#Tips with an Ovulation Calculator

[james-alvarez]

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[satrs]

Say please.

SYNOPSIS. He falls under your control, lost in a messy mix of power, desire, and reckless passion. How far will he let you take him?

TAGS. MDNI! 18+ CONTENT!. unprotected intercourse. subby guys !!! Bréeding. size k!nk(?). a lil' soft in xav's. B job. handjob. guided màsturbation. praising. P job. Bòndage in caleb's. degradation in caleb's. chokíng in caleb's. dirty talk. edging. overstim. nìpple play. riding. Use of "good boy". TEASING. needy/shameless caleb. bratty sylus & rafayel. blindfolding in zayne's. mention of marrige in zayne's ^^.

FEAT. Xavier. Zayne. Rafayel. Sylus. Caleb. xfem!reader

✎ A/N; I'm ovulating so here ya go. D!CK THEM DOWN! D!CK THEM DOWN!. I’ll never beat the gooner allegations Sighhh. Have a nice read and day/night! <3

XAVIER ・❥・Lazybones!?

"You know",

You lean down, brushing your fingers through his golden strands, feeling their silkiness between your fingertips before cupping his face gently, tilting it up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. His lashes flutter, pupils blown wide, his lips parted as a soft, needy whimper escapes him.

“You’re such a lazy boy, Xav’,” you murmur, your voice both teasing and firm. “I think we need to change that, don’t we?”

His breath hitched, his expression betraying just how much he needed this—needed you.

“Y-yes,” he whispers, voice trembling, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was waiting for permission to reach for you. “Please.”

A small, satisfied smile tuggs at your lips.

You lean down, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It's deep but unhurried, your mouth moving against his with a gentleness that belied the control you held over him.

Control you knew he loved.

You let it linger just long enough to leave him breathless before pulling back, a slick line of saliva connecting you both as you relish in the way he let out a soft whine, his body instinctively following, as if seeking more.

His chest rose and fell beneath your touch, his skin warm beneath your fingertips as you trace slow patterns down his torso, mapping the lean lines of his body. You're not in a hurry because, why would you? This is something to be savored.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, Xav'.” you murmur, voice calm but commanding.

His breath hitches again, and he let out the tiniest whimper in protest, his thighs pressing together for a moment before he hesitantly moves his hands. “Baby, please” he mumbles, babbling, even, barely audible, but obeyed nonetheless.

You watch him, every movement, every flicker of expression, your own fingers continuing to trace his skin, teasing, but never quite giving him the relief he sought.

You lean in, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whisper, “Good boy, doing so well for me. Keep going.”

A shiver runs through him at your praise, his breath coming in soft, needy gasps as he follows your instructions. His movements become more eager, more desperate, but you not going to give in just yet. You reach down, your hand ghosting over his, guiding him, controlling the pace, making sure he didn’t rush.

“No need to hurry,” you sooth, voice a soft murmur against his skin. “Want you to feel everything.”

He whimpers at that, head tipping back against the pillows, exposing the elegant curve of his throat as another desperate sound escapes him. The sight's intoxicating.

His Hair splashed onto the pillow in a halo, rosey cheeks evident on his porcelain skin. Shallow breath against the shell of your ear as your fingers just barely trace at the base of his pained cock, pre spurting in need.

Your fingers slide down, intertwining with his, movements slow and calculated. He lets out another needy whine, breath stuttering, his body trembling beneath your touch. You take your time, drawing out every moment, the reapearing schlick schlick, schlick sound of his hurried wrist turning his brain into a mindless goo.

“Look at me, Xav'.”

His heavy-lidded gaze snaps to meet yours, pupils blown, lips trembling as he lets out another quiet plea. “Urghhh, P-please, I need—need you.”

Finally, you position yourself above him, thighs caging his shacking ones inbetween them, guiding his hand away and replacing it with your own.

He lets out a broken sigh, his fingers gripping the sheets as he surrenders completely to your touch. His body's yours to command, every breath, every movement dictated by the unspoken rhythm you set.

Your thumb catches onto his sensitive tip, draaaaging along his leaking slit so tortorously slow, wicked even. “Such a sweet boy,” you murmur, tracing the curve of his jaw before pressing soft kisses down the column of his throat. “So good for me.”

His fingers tremble as they clutch at the sheets, his legs shifting restlessly, breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. Every time your fingers catch onto a prominent vein along his shaft, he let out the most delicate whimpers, his body pliant beneath you.

It's a symphony of desperate need, each note echoing his obedience to you and you only.

You move with patience, savoring every tremor, every breathless gasp that leaves his lips. His body arched instinctively toward you, his moans growing more desperate, more pleading. “Please, pleasepleaseplease—”

You hush him with another kiss, deep and slow, sighing into his mouth as your fingers never cease their careful exploration. “Shhhhh,” you usher against his lips, “just let me take care of you.”

His head lolls back against the pillow, exposing his flushed skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. The soft, whiny sounds that leave him sent a thrill through you, a heady mixture of power and devotion surging in your veins.

Time seemed to slow, stretching each second into something tangible, something euphoric. His every movement, every sound, is an offering to you, a wordless expression of trust and desire. The way he looks at you, eyes glossy with need, lips parted as if searching for the words to beg properly.

It makes your heart race.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” brushing your fingers over his wet, parted lips. He instinctively kisses your fingertips, sloppy, another soft wail slipping from his throat.

He nods, barely able to form words, his body shivering as you continue to toy with him, drawing out his pleasure, making him feel every ounce of what you're giving him. “Only for you,” his, voice breathless, rushed and desperate.

You reward him with another lingering kiss, swallowing his whimpers, fist twisting around his girth with tender control. His hands cling to you weakly, his body pliant beneath your touch.

Every movement, every sound, tells you exactly what he needs, and you give it to him in slow, deliberate jerks, focusing in on his keen crown, drawing out the moment until he's trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

And when you finally allow him release, a deep surrender that leaves him panting beneath you, utterly spent yet completely at peace.

Fingers coated in his white, sticky semen, twitching cock still firmly in your hand as you milk him to the last drop, the lewd whines follwing suit. His fingers weakly reach for you, and you pull him close, letting him sink into your warmth, his soft, satisfied sigh filling the space between you.

“Good job,” pressing a kiss to his temple, you brush damp strands of hair from his face. He nuzzles into your touch, a sleepy, contented hum escaping him as he melts against you.

ZAYNE・❥・ So sensitive!

“My gosh, Zayne,”

you muse, fingers dancing over his glistening skin. Zayne shudders beneath you, his breath shaky as he grips the sheets. The warm glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his flushed form, every inch of him betraying his need.

You’re perched right above him, hips rolling just enough to tease, to keep him on edge. God, he's about to loose his mind.

He’s always so composed, so in control in every other part of his life, but here, with you, he’s wrecked, bare to your mischevous antics.

“Now, now, what’s got you so worked up, hm?” Your voice drips with amusement as you drag your fingers along his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering beneath his skin.

"You know damn well—"

His lips part, but all that comes out is a heavy groan. You smile, leaning down to brush your lips against his jaw before whispering, “You can use your words, can’t you?”

Zayne swallows, hard, hands twitching like he wants to touch you but knows better than to move without permission. “Y-you—” His voice is barely a whisper, so wrecked already.

You tilt your head, “I-I -I what?” you mock him, stern, comanding voice almost startling him if it doesn't only make him grow harder against your tummy.

“You’re teasing me,” he breathes, heavy, piercing gaze of his making you giggle.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement, tracing his jawline before suddenly slipping a silk blindfold over his eyes, his vision going dark.

He inhales sharply, body tensing before melting beneath you. He loves this—loves the way you take away one of his senses, making him focus only on your touch, your words, the warmth of your body against his.

“So sensitive tonight,” you murmur, your fingers dancing lower, tracing his hipbones before ghosting over his eager, angry cock, not quite touching, just enough to make him whine.

He shifts beneath you, trying to get more friction, but you lift yourself just out of reach. “Patience, love.”

"Please." Zayne’s head tilts back against the pillow, a soft sound of frustration escaping him followed by a silent plea, making a smirk dance across your features, running your nails lightly down his chest. “Please what?”

He lets out a small, needy sigh. “Please, my darling wife. T-touch me.”

“Gladly.” you muse, pressing a soft kiss to his throat before finally wrapping your tender fingers around him. His breath stutters, a deep, broken moan slipping past his lips as you stroke him slowly.

His body twitches with each movement, and you can tell he’s already close—so responsive, so beautifully sensitive to every little touch.

“My husband 's doin' such an amazing job,” you whisper against his ear, your voice sending a shiver through him. “Had such a rough day, didn't you?”

“Y-yes,” he gasps, his hips twitching up into your hand.

You reward him with a slow, deep stroke, relishing the way he trembles beneath you. But then you stop, pulling your hand away entirely, leaving him aching.

Zayne lets out a soft whimper, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. “D-darlin'—”

You interrupt him with a light chuckle, dragging your nails down his stomach. “Relaaax. M' gonna take good care of you, yes?"

Before he can even think to answer, a whine slips from his lips as you shift, finally lowering yourself onto his lap, his tip catching your clit, robbing a shriek from you. He shudders violently at the sensation, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you glide along his length, slow, savoring, teasing.

“Feels so good,” you murmur, your hands sliding up his chest as you lose your patience, hand grasping the base of his throbbing cock before you align it to your flexing hole, sloooowly sink down onto him.

Zayne lets out a deep, broken moan, his head falling back against the pillow as you begin to rock your hips at a steady pace, thirsty hips claiming him, leaving him breathless. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting to hold you, to ground himself, but he knows better than to mess this up.

“That’s it,” you praise, rolling your hips just enough to drive him wild. “Taking it so well. C'mon, don't be shy now. Touch me. M' your wife, no?”

His hands finally reach for you, fingers digging into your thighs, his desperation evident in the way he clings to you. You let him have this, let him hold on, because he’s been so good, so obedient.

Breath hitching, his entire body trembling beneath you as his fingers twitch, desperate, in search for your hips now, delicately wrapping them around your waist, careful and wary.

He can feel the blindfold slipping slightly from his face, his intense breath turning him light-headded— he can't do noting but releash in the pleasure of your compressed hole choking him as if you've forgotten he's your husband— as if you wanted to kill him.

“I— I don’t— Can't-"

“You can,” you whisper softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips, a broken whimper from you following suit “You’re doing sooo good, doctor.”

The teasing nickname only adding fuel to his spurting fire, fingers ironclad on your hips, just resting there, trying to give his mind some sense of control despite the barbarous whine of your hips and him barely able to keep up, hell— even to hold on.

The pleasure builds between you, slow and intoxicating, and Zayne is unraveling beneath you, his body shaking, his voice breaking as he gasps your name.

“I have such a sensitive husband, hm?,” you murmur teasing evident in your voice even with his eyes blindfolded, hips rocking against him in a tantalizing, almost selfish way, trailing kisses along his jaw as you guide him toward his release. “C'mon, fill me up.”

