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Life on viltrum was quiet, almost peaceful. Days mainly went the same for you. Although it could be painfully mundane at times, there was something about the simplicity of it that felt relieving. Every day started the same, you'd awake to the golden light of the sun warming the blankets of your too large bed. Even by human standards, it extended far past your legs and if you spread out fully your limbs wouldn't even come close to the edges. Perhaps this was the standard for this planet, or maybe it was custom made for this particular owner.
After rousing yourself it was a lazy trip downstairs to the kitchen where youd prepare yourself something to quell the low rumbling in your stomach. The fridge was always stocked with basic cooking items. In fact more as of lately. And on rare occasions, a small dessert. A pastry full of cream, or a slice of cake, one time there was a small ornate crystal cup full of this sparkling gelatinous material. It was a swirl of purple and blue, almost too pretty to eat.
It was almost always like this. Waking up alone in an empty house. Busying yourself with day dreaming as you gaze out of the window, reading the slowly growing collection of books, even cleaning has become somewhat of a hobby. It was a quiet sentient existence, but there was one rule made very clear to you.
Do not leave the house.
It was an alien planet afterall, you had no idea what lurked through these lands besides viltrumites. Or what plant toxins could kill you if you even accidentally brushed their foliage. It was a simple logical rule.
But.. Humanity wasn't always logical..
Some days you feel as if you're going insane. The walls feel as if they're closing in. No matter how much you sit with your face almost pressed to the screen of the open window, it didnt help.
So youd crack the front door open. It started with a few inches but then grew into a habit of opening the door fully. Youd sit gazing out past the porch, towards the small glimmering waves of the large pond. The temptation of freedom gnawed at your mind and soon your head would pass the doors threshold. Just a peek to look at the tree line past both sides of the house. To see the birds flying to and from the tops of the coniferous greenery.
Then your foot crossed the threshold. Your heart beating like a drum in your chest as you stand past the door for hardly more than half a minute. But every time you passed the doorway you felt more and more emboldened. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to an hour or so. A foot print would be easily spotted in the soft grass and dirt in front so you remained on the porch.
There was a small patch of white flowers that grew in the dirt along the front of the porch. Four petals, the inside was a deep violet that extended thin tendrils of its color up through the white petals. It was one of the prettiest things you've seen since you've been here. It was a small comfort if anything.
When he was home it was tense. Oftentimes he was drenched in blood, mostly from head to toe, all manners of color. The metallic smell filled the modest home almost like a silent threat. Every moment felt like waiting for the boom of thunder after a strike of lightning. You had seen what a viltrumite could do. The news of omniman destroying chicago was on replay on every tv and newspaper or article for weeks.
He looked far more menacing than Omniman did..
The jagged scar that cracked up the side of his face. One eye a milky white from being damaged by the very thing that gave him that scar. His body had many scars in the few brave glances youve taken. Some thin, some large like he was bandaged back together with scar tissue.
He's spoken few words to you. But none surprisingly, have been cruel. No demands of subservience, no extraneous orders. He hardly even treated you as if you were there. Oftentimes the only tell that he had come home was a restocked fridge and perhaps a new book on the shelf.
But tonight you heard him. Long after the sun had gone down. The small boom in the distance made the breath hitch in your lungs. Your fingers clenching the edges of your book you've been reading. Soon the front door opens and you hear each heavy foot step as he enters. Every creak of the floor boards made your muscles tense further and further. Before an eerie silence fills the air. There was nothing, not a sigh, not a creak. Your breath stills as you intently listen. The quiet is so penetrating that it has you second guessing yourself whether you heard anything at all or just hallucinated.
That was until those heavy thudding footsteps began to move closer and closer to the bedroom. Your heart feels like it's going to burst through your chest, shattering your ribcage. Then the door slowly opens.
He stands there, his entire frame filling the empty space. A cold glare on his features that instantly makes your blood run cold. The light from the bedroom contrasted his features with an intimidating shadow. With a deep exhale he steps into the room, his eyes never leaving yours. Every hair on you immediately stands on edge. Your self preservation instincts are screaming at you to run, to flee far from this place. Far from him.
His metallic hand glints in the light as he slowly raises it. A thick plum colored book resting between the fingers. Your bobbing throat is an easy indication of your guilt.
He knew. He knew and he was going to kill you for it.
