#tummy distention. . . . . . .. . . . . . .

[danieyells]

Sure Haku can have big balls but we all agree Alan Thoma and Jiro have big dicks? But not like slightly above average but rather 20 minutes foreplay just to loosen up but still be a fair stretch, big as in a fair amount of lube is needed to even slip the head in and might need more to fully thrust inside

You only need that kind of prep if you're a coward!

THEY ARE RATHER LARGE MEN y'know as far as the bishie style goes. It'd be pretty proportionate of them to be well hung and i'm all about sicknasty size difference and distention if you've got a small enough partner--

Fortunately all three of them are. . .idk graceful enough not to be cruel about it.

Alan is definitely inexperienced and he's already so fucking scared of harming his partner he would just. . .whenever they try and get him in bed he just goes "We can't. Sorry." Fortunately he's not the type to, y'know, beat around the bush so if they ask him he'll explain. . .and if they say they wanna try anyway he'll give it a go but he'll be ready to stop the moment they seem uncomfortable or in pain. Which means a lot of reassurances that it's fine, it's fine, keep going. It'll be a lot of convincing, but he'll be as slow and gentle as he can! His partner would probably have to do a lot of leading. . . . Alternatively he'd be all about getting them off and appreciating their body and when they wanna return the favor he hesitates then says they don't have to. He can take care of it himself if they don't want to. And they're like 'why would I not want--oh' when he pulls out this monster.

Tohma has much more experience and is much more confident overall. When things reach that point with his partner he's a little more direct. Maybe he grinds against them to let them get a subtle feel long before the first time they do it, or he just takes their hand and lets them have a feel for themself. "Do you understand? If we take that route, I'm going to need a fair bit of your time. . . ." He knows just how to prepare them, just how to stretch them out, and he makes certain to pleasure them the whole way--and if they're a little limp from the pleasure buildup then. . .that'll just make it easier to put it in at the end. He might hold them up and gently guide them down onto him. . .use them as a little fleshlight once they've gotten used to it enough.

Jiro isn't even fully aware of that he's particularly large. Like, numerically he is, he's studied anatomy before and he's seen Yuri naked and he's a lot smaller(well, Yuri's smaller in every aspect) but it somehow hadn't occurred to him that it could be a problem. Meanwhile the one who knows is Yuri--and when Jiro's partner shows up, Yuri just looks at them in irritation. "Ah, yes, Jiro did say he had plans today after his treatment." And Yuri just thrusts a particularly large, unlabeled jar of gelatinous fluid at them, telling them not to take too much time because they are very busy and Jiro being occupied is a hindrance. And Jiro's like "oh, Yuri said we'd need a lot. I've read that too much can reduce the pleasure, though. I don't care either way, so just use as much as you want." (Not that he can't feel it or anything, he's just. . .indifferent for the most part. It doesn't bother him if he doesn't come, he'll take care of it later if it's a problem.) And of course they understand why they thought they'd need so much when Jiro whips it out. Jiro's very analytical about the whole thing, once he realizes that hm, yes, this won't fit, but with enough elasticity--he's got no problem figuring out what should be done to prepare. The massive jar of lube may or may not be experimental but it does the job with great efficiency. . .turns out it was an experimental gel for anomalous ailments where the afflicted turn to stone or wood with the intention of relaxing muscles and joints and regaining flexibility, but it works great as a lubricant! Jiro's also not very experienced and his tendency to experiment means he might be a little rough just to see how it all works, but he's considerate enough of his partner not to go too hard once he realizes oh that hurts, huh. Kinda antithetical to the evening's plans.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Do you have some belly bulge fics you can recommend ? I'm a sucker for that shit it's so fucking hot...

related to this

Oooooh fucking do I!?

Yes.

Of course.

I am a filthy freak. I'm into that. I've read lots of that. The only question is if I can find them all or not to recommend them 🤦🏻‍♂️

First, I immediately thought of @/the1918's "Song of The Rolling Earth" with its slow burn to stomach distension filth. Goddamn, is it good 😮‍💨 (if you feel like skipping ahead and don't mind missing context, the bulging especially starts in "The Root and the Stalk" (chapter five))

Another immediate thought was @/howdoyousleep3's Tummy Bulge drabble on Tumblr

"Silicone" by orphan_account & xxolive

(P.S. xxolive has a TON of stucky works that involve belly bulging but, their stuff tends to be more on the really intense, pretty rough side, so you'll probably only want to dive into it if you're down for that. Granted, you're on my weird [affectionate] blog, so you're probably all good, but I never know, so, fair warning!)

"crawling up the skin of my spine" by thiccbuckybarnes

"Day 3: Stucky Distention" by unsp00kable

"Wide Open Spaces" by emchant3d

I have some in my own catalog, too

"Caving In"

"Baby Seasons Change But People Don't"

"If Your Heart Is A Dog Fight Then I'm Ready To Go To War Like"

"'Til The End Of Time"

"Sink Your Teeth Into My Flesh"

There's probably more, too (especially here on Tumblr because I don't tag my drabbles as thoroughly as I do my full-blown fics), but I can't find them right now

In conclusion, what I've discovered through this process is that apparently, people don't tag this kink that much? At least, not as much as I thought they did because I swear I've read a ton of this, but it's hard to find now. Anyway, happy reading!