And he does.

He lets go with a shuddering cry, his entire body tensing before his cock spurts inside you with greed.

You're pressing soothing kisses to his skin as he comes down from the high, slown rocking of your hips draaaging it out further, thick spurts of cum never ending, his breath still uneven, you coo at him.

You finally remove the blindfold, letting him blink up at you with dazed, glassy eyes.

He looks so beautiful like this—flushed, spent, utterly at your mercy.

“Did so well,” you whisper, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead.

He exhales shakily, his hands still holding onto you. “You’re going to be the death of me, dear” he mutters, voice hoarse.

You laugh softly, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

“Only in the best way.”

RAFAYEL・❥・Watch but don't touch!

"Nuh uhhh. Hands to yourself."

Your bottom lip cages between your teeth at his frustrated whine, eyes closed shut as your delicate hand swats his away.

Kitten licks against his angry cock head make his eyes roll to the very back of his skull, thigh clenching at any slight movement of yours. Teasingly, you blow against his stiff length, giggling at his hip stuttering up into the air.

"N-No fair", he says with such an adorable pout on his handsome face, you almost feel sorry.

Almost.

"M' just having a little fun, don't be a kill joy now", you muse, tongue lolling out with a wicked grin to your face that just screams you're up to no good.

His head falls back against the backrest of the couch with a loud groan once his senses get engulfed by your mouth throating his cock whole, sloppy gagging sounds reapeating over and over again- going on for hours now.

His head hurts.

Your warm mouth and his cockhead prodding at your tight throat with each headbop of yours. But once your hand sneaks under his thigh, goosebumps arising on his skin as you begin to fondle his hefty, cum-filled balls—

He's losing it.

"Urghhh, js' like that, m' gonna—"

A hitched breath gets caught in his throat, hips stuttering up into your mouth. Your hand firmly presses down onto his hip, plastering him still onto the couch so he wouldn't move.

"Do it, I dare you." you spit before resuming to your sloppy assault between his legs.

His head falls back, hand brushing over his face in frustration because he knows it's a threat.

"Please, baby. Pleaseee, pleaseplease, lemme'—"

"I told you. Do it."

His neck falls down, huffy breath hot as he meets your gaze, whining. And he knows what's about to dawn uppon him at the fierce look you shot him.

He knows he's fucked.

"No. Nononono, please don't be such a meanie, cutie. C'monnnn—!"

Your wicked smirk deepens as his chest heaves, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a bowstring about to snap.

His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to grab you, to tangle into your hair and ram into your mouth, but he knows better. He knows the rules you've laid out so cruelly, and the punishment that awaits if he dares to break them.

Hell— if he acts up, he might not be cumming at all tonight.

His cock throbs against your tongue, the weight of it heavy and hot in your mouth as you pull back just enough to flick your tongue over his slit, swirling the tip with slow, deliberate swipes, milking his poor swelling, mushroomy tip to it's limits, leaking pre indicating the brewing storm to soon come.

"Ohhh, baby, babybabybaby—"

Your hand tightens around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make him whimper, his hips desperately seeking the friction you're denying him. You pull off with a lewd pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips to his flushed tip.

"What was that?" You ask innocently, tilting your head, fingers lazily stroking along his length, lewd moisty sounds ringing in his ear making him go dizzy. "Did you say something?"

His jaw clenches, the veins in his neck standing taut as he tries to reign himself in. But he’s losing the battle, his restraint unraveling with every teasing touch, every breathy giggle that escapes your lips.

"Y-You know damn well," he pants, frustrated, his fingers curling into fists on the sheets. "Need it. Need it soooo damn bad, cutie— nghhh!"

"Need what?" You interrupt with a tight head lock of your hand around his cock, sufforcating him, feigning confusion, as you pump him slow, torturous. His head slams back against the couch, almost snaping his neck with the force, a broken groan spilling from his throat.

"Use your words."

His breath shudders. "I need to cum."

"Mmm." You hum, considering. "You know, I don’t think you've earned it yet."

His eyes snap open, dark with desperation. "W-what? H-hahhh— c'mon now! S-stop it, js' fuckin'— godddd—"

Your free hand trails up his abdomen, fingers dancing over the sculpted ridges of his stomach before pressing down against his chest, pinning him in place. His heart hammers beneath your palm, each erratic thump evidence of just how close he is to unraveling.

"You wanna cum so bad?" You coo, leaning in, breath hot against his ear as you pump him faster, the slick sounds of your hand working him over making him whimper. "Then hold it. Don't you dare let go until I say so."

A strangled noise escapes his throat, his body shaking with effort. The need to release is overwhelming, every nerve in his body screaming for that final push over the edge. But he knows you're testing him, dangling his pleasure just out of reach, and he wants, no, needs, to be good for you.

"Ohhh, you're struggling, aren't you? Cute." You purr, dragging your tongue along the length of his swelling cock, reveling in the way his cock jumps in your grasp. "Poor thing, trying so hard."

"F-Fuck, I— I c-can’t—" he stammers, his voice wrecked with restraint, muscles locked in place as his climax hovers agonizingly close. So damn close he can taste it at the tip of his tongue.

Your smirk deepens. "Not yet."

His entire body seizes, his thighs trembling violently as you suddenly stop, your grip loosening entirely. His hips jerk up on instinct, desperately seeking the friction you’ve just denied him.

A choked whine spills from his lips, frustration darkening his gaze as he watches you lean back, tortured cock throbbing with need, reddish tip pulsating angrily, hefty balls squeezing in desperate need of release, you're licking your lips, savoring the taste of him.

"Awww, did you think I was going to let you finish?" You taunt, fingers dancing along his twitching thigh. "How silly of you."

His breath is ragged, cock twitching against his stomach, still leaking, still aching for the release you've stolen from him.

"You look so pretty like this," you muse, tracing idle circles against his hip. "I could do this all night. Over and over."

A shiver runs through him, his pupils blown wide because he knows you're not bluffing.

Your fingers brush over his cock one last time, teasing, just enough to make him shudder before you pull away entirely, standing up with a satisfied smirk.

"Who knows," You stretch, letting him see the full curve of your body as you climb onto his lap, casting him one last teasing glance, before you align his oozing tip to your entrance, pussy clenching around the hefty tip in excitement.

"Maybe you'll get to cum in me. How 's that sound?"

A broken groan escapes him, his hands gripping the couch in frustration. "Yer' evil."

With one last grin you sloooowly sink down on his length, lips caged between your teeth at the tantalizing strech, his hands brushing over his face at the immense pleasure and the sheer frustration of it all.

"And you love it."

Failing in trying to bite back his loud whine, his hips stutter up into yours, fully burying himself into you with one thrust, satisfied sigh rushing from his tense chest.

"I do."

SYLUS・❥・You were saying?

Sylus was a handful— a gorgeous, infuriating handful.

Cocky smirk, sharp tongue, and a tendency to push every single one of your buttons just to see how far he could get. But that was fine because tonight, he was going to learn exactly what happens when he teases too much.

"That's all you got? C'mon sweetie, you can do better than—"

You cut him off with a sharp grind of your hips, dragging yourself along his restrained form. The friction was intoxicating, your clit catching onto his silver happy trail, pulling a sharp moan from your lips.

"You were saying, Sy?" you mock, voice dripping with amusement.

Sylus squirms beneath you, his arms bound to the headboard, wrists tied tight with burgundy silk.

His cock twitches against his stomach, already leaking precum, but you aren't ready to give him what he wants just yet. You savor the sight of him, muscles tense, face twisted in frustration and pleasure.

"C'monnn," he muses, the brat in him still pushing. "I know you can do it."

Your hips never relent, never flatten, keeping a teasing pace that has him groaning, his body desperate for more. The tight clench of your velvet, silky walls around him, caging his crown so tightly in the depth of your pussy. And then—

A whine.

The Sylus just... whined?

You pause just enough to hear the hitch in his breath, the frustrated little sound he makes, like he's about to throw a tantrum. It makes something wicked curl in your stomach.

"Just—h-hahh, just—urghhh— slow down."

A cruel smile tugs at your lips. "Slow down? But didn’t ya' wanna tell me somethin'?" You tilt your head, faux innocence dripping from your voice.

Sylus tugs at the restraints, hips bucking uselessly. "You're driving me insane, sweetheart," he mutters, and you can hear the slightest edge of desperation creeping in.

"Good," you purr. "That means I'm doing a good job."

Oh, he's loving this.

You lean down, your breath ghosting over his throat before you press a lingering kiss there, your tongue flicking against his pulse point. He shivers beneath you, but when he tries to roll his hips up, seeking more friction, you immediately lift yourself off him, denying him entirely.

"C-come back." he gasps, eyes flying open, staring at you in sheer disbelief.

"Did ya' forget who's in charge here?" you coo, running a single finger down his abdomen, stopping just above where he wants you most. "Yer' not the leader of Onychinus when you're such a desperate mess under me, my darling Sy'."

His jaw clenches. "You can’t just—"

"I can do whatever I want."

Your voice is laced with authority, leaving no room for argument and he might bust right there, you're strict words sending more and more blood pumping to his already stiffened cock. "And right now, I think you need to learn some patience."

Sylus huffs, but the way his body trembles betrays his excitement. You trail a teasing hand lower, barely brushing over his cock before pulling away entirely. His frustrated groan sends heat straight to your buttony clit.

"You wanna be a brat, Sy? Then you get to wait."

His head falls back against the pillows, exhaling sharply. "You’re an evil woman."

You hum thoughtfully. "Maybe. But m' your evil woman. Besides," You lean down, eye to eye with those rubies of his, voice barely above a whisper and mere inches away from his moist lips, "you fucking love it."

And judging by the way his body quivers, the way his cock twitches in protest, you know you're absolutely right.

Shifting, you settle between his legs, your hands bracing against his thighs as you slowly press your slick folds against his length—not letting him inside, just rubbing yourself along him, teasing. His breath shudders, head tilting back, arms flexing against the restraints as his hips jerk.

"F-fuckkk," he breathes, voice strained.

"Language, Sylus."

His groan is almost pained, and you can’t help the way your smirk deepens. You drag yourself along his length again, letting your clit catch the head of his cock before rolling back down, watching him squirm beneath you.

"Please," he finally murmurs, voice breathy and wrecked.

"Hmmm?"

His jaw clenches, but the fight is draining from him. "Please, let me feel you."

You press a slow, deliberate kiss to his rosy cheek. "Do you really think you deserve it?"

His frustration bubbles over, his muscles tensing as he tugs at the restraints again. "I—fuck—I'll be good. Just— please."

That’s all you needed to hear.

Finally, you sink down onto him, inch by inch, letting yourself stretch around his length as he groans beneath you.

His head presses back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as a long, desperate moan spills from his lips. His body trembles beneath you, entirely at your mercy.

You waste no time setting a pace that has him unraveling, your hips rolling with practiced precision, walls tightening around him just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. He’s panting, groaning, cursing under his breath, everything, really.