He stares at you silently. Almost as if he can read every thought racing through your mind. He relaxes his fingers letting the pages of the book tilt forward towards the floor. With a gentle shake paper thin flattened white and purple flowers drift to the floor.
“I never left the porch!” Spills from you too quickly, and far too desperately. It was humiliating to beg for your life, but it was also begging to not be murdered. To not be another smear of blood to adorn his white garments. His only response was unfurling his metal fingers letting the book drop. When the thick tome hit the floor you physically recoiled, your lungs demanding air in a sharp gasp. But still he said nothing. The silence made it worse, with no response the unpredictability of his actions only added to the fear.
He takes a few steps forward taking a deep inhale as he sits on the foot of the bed. The mattress severely dipping under his massive weight. His wide back facing you. Even in his viltrumite garb you could see the outlines of every muscle as if they were carved into marble. His head barely turns towards his right shoulder, his deep voice a low rumble. “Come here..”
That wasnt a question or optional. And by the time your brain registered it, it already felt as if it was too late. You watch his fingers curl inwards to a fist and your body moves almost on its own. You drop the book you were reading to the side as you shakily scoot closer. The act feeling foolish, like dangling fresh meat over a starved lion.
You werent moving fast enough. That much was clear as he reached back, his thick fingers encircling your ankle before he yanks you forward with one swift motion. A small yelp escapes you at the immediate action. He just moved your entire body as if you were nothing. And it was kind of-
“What was the one rule I gave you?..” His voice rolled him like a distant thunder. His eye glancing at you from the side. The large span of his thigh made of pure muscle presses against yours. Your eyes can't help but immediately look to the point of contact.
As much as you tried you couldn't seem to find your words. Every excuse died on your tongue as you sit there opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. You felt just as suffocated as one too.
Again, you took too long.
With a disapproving grunt his hand firmly grabs your wrist. Whatever words you had figured out to say completely left you. But he was no longer looking for your response as he yanks you towards him. Again another yelp slips past your lips as he pulls you over his lap. Your eyes widening at the sudden repositioning. An attempt at pushing yourself up was made but he made a chiding noise as he tightens his grip. Your hips and rear arched up towards him as you lay across his lap. It was embarrassing and terrifying yet the way the plane of his large hand slides up the back of your thigh made you shiver with- anticipation.
Heat flushes your cheeks and you flinch as you feel the tip of his thumb trace the crease between your rear and thigh. His other arm draped over the small of your back keeping you firmly in place across him. His fingers slipping past the loose end of your shorts as he says “I told you to stay in the house..” He emphasizes his point with a firm squeeze of your ass. Your only response is a shaky exhale, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you.
His palm circled the thick flesh, fingers kneading it with near reverence. The shameful wave of desire washing over you as your thighs press together. You hated the throbbing pulse ebbing in your core. His large fingers hook the seam of your shorts pulling the fabric up to expose you. The friction against your heat has you fighting back the almost desperate way your hips want to press into his hand. The cool air on your now exposed cheek does little to cool you down.
“Humans..” He grunted “Never listening to reason..” Before you could react-
Smack
The flat of his hand collides with your flesh in a sharp crack. The contact is an immediate sting as you loose a gasping yelp. Your muscles going taught. The sting lingered, slowly dissolving as each second passes. Your breath near panting with fear. And as if hes taking pity on you, his hand continues their gentle ministrations. His fingers kneading your reddening skin. “No excuse?..” He prompts as his thumb swipes over you “Nothing?..”
Your mouth feels as dry as bone as you hoarsely start “I just-”
Smack
Your words died in a choked cry as he struck you again. And again just as quickly as his hand collided with you, it merely began soothing the area. The pain mixed with the tender relief was a confusing mix of both fear and arousal. Part of you burns with humiliation, especially feeling yourself clench pathetically around nothing. Your core slickening as the thin fabric of your panties began soaking through.
Smack
The noise that left you this time wasn't a shriek but a half mixed moan. As soon as it spilled from your lips your hand immediately covered your mouth, muffling yourself. But it was too late, the short airy huff of a laugh he scoffed proved it. He heard you, and you could feel his sick sense of satisfaction in the way he now groped you. He could read you like a book, and perhaps viltrumites could read minds because then his fingers drag over. His index delving in and hooking under the edge of the thin panels of fabric covering you.