[yrsogross]

I’ve been dealing with the worst belly ache and constipation my belly is swollen up like I’m pregnant and my outie is sticking out from the pressure of my full bowels I’ve been eating normally and 4 bananas a night cause someone said that would help but oh it hurts every night the bananas making my already swollen belly even bigger and makes me burp a lot it takes me so long to get them down cause I’m usually overfull from dinner and the back up in my belly the gases it causes is insane I spend about an hour rolling around in bed from the pain I’m not sure what day of this I’m at but I feel huge sadly I think I’m not going to go tonight my belly is uncomfortable but there’s no urgency so it’s probably just banana gas or literally anything else in my belly

So I thought I was having movement just a minute ago I waddle my belly to the bathroom and nothing😔 banana gases I’m really disappointed I thought my 12 bananas over the last few days was doing something but no just distention of this belly I need I think tomorrow I’ll up the bananas and see if I can get them all down and help my belly move this stuff and I’m tired of carrying it around along with being painful it’s been so heavy

*thanks for hearing so much about my tummy

something about eating one specific food to try to induce a bowel movement but if not working & just bloating you up more & more is….. wow. wish i could rub that taut belly for you anon <3

[goatgoatgoat7778]

I had an ftl fanfic from last June that I’ve been meaning to revise… so I wrote something completely different instead lol. This is based on the starvation mechanic, and the couple of times a scavenger got stuck with me. I tried to keep this one short since having to go over my own writing is terrible and I always procrastinate.

Saga the slugcat made her way back to the shelter, noting with slight disappointment that there were fewer berries to eat than the last time she took that path. She liked to gorge herself last-minute before hibernation; being overly stuffed impeded her athleticism, but it didn’t matter if she was already at the shelter. Though she hadn’t quite eaten her fill, there was still a satisfying distention in her furry white belly that assured, at the very least, she wouldn’t be completely ravenous the next cycle. When she crawled into the shelter- WHAM! She fell on her rear and found herself staring into the wide yellow eyes of a Scavenger that had been trying to leave just as she was entering. As they stared at each other in a daze, the exit to the shelter slammed shut with a heavy metallic thud. Saga had triggered the shelter’s auto-lock system and trapped this poor Scav along with her. Whoopsie. The Scav sat down and patted his side, motioning her to sit next to him. She curled up next to him, and couldn’t help but nestle into his warm fur. He welcomed the gesture, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in closer. Saga was glad she had such a good reputation with the Scavengers- if she didn’t, things would have been a lot more awkward. She had no doubt in her mind, however, that she would’ve been able to take this Scav on in hand-to-hand combat if it came to that. Maybe that’s why she allowed herself to get comfortable so quickly. As she started to doze, she became unconsciously aware of a low rumbling sound that filled the shelter. Her stomach often loudly digested as she fell asleep so it wasn’t too out of place for her, but she didn’t feel any activity in her stomach. Her head perked up as the Scavenger placed a hand on his stomach as a more intense growl came from it, the quiet of the shelter only serving to amplify it. She cocked her head. You okay? He waved a hand dismissively in return. I’m fine, don’t worry about it! The long, stomach-shaking groan claimed otherwise. Saga put the pieces of the puzzle together- there was less food around because the Scavenger had eaten some, and he must’ve come in here looking for food- and from the sound of it, he hadn’t gotten enough to comfortably hibernate. She placed her ear on his stomach, listening to the hollow growls that resonated from it and feeling the rumbles that traveled across the length of his belly. To her it was like white noise, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

As she began to wake up, her stomach gave a painful twist that made her wince. She rubbed her now flat and empty stomach and worked out some growls to ease the hunger pains. She ate enough so that she wouldn’t be this hungry when she woke up which could only mean- she slept in! She hadn’t done that since she was a pup! In fairness to herself, the Scavenger was wrapped around her like a warm weighted blanket and she can’t remember the last time she was this comfortable. She shuffled a bit and gave her companion, who had turned to lie on his back, a look over. Though he was naturally lithe, his stomach had sunken in considerably and his ribs began to poke out through his fur. It shook and growled and when she placed her hand to it, she could feel his innards churn and twist desperately for sustenance, loudly complaints passing through his thin tummy. As the racket began to wake him up, he saw her looking at him with big sad eyes. He tried to wave it off again, but a long string of growls that made him double over interrupted him. Wait here. She motioned with her hands. She felt a bit guilty for keeping him here longer than he needed to, especially when he was so hungry. She’d go out and hunt a feast he’d never forget.