"H-hahh, honey, please—" he chokes out, muscles flexing with restraint.

You grin, knowing he’s barely holding on. "Not yet," you murmur, dragging your nails down his chest. "I’ll tell you when."

His entire body trembles, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you, warning you that he’s so damn close. You clench around him, but keep your pace steady, greedy walls contracting around him, hitching his breath each time, teasing him, holding him on that delicious edge.

You grind your clit against his pelvis, your own pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and your moans start to mix with his. The build-up is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself tipping closer to release.

Fingers finding his nipples, you roll them between your fingertips, drawing a sharp growl from him, soon latching your mouth onto one sensitive bud with a wicked smile, his body arching into yours.

"J-just a little longer," you whisper, voice aswell as your movement stuttering as he rams at your cervix, leaning over him, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Don't give up on — fuck!— on me y-yet."

Those words only worsen his condition as his cock jumps inside you, his moans turn into desperate whimpers, his body tensing beneath you. "I—I can't hold it anymore," he gasps, voice aswell as his confident, dominant facade cracking with need.

"You will." you command, biting down on his earlobe.

Tears threaten to well at the corners of his eyes, his body shaking, every muscle locked in anticipation. You almost feel bad.

Maybe you should cut him some slack.

"Now, Sylus," you finally whisper, voice thick with pleasure, "cum for me."

The command shatters him. His hips jerk as he spills into you with a deep, guttural moan, his entire body wracked with trembling aftershocks. The sensation of him pulsing inside you pushes you over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in waves as you cry out, body clenching around his.

For a moment, all you can hear is heavy breathing, the aftermath of pleasure settling into your limbs. You brush a hand down his chest, soothing him as he slowly comes down, his eyes hazy, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"Told ya you could do better," he murmurs, breathless and wrecked.

You chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss against his jaw. "And I told you I'd put you in your place."

His laugh is soft, spent. "Guess I should nudge you off more often."

You grin, fingers tightening around the restraints still holding him in place. "Careful what you wish for, Sy'. You might not be able to handle it."

"Try me."

CALEB・❥・Lovin' it.

Caleb is a man of discipline, restraint, and quiet devotion, a gentleman in the streets and, well, something else entirely when you have him beneath you like this—fully at your mercy. Wrecked and ruined.

And loving every second of it.

You straddle his waist, watching the way his chest rises and falls, his breaths shallow and desperate. His wrists are tied to the headboard, rope digging deliciously into his milky skin, and his flushed face is a sight to behold.

Disheveled brown hair clings to his sweat-slick forehead, his lips parted as he pants beneath you, his body trembling with overstimulation from the aftermath of his previous orgasm, his sticky semen clinging to your walls.

"P-please, baby. Yer' killin' me here."

Your nails drag down his chest, leaving faint red trails in their wake, your hips still grinding mercilessly against his overstimulated cock, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure he has left to give.

"Oh, come on," you purr, tilting your head as you roll your hips with slow, deliberate intent, hand forcefully pushing him down onto the bed.

"You're being a fuckin' liar. You love it. Just look at yourself."

His head tilts back against the pillow, exposing the elegant column of his throat as a broken groan spills from his lips. His body twitches, trembling, and his bound hands flex, fingers curling as though searching for something to hold onto.

Oh yeah, you’ve got him.

"You like being used like this, don’t you, Caleb?" you continue, dragging your fingers up his throat, thumb pressing into the side of his jaw just enough to make his breath hitch. "Like my own personal toy."

His entire body jerks beneath you, another wrecked sound slipping from his lips. The way he responds so beautifully to every single thing you do is intoxicating, so lovestruck and utterly in love with you, falling victim to each of your antics, making the heat in your belly burn hotter, the wetness between your thighs even slicker—if that's even possible.

"Fuckin' perv," you murmur, your grip on his throat tightening just enough to make his pulse quicken. "All spread out for me, taking everything I give you, hm?"

A strangled whimper escapes him, his hips bucking helplessly. His cock twitches inside you, still sensitive, still aching, but he’s at your mercy. There’s nothing he can do but take it.

"S’too much," he slurs, voice thick with pleasure, his body trembling with each roll of your hips. "I—fuck, I can't—"

"Can't what?" you taunt, your free hand moving to tug lightly at his nipple, relishing the way his breath stutters. "Can't handle how good I make you feel?" You tighten your grip around his throat, just enough to make him whimper. "I think you can. I think you fucking love it."

His moans are nothing short of sinful, his body arching into you as if begging for more despite his protests. His flushed chest rises and falls, his bound wrists struggling against the silk restraints, but there's no real fight left in him.

He’s too far gone, drunk on the sensation of you using him like this, taking what you need over and over again, he can barely count how many times he's spurted weak shots of his cum into you. But he can't have enough. He wants more.

"Look at you," you coo, easing the grip on his throat only to drag your fingers down his jaw, thumb tracing his bottom lip. "So desperate. So needy. And you call yourself a gentleman?"

His eyes flutter open, glassy and desperate. "M'—nghhh!, m' a gentleman—"

You let out a cruel little laugh. "Not right now. Right now, you’re just a needy, pathetic mess."

He groans, the sound dissolving into something dangerously close to a sob when you shift your hips, grinding your clit against him, drawing another pulse of pleasure from his already overstimulated cock.

"I—baby—" he gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he trembles. "I'm gonna—"

"Gonna cum?" Your voice is firm, commanding, and his entire body stiffens, obeying instinctively. "You're gonna pump me full like a good boy, hm?"

His breath shudders, his fingers clenching into tight fists. "Y-yeah. Yes. Fuck! Yesyesyes. M' yer' g-good boy. All yers'."

"Mhmmm. All mine. My sweet boy."

The praise alone makes his cock twitch, balls swelling, and you smirk, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his throat before biting down just enough to make him whimper.

"Js' a little longer, mkay?"

He moans again, his entire body thrumming with desperation.

"I bet you’d let me keep you like this all night, wouldn’t you?"

He lets out a broken, gasping sound, barely able to speak. "Yes—fuck! — yes, please. Pleasepleaseplease use me. All of me. I—"

You keep riding him, gyrating your hips against his in harsh rams, watching as he grows more desperate, thighs trembling beneath you, his moans turning into pleading little whimpers.

"Please, pips," he finally gasps, his voice barely above a breath. "Please let me cum. I'll be good. Gonna- fuh-fuckkkk! Gonna take it. M' yer' good boy, right?"

Your fingers tighten around his throat again, your other hand reaching down to trail across his chest, biting back a moan as his cock smooches your womb with his twitch alone. "You wanna cum, Caleb?"

"Yesyesyes- Wanna- need ta'," he whines, his entire body tense, voice cracking under the weight of his desperation, hands scrambling against the tight rope around his wrist. "Please—please, I need it, I need you."

"You need me?" You smirk, dragging your nails down his chest again. "Yeah, I know you do. Look at you, fuckin' ruined. It's almost p-pathetic, really."

You're right there with him, your own climax coiling hot and tight in your stomach, and you lean down, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "Cum for me, Caleb. Fill me up real good, yeah?"

The command is all it takes to break him.

His entire body tenses, back arching off the bed as he spills thin spurts of weak cum inside you with a deep, shuddering moan, his bound hands flexing uselessly above his head, almost ripping the headboard with his sheer strength.

The feeling of him cumming, the heat, the pulse of him inside you sends you over the edge, your own release crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your walls clench around him, milking him for everything he has left, and your own moans mix with his, filling the air with the sound of bliss and ruin.

When you finally regain your senses, you glance down at him, watching the way his chest still rises and falls in heavy pants, his golden hair sticking messily to his forehead. His wrists are red from pulling against the restraints, lips swollen from where he's bitten into them.

You smirk, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "See? You can handle it."

His breathy little laugh is hoarse, his voice completely shot, tugging at the rope binding his hands. "D-don't know if I can survive another round, pips."

You grin, trailing your fingers over his chest, feeling the aftershocks still running through his body.

"Guess we’ll have to find out."

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[bootycallin]

Mizu x FEM!bratty!reader with this concept? Mizu's strap is so, so deep inside and she makes reader say how good she's feeling but every time reader opens her mouth, Mizu's hips gives a sharp, deep thrust that makes reader words turn into a pathetic cry, not letting reader even talk. that’s when Mizu grabs reader face and say “i told you to talk. real words, honey. or else i’ll stop fucking you.” enjoying watching us struggle <3

this is my comeback. cw: smut. wlw. sough rex. strap usage (r! receiving). squirting. pussy smacking? strap referred to as dick bc. hard dom! mizu. mating press. overstim. cervix fucking ig. she’s tryna rearrange your guts and that’s it. not proofread.

a/n: don’t personally like rough rough sex for mizu but this is my exception (im ovulating and need her to breed me NEOW)

>> NSFW UTC.

she expects you to talk.

she somehow expects you to talk while giving you the deepest fucking thrusts you’ve ever received. she expects you to talk while the tip of her cock repeatedly smashes against your cervix. while she’s rearranging your guts with her dick. and oh, does she expect that.

“feel good, huh?” a sly look on her face, a lean hand pressed on your lower stomach. she can feel the bulge of her tip poking through your tummy, and fuck if it doesn’t turn her on. she could spend the entire night just filling you up with her cock. your eyes are screwed shut, legs helplessly kicking and twitching, held open by her hands. you don’t know how long she’s been pounding you, but good god damn it feels like hours.

“speak.” she demands with yet another cruel thrust, your puffy, sensitive clit pressed against her pelvis. her movements are calculated, all from the way she grabs your cheeks and squeezes your face to how she grinds against you, sharp, deep thrusts turned into forceful grinding you can feel in your womb—you swear she’s trying to drill you open.

“mizu!” you whine, uselessly, one free leg moving. your foot is on her thigh, uselessly trying to push her away, to get some respite. keyword: uselessly. it does nothing. she lets go of your face only to hook the limb over her shoulder, back of your knee on the curve of the muscled area.

“i said, speak.”

she doesn’t stop. not for a second. she just keeps thrusting. a melody around the room, smacks, skin against skin and your loud moans and whines and begging her to give you a break. she doesn’t give it to you. you both know better. you both know you don’t want her to stop.

“been teasing me all fuckin’ day. acting like a slut. whispering to me how bad you wanted me,” she hissed, cloying hand caressing you starkly sweetly. you barely notice it at first, how she slows down until she’s barely even moving, settling for rotating her hips slowly. you whine at the lost of friction, of pleasure, crying out.

“guess you don’t want it that bad, hm?”

“no!” you whined, looking up at her. how she loved to see your angelic face, all red and teary-eyed. an absolute wreck. the wreck she made.

“hm? what’s that?” she wedges the girth of her cock into your cunt, moving her hips slowly, stretching you open all too gently for her previous actions.

“pleaseee…” you started, and she knows she’s got all that she’s been wanting.