Pulling them to the side his mechanical hand on your side taps against you approvingly. The cool air hitting your heated core makes your thighs press together again. You can practically hear the smirk covering his gnarled teeth as he muses “Thought so..”
Smack
Your eyes squeeze shut as you press your forehead into the mattress. Your breath is shaky and uneven. You felt exposed, utterly vulnerable before him. But not once did you think to him to stop. You wanted more.
“Someones enjoying this..” He hums. His thick thumb slowly dragging over your weeping folds with the barest amount of pressure. You could feel his gaze on your body, feel the way he reveled in how desperate it seemed to be for his touch. The tip of his thumb pressing into your entrance as his touch grows bolder. Teasingly he rocks his hand back and forth just pushing and pulling the tip of his thumb in and out of you. As if he was testing to see how much you could take.
You had seen this man come home every time with a crazed look in his eye, body covered in blood, even sometimes bearing a new scar or two. But the way he was so restrained with you was such a startling juxtaposition.
He pulls his thumb from you before inserting his index finger inside you. You sharply inhale as your walls clench around him. He sighs a satisfactory hum twisting the digit as he slides it along the inside of your plush walls. You're unable to fight the way your hips squirm in his lap and he merely strengthens his grip on your side in response. “Thats it..” He exhales and the small praise makes you clench around him.
You're practically a panting animal across his lap. His finger thrusts into you at a steady pace. Tracing each and every bump and ridge inside of you as if he's trying to commit them to memory. The sticky noise of wetness the only thing you hear besides yourself. The blissful haze of pleasure making you a mewling mess in his hold.
His finger retreats from within you. The loss leaving a disappointing feeling of emptiness in its wake. Your hips pushing back as he slides out trying to maintain some desperate form of contact. He merely laughs cupping your sex rubbing your swollen clit with the tips of his fingers. You sigh a moan as you shamefully grind yourself on his digits. Seeking any form of pleasure.
“Look at you..” He taunts “Fucking yourself on my hand.. As if you deserve it..” His voice was laced with a vitriolic hint of irritation.
But he made no motion to remove his hand. Hed let you continue using his fingers, let you humiliate yourself before him. To watch you give in to basic primal instincts and seek such fleeting bliss. “I- Im sorry-” You stammer, sweat beginning to pool along your scalp as your hot breath bounces from the sheets back to your own skin.
“Sorry she says.” He indignantly laughs before leaning down closer. His heavy body sandwiching you between him and the bed as his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear. His voice barely above a whisper as he speaks “We’ll see about that..”
His hand pulls away from your sex before two of his thick fingers attempt to bully their way inside of you. The burning stretch has you choking out a strained grunt. Legs flailing for purchase, your fingers digging into the mattress as you pant, squealing like a wounded animal. He lightly shushes you as his fingers slow their intrusion. His thumb sliding down stopping at that throbbing bundle of nerves, circling it while adding just enough pressure to make you groan.
His fingers slowly push in slightly making you grit your teeth and tense. As he feels you tense he pauses to give you time to adjust to the girth. But the moment he feels your muscles relax against him he continues. The process was torturously slow and the stretch a burning pain. The only relief was the added pleasure of his attention to your clit.
Closing your eyes you focused on his thumb's movements, focused on the bittersweet sensation. Your walls soon softened around him but he didn't move. The stretch became more bearable as you got used to the size. He made an appraising grunt as he felt you relax. “Go on..” His voice a low rumble as he orders you.
His muscled arm remained locked in its position and you soon gathered what he meant. Slowly you push your hips back slowly impaling yourself on both fingers. His digits reach somewhat impossibly deep within you. Seating yourself on their full length made you hiss but earned you extra attention to your swollen clit and a satisfied hum from him. “Thats it..”
Soon his fingers draw out a little before thrusting them steadily back inwards. His thick fingers dragging along your tight walls. Again and again he repeated this. Slowly pulling his fingers out before slowly pushing them back in. Perhaps it was the lingering edge of fear that prolonged the uncomfortability of his actions. But he doesnt miss the way you tense with each thrust.