[badpersonboogie]

🦄 demon!vik 3/3

It takes more effort than Jayce expected to force it in. When the tip does pop in viktors head slams back against the sheets, clamping down so tightly jayce worries it'll cut off his circulation. Viktors little cunt ripples around him, the tip alone being enough to set off his first orgasm. Viktor whines and starts crying in earnest, wiggling and trying to pull himself off. Jayce inches forward, fighting the unbelievable grip of viktors tiny pussy. (Jayce feels something tear apart inside. fuck, Viktor had given himself a hymen, his sweet lil cherry shredded by jayces enormous cock. fuck, he can't hold back any longer) He grabs hold of viktors hips and starts hammering into his undersized cunt. Viktor screams, his hole stretched past what would tear a human in two, fat tears running down his red face. Jayce slips one of his thumbs into viktors mouth for him to suck on, trying to sooth him.

The distention in Viktors belly is almost sickening to look at, his tiny unripe womb being pummeled into submission, crushed by the fat head of Jayces cock. Viktors been trapped in near constant orgasm since the first penetration, squirt spraying out with every thrust, Jayce can feel his own about to hit hard. He shoves himself in as deep and as hard as he possibly can, and feels something give way around him. Jayce's punched through Viktor's cervix. Viktor gurgles in pain around his thumb, his eyes rolling back. his body goes limp and jayce realizes he's genuinely passed out. Jayce moans at the feeling of viktors womb fluttering around him. he ruts up against his uterine walls, using viktors unconscious body like a fleshlight. he sits up on his knees, viktors limbs hanging loose, and takes his hand off him. Viktor just dangles there, unresponsive, hips held up in the air by nothing more than Jayces cock burrowed deeper in his body than it ever should be. Jayces cum explodes out of him, filling viktors womb directly. he imagines his cum gushing into Viktor's fallopian tubes, coating his ovaries and impregnating his tiny body with a baby too big for him bear. it won't happen without viktor letting it, but something to consider for the future.

By the time Viktor regains consciousness, Jayces dumped 8 more loads of sperm into his abused little broodpouch. his belly is so bloated with cum jayce can't even see his dick moving anymore, but the jiggling of viktors cummy tummy more than makes up for it. Viktor made soft moans, unable to catch his breath enough to speak. Jayce would let him up soon, he just wanted to give him one more load of cum, an even 10 in his pussy, and a new personal record. Viktor tries to clench down but he's just too worn out to do anything but lie there. Jayces shows him a little mercy and finishes quickly, petting his rotund little belly for a job well done. He eases out of viktor gently, doing his best to sooth his whimpers of discomfort, and gazed at his handiwork.

Viktor's hole was absolutely destroyed. The sweet little princess pink pussy was now swollen, flushed a dark, angry red and gaping open so wide he could probably get his fist in without any struggle. The edges twitched valiantly but he could hypothesize from previous experience that it would be a least a week before Viktor pussy could tighten itself back up. considering how throughly broken in it was, probably closer to 2 weeks. looking closer he could see his cervix. the poor ring of muscle was bruised and torn, slowly leaking a mixed ooze of blood, cum and viktors own narcotic slick. he hummed and rubbed viktors hip before crooning, "hey, vik, bear down for me, okay? please?" viktor shot him a look and grumbled about having to use his muscles so soon but did as jayce asked.

It took barely any strain. Viktor choked out a gasp at the feeling of his uterus prolapsing. It bulged just slightly out of his ruined hole, his cervix winking at jayce. it was grotesque, wet and slimy flesh throbbing. Jayce had fucked him so hard his womb was falling out and now he could feel his cock getting hard again. he pressed his tip against the little pucker of viktors womb and plunged in. Viktor shrieked like a dying cat and sprayed the bed under him with glowing squirt. More and more of viktors pussy was being turned inside out, Jayce stilled his hips and grabbed hold of it. he jerked it up and down his cock, using his little demons babymaker as a toy. he pulled out and shot one last load of thin, watery cum onto the abused cuntmeat. Viktors womb was completely prolapsed now, hanging loose from his hole. it was gorgeous. Jayce wanted to keep him like this. but viktor was groaning, begging jayce to push it back where it belongs so his body could begin to restore itself. First though, jayce had to address the issue of his cum leaking out. he pulled a plug from their collection in the bedside table and lodged it firmly in viktors cervix. he'd take it out later, eventually.