“please, please, please, mizu! pleaseee,” you whined, hands that were previously clawing hard enough at the bedsheets to rip now reaching for her arms, gripping her biceps and up until your arms were around her. bringing her closer, her smug face inches from yours.

“please. please, fuck, feel so good, please…” hips moving on their own accord, you thrusted weakly against her, forcing your body up to fuck against her cock. her eyes drifted down to your saturated cunt, wet, sloppy noises were all she could hear.

“pussy’s always been louder, hm?”

she leans forward, practically folding you like a lawn chair, forcing you into a mating press. of course, mizu was a fairly lean woman, but what was there of her weight was pure muscle. she had no issue manhandling you into whatever position.

back into the initial pace, she all but jackhammered into you, her free hand slipped between either bodies, just to smack repeatedly at your clit. sharp, resounding slaps. the bundle of nerves twitches helplessly, sensitive and raw as you orgasm for what felt like the umpteenth time this night in a matter of seconds—harsh, head tilted back. your vision all but went null, as you squirt all over the girth of her cock, nails dragging down her back, dampening on her lower abdomen and the sheets and honestly everywhere.

it was just one of those nights.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

⋆ ˚｡𖦹. raw + deep w/ raymond smith +18 fem!reader. mdni !! WARNINGS. porn without plot, general filth, an ovulating writer at the time of writing it

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With Ray, carnal needs were fulfilled ardently. Every single possible need gets taken care of thoroughly, wants small and large. It doesn’t matter.

Your sweaty, sticky back squirms against the mattress with Ray situated above, weight anchored on hands just below your armpits. The backs of your knees are hooked around his forearms, the position allowing him to reach impossibly deeper inside you. 

The rhythm of his hips is slow, yet precise. Each roll calculated and thought-out despite the languid pace making you think otherwise. It’s like he matches every wind of his cock to the low tempo hum of the vinyl music playing. The volume is quiet, but just loud enough to be heard over your blissed noises and slight creak of the bedframe. 

Vehement thrusts grow the slightest bit closer together though his body continues to roll into yours unaltered, bodies moving in synchronised waves against his high quality silk sheets. 

He lowers, eager to meet your mouth again. His arms bend with the shift in weight and your legs move with the motion — hips lifting and cunt opening further. Your breathing grows staggered, hot air caught in your throat from the sheer depth of his dick. Well-endowed cock imprinting its large shape inside you, preemptively making its mark with pain budding in the pit of your stomach.

Ray presses his lips to yours and swallows your hiccupy moan, sucking the lewd noise from you with a slow, sloppy kiss — tongue lingering on yours for a moment more than necessary. He adjusts above you once more and releases one of your legs from its hooked position on his arm. And with its restriction removed, he brings said hand to your side, palm gliding upwards until it sits under one of your tits. 

His gaze flickers down from your mouth and to the ever so delicious sight at hand, rather literally. He gives it a firm squeeze, and he pairs the pulse-like knead with a particularly snappy roll of the hips, the act making your tit jitter in his hand. Following jagged intakes of air making either breast begin to twitch.

He lowers his face to your chest and he lifts your boob, guiding it to be in line with his mouth. And when Ray’s finally close enough, his lips are wrapping around your pebbled nipple, beard ticking at the underside of it; giving it a slither of attention as he keeps up the rhythm of the fervid dicking he’s giving you. 

You latch your now non-hooked leg to his side, holding him snug to you while you lower a hand to Ray between your chest. You place a keen palm on the back of his head, fingers raking through his dirty blonde hair like it was an effort to keep him there.

The kisses and suckles to your breast subside and he pulls himself away, lining his face back with yours again. His neck grows slack and his forehead rests against yours, the tips of your noses bumping together with the slow, systematic fucking. 

“You’re so deep,” you cry out, voice whiney — almost bordering on pathetic. “I love it.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he coos soft and low, lips ghosting yours as he mutters against them. “I know you do.”

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editing this made me irrationally angry idk why. literally couldn't concrete??? WEIRD

[guiasmaternos]

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[mjonthetrack]

halfway

91 -

Cassian raised a brow as Lord Cochran, crimson-faced and blustering near the perimeter of the reception floor, made an animated show of patting his pockets and grumbling to a nearby footman. The poor man looked one twitch away from panic.

Selah watched the display with mild interest, tilting her head as Cochran’s voice grew louder. “Have you seen a small gold tin—Belgian, limited edition—there were four left, I counted—”

She turned to Cassian with a deadpan look. “Four? Greedy cow,” she muttered under her breath.

Their fingers were still entwined beneath the table, idle thumbs brushing, tethering them with a connection invisible to everyone else. Like always.

Cassian gave her a look that teetered between amused and scolding.

They both shrugged innocently at the Queen Mother’s questioning glance from across the ballroom—twin expressions of aristocratic confusion and cherubic denial.

Selah leaned in slightly, her shoulder brushing his as she reached for the crystal glass closest to him, assuming it was hers. She took a sip—then froze.

Her brows knit instantly. Something flickered behind her eyes.

Slow. Calculating.

She turned to him, voice hushed and clipped.

“Don’t drink that.”

Cassian stilled, surprised by the shift in her tone.

She leaned in more, head tilted slightly toward his ear. “Melon. It’s in the glass. Barely, but I can taste it.”

Cassian’s jaw locked. Melon. He was severely allergic.

Her hand didn’t move from his, but her free one subtly lifted another glass—the one she’d already tasted from.

“Take mine. Just champagne. Keep it smooth,” she murmured. “It could be an accident... but if it’s not, someone’s royally fucked up. Or they’re trying to send a message.”

He followed her cue effortlessly, taking the correct glass from her hand and sipping like nothing had happened—public poise not even flickering. His other hand squeezed hers once beneath the table, the gesture silent but loud with understanding.

“Thanks,” he murmured quietly.

Selah leaned back slightly with a small smile, her gaze still flicking across the crowd like a cat among doves.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, dabbing her lips. “Just don’t die. I just got you.”

92 -

As the ballroom cleared of tiaras and glittering etiquette, Selah and Cassian did their part with regal smiles and perfectly measured farewells. Selah bowed her head graciously to the Queen of Sweden, offered a practiced, poised curtsy to King Henrik, and even managed to thank the foreign ministers for the “warmth of their reception.”

Cassian, as always, did the charming prince bit to perfection—respectful, commanding, statuesque. But beneath it, Selah could see the tension in his jaw, the occasional flick of his eyes scanning for her like a compass needle set permanently in her direction.

Only once they were escorted toward their sleek black royal car—trailing ahead of the Queen Mother, who lingered with Britain’s own lords and the exhausted noble court—did the masks drop.

The moment the door closed behind them and the world dulled to tinted glass and quiet hums, Selah let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a death rattle.

“Bloody hell that was a show,” she muttered, kicking her heels off with the violent glee of a woman freed from a torture device. “What a boring excuse for diplomacy. I must’ve been asked around nine times how my womb fares.”

Cassian barked a laugh, already loosening the top buttons of his shirt like his very skin was tired of royal presentation. “Did you offer them a schedule of your ovulation window?”

She gave him a flat look. “I told Countess Ellsworth it only flowers under extreme emotional duress and really good chocolate. She didn’t laugh.”

“She doesn’t have a uterus anymore. She sold it for a horse in the sixties.”

Selah snorted, tipping her head back against the plush seat. “God, I hate this car. Smells like monarchy.”

Cassian glanced sideways, a lazy smile playing at the edge of his mouth. “You like the part where you slipped chocolates into a diplomatic reception and took a possible assassination attempt in stride.”

She shrugged, curling her feet up beneath her and reaching for a bottled water. “Some girls flirt with hair flips. I bring contraband and save royal lives.”

His fingers brushed hers as she passed him the bottle.

“Your womb’s not the only thing in high demand,” he murmured, voice low and almost teasing.

She cracked open the bottle, smirking behind the cap. “Get in line, Montrose. You’re just first because you kidnapped me.”

93 -

Cassian shut the door behind them with a soft click, locking out the palace’s noise, the scrutiny, and the sharp edge of duty that always followed them. The stillness of his chambers felt like a balm, the kind he hadn’t let himself reach for in years.

Selah was already halfway to the bathroom, barefoot and muttering about citrus. He heard the faucet run, the shuffle of her heels being kicked aside, then her voice echo from the sink.

“There. Easy peasy.”

He smiled faintly, unbuttoning the stiff collar of his shirt, shoulders aching from the tension he hadn’t noticed he’d carried all day. His tie hung loose around his neck as he stepped into the soft pools of sunlight stretching across the floor.

She emerged moments later barefoot and radiant in a soft sundress, the cotton fluttering around her legs like something out of a daydream. No bra, no pretense. Just Selah. Free, unfiltered. His.

And his breath caught.

She crossed to him like it was the most natural thing in the world and reached for his tie, nimble fingers working the silk loose with ease and familiarity. The scent of her perfume lingered on his collar, grounding him. God, she was just here. After everything.

“They didn’t expect you to check,” she said, voice calm but laced with something colder beneath. “They assumed you’d drink it without question. That no one would notice.”

He searched her face, jaw tight as she focused on the knot in his tie.

Cassian reached up, gently taking her wrist in his. “That wasn’t an accident, was it?”

Selah looked up, eyes narrowing slightly. “No.”

Something in him coiled, hot and protective.

He let go of her hand and stepped back just enough to strip the shirt from his body and toss it aside, the afternoon light catching the lines of his back as he moved. His voice was low, edged with steel now.

“Whoever did it either thought I was stupid,” he muttered, “or they were betting on me being distracted by you.”

“You’re often distracted by me,” she teased, folding his shirt over the arm of a chair, but her tone didn’t mask the undertone of worry.

“Not enough to die for it,” he said flatly, eyes lifting to hers. “But if they’d used something slower... something without smell or taste…”

He shook his head, ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t want you anywhere near the fallout of this.”

She stepped closer, palms pressing to his chest. “Too bad, Montrose. I’m already in it. This is my mess too.”

Cassian let his forehead fall to hers, exhaling. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” she said, kissing the corner of his mouth, “but I’m still here, so suck it up.”

He chuckled, soft and ragged. “How do you want it handled?”

She tilted her head, thoughtful. “Quietly. For now. But thoroughly. Whoever tried to poison the future King of England isn’t walking away from this.”

Cassian nodded once. “I’ll talk to Grayson. And Cromwell. This doesn’t leave our circle unless I say so.”

Her eyes searched his, and something tender passed between them. Not panic. Not anger. Just shared resolve.

She took his hand and tugged him toward the couch, and Cassian followed without question, letting her fold into him. For a moment, there was nothing but her weight against him, the warmth of her bare skin pressed to his side, and the silence of a room where—for once—he wasn’t alone.

He looked down at her. At the curve of her shoulder, the pulse point on her neck, the way her legs curled beneath her sundress like she was finally safe enough to rest.

“You stayed,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Her fingers found his. Interlaced.

“Don’t read into it,” she mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. “I just really like this couch.”