He pulls from you fully, your body instantly melting against him. One finger returns filling what once was empty, the soreness ebbing away with each swipe of your clit. “Much better hm?..” He says amused hearing your little soft exhales and moans. His finger curls as he thrusts hitting that perfect spot inside you with each pass. You shudder a cry and his hand on your side clenches you against him tighter as your noises spur him on.
At an almost excited pace he speeds up drawing you nearer and nearer to your pleasure. Your hips rocking in his lap, pushing yourself against him. It's a struggle to keep your legs steady as he buries his finger inside you repeatedly. Your garments soaked in your own juices, far past ruined. His metallic hand reaching over pulling you ass apart to give himself a satisfactory view.
The lewd gesture only adding to the strain of arousal seeping through you. The tightening of pleasure growing in your core has your hips bucking. The overstimulation of him thoroughly working you making every breath an airy cry for more.
And like a bolt of lightning you see white, your hips helplessly flailing in his lap as you seize in his hold. Your choked sobs muffled from your face pressing into the mattress. As you bucked and writhed his grip tightened, a short breathy laugh escaped him as he held you. His fingers continue their brutal pace as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you in a flood of bliss. Your hips grinding into his palm as you ride out that bliss as long as you can.
You needed this. A release from all this tension of living here. Sure youve spent nights with your own hand between your legs but when you were solo, you much preferred something that required a charge. And its not like you could order something or just ask conquest for something. God the thought alone is utterly humiliating. But here you were, muscles spasming in little twitchy jolts of overstimulation.
His flinger slides from you and soon you feel the slick soaked digit join his others as he gropes the cleft of your ass. Soon his hands slide along your sides. His fingers almost perfectly slotting between the empty spaces of your ribcage. “Not done yet sweetheart..” He muses as he pulls your limp body to sit on his lap. Your legs are spent and feeling like jelly as they splay past his large thighs.
His own hand releases his grip as he pulls the zipper from his neck downward. The sight of his chiseled chest sobers you as you swallow nervously. Beautifully sculpted muscles on a man thicker than a barrel. Scars crisscrossed and decorated the skin underneath the silver chest hair. Your eyes following the trail of silver hair downwards before your breath catches.
Fuck…
Conquest smirks reaching between you, his fingers curling around his thick shaft. Carefully he pulls out his hardened cock. Nearly the size of your forearm with a girth that was definitely larger than his two fingers. The head already weeping with precum as he slowly strokes himself. Arousal again grows in you knowing you weren't the only one turned on.
You harshly swallow preparing yourself to be speared on him. Perhaps he would take pity on you and move you himself, you already knew he had the strength to. Your legs shake as you force yourself to kneel. Your hands cautiously reaching up to his shoulders for purchase as you pull yourself upwards.
“No..” He firmly says, making you pause. His hand returns to your hip as he pulls you back down into his lap.
No? Surely that was the point of this was it not? Surely you were-
In an almost jarring gentleness he takes your hand in his. Briefly he studies it, perhaps seeing how slim yours was compared to his, how he made yours look so miniature. He pulls your hand down, wrapping your slim soft fingers around his hardened length. A large gap left between your fingers as they're unable to touch due to his girth. His own fingers soon laying over yours as he guides your grip slowly up and down.
His head tilting back with a deep sigh as he continues to help you stroke in. His length firm and warm in your grasp. Part of you wanted to seat yourself onto it. To feel the bittersweet burn of him stretching you. But if two of his fingers hardly fit, you feel as if you'd just embarrass yourself if you tried. The thought alone was enough to send heat pooling in your core.
He swears as his eyes squeeze shut, his head falling forward again. The sound diverting your attention to his pinched face. Surely someone like him would prefer-
Did he have the same thought?..
Did he not want you to ride him because he knew he wouldn't fit. Was that the purpose of him stretching you earlier? He had realized how uncomfortable you were and switched back to just one finger. And he made a comment earlier, what was it again? Something like ‘you think you deserve it?’ But after he tried stretching your tight cunt he focused purely on getting you off. Was it impatience or was it pity?..
Your hand moves faster along his length. If you cannot ride him, you will repay him with this. His eye shoots open at the increase of speed as he glares at you with a predatory desire. His own hand covering yours grips tighter, increasing the resistance as he continues to guide you. His massive chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Nostrils flared; he keeps his gaze locked on you.