Jayce was wrong about viktors gape. it takes an entire month to tighten up, and his uterus keeps slipping out the entire time. viktor stays in his young form, refusing to let jayce fuck his pussy until his hole is back to normal. He's happy to oblige his lil demon, after all, now jayce has plenty of time to fuck his tight little ass inside out too.

love viktor being an incubus and this being his idea and jayce wearing him out. they gotta find a way to stay together because i'm pretty sure viktor won't be satisfied by other people ever again. jayce fucked him THAT good

[balloondragon]

wveryone has their special fictional boys they overfeed but i dont think swan would let me get to any point like that

wirh me and swan you must understand there is. like no situation ever where i am dominant im very much subservient to him

but also i dont think swan would have a wg kink so its hard to imagine any scenerios where he gets ME fat as fuck coz i dont think he'd really get anything out of it. and also i cant imagine he'd go through all that effort to satisfy a desire exclusive to me. hes sexually selfish he only really cares if he gets off on it, so if wg bores him hes not gonna do it for me

i could imagine him filling my belly up and torturing/tormenting it though, he likes when i suffer for him and i like suffering for him. filled up like a water balloon and hes pushing and squeezing on my sesitive, taut, engorged gut and enjoying my whimpers and gasps over it, tied up and helpless to stop him

but also maybe i overeat and he has an unusal tender moment rubbing my belly, looking down at me with that one face he makes. i dont know if you know the one but its in my mind perfectly. thoughtful. pensive. a flat expression, but you see theres many feelings going on under the surface by the intensity of his eyes and the slight furrow of his brow. that perfect hair falling around his face

and im so exposed with my shirt up and my tummy out, a very very vulnerable position for me. no one gets to touch my belly. people have tried and ive been quick that they dont. too soft and vulnerable. too shameful. nobodys allowed to touch. so letting someone touch my belly is like a cat doing so, its a display of trust. its a display of vulnerability. gee how many times can i say vulnerable in one paragraph

but hes so gentle with those small, precise musician's hands, uncharacteristically gentle. the man who prefers to not use his own hands on his sexual flings, the man who gets off best to my whimpers of pain, thats also the man who takes my most sexually shameful body part and uses gentle motions of the fingers to ease its pain. to take that bloated gut and treat it delicately, working out little burps that i hide my face in shame from, but he's still there. he hasnt left out of disgust. he hasnt made a comment. he simply continues to massage the soft distented flesh of my torso.

and my belly is so warm and his hands are so warm and my face is boiling in shame and my palms are clammy with shame but he makes no comment. no dig. coz we both know i love shame but this isnt the time. now is just the time for the care of a soft, round belly.

and maybe some other time he can call me a degenerate and a freak and a faggot for being into this disgusting stuff and ill get off to the shame because the brain sexualizes the stuff that hurt you, but for now its just gentleness

and maybe some other time he can squeeze too hard and hear me whimper and yelp and burp painfully and call me a disgusting slut and threaten to fill me until my stomach ruptures, but right now its just warmth

[ketavmorningkick]

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[thisisthevoice]

I feel like I'm never going to use half the shit I learned in nursing school. Like literally when am I going to do percussion on someone's abdomen. The extent of assessment I've actually used on people's abdomens is inspecting, palpating for masses, distention, and tenderness and auscultating to hear tummy sounds. And apparently the literature doesn't even think tummy sounds are clinically relevant/reliable.

[monstrousvoice]

Good Kitty

Fandom: Cult of the Lamb

Relationship: Bishop Leshy X Reader/Un-named OC

AN: Hello!! This is a request sent to me by @meatcatt for a Bishop Leshy X Male Reader!! It includes pet play and power dynamics, and I threw in a couple other things, I hope you enjoy it meatboy!!!!!

Tags: Smut, PWP, Slight Stomach Distention, Cum Inflation, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, through the power of magic cause I said so, Reader is an un-named OC, Reader is a tabby cat follower, Reader is amab, Reader has a dick

Warnings: Gratuitous smut and anal with tummy distention, as well as overstimulation and multiple orgasms made possible by magic, cause I said so

Summary: Your Master works very hard, and is need of a stress reliever~

Read on AO3!

Your fingers wrap tight around your golden name tag, idly fiddling with it in your boredom. You’ve been a good boy today, but now it was nearing the third hour of Follower hearings and you were feeling…restless. You wanted to do something different. You sit high on the arm of your Master’s throne in his temple, and a shift of your hips makes you acutely aware of the… gift Master had given you before this meeting.

Even with a jeweled plug stretching your ass open, you followed Master’s rules perfectly. You sat pretty, didn’t moan like a whore whenever he reached over to pet you, and you didn’t pay attention to a single other person in the room. Your cock has been hard and leaking for the entirety of the late morning and you were desperate for any kind of relief. 

The hand not fiddling with your name tag adjusts the loose, draping skirt you wear. It's just enough cloth to cover your cock and ass, your legs in clear view, with the cloth incredibly easy to push aside for immediate access to your lubed up asshole. The obvious tent in your lap is noticeable by all the followers who enter the room, many of them whispering and staring at your squirming. Many of them have had to adjust their own robes or leave all together at the pretty sight you make.

You don't care about their gaze though, not when your Master sits tall and proud next to you. You want him to finally give you the attention you’ve been craving all morning..but his attention is still away from you.

“P-please my Lord! We-!” The follower screaming has tears flowing down his cheeks, his claws digging into the temple carpet, clawing desperately to stay despite the guards yanking them towards the temple exit. They huff in frustration at his persistence, one of them even tries punching the fool in an attempt to loosen his hold on the expensive rug beneath their feet. They really are causing an incredible fuss…

Other followers are sitting to the side of the room, uncomfortable with the constant wailing. Your own ears have flattened to your head as you grimace, tail swishing in annoyance. This is what is keeping your beloved Master’s attention from you.

