred her. How many times he had punished her for her audacious antics and made her fuck herself on his cock, always emptying into her, always making sure he stays buried in her to make sure his seed would take in her fertile womb. no one will ever know of how often he had dreamt of breeding her, how this fantasy of his had come true, and how she herself kept encouraging him, her own desires matching his in such a perverted way.
His pretty little wife, his baby in her belly, getting bigger and bigger each month as she nears her due date. he wants to meet his child, this beautiful little baby he had created with her, the proof of his love for her, but he also wants to keep her this way. wants her to always carry that cute little belly she would tease him with, rubbing suggestively, knowing his eyes would follow every caress.
Keep her like this. Knocked up with his baby. Keep her like this. Fuck another child into her. Fuck her again and again and—
He accidentally gets a little loud and is caught by her just as he comes all over the polaroids.
He's only a little embarrassed, his smirk meeting her startled gaze, Her own eyes glazing over with arousal at seeing the way her husband desired her still. He could see a twinkle of mischievousness in her eye. He knows what she wants.
He made such an obscene mess so now he should do the courteous thing and let his beautiful pregnant wife bounce on his massive cock while he experiences the real thing and feels her up, murmuring to her about all of his dirty fantasies he wants to make come true with her, how he knows she would let him indulge, because she is his good girl, his darling, beautiful wife, who is the perfect breeding slut just for him, her dear, sweet Zaynie.
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Non-MC but you're the chipmunk at Akso Hospital the handsome Dr. Zayne takes care of, but he's stupidly in love with Miss Hunter so you eat your sadness until your handsome doctor cuts back on feeding you because he said he's concerned by your sudden weight gain, so now you have a double-whammy heartbreak because fuck him did he just call you fat 🫵😭
How polite of Zayne to always think about his wife’s wellbeing, especially since she is so heavily pregnant right now with his child. Of course, he realizes how much more difficult it is now for her to move around and do once basic tasks. She doesn’t even need to ask him to help her, since he is always one step ahead.
So, with that knowledge, she knows it doesn’t take much to lure her helpful husband into the bathroom to join her. She doesn’t even need to say anything before his quick working hands help her slip out of her maternity dress, noting how his eyes do a quick, appreciative sweep down her changed body, seeing the way his sight linger on how round her belly is now with their child, knowing each day she is nearing her due date. She, herself, could tell from that faint smirk on his handsome face, how he is secretly relishing in the knowledge that he is the reason she is in this current state now.
The thought allures her, too. She delights in this shared secret with him, having this baby that they had both desired for so long.
He fills the bathtub with warm water, adding in her favorite foaming bubble bath with the jasmine fragrance that boasts of its calming effect. When he turns around, he smirks again when she gestures to how inconsiderate he is being by still being dressed while she is nude in his presence. He agrees it is so rude of him to not dress—or rather, undress—accordingly, so he begins discarding each article of clothing, starting with his dress shirt. He takes his time unbuttoning, laughing when she calls him a tease, her playful smile matching his.
He hurries with the rest of his clothing, knowing full well you shouldn’t upset a pregnant woman, especially when she is in her third trimester, both uncomfortable by her current state and also from the summer heat beginning to creep in.
Now fully nude, he helps her into the bathtub, joining her in the warm water, his large frame situated perfectly behind her. He smiles when she leans back against him, his long legs propped up on either side of her. He admires her blissful state, her vulnerability always exposed to him willingly. He hums low as she rests against him, eyes closed, and her hands moving instinctively over her large round belly.
Silently, his own hand rests on her belly and she immediately opens her eyes, looking up to meet his kind gaze. He leans down, his kiss a little clumsy from the odd angle, but she smiles against his mouth, giggling when they both startle from a strong kick in her belly.
He playfully shushes their unborn son, his eyes twinkling with joy, knowing it won’t be long before their bundle of joy will arrive. As he wonders aloud about their son’s future appearance, he lavishes her neck with sweet kisses as they both relax in the water together, enjoying this brief remaining time as just the two of them before they become a family of three.
When the water cools, he drains it and seizes the handheld showerhead with a mischievous glint in his eye. He rinses them both off, but he takes his time with his pretty little wife, wanting to pamper her a while longer. He scoops some raspberry-scented sugar scrub into his hand and begins to rub the coarse sugar all over her body, smiling when she gasps in surprise. He is meticulous by nature, so he makes sure he gets every inch of her skin, rubbing along her arms, down her back, and then her legs, but giving extra, special and gentle attention to her belly and breasts. He strokes her belly, feeling his child moving restlessly in her womb, a sense of pride stirring inside him knowing his wife has carried their child so lovingly these past months, sacrificing so much of herself for their future.
He gropes her breast as he murmurs praises into her ear, her answered moans received instantly upon hearing his soft words and feeling his familiar ministrations. He maneuvers the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away all of the sugar scrubs from her body and his hand, but he continues to caress her all over, feeling her newly smoothed skin against his own calloused hand.
He hears her calling his name, feels her hand gripping his thigh with a sense of neediness that matches her voice. He lines her neck with fresh featherlight kisses as he guides the showerhead to her slightly parted legs, letting the warm jets of water shoot into her core, her body buckling back against him at the sudden stimulation. At her urging, he continues, stimulating her from inside and out, and when she draws closer to her release, he replaces the showerhead with his own fingers, his practiced thrusts drawing out more of her desperate moans before he hears her euphoric cry of his name.
He smiles when she collapses back against him satisfied, but almost immediately, her eyes open wider to meet his smirk.
She feels his erection against her ass, and as she pants quietly, she gives him a dazed smile when he turns the water off and scoops her into his arms. He carries her away, back to their bedroom and lays her down on the plush mattress.
Zayne is a very considerate man. He wants his wife to feel loved and cherished for all she has done for him, carrying his baby, sharing her life with his.
Satisfying her one time is not enough in his mind.
Not even two, or three times either.
Zayne is considerate. Meticulous. Devoted.
He has every intention on pampering her the way she deserves, lavish her with so much of his affections and more, and worshipping her beautiful body over and over again until she is cumming on his cock. He is going to make sure by the end of the night, his pretty and perfect and lovely wife gets everything she deserves from him—her beloved Zaynie.
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