Every now and then his exhale was falter, punctuated by a throaty grunt. He was clearly holding back his own noises. You wished he didnt. You wished to hear every moan and sigh escape him as you stroked his cock. You wished to please him far more than using your meager hand. His jaw clenches as he spits a swear breaking eye contact first. His teeth gritted and baring with every wave of pleasure threatening his restraint. His thighs twitching in resistance underneath you.
In a surprising action his metal hand flies to the back of your head. In an instant your foreheads are pressed against one another making you gasp. His eye finding yours again as he gazes into you. Both of your staggered panting mixing into wanton heat of arousal. His hand tightens around yours as he ushers you to stroke him faster. When your eyes fall to observe the metal hand clenches your hair. “Look at me..” His strained voice demands.
It wasn't dominance that laced his demand, but desperation. His plea strained through the pleasure he's prolonging. You can't help but wonder when was the last time he was touched by someone? Has he taken other humans before? What will happen after you give him this small favor?
Your eyes find his again as you obey his request. His face twitching in barely contained restraint. His chest rapidly heaving in time with his shallow breaths. If your shorts werent already ruined from earlier, they would be now. His eyes twitch as he looses a shuddering breath hissing “fuck..”
You flinch feeling warm spurts of his seed begin to decorate your joined hands. His hand falls from yours but you continue stroking his length milking every last drop from him. His shallow groans of ebbing pleasure only spurring you on. His hips jolting and bucking into your grasp as he rides out this peak of bliss. Your eyes fall to see his spent cock flushed in your palm. Your wrist and forearm mottled by large pearls of his cum. Your eyes widen at the sheer amount. Perhaps this is what makes viltrumites different.
His metallic hand drops from the back of your head to softly resting at the small of your back. You slowly stop your ministrations finally letting go of his length. When your eyes find his again theres a silent look of gratitude in them. His jaw clenched as if he wanted to say something but kept himself restrained. What once was a face of stern cruelty was replaced with an exhausted face of content. His features far softened compared to earlier. Perhaps there was more to this man than that blood soaked viltrumite you so often see.
Your lungs are still catching up to you, slowing your breathing. With the excitement finally over you exhale a huff of a laugh “Can i go to bed now?..”
The campus was always busy around this time of the year. They’ve started to let new people who are interested in attending this semester tour the campus, and it’s always such a pain. Between the people not paying attention in the parking lots, to the random strangers just walking into his room while he’s preparing his coarse because they “thought it was the bathroom” he cant decide what he hates more. Choso queues up in line behind several cars at a light. He tilts his head back on the head rest, relieving some of his daily tension with a long drawn out sigh. The cars tauntingly inch forward hoping for the everlasting light to change.
“what do i even make for dinner tonight..” he mumbles to himself “i think i have some leftover chicken..” The light finally turns green and he begins to drive onward to his route home.
After an agonizing twenty minute drive his house is finally in view on the horizon. The large modern grey stone and stucco house wasn’t hard to miss. The whole ‘modern flat roof house’ wasn’t really his favorite, but the house was a sign on bonus so who’s gonna complain? Choso started working at the college five years ago, and if he’s completely honest he did it as a joke. He had just finished his psychology doctorate and was out celebrating with some friends. After a few drinks someone brought up that he should apply to most, in his words, “up-their-own-ass types of schools!” It wasn’t hard to find, just a quick internet search brought up their website. The next thing he remembers is being woken up by a phone call as he was face down on his apartment couch with a raging hangover. Upon answering it, the man on the other line said the college board has reviewed his resume and was interested in having him join their staff as a professor and asked him to come in for an interview at his earliest convienence. He must’ve said all the right things (or they were really desperate) because they practically instantly hired him, just like that. Out of curiosity Choso did ask why they hired him so quickly, and his interview board just awkwardly exchanged glances between each other before someone answered “The last professor had some.. pressing.. engagements.. and could no longer teach here” It wasn’t until his second year of working here did Choso find out that the ex-professor was actually busted for embezzling from the college and had gotten himself arrested in the process.
The house was quite spacious on the inside, he didn’t really bother getting any new decorations so everything is just that modern minimalist bullshit that’s somehow popular these days. He sets his briefcase on the gaudy granite countertop as he digs through his fridge, pulling out last night's leftovers. He opens the plastic lid, giving it a cautious sniff and furrowing his brow, before placing the tupperware in the microwave and letting it heat up. The low hum of the machine turning his food seems to echo through the excessive “open floor plan”. He leans against the counter rubbing his eyes with his hand “lets see, i need to grade some essays, i really should get some laundry done too” he sighs “maybe grade some more if i-“
His phone dings with a notification, interrupting his train of thought..