A high pitched screech rings out, echoing throughout the temple and ringing in everyone’s ears. Master stands tall next to you, his shadow casting over where you sit. Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ of awe at the sight, your cock twitching in interest once more. The sheer height difference between you both always leaves you feeling warm…

“Silence cur!” Master howls, “I will not have such blasphemy in my woods!” Time seems to freeze as he speaks, even the pathetic grub being dragged away staring in shock at the outburst.

“M-my Lord Leshy, I-” With a devastating ‘crack’, your Master slams the side of his fist into the stone wall of the temple near him. Cracks splinter from the point of impact and reach all the way up to the shuddering ceiling. The follower falls limp against the guards, all the fight leaving them at the display of anger.

Your whole body shudders at the display, your breath leaving you in a ragged gasp. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning aloud for everyone to hear.

“You-” Master Leshy hisses, “You have made a mockery of my sibling and continue to disrespect my time and my court. It will not stand.” The god can no longer see, but the intent behind his non-existent gaze is palpable, and the guards go pale even as they grip the heretic tighter.

“Kill him.” The wyrm growls.

The guards salute and drag the limp body they hold away. Even after they leave. Tension is still thick in the air. Your Master sits again on his throne, shoulders stiff and claws clenching and unclenching rhythmically. A priest gestures to a whimpering follower to step forward with their request.

As the tiny thing mutters and stumbles over their words, you watch your Lord. Black ichor leks heavily from his bandages, droplets falling to stain his already black robes an impossible shade darker. His head twitches at every sound around him, from shuffling feet to quiet words being spoken. His right hand reaches up to grip one of his wooden antlers tight, giving it a harsh tug in a futile effort to stop his twitching.

You need to do something.

With practiced movements you crawl from the throne arm and onto your Master’s lap. You settle on one of his mossy thighs, the pressure resting against the plug inside you and giving your cock something to grind against. You absentmindedly grind down, unable to hold back the whispered gasp the feeling gives you. Pleasure shoots up your spine and makes your toes curl, and you quickly bury your face into the silk robes of your Master to muffle any other sounds you might make.

Your actions make Leshy freeze, his twitching put to a stop for a brief moment out of surprise. His voice cuts through the crowd below you. You feel their eyes on you as you grind shamelessly where you sit, uncaring what they think.

“Leave us. Priest, lock the doors.” You can’t help the sly smile you hide where your face is buried as everyone files out of the room. The heavy ‘ thud ’ of the oak doors closing echoes throughout the room as Leshy’s hands finally settle on you. One rests on your lower back, rubbing downwards to fondle your ass as you continue grinding on him. 

“M-Master…” You whimper, heat gathering in your lower belly at his touch. The gentle claws of his other hand pet your head, teasing the sensitive flesh of your ears, making a purr start in your chest.

“My good kitty…” He whispers, pulling you impossibly closer to him. The fire you feel burns up through your veins at the endearment.

“You always know when I need a distraction, my good boy. I love when you beg for my attention like this. So needy …” He all but purrs, his head leaning down to nuzzle at the top of your own head. The mossy covering feels cool and soft against your overheated fur.

“Of course M-Master…I love to serve you…t-take care of your-your every need…” You manage to pant in response. Your hips keep up their movement, pre-cum leaking all over your decorative skirt and staining the fabric dark. A sharp claw nestles in between your ass cheeks to gently press against the decorative gem of your plug. 

“Such a pretty sight your ass made for me today. I would look over to you squirming, trying not to moan…” You whimper at his words, hole clenching around the thick plug he played with. His massive jaws part near you, rows and rows of sharp teeth on display, glinting in the fire light of the temple. Your Master’s forked tongue slithers out, licking across your cheek as you moan at the contact. You’ve been so starved for his touch all morning…

“Did you wish it was my cock, pet? Keeping this tight little ass -” He grips the meat of your cheeks hard, spreading them open for his fingers to keep teasing you, “stretched wide open? Would you even care that strangers would see you, on display? A cock drunk whore being used as the toy he knows he was always meant to be?”

You keen at his words, hips humping his thigh furiously as you pant and moan for him. Your tongue lolls as Leshy finally grips the hard jewel of your plug, giving gentle tugs against your flexing hole. You can so clearly see what he’s talking about, sitting on your God’s fat cock as you writhe and cum over and over again, just a toy for him to use…

“I take it you enjoy the idea, my kitty? It looks like you do~” He teases, his thigh bouncing to jerk you further into his lap. Your cock is pressing against his hip now, leaking pre-cum all over the fabric and plant matter there. The thick vine material gave a perfect friction as your Master continued to tease your ass with your plug.