But she didn’t move. And neither did he.

94 -

Cassian watched her with something that was far too close to reverence. She yawned—sleepy, unbothered, unguarded—and he could’ve sworn the ceiling cracked with how fast his heart clenched.

“Don’t suppose we can be greedy,” she murmured, voice thick with exhaustion, “and take a nap before we’re paraded into the next event like the prize pony breeding pair?”

He laughed under his breath—warm, real—and leaned against the doorframe just to catch his breath. She was already peeling that sundress off, arms stretching up in the sunlight like a cat too spoiled to care.

And then she was just in those damn silk panties—his downfall, his ruin—padding across the marble barefoot and careless, like she hadn’t just nearly unraveled the world with her bare hands and a mouth that didn’t know mercy.

She flopped onto the massive bed face-first, limbs splaying out like she’d been resisting gravity all day and it finally won.

Cassian’s breath left him in a soft exhale.

“God help me,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before following her.

She didn’t lift her head as she groaned into the mattress, “Get in this bed or I’m telling the press your feet smell like peasantry.”

“Oh, you wound me.”

“Don’t tempt me, Montrose. I’m armed with attitude and your press profile.”

He smirked, finally crawling onto the bed beside her, bare chest brushing the smooth sheets as he slid in behind her, fitting himself to her body like muscle memory. She was still on her stomach, head turned toward him, her cheek pressed to the pillow, eyes barely open.

Cassian leaned in and brushed a kiss against her shoulder blade, trailing one across the top of her spine. She made a soft noise of approval, something between a hum and a sigh, and wriggled closer like he was a heat source and she was freezing.

“You’re tired,” he murmured.

“Mmm. I had to be charming today. That shit’s exhausting.”

He laughed, low and fond. “You were more than charming.”

“I smiled through nine comments about my fertility and three backhanded compliments on how ‘impressive’ I was for a commoner. I deserve a nap, a crown, and probably a Nobel Peace Prize.”

Cassian nuzzled into her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo—jasmine and citrus and Selah—settle into his lungs.

“You can have whatever you want,” he said quietly.

She didn’t respond, but her hand slid back, searching until it found his thigh, her fingers resting just above his knee in a lazy claim.

A beat.

Then another.

The sun crept further across the floor. Outside the palace, the world spun on. But inside these four walls, Cassian curled his body around the woman who stayed. Who chose to stay. And who, somehow, still didn’t know she’d always been his choice too.

Even if the crown burned for it.

Even if the kingdom never forgave him.

He’d still choose her.

Every time.

95 -

The palace was quiet—too quiet, almost—but for once, Cassian didn’t care. Not about the silence, not about the endless world of expectations waiting outside the heavy doors of his chambers.

Not when she was here.

Selah had already slipped into sleep, her breath steady against his collarbone, her bare legs tangled with his under the sheets like gravity itself was conspiring to keep her close. Her arm was slung across his chest, palm splayed where his heart thudded like it knew her name. Like it had always known.

And his own arms—strong, instinctive, still marked with faint crescent moons from her fingernails the night before—wrapped around her without hesitation. Possessive. Protective. Reverent.

Cassian couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt peace like this. If ever.

The weight of her was grounding, anchoring. She smelled like expensive conditioner and sun-warmed skin and something he couldn’t name but would chase into death if it meant he could breathe it forever. Her fingers twitched in her sleep, like she was still reaching for him even in her dreams, and something raw and aching bloomed behind his ribs.

He kissed her forehead softly, not even sure she’d feel it, and whispered, “I love you.”

It wasn’t loud or dramatic or performed.

It was just… truth.

And maybe it wasn’t the first time he’d said it—maybe it wouldn’t be the last. But this was the first time it had slipped out in a moment that felt like this. Stillness. Sunlight. Skin. Safety.

She shifted slightly, sighing in her sleep as if she heard him anyway, and burrowed even closer, her nose brushing his neck, her breath featherlight and sweet from the toothpaste she’d furiously scrubbed minutes ago.

Cassian blinked slowly, sleep tugging at him.

He could still feel the world outside the door—parliament, tabloids, duty, deception—but it all felt muffled here. Distant. Like someone else’s nightmare.

Here, wrapped up in her, the war didn’t matter.

Here, she was real. His.

Here, he could rest.

So he did. Eyes fluttering shut, body melting into the sheets and the woman who knew how to dismantle him with a look and piece him back together in a kiss. He fell asleep with her name in his mouth and his future in his arms.

Let the kingdom wait.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

96 -

“Mmm… baby. Cas…”

Selah’s voice was a low, lazy murmur as she stirred, blinking the sleep from her eyes and frowning at the low rumble of her stomach. She’d been warm. She’d been wrapped up in him like a lazy cat in sunbeams, but now all she could think about was chips, fried something, and maybe a pint.

Her gaze shifted upward.

Cassian was still asleep—bare-chested, golden in the afternoon light, his face relaxed in a way that was criminally rare. His lashes cast soft shadows, and his lips were parted slightly like he was still lost in the echo of her name.

She groaned quietly.

“Ugh. Of course you’re gorgeous and unconscious.”

Her stomach growled again.

And she was not about to suffer alone.

Selah shifted carefully, sheets rustling as she climbed up and straddled his hips. His hands didn’t move—still wrapped around her in sleep—but a soft noise escaped him, halfway between a hum and a sigh, when she leaned down and started pressing light kisses to his mouth.

“Cassian,” she murmured between kisses. “Wake up, baby. I want pub food. I want fries and curry sauce. I want a ridiculous pint and maybe a meat pie I won’t finish.”

He didn’t stir.

She huffed and kissed him harder. Again. And again. Her lips brushed across his, playful and relentless, and she smiled as she added, “I’ll even let you pretend to be a commoner and feed me chips off your fork.”

Still no reaction.

“Oh, come on, Montrose.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth this time. Then the other. Then pressed her lips to his again with a little more pressure—this one lingering, deliberate. Her hips settled heavier against his as she tried to coax him awake by sheer willpower and brattiness.

Cassian groaned lowly beneath her—but it wasn’t quite conscious.

She grinned against his mouth.

“Oh? Got your attention, did I?”

97 -

Selah groaned dramatically, flopping forward against his chest, her cheek pressed over his heart. Still fast asleep. Still unfairly beautiful in that annoying royal sort of way—like if a Greek statue decided to look extra edible on a Sunday afternoon.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, pushing herself upright again. “This is what I get for letting you wreck my pelvic alignment and fall asleep like a satisfied Victorian husband.”

And then her stomach growled. Loudly.

“Oh for—” She rocked her hips against his lazily, experimentally, hands braced on his chest as she glared down at him like he’d personally offended her.

Still nothing. Just a sleepy, possessive groan as his arms tightened faintly around her waist like his body refused to let go even in unconsciousness.

“Oh no, Montrose, you don’t get to cling to me and ignore my suffering.”

Selah leaned down again, this time pressing open-mouthed kisses along his throat, dragging her lips slowly from the base of his neck up toward the sharp edge of his jaw. She felt him twitch under her, just slightly, as her breath ghosted over his ear.

“Cassian,” she whispered, nibbling at his jawline, “I am hungry. Wake up or I swear I’ll go to the pub by myself and eat your portion too.”

She rocked her hips again with a little more bite, smirking as she felt his body respond—slow, instinctual, and telling.

Another groan. A hand flexed against her hip.

“There he is,” she murmured, her voice practically a purr. “Wake up, your future wife demands curry chips and your undivided attention.”

98 -

Selah shifted on top of him, already annoyed and borderline feral. She huffed against his mouth, hands braced on his chest as she rolled her hips again—slow at first, almost teasing. But it wasn’t working. Not fast enough.

So she changed pace—grinding down unevenly, like frustration could be a rhythm. And maybe it was. Because she was irritated and hungry and warm all over again, and he was just laying there, gorgeous and useless and apparently immune to her seduction tactics.

Her lips found his again, soft at first—pressing little kisses like punctuation. One on the corner of his mouth. One right in the center. Another. Another. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake—”

And then she moaned. Dammit.

It just slipped out, breathy and bitten off as she moved too hard against the thickness pressing up between her thighs. It was instinct, reaction—Cassian, even unconscious, was reacting to her. And now she was spiraling.

“Ugh,” she muttered, resting her forehead against his. “This is a hostage situation. I am being held emotionally and hormonally hostage by your sleeping royal ass.”

She ground down again, slower this time, and her breath hitched. Her body was fully betraying her now, melting against him. Her panties weren’t helping. Hunger had officially taken a back seat to the heat curling low in her gut.

“I swear to God, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to make a mess on you out of spite,” she whispered darkly against his lips. “Then I’m eating all the hashbrowns without you.”

99 -

Cassian was out cold. Sprawled like a king on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped lazily where she'd been laying. He looked entirely unbothered by the chaos of the monarchy, the soft rumple of the sheets, or the fact that Selah Marlowe—naked save for the clingy silk panties from earlier—was currently straddling him like a woman on a warpath.

“Cassian,” she whispered at first, voice rough with sleep. No answer.

She huffed, sitting heavier on his hips, her fingers pushing his curls off his forehead as she leaned down and kissed his lips. Once. Then again. A third time with purpose.

Still no dice.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me work for it?” she grumbled, lips dragging down the curve of his jaw, her hips rocking slowly in frustration. “I’m starving, Montrose. Pub food. Hashbrowns. Guinness. Fried things. You’re denying me all of it.”

Still nothing—except maybe the twitch of his mouth.

Selah narrowed her eyes, shifted lower, and kissed the hollow of his throat, her hands splayed over his chest, using his sternum as leverage. Her hips moved with more urgency now, grinding down just a bit harder.

And that’s when she heard it—a choked sound. Low and primal from deep in his chest.

Cassian’s eyes cracked open, lashes heavy, pupils slow to adjust to the late afternoon light. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice ruined with sleep. “Is this how you wake a man from the dead?”

“Only if said man is being a lazy, royal pain in my ass,” she replied without missing a beat, dragging her mouth over his again.

He groaned, his hands finally joining the party—sliding up her thighs, gripping her hips as his head fell back onto the pillow. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“You’ll die happy.”

He laughed. A real, husky, heady laugh that made her stomach flip.

But then—his grip tightened, and in one swift motion, Cassian flipped them. Selah landed on her back with a surprised gasp, her hair splaying out like a halo on the pillows.

“You were saying something about food?” he asked, hovering over her now, face inches from hers, voice low and mischievous.

“Yes. I was saying I wanted it. And now you’re distracting me with abs and testosterone and some ridiculous royal body flip.”

Cassian ducked to kiss her, slow and indulgent, one hand tangling in her hair. “You started it.”

“You didn’t have to finish it.”

“Too late.”

His lips trailed down her neck, over her chest, until she shoved at his shoulder with a laugh. “Stop, you absolute menace—I need a burger, not another orgasm.”

He grinned against her skin, dragging his nose up the side of her throat. “I’m starting to think I should file a formal complaint. You wake me up like that and then deny me the right to follow through?”