*”Queen of Hearts is live!”*
His eyes shoot open “shit!” He quickly turns on his heels and sprints to the living room, overturning pillows and cushions looking for the remote “Goddamnit where is it?!” He yells impatiently. He grabs the throw blanket and shakes it out. The small white remote tumbles onto the couch and choso quickly snatches it and turns on the tv. A circular loading symbol slowly turns clockwise on the screen. “come on!..” He whines before checking out his surroundings real quick and walking over to the windows making sure the curtains are all shut.
Behind him he hears the set of tones the homescreen plays when it finally logs on and quickly whips around jumping over the back of the couch to grab the remote again. Hurriedly scrolling through the streaming options he chooses the pink one named “GCN” He clicks it and the loading screen pops up “girls camera network” slowly pulses on the screen in white text as it loads. Choso kicks off his shoes and claws at his necktie. The homepage loads and he quickly navigates to his subscription and looks for your stream.
“{~*POV stream: Happy wednesday!*~}”
He clicks it and waits for it to buffer for a moment.
“Thanks for the petals pwk76!” You laugh. Choso sighs in relief knowing that he caught you just in time for the chatting portion. Your hairs down today, paired with your characteristic pastel pink face mask to help hide your identity, you sit there slowly spinning side to side in your chair as you read chat.
He opens his phone to the app and begins typing in chat, asking how your day was.
“Oh hey doc you made it! I didn’t see your name when i first started so i was worried haha!” You giggle. “Omg thanks for all the petals! You always spoil me!”
He smiles hearing that. You quickly go on to address the others spamming in chat asking you to start with the session already. Choso tunes the noise out and just watches you. He first started watching camgirls around two years ago, but no one compares to your streams. He wasn’t the only one to think that either, since you’re usually always at the top of the stream leaderboards. Without knowing it, you had become his favorite part of his routine. A very welcomed unwinding session for the stressful work week. He’s been the top donator for the past year and a half, even going as far as dropping over $2k on some streams just to make sure he has a lead. The name “Doc” is in a purple graphic in the corner, a special spot labeled for the top monthly donator.
“Now i think it’s time we get into the stream, how about you guys?” You ask playfully tucking your hair behind your ear. Chat EXPLODES with a resounding agreement. “Okay let me switch cams and we’ll get started!” A title card featuring a little chibi version of you holding a sign reading ‘please wait a moment!’ shows up. Choso leans back into the couch patiently waiting for the stream to resume… Also ignoring the beeping microwave that’s alerting him that his food is done..
The camera cuts back in. It’s set down on the floor angled just upwards enough to fit your body into frame, cutting off your head. “Sorry guys i’ve been playing with the resolution and i think this is the best option, but if you want me fully in frame i could back up..” You read the chat of dozens upon dozens of messages begging you to start. “Wow you guys sure are eager tonight huh?..” You laugh “what if i told you i had a surprise in store?” Reaching off screen you pull over a large flesh colored dildo with a cord attached, sticking the base to the floor right in front of the camera. “Now this isn’t just any toy, this was sent to me by hq to try out. So you guys are getting an exclusive first look at a new product!” You pause to read chat for a second “Oh what does it do? I’m so glad you asked!” You reached forward grasping the base and slowly began tantalizingly pumping your hand up and down. “This here is synched to my stream, and for every bouquet donation the sender has the option to either increase the intensity or shut it off..” Choso swallows harshly, he can already feel his erection begging to be freed from his pants.
“Now let’s get started shall we? i’m gonna turn on text to speak so we can talk to each other~” You stand up and undo your shorts, letting them glide down your legs to the floor. You kick them to the side and begin slowly pulling down your panties and stepping out of them. “some of you guys have told me to sell my underwear and you know what i might do it” You laugh. Chat roared in agreement, numerous desperate men claiming to give you their live savings just for a pair.
Choso nearly comes at the thought of owning a pair of underwear that you used. Twirling the fabric between his fingers as he smothers his face in them. His hands quickly finding their way to his pants button as he hurriedly undoes it, shimmying out of them before kicking the pair to the side.