With no effort he shifted you upwards and back down, now sitting properly in his lap. His own cock was pressing fully against you now, sweet nectar leaking from the tip. You wanted it in your mouth, leaking that sweet smelling fluid down your throat and into your belly…

“O-oh fuck! M-Master-!” You gasped as he finally ended his teasing, the fattest part of your plug finally slipping free of your sensitive hole with a wet ‘pop’ . Your whole body shuddered at the feeling, asshole clenching hard around nothing. With smug satisfaction Leshy set the toy aside, purring deep in his chest at your still jerking hips.

“Good job, sweet boy. Very good. I’ll give you what you want soon, let me test with my fingers first.” You whimpered in pleasured agony at his words. You had been stretched all day! You could take hi-

You screamed when two of his fingers were shoved forcefully into your ass, crooking hard against the soft walls and jerking back out hard. Then he did it again, in and out, in and out as you screamed at the feeling. His maw came close to your throat, nipping softly at the skin there, a harsh contrast to the jerking of his hand.

“Good kitty~” he whispered, and the coiling heat in your belly only grew hotter. It grew taut, ready to release if he just-kept-!

His fingers left your opening, despite the pitiful whine you gave at your ruined orgasm. Leshy gave a tut-tut at your behavior.

“Now now pet, you know you’re not allowed to cum without my say-so.” 

“Y-yes Master…” You whimpered, your voice hoarse. Leshy gave a sympathetic coo at your debauched form.

“Don’t worry sweet pet…” He purred, lifting our hips high, “You’ll get to cum as much as you want with my cock squeezed into this sweet ass…” You could feel it, the tapered end of his dick pressing against your opening, spreading nectar over your already lubed up skin. 

You gasped and bit down hard at the plant matter nearest to your face, trying desperately not to cry in ecstasy as he pushed himself into you, ever so slowly. The tapered head made entry easy, but his cock very quickly thicked in size as your hips sank down. You trembled and clenched down, hard , as he kept pushing further into you-!

“Nhgh, kitty, relax…relax for me, I can’t go deeper with you squeezing so tight-! ” You could only cry out in response, too fucked out to even understand his words. His claws roamed up and down your sides and played with your sensitive spots. Your body reacted naturally, loosening up and losing tension. 

Your slicked up hole loosened as well, and you dropped further down onto his cock with no warning. Your scream was lodged in your throat as your whole body trembled and shook. You needed to cum, you needed to cum so fucking badly-

Leshy groaned low and loud at the sudden movement, his claws gripping you tight as he panted in your ear.

“T-there. No p-problem my kitty…slipped in with no…fuck-no problem.” One of his hands gripped your own, bringing it towards your belly. Your limp paw rested where he placed it, feeling a formed bump. With wide eyes you looked down to see your own hand stroking a bump that previously wasn’t there. 

“Fucking-fugh-fuck~” You moaned, drool dripping from your lolling tongue as your hips spasmed. Rope after rope of cum shot out and onto your Master’s belly as your ass squeezed tight around his cock. Your head fell back as you looked at him, unable to see his physical eyes but knowing he could see you anyways.

He held you close as you came down from your high, cock twitching as it softened. You breathed in his woody scent, enjoying the pleasant aftershocks that still jumped through your body. His dark chuckle made you freeze, eyes popping open. With a quick jerk of his hips he reminded you that he hadn’t cum yet. 

He didn’t give you permission either.

“Naughty kitty. Guess what? Now you have to stay here until I cum too. And you’re going to keep cumming for me the entire time~ ” He hissed. Your body was enveloped in a warm red glow as Leshy’s magic flowed into you and the sated feeling you were wrapped up in before disappeared. 

With a cry your cock sprung back to life, new energy filling your body even with it feeling too sensitive to continue. Leshy didn’t give you time to adjust, thrusting up hard and deep into your hole.

You screamed again, nerves on fire even as heat flooded your veins with the need to cum again. It was too much, it wasn’t nearly enough-! 

Your Master growled, teeth displayed in a snarl as he manhandled you like a doll, forcing you up and down on his oversized cock. You hadn’t even fully recovered from your first orgasm before a second one was forcing its way through you, ripped forcefully out by magical induced stamina. 

Tears leaked from your eyes as Leshy kept using you, pushing your hips down into his and grinding into your abused hole. You could do nothing but go limp as he took what he wanted from you, bouncing you up and down. 

“Ma-Mas-” You couldn’t speak, your brain a pile of mush as you felt another orgasm start building in your gut. 

“Fucking-little slut! You wanna cum without p-permission? F-fine! Go ahead! Ke-keep cumming on my cock!” He growled, his pace not slowing down the least. Your body was oversensitive, abused and tired as heat kept building and building inside.

You loved it.

You think you managed to say so, babbling away as Leshy used your body like a toy. He groaned and grunted above you, focused on chasing his own pleasure now. It was with a jerk that you learned this, when his cock wasn’t able to pull out of your abused hole anymore.

His cock head was unfolding, flowering, like it did when he was about to cum. The tapered end opened up to reveal a beautiful light red head that would cum delicious nectar for you. Your legs wrapped tight around his hips, your once limp arms shakily grasping the wood that made up his chest and his unbuttoned robes, desperate for something to hold onto as Leshy lost himself in pleasure.