Selah rolled her eyes and smacked his ass. “Get your royal buns up. We’re going out. You owe me chips and a pint and a booth where no one can see up my skirt.”

Cassian collapsed beside her, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You’re not real.”

She grinned, rolling over and biting his shoulder gently. “You’re lucky I didn’t rob you in your sleep.”

He turned to look at her, smitten and smiling, completely tangled in her presence like he’d forgotten what life felt like before she’d climbed back into his world. “Don’t tempt me to marry you on the way to the pub.”

“Cam,” she warned, fingers brushing his jaw. “I will seduce you and take you for all your hashbrowns. Don’t test me.”

“I’m already tested,” he murmured, kissing her again, slower this time. “And failed. Miserably.”

“Good,” she said, pulling the sheets off them. “Now get dressed. Your duchess is hungry and she bites.”

Cassian just smiled, rolling out of bed to follow her to the closet, already reaching for one of his comfy hoodies. “And yet somehow, I still prefer you over everything else.”

“Even over Parliament?”

He looked her up and down—barefoot, mussed curls, his hoodie now in her hands.

“Especially over Parliament.”

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Selah stopped dead in her tracks—halfway to the closet, hoodie clutched in one hand, hair wild, legs bare, and heart thudding far too loud for a woman on a mission for greasy pub food.

Then she spun on her heel and snapped, “Okay—no. Wait. I take it back. This first—then the food.”

Cassian had barely turned around before she launched herself at him like a woman possessed, wrapping her legs around his waist and crashing her mouth to his with a kiss that knocked the air from both their lungs.

His hands caught her easily—years of instinct, memory, and muscle memory surging to life—as he stumbled back a step and groaned into her mouth. “Selah—”

But she was already in it—already tugging at his hair and devouring his mouth like it was the five-star entrée and the pub was the side dish.

Cassian caught her under the thighs, fingers gripping tight, walking them backward until her back hit the nearest wall with a soft thud. He kissed her like a man trying to memorize the taste of her all over again, and again, and again.

“This what hunger does to you?” he breathed, his voice ragged, forehead pressed to hers.

She bit his bottom lip gently and grinned. “This what napping beside me does to you?”

He didn’t answer. He just kissed her again, hungrily, his hands sliding up her back, bunching the hoodie still in her grip. Her bare skin against his shirtless chest sparked something feral in both of them, the kind of slow burn that had been simmering since last night—denied, fed, denied again—and now just refused to wait.

Selah gasped into his mouth when he shifted his grip and lifted her higher, the friction just right, her hips grinding down reflexively. “Cassian—”

“Yeah?” he rasped, voice already wrecked, eyes black with want.

“I really, really want that pub food,” she moaned, curling her fingers into his hair.

“We’ll order it after,” he promised, pressing kisses down the column of her throat, each one lazier and messier than the last. “We’ll have them deliver every goddamn thing on the menu.”

Her head tipped back against the wall, legs tightening around his waist. “I want three orders of hashbrowns.”

“You’ll get four,” he swore between kisses. “Five, if you let me get you to the bed before I lose my goddamn mind.”

She laughed breathlessly, full and free and beautiful, tugging him by the curls again to crash their mouths together. “You better make it quick then, Prince Pub Food.”

He grinned against her lips, then carried her back across the room, limbs tangled and laughing between kisses, like hunger could wait—but needing each other never could.

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Your Guide to Getting Your Body Ready for Pregnancy

Getting your body ready for pregnancy sets the foundation for a healthy journey ahead. "Your Guide to Getting Your Body Ready for Pre-Pregnancy Health" offers essential tips on nutrition, exercise, vitamin intake, and lifestyle adjustments to support fertility and overall wellness. From scheduling a preconception checkup to building healthy habits, these proactive steps can make a big difference. Prepare your body, mind, and spirit to welcome a new life with confidence and strength, starting with the right choices today.

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How a Pregnancy Calculator Helps Expecting Moms Plan with Confidence

When you find out you’re pregnant, one of the first questions that pops into your mind is likely, “When is my baby due?” That’s exactly where a pregnancy calculator comes in. A pregnancy calculator is a simple yet powerful tool designed to help expectant mothers estimate their due date, track fetal development, and plan for each stage of pregnancy. Whether you're trying to conceive or have recently seen those two pink lines, understanding how a pregnancy calculator works can bring clarity and reduce stress during this exciting time.

In this article, we’ll explore how a pregnancy calculator works, its benefits, and why it's a reliable tool for every expecting parent.

What is a Pregnancy Calculator?

A pregnancy calculator is an online tool that estimates your expected due date based on certain inputs — usually the first day of your last menstrual period (LMP). Some calculators also allow you to enter the date of conception, ovulation, or results from an ultrasound scan.

It typically provides:

Estimated due date (EDD)

Current pregnancy week

Trimester breakdown

Key fetal development milestones

Important health reminders

The primary goal is to give parents a better understanding of their pregnancy timeline and support planning for doctor visits, maternity leave, and baby shopping.

How Does a Pregnancy Calculator Work?

Most pregnancy calculators use a standard gestational model where a full-term pregnancy is considered to be 40 weeks (280 days) from the first day of the last menstrual period. Here's a basic example:

LMP Date: January 1

Add 280 Days (40 weeks)

Estimated Due Date: October 7

This estimation assumes that ovulation occurred roughly 14 days after the start of your period — which may vary from woman to woman, especially for those with irregular cycles.

Some calculators offer additional input options for:

Cycle length customization (not every woman has a 28-day cycle)

Ultrasound date and gestational age if early scans were done

Conception date, especially useful in cases of assisted reproduction like IVF

These added variables make the calculator more precise and tailored to individual pregnancies.

Why is a Pregnancy Calculator Important?

1. Helps Track Fetal Growth

Knowing which week of pregnancy you’re in allows you to understand the size, development, and changes your baby is undergoing. For example, at week 12, the baby’s organs are formed, and by week 20, you might feel those first little kicks!

2. Supports Medical Planning

Doctors use your due date to schedule vital prenatal tests such as ultrasounds, glucose screening, and nuchal translucency scans. A pregnancy calculator aligns your calendar with medical benchmarks, ensuring you don’t miss important milestones.

3. Reduces Anxiety

For first-time mothers, the pregnancy journey can feel overwhelming. Having a clear timeline and knowing what to expect each week helps reduce the uncertainty and builds confidence.

4. Prepares You for Labor and Delivery

From creating a birth plan to deciding on a hospital and arranging maternity leave, everything becomes easier when you have an approximate timeline. A pregnancy calculator gives you a head start on all these important decisions.

How Reliable is a Pregnancy Calculator?

While a pregnancy calculator is not a replacement for professional medical advice, it is quite accurate in estimating the due date — especially when based on a consistent menstrual cycle or early ultrasound data. Most gynecologists also start with this method to determine gestational age until more precise information is available from scans.

However, it’s important to note that only about 5% of babies are born exactly on their due date. The due date is an estimate, not a fixed prediction. Many healthy babies arrive anywhere between 37 and 42 weeks.

Tips for Using a Pregnancy Calculator Effectively

Keep Track of Your Period: Record the first day of your last period to ensure accurate input.

Update Based on Scans: If your doctor revises your due date after an ultrasound, use that date moving forward.

Use It Weekly: Check in with the calculator weekly to read about fetal developments and prepare accordingly.

Combine with a Pregnancy App: Many apps integrate calculators with other tools like weight tracking, symptom logs, and appointment reminders.

Final Thoughts

A pregnancy calculator is more than just a due date estimator — it's your personal guide through the magical journey of pregnancy. By understanding your pregnancy timeline, you can prepare physically, emotionally, and logistically for one of the most transformative experiences of your life. Whether you’re just planning or already expecting, using a pregnancy calculator is a reliable and reassuring step toward a well-prepared motherhood.

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Exploring the Maternal and Baby Products Industry: Momcozy's Commitment to Moms

The maternal and baby products industry is flourishing, with innovative brands like Momcozy leading the way in providing comfort and support for mothers and their little ones. One of the key aspects of motherhood is understanding one’s fertility, which raises the question: what are my fertile days?

Momcozy recognizes the importance of this knowledge for mothers trying to conceive. Their range of products not only focuses on baby care but also supports mothers in their journey through pregnancy and beyond. With helpful resources and tips, Momcozy empowers women to embrace their fertility journey with positivity and confidence.

In addition to their high-quality products, Momcozy fosters a community where mothers can share their experiences and learn from each other. This supportive environment is crucial as it encourages women to take charge of their reproductive health and make informed decisions.

With Momcozy, mothers can feel assured that they are choosing a brand that values their well-being and the well-being of their babies. The maternal and baby products industry is indeed a vibrant space, and Momcozy is at the forefront, making a difference every day.

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Fertile Window Explained | When Is the Best Time to Get Pregnant? | Ekam Fertility & Women

Want to know the best time to conceive? In this video, we explain the Fertile Window—the most important days in your cycle if you’re trying to get pregnant. You’ll learn: 🔹 What is the fertile window? 🔹 How to identify ovulation 🔹 Signs your body gives during fertile days 🔹 How to calculate your fertile window 🔹 Tips for increasing chances of conception Whether you're planning a baby or just want to understand your reproductive health better, this video is for you! Address: 2nd Floor, Door No. 7-89/3/2, Plot 21, Above Vijetha Super Market CBIT Post, Narsingi, Gandipet Main Rd, Manchirevula, Hyderabad, Telangana 500075 Contact- 8522885092 040-27000789

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Pregnancy Signs and Symptoms