You kneel over the silicon toy teasing your viewers, slowly rocking your hips side to side, moving your hands around to grope yourself occasionally.
“i don’t know how much longer i can take” a donation reads aloud
You laugh “okay okay! i just can’t help it.. i love seeing you squirm~” You grab a small pink bottle from off to the side. Squeezing some of the clear liquid into your palm before stroking the toy below you. Grabbing the tip of the toy and slowly sliding the smooth head between your folds moaning at the contact. Lining the tip at your entrance you slowly ease your way down the cold silicon shaft. “fuck-“ you hiss leaning back so they have a better view. “the donation sync should-d be on now” you remind chat. You barely even finish your sentence before your body jolts in shock as the toy turns on.
Choso begins palming his still clothed erection as he watches you slowly bounce up and down, rolling your hips on the toy that he so wishes were him. Another donation came in increasing the intensity from the sound of your moans thanking whoever sent it. Choso pulls down his boxers, taking out his throbbing cock, smearing the bead of precum leaking from his swollen tip as begins stroking himself in time with you. Another donation comes in turning the vibration up another level. You chant your thanks as you quicken your movements, driving yourself to your peak.
“i’m almost there~” You cry out “god you make me feel so good~” that familiar tightening sensation begins to quickly build up.
Choso quickly reaches for his phone, typing in chat before tossing it back on the couch with a knowing smirk. He hears his donation being read aloud over the stream “beg for permission..”
The toy turns off ripping you from your ecstasy. “please doc!..” your hand reaches around finding your clit, desperately rubbing small circles into it as you beg “please let me come! please!”
Choso is vigorously pumping himself at the sight of you out of breath and whining for him. Soon someone else donates turning the toy back on and a guttural moan escapes you as you continue spearing yourself on the toy while rubbing circles into your clit. Choso watched enough streams to tell when you were close. You would stop talking as much, too focused on fucking yourself to read anything, your body would involuntarily twitch, and youd always bring at least one hand up to your face. When choso saw the signs he quickly picked up his phone again, sending another donation. “Cum for me..”
“Yes doc!” You cry out as you’re finally pushed over the edge. The built up pressure finally snaps, your legs tremble barely able to hold you up as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. Choso groans “fuck..” as he too reaches his climax, covering his boxers in hot cum. You sit there trying to catch your breath for a second before removing the toy from inside of you, unplugging it and setting it off to the side. Still kneeling in front of the ground camera you say still out of breath “g-good stream guys.. i’m gonna get a drink and i’ll be back real quick..”
The title card interrupts the stream again but after a minute or two it resumes with you at your original desk position again. “That was fun wasn't it? what a cool product, crazy how technology works nowadays” You laugh tossing the silicon toy in your hand. Choso carefully removes his sticky boxers, bunching them up. You sigh “Now i do have some bad news everyone..” Choso quickly focuses his attention to the screen. “I decided i’m going to pursue a college education just to broaden my options in life.. so i’m not sure how busy i’ll be and if i’ll be able to stream as often.. But! i will still post to my patreon! link is on my profile if you’d like to check it out.. Have a good night!” You wave before the stream ends.
Choso feels a slight pang in his chest hearing how you won’t be streaming as often. He turns off the tv and sinks back into the couch letting out a long sigh “ah shit now my dinners cold again..”
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gege said something like either everyone will die and one person will live or one person dies and everyone lives and with how relentless gege is will killing off main people here’s my theory:
nobara is alive and gege is just waiting for everything to calm down before introducing her again, however during the time she’s incapacitated megumi will have killed yuji and either got himself killed in the process or has wounds that are too fatal to survive for long, leaving nobara to wake up to find the two people she loved the most gone.
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reading my explanation for why i love geto and hate gojo... i wrote this at like 4 am the other day when i couldn’t sleep and this is the most convoluted bullshit i’ve ever read fkdhsghdjskahs
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i’m gonna be fighting for my life trynna convince my friends to watch the culling games arc if it ever gets animated
i’ll be over here like: “NO BRO I KNOW THAT THEY ADDED A NEW PERSON AND KILLED THEM OFF EVERY EPISODE SO FAR BUT I SWEAR THEY WONT DO THAT FOR THE WHOLE SEASON BRO”