With a satisfied growl, thick ropes of nectar were shot into your ass, filling it full, and then fuller after that. You cried as you felt your belly distend more, the sugary substance stretching you further open to hold everything your Master had to give you. All you could do was sit there and take it, your own cock dribbling cum over your thighs.

Your Master continued to move you in a slow grind, his thick cock twitching inside you, jostling your filled tummy. You panted and whimpered, your throat too raw to cry and scream any longer. Leshy relaxed under you, his form going pliant as he held you close to him.

He gently grabbed his robe, using the long cloth to cover your limp form where it still laid against his chest.

“Well, that was very enjoyable, wasn’t it my kitten? I’ll give you a few minutes to come to your senses before followers come back to speak to me.”

You nuzzled into the safe area he made for you in his arms. It would be beyond embarrassing, but you weren’t going to be able to move from this spot for at least an hour. 

The flowering head of his cock acted like a plug in itself.

You hoped none of his followers would mind too much.

[zeeroweenies]

Jean --;

To you, known as a skill master with his tongue. But... As they say, surprises come in many different sizes.

You had never tried it, but.. It was always something you both had liked in secret. Breeding. Jean absolutely fantasized about filling you up. But you learned, if you didn't take it down the throat, it would go in other ways.

Jean was going to put a kid in you somehow. Even if you had to be asleep to do it.

-- Rei anon. <3

Hnnn🥺

He does it when you’re all passed out, bones weary and exhausted from the distention he’s put your body through. You’re such a good girl for him, even when you’re sleeping; letting him hold your leg high in the air so he can push his aching cock into you from behind, previous loads leaking out in wads and splotching your inner thighs white with cum as your husband fucks into your cunt.

Allowing him to shush your whines with quiet praises when you stir against him out of your slumber, incapable of interpreting the hot words whispered into the shell of your ear, only able to feel each push and pull his length makes inside you as he stretches you beyond capacity and try to take what he gives you. But it’s too much, he’s too big, and it feels like you’re about to cum again for the tenth time all in the same night.

“Jean, I can’t, c-cant take another—”

“Shhh, I’m here baby, just wanna fill you one time, promise.” It’s not the first time and certainly not the last. He knows you’re tired, he is too, can’t you feel the way his dick’s throbbing inside of you? He can’t stop yet, he knows you’ll both make great parents, it’ll pay off when you’re pregnant, when your tummy’s all round and you can’t even walk or do anything on your own because you’re pregnant with his baby. So just take as many as he gives you, ‘kay?

[theroundestoftums]

Hhh I've gotta share the amazing experience I had last night ahh - went out for dinner with my partner, spent the whole day looking forward to it, I didn't wanna eat much until then so by the time we arrive at the restaurant my stomach was already growling at all the smells. We had such a nice dinner and I ate So Much and still felt like there was room for more, but I managed to resist. We walked home and once we were back I just had to admire myself in the mirror for a bit. I've never been very comfortable seeing my stomach stick out after a meal, but this time I immediately loved it. The dress I was wearing could just about highlight the distention in my stomach, I could already feel it grumbling and working on such a nice meal, and for a moment I couldn't help but imagine myself carrying mine and my partner's child, imagining how they might take me out again to make sure our baby and I am getting only the best food to keep my tummie happy.

And then I sheepishly mentioned this thought to them - and they played along!! Acted slightly more possessively, gave me so many kisses and extra tummy rubs in bed ahh (really enjoy having a partner become slightly more possessive once they realise you're carrying their babies 💕💕💕)

- 🌸 anon

ThAT IS SO FUCKING HOT U HAVE NO IDEA HOW JELLY I AM GJSBCJSBFISB UUUUGH BRUH I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE GJSBFJS partners getting possessive and protective over their partners growing bump and future child lEAVES ME FERAL IN THE BEST KINDA WAYS GJSBCJEBG 😭😭😩😩😩

[despairs-tyrant-king]

what are you thinking about?

Abdominal distention. I like it when I can see and feel my cock through their skin as a nice tummy bump.

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Let It Snow Chapter 3/4: And Since We’ve No Place To Go

Pairing: Steve x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 3,658

Warnings: Intense noncon (turns into dubcon) smut, breeding kink, knotting, ABO/heat cycles; stomach distention (idk the thing where you see the dick in the stomach; size kink? is it size kink?), dirty talk, kind of manipulation bc of Alpha/Omega instincts, idk it’s all shady, Steve is a shady man

A/N: Hello, I know everyone has been eagerly waiting for this next chapter!! I'm so sorry for the delay; I have been studying for the NCLEX and it's taken a serious chunk of time out of my life, bc I want to pass so that I can finally be a nurse. So that has kind of taken priority over writing for the time being. Because of that, I don't expect to have another chapter out until after I pass, which (hopefully) should be next Friday. I expect to get the next chapter out sometime the week after that. Thank you again to @jessieray98 my beta reader!