IntroductionFor some, pregnancy begins after months of tracking ovulation days. For some, it starts unexpectedly. And for others, it begins in a clinic, assisted by fertility experts through treatments like IUI or IVF. No matter how the journey starts, carrying a baby inside you is nothing short of amazing. Pregnancy brings a mix of physical, mental and emotional changes for the mother. Every pregnancy is unique and so are the symptoms and changes that occur in your body. Whether you are a first time mom or an experienced mom who has gone through pregnancy before, the journey is never the same. This blog covers everything you need to know to prepare for pregnancy from knowing when to take a pregnancy test to preparing for labor.Early Signs and Symptoms of PregnancyVery early signs of pregnancy (1 week)Ideally, week 1 of pregnancy is calculated from the first day of your last period. So you are not technically pregnant at 1 week of pregnancy and you won’t have any symptoms.Conception usually happens a day or two after ovulation which is around day 14 of the menstrual cycle. So you conceive only at around 3 of the menstrual cycle. Spotting or fertilisation bleeding is one of the very early signs of pregnancy along with abdomen cramps and tender and swollen breasts.Typically, the early signs of pregnancy symptoms start to become noticeable around 4 weeks of pregnancy for most expectant mothers. That is, one or two weeks after conception. Some women might start to notice the symptoms even before a missed period too.Pregnancy symptoms week by week Pregnancy is a roller coaster of a journey for most expectant mothers with so many symptoms and pain causing discomfort. Pregnancy is categorized into 3 trimesters: 1st, 2nd and 3rd. But with each passing week, a mother can expect new symptoms and growth in the baby.  Pregnancy Week-by-Week – What You’ll Feel PMS Vs PregnancyCommon symptoms of PMS and early pregnancy include:  Abdomen crampsBreast tendernessSugar cravingsMood swings FatigueBloating Are You Confused Between PMS & Pregnancy Symptoms? What to expect during pregnancy?What color is your urine when pregnant? Ideally, the color of urine can be anywhere between pale yellow to deep amber or light orange. But during pregnancy, the color of urine might change for some expectant mothers. The color of urine can be dark yellow, brown, bright orange, black or even red. What Your Urine Color Means – Causes & When to See a Doctor Why am I vomiting yellow liquid while pregnant?Yellow vomit or vomiting bile during pregnancy is a common occurrence, and it is usually nothing to worry about. Bile is a greenish or yellowish liquid that is released by the liver and stored in the gallbladder, which helps with digestion.  Pregnant & Vomiting Yellow? Know When to Seek Help Is diarrhea normal in pregnancy?Experiencing diarrhea while pregnant is a normal concern and it is usually not something to worry about. It happens due to hormonal changes, increased food sensitivity, dietary changes and changes in your digestive system.  Pregnant with Diarrhea? - Causes and Relief Tips Why does acidity occur during pregnancy?Acidity, heartburn and indigestion is common during pregnancy and it is usually nothing to worry about. It is caused because of slowed digestion as a result of hormonal imbalance in the body. Struggling with Pregnancy Acidity? What to Eat or Avoid? What is normal discharge during pregnancy?Vaginal discharge is the release of vaginal fluids and it is made up of vaginal mucus, cells, bacteria, sweat and oil from the vaginal gland and the cervix. It is a common part of a woman's menstrual cycle and it is common in pregnancy too. The color of the discharge may be white, brown or even clear.

What Causes Brown Discharge? Find Out Vaginal Swelling - Is it normal to be swollen down there while pregnant? Vaginal swelling is one of the common physical changes that pregnant women experience.  It is mainly caused by the excessive blood flow in the pelvis region and water retention in the body.  Vaginal Swelling in Pregnancy? Know the Causes & Relief Pregnancy Nutrition – What to eat & avoid in pregnancy?Nuts and Dry Fruits Nuts and dry fruits during pregnancy are super healthy for the expectant mother and the growing baby. They are a great snacking option for pregnant mothers. However, it is important to keep in mind the portions as they are high in fats and calories.  How Much Nuts & Dry Fruits Can You Have in Pregnancy? Which fruit is best during pregnancy?Fruits are a great source of vitamins and minerals during pregnancy. They are also a great snacking option for expectant mothers. There are so many fruits that are considered healthy during pregnancy including:1. Apple2. Orange3. Banana4. Watermelon5. Pomegranate See Full List of Fruits to Eat & Avoid in Pregnancy What food is best for a pregnant woman?During pregnancy, it is important to consume healthy, homemade foods to ensure the health of the mother and the growth and development of the baby. It is recommended to eat whole foods including fruits, vegetables, nuts and seeds. A few of the best foods to eat during pregnancy are:Green leafy vegetablesFresh fruits and vegetablesDry fruits and nuts Eating for Two? Check Full Pregnancy Food List Here Saffron & Baby’s Skin Color – Myth or Fact?There is a common myth that says that eating saffron during pregnancy helps improve the baby’s complexion. But is it true? Does saffron really help with a baby's color or complexion? Can Saffron Change Baby’s Complexion? Is it good to take folic acid before getting pregnant? Folic acid is one of the crucial prenatal supplements that helps with baby’s brain development and prevents neural tube defects. Before or After Pregnancy? Know When to Take Folic Acid What food is unsafe for pregnancy?There are a few foods that pregnant women must completely avoid to ensure the health of both the mother and the baby. These include:AlcoholHigh-mercury fish, such as shark and mackerelCanned/tinned foodsJunk foodHigh-calorie foodsCaffeine intake during pregnancy Are You Eating These Risky Foods during Pregnancy? What is the best lifestyle for a pregnant woman?How much walking is OK during pregnancy?Walking for at least 30 minutes a day is great for pregnant mothers, as it helps you stay active and supports a healthy pregnancy.Walking is one of the best forms of exercise for pregnant mothers. It is also safe for most pregnant mothers with low risks and complications. Pregnant? Here’s Why Walking Helps What sleeping positions should be avoided during pregnancy?Avoid sleeping on your back or stomach during pregnancy. Lying on your back can put pressure on major blood vessels, which might reduce blood flow to your baby. As your belly grows, sleeping on your stomach also becomes uncomfortable. Struggling to Sleep? Try These Pregnancy Sleeping Positions Mood Swings - Why do I feel angry and irritable during pregnancy?Mood swings are one of the common symptoms of pregnancy that most expectant mothers experience. It is usually caused due to the hormonal changes that occur in the body during pregnancy. How can I control my mood swings during pregnancy? Is it good to climb stairs during pregnancy?Climbing stairs during pregnancy is mostly okay for those with low pregnancy complications. But if you are someone with a high-risk pregnancy or other complications or if your doctor has advised you to take bed rest, it is important to follow their advice and avoid climbing stairs.

Pregnant & Using Stairs? Read These Safety Tips Which pregnancy habits can harm mom and baby?There are a few mistakes that every pregnant mother must avoid during pregnancy to make sure the baby is safe and her pregnancy progresses well including:Drinking alcohol/smokingEating foods that cause indigestionMissing out on prenatal appointmentsConsuming too much caffeineUsing hot tubs Don’t Risk It – Read The Full List of Mistakes Here ConclusionPregnancy is a transformational journey for the expectant couple, especially the mother. From planning for pregnancy to conception to delivery, each stage is different. In order to make this journey smoother, it is important to have regular pregnancy scans to closely monitor the baby’s well-being. Book your consultation with Dr. Deepthi Jammi to ensure your health post delivery. Why choose Jammi Scans?Trusted Expertise: Led by Dr. Deepthi Jammi, the best fetal medicine specialist in Chennai with 15+ years of experience.Hi-tech Equipment: Hi-tech scanning equipment for clearer and precise images of your baby.Hygienic Restrooms: Clean and neat restrooms to ensure hygiene and comfort.Clear Reporting: Detail-oriented reports and clear explanations to ensure clarity.Compassionate Staff: Professional and friendly staff trained to care for patients.Private Consultations: Private consulting rooms to ensure comfort.Comfortable Resting Area: Calm resting area for patients to relax.Easy Appointments: Flexible and easy appointments.Book your appointment with Jammi Scans today. Expert and individual care for every patient to ensure your health.

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“WHY EVERY INDIAN WOMAN SHOULD VISIT  WOMENWELLNESS360.IN - A COMPLETE HEALTH GUIDE”

Nowadays life has become so busy that it has become difficult to pay attention to our health. Sometimes issues of periods, sometimes stress, sometimes pressure of pregnancy... and the biggest challenge – not being able to talk openly to anyone. The solution to this problem is – WomenWellness360.in. 

This is a website which has been specially created for women – whether you are 18 or 50, student or mom, working woman or homemaker – this platform is ready to provide solutions to all your health concerns. 

1. First Impression of the Website 

Simple, Clean, and Women-Friendly As you open the website, you see a clean and modern design. No confusion, everything is clearly categorized – pregnancy, periods, mental health, menopause, fitness, nutrition… and everything is free! This site is easy to use, without any ads or pop-ups. Feel that this is really made for women, and not just to draw traffic.

2. What is available on WomenWellness360? 

a. Personalized Health Information 

You can get personalized information based on your symptoms, queries or stage of life. AI based chatbot is also available which talks to you and suggests helpful articles or advice. 

b. Expert Advice

There is a network of experts like gynecologist, psychologist, nutritionist here. You can also connect with us anonymously – best for mental health or personal issues!

c. Articles & Blogs

There are informative blogs on every topic – like “What is the treatment for PCOS?”, “What should we eat during pregnancy?”, “How to reduce stress?”, etc. It has been written in easy language, medical terms have been made simple. 

d. Community Support

This feature seemed most unique to me. A safe and supportive community where you can share your stories and read the stories of other women. On any topic – from periods to depression. 

e. Tools & Trackers 

Tools like menstrual tracker, ovulation calculator, pregnancy planner are also available. It is simple to use and gives accurate results. 

3. On this site 

It is understood that anxiety, mood swings, postpartum depression, or relationship stress are real problems. Here you can consult licensed therapists or read helpful guides. 

4. Free + Safe = Perfect Combo 

The biggest plus point – this website is completely free. No hidden charges, no signup traps. Just go, read, and become health conscious. Your data is also kept safe – no spam or personal information is misused. 

5. Women-Focused + According to India

The content of the website is specially tailored for Indian women – focusing on topics like PCOS, thyroid, skin issues, infertility. These cheeses are common in India, and are often ignored. Language is also in simple English, and some content is also available in Hindi. So, no tension!  

6. Why should I recommend this website to everyone? 

Useful for women of every age group Trusted information + real expert support Friendly UI, no ads or distractions Safe community world where you can talk freely Motivational content is also available for personal growth. 

7. Can you share some personal experience? 

I was once confused about the symptoms of PCOS, searched on Google and found complicated information everywhere. When I visited WomenWellness360.in , I found a blog – with simple explanation, diet guide and routine suggestions. And the best part, there was the option of free consultation from an expert! Super helpful! 

8. Also active on social media 

There are also Insta, Facebook and WhatsApp groups – where daily tips, reels and health hacks are found.  

9. Future Scope – And Other Features 

Their roadmap is also promising – like adding more languages, live webinars, and supporting women entrepreneurs. This means it is not just a health site, it is a movement.

Conclusion 

If you are a girl, mother, sister or friend – do visit WomenWellness360.in once. The need of the hour is to give importance to your health. This site teaches you how to understand your body's signals, get expert help and lead a healthy lifestyle.

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Momcozy's Ovulation Tracker: Empowering Your Journey

Hello everyone! Have you heard about Momcozy's amazing ovulation tracker? I recently started using it, and it has been such a game-changer for me. This user-friendly tool helps you monitor your cycle and understand your fertility window better. If you're looking to connect with others on this journey, feel free to share your experiences or tips! Let's support each other in our maternal and baby product adventures. Wishing you all the best on your journey to motherhood! 😊💖

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How To Estimate A Pregnancy Due Date Without Knowing The Date Of Your Last Period

“When is the baby due?” “Are you ready for the big day?” “Did you pack a bag for the hospital?” Some are among the few questions expectant parents hear during the months of expecting a little munchkin!

All of these demand knowledge of due dates which is usually determined by the date of a woman’s last menstrual period (LMP). That is the first day of her last menstrual cycle. This method is considered effective for regular menstruating women.

But, what if you have an irregular menstrual cycle?

Well, in that case, various other methods are used for the estimation of the due date.

This blog is a guide for all expectant parents on how to estimate pregnancy due dates without knowing the last period date.

Section 1: Common Methods of Calculating Due Dates

I. Method 1: Using LMP-Based Calculations

This is the most traditional method that was used to calculate the due date. It is considered a normal 28-day menstrual cycle where ovulation occurs on the 14th day.

Here, 40 weeks is taken as the normal gestational age, thus adding up to 280 days from the date of LMP, gives the estimated due date.

For example, if the last period in your case was November 7, 2024, the due date is August 14, 2025.

II. Method 2: The Role of Ovulation And The Dates of Conception

This method comes into the picture when the date of the LMP is unknown or in case of an irregular menstrual cycle.

Methods For Estimating Ovulation at Irregular Intervals

While the traditional LMP procedure may seem complicated, various methods can be used to monitor ovulation in women.

Ovulation Predictor Kit (OPK)

These kits are very helpful in monitoring ovulation based on the presence of LH hormone in the urine. It is easier to notice the surge if your menstruation is regular.

In case of an irregular menstrual cycle, it is important to begin testing almost a week early to notice the LH surge in the body.

Also, having multiple tests in a day can help you understand your optimum LH surge. Some women tend to have it higher in the morning.

Basal Body Temperature (BBT)

A mild rise follows ovulation in resting body temperature. This is the body temperature right after you wake up.

The release of progesterone results in a slight rise in the body temperature, which can be determined either physically or with a specially designed BBT thermometer.

Tips for irregular periods:

Track the temperature regularly at the same time and under the same situations. This is because our physical movement also regulates the body temperature.

To obtain an appropriate result, keep tracking it for a few months to understand your temperature changes during ovulation.

Cervical Mucous Monitoring

Our cervical mucous tends to become clear, stretchy, and slippery just before ovulation. This happens for the easier movement of the sperm inside the uterus.

This is also known as white discharge and is seen in the panty or by feeling inside your vagina with your fingers. Thick mucous pertains to ovulation time, which means high fertility days.

Fertility Apps

Various fertility apps can help you track your ovulation. They are effective since they keep track of the combination of LMP, BBT, OPKs, cervical mucous, etc., to determine the exact dates of ovulation, conception, and due date.

These are some of the essential ways on how to calculate the due date without knowledge about the last period date.

Section 2: Effective Alternatives Without LMP

I. Early Ultrasound Scans

Ultrasound is the best alternative method for a due date calculation manually or by using a calculator for irregular periods.

This is because it measures the size of the head to the bottom of the fetus, also known as crown-rump length. This size helps in determining the gestational age accurately.

One of the best times to do this is between 6 to 12 weeks of pregnancy for reliable gestational data.

Also, early ultrasounds during the first trimester are always considered the best. This is because after certain weeks the growth of the fetus is distinctly visible. It thereby helps in detecting various other growth and developmental stages of the fetus.

II. Using Fertility Tracking or Conception Date

Following the date of ovulation or pregnancy may be useful when LMP is unknown or cannot be diagnosed due to menstrual irregularities.

You notice ovulation just two weeks after your last period. Therefore, adding 266 days or 38 weeks to the date of ovulation or pregnancy can help determine the exact date of birth.

For example, if you ovulate on November 20, 2024, it generally takes 12 to 24 hours for the egg to ovulate, which is November 21, 2024.

In Vitro Fertilization (IVF)

During IVF discourse, healthcare professionals closely keep track of ovulation to determine the right time for fertilization. This helps in easy accessibility for pregnancy due date calculation with a calculator and without LMP.

It is divided into two based on the embryo transfer after fertilization. That is:

III. Physical and Developmental Milestones

The regular monitoring of the fetus's growth and development throughout the three trimesters also helps in assessing the due date.

First trimester: The foremost thing formed in a fetus is the heartbeat by around 8 weeks. This is followed by the development of limbs, fingers, and toes by around 10 weeks and basic features like eyes, ears, and nose by around 12 weeks. It is during this period that ultrasound reveals the true gestational age.

Second Trimester: During the 16th week, the first movement can be slightly felt, which intensifies around the 20th week. Around 18 weeks, the fetus’ sensory organs are developed, thus helping it to identify sound, touch, smell, and taste. It is also during this period that an ultrasound is performed to check for possible abnormalities.

Third Trimester: This period facilitates the development of the lungs. Also, the position of the baby moves head-down, ready for delivery at around 30 weeks. At 40 weeks, the fetus is usually fully developed and ready to see the new world!

However, this is a normal process, and individual due dates may vary depending on the circumstances. Also, only 4% of children are born on their estimated due date.

Section 3: Online Pregnancy Due Date Calculators

I. Key Features Of Online Tools

The growing popularity of various online tools has certainly made our lives easier.

Among them, pregnancy planning tools are on a rising surge of acceptance and recognition.

R for Rabbit’s Pregnancy Due Date Calculator

All you have to do is input the last menstrual period date and average menstrual cycle or just the date of conception. Thus, receiving your personalized pregnancy journey.

The result ranges from the date of conception, division of trimesters, and milestones of fetal development to multiple due dates, each for a singleton, twins, triplets, or quads.

The authenticity of the result might vary depending on your circumstances and the growth and development of the fetus.

Also, there are a range of other pregnancy planning and associated tools like online pregnancy tests, period calculators, and  contraction calculators, which you can access during your various stages of pregnancy,

Irrespective of their approximation, they provide great help in planning for hospital visits, efficient nutrition, and tonnes of shopping before D-day!

Limitations of Calculators Without LMP

One of the most common limitations is improper calculation due to confusion or forgetfulness of LMP or irregular menstrual cycle.

Therefore, always consider consulting your healthcare expert for a more trustworthy result. This would also keep you prepared for the future.

II. Recommended Indian Tools

There are also some other recommended Indian tools and accurate pregnancy calculators for Indian users.

These are brought up by Motherhood Hospital, Pampers India, Mom Junction, Max Healthcare, Baby Centre, and many more.

Section 4: Addressing Variability in Pregnancy Length

I. Typical Gestation Range

The normal gestational age ranges from 38 to 41 weeks, with an average of 40 weeks.

Depending upon the timing of birth, the delivery can be categorized into:

Preterm Delivery: Happens before 37 weeks.

Term Delivery: Happens at 40 weeks.

Postterm Delivery: Happens after 42 weeks.

Factors Influencing The Timing Of Delivery

There are variable reasons for multiple timings of delivery, like:

Irregular menstrual cycle: The inconsistency of the menstrual cycle impacts the date of ovulation and conception, thus influencing the due date.

Therefore, the number of days of individual menstrual cycles acts as the precursor to determine other pregnancy factors.

Age: For women above the age of 35, the chances of having a post-term birth increase. This can be harmful to both the mother and baby.

Equity: Women who have given birth in the past tend to have shorter labor or early births compared to first-time mothers.

Health conditions: There are certain health factors associated with pregnancy that compel healthcare providers to make personalized decisions. This includes:

Other factors that play a role in the timing of birth include genetics, fetal growth stage, stress, nutrition, environment, and fitness activities during pregnancy.

II. Importance of Personalised Care

Despite the normal gestational age, it is very important to have regular prenatal checkups to make timely decisions depending on the stage and condition of the pregnancy.

For example, in the case of early detection of pregnancy complications or the case of high chances of post-term delivery, the risk of stillbirth, abnormalities during birth, etc., increases. This can be avoided with regular checkups, followed by timely actions.

Conclusion

In the current times, with the rise of PCOD and PCOS, the menstrual cycle has lagged to a great extent, making the due date estimation harder.

In these instances, several other approaches can be employed to arrive at a rough estimate of the due date.

Among the many pregnancy planning tools, the best pregnancy calculators are the ones that consider all possibilities such as LMP, ovulation, pregnancy, ultrasound, and more

Finally, no matter how accurate a tool may be, there is no substitute for routine prenatal testing and advice from individual health professionals.

This content is originally published on R For Rabbit' s Website: How To Estimate A Pregnancy Due Date Without Knowing The Date Of Your Last Period

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How a Pregnancy Due Date Calculator Helps You Plan Your Journey to Motherhood

Pregnancy is a life-changing journey filled with excitement, anticipation, and a lot of planning. One of the first and most important questions expectant parents ask is: "When is my baby due?" That’s where a pregnancy due date calculator becomes your best friend.

Simple, accurate, and incredibly useful, this digital tool helps estimate your baby’s arrival date—so you can start preparing for the magical moment ahead.

What Is a Pregnancy Due Date Calculator?

A pregnancy due date calculator is a tool that estimates the expected date of delivery (EDD) based on the first day of your last menstrual period (LMP) or your conception date. It works by calculating 40 weeks (280 days) from the LMP, which is the average length of a full-term pregnancy.

These calculators are widely used by doctors, midwives, and parents to track pregnancy progress and schedule important milestones like ultrasounds, prenatal visits, and even maternity leave.

Why Knowing Your Due Date Matters

Your due date is more than just a countdown—it plays a key role in:

Monitoring fetal development

Scheduling medical appointments and screenings

Planning maternity leave or parental support

Preparing your home and family for the baby’s arrival

Knowing your expected delivery date helps you and your healthcare provider keep track of your baby’s growth and health during each trimester.

How It Works: The Science Behind It

Most pregnancy due date calculators follow the Naegeles Rule, which estimates the due date by:

Taking the first day of your last menstrual period (LMP)

Adding 7 days

Counting 9 months forward

For example, if your LMP was January 5, your due date would be approximately October 12.

Some calculators also allow you to input the date of conception (if known) or use ovulation data for a more tailored result. Keep in mind, this is still an estimate—only about 4% of babies are born on their actual due date!

Can You Rely on a Pregnancy Due Date Calculator?

Yes—to a great extent. While not a substitute for professional medical advice, these tools are generally 95% accurate when based on the LMP and regular cycles.

However, for irregular cycles or fertility treatments (like IVF), an ultrasound during the first trimester gives a more precise date. Your obstetrician may adjust the due date as the pregnancy progresses, based on the baby’s growth.

Tips for Using a Pregnancy Due Date Calculator

Know your LMP: The more accurate the date, the better the result.

Track ovulation (if possible): This adds precision, especially with irregular cycles.

Use a trusted medical source: Avoid calculators from unverified websites—stick to those offered by hospitals, clinics, or reputable health platforms.

Follow up with your doctor: Always confirm the estimated due date with a healthcare provider, especially during your first prenatal check-up.

Final Thoughts

A pregnancy due date calculator is a valuable first step in your pregnancy journey. It provides clarity, builds excitement, and helps you plan for the weeks and months ahead. While the actual birth date might vary, this estimate gives you a roadmap for everything from prenatal appointments to baby shower planning.

As always, pair digital tools with professional guidance to ensure a healthy, happy pregnancy. Every journey is unique—but knowing your due date puts you in control and helps you prepare with confidence.