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Steve pressed his body flush against her now, and she was able to fully feel the outline of his hard cock against her. It had been hard for so long—painful and aching, waiting to get inside this sweet Omega—that he groaned at the feeling of it pressed against her, relief in the soft pressure of her belly.

“Wait—Captain Rogers—”

Shaking his head, he chuckled and pushed his body harder against hers, unable to resist anymore. “Sweet Omega—precious girl… Let me show you.”

It was easy to nudge her hand away from her stomach and press his hand against her instead, right on her pelvis, where he could feel blood pulsing and churning, readying her body to carry life. The sensation of his body so close to hers, only separated by the thin fabric of her dress, the way it eased the cramping and contracting of her womb—she couldn’t help but moan, sweet relief and warmth washing through her stomach.

“C-captain,” she stammered, body practically convulsing against him. Oh, he loved it when she called him that. “I don’t—I need—I need—" As she whimpered her denial of him, her body giving conflicting messages. Her pelvis pressed forward against his hips, trying to get closer, while her hands pressed against his broad shoulders, trying in vain to push him away.

His other hand still rested on the back of her neck, but it smoothed up the back of her head, fingers winding into her hair and gripping hard, tilting her head to the side to present her scent glands to him. They were beautifully flushed, contrasting against the color of her skin, and puffy, swollen, exuding the most delicious smell. He slowly leaned his head forward, nose brushing from her ear, down her neck, to the join of her neck and shoulder, pressing his nose against that hypersensitive gland.

The sensation made her squirm, drew a frail whimper from her lips, a helpless little sound, his helpless Omega. Steve breathed her scent in, mind reeling at finally being able to scent her straight from the source.

She smelled like fresh, earthy herbs—basil and thyme—and something sweet, floral, like lavender. Then there was something distinctly her, something a little musky, maybe like vanilla, but deeper. He associated it with her arousal, like the sweet cum left on her pillow after she would bring herself to orgasm.

The feeling of his nose on her hardly prepared her for when his lips met her heated skin, tongue darting out to taste her skin, salty with sweat, the fresh scent of soap, a taste of the Mediterranean Sea. His tongue was so hot against her, so wet and soothing against her swollen glands, she couldn’t help but let out a shuddering breath, something between a whimper and a moan.

And then he closed his lips around the puckered skin and sucked, sweet pressure torturing her, too much and not enough sensation all at once. “Oh—” she whimpered, grinding her hips against him, the hard line of his cock pressing painfully into her pubic bone.

Recognizing that his Omega needed some kind of relief, Steve shoved a knee between her legs, pressing his thigh up against the cleft between her thighs. The creamy folds of her skirt bunched up between them and he could feel that her slick had already soaked through her panties.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, scratching his nails gently along her scalp. At the same time, he took her hip in one hand and pressed her down against his thigh, letting her pussy drag against the rough fabric of his dress pants, just short of enough pressure to be satisfying.

Mind swirling, she was delirious with the sensations now, caught up between the lips on her neck, the pressure on her cunt, the hardness of his cock against her tummy, and the heat of his hands on her body. Momentarily, she relinquished herself to the feelings, letting him maneuver her hips until she was clenching her thighs around his, pressing down on his leg, grinding up against him—begging him for something, anything more.

“A-Alpha,” she cried, her body an object for him to manipulate as he worked towards his end goal. “Alpha, please, please—”

“Tell me what you need, Omega.”

“I need—I need—” she gulped. “I need to come—please.”

“Come on my thigh, sweetheart. Just one to take the edge off.”

“No—no—Alpha, I need more—”

He tightened his grip on her hair and pressed his thigh up harder against her. “Greedy girl,” he growled into her skin, teeth grazing against her scent glands, marking sharp scratches into the swollen tissue, and she sobbed. Tears fell down her cheeks, he could feel them dripping down her neck and wetting the side of his face. “My greedy little Omega… You’re gonna come on my thigh—and then I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece.” He licked her tears up, up her neck, her cheeks.

“Steve,” she whispered.

A few gentle kisses on her cheeks, her temples, her open lips, seemed to mollify her enough that she stopped struggling. “I want to taste you, your sweet little cunt. I’m gonna work you open, get you ready to take my cock. And then I’m going to fuck you, deep like your body needs me, and I’m gonna knot you. Oh, baby doll—I’m gonna keep you on my knot all day, just like you need—”

Steve wasn’t expecting her to come so abruptly, but she did, crying out into the air around them, tears still falling, thighs clenching down on his, body almost convulsing from the pleasure. Her fists knotted into his hair, holding him against her neck until she was finished, panting heavily against his skin, head rolling back, dazed.

Although he had sated her immediate pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was begging for him again, writhing in pain. He managed to get her up the stairs and onto the mattress before she stirred again.

“Wait—” she muttered, still too boneless to fight him off.

“I’m not waiting anymore, Omega—this is what you need,” he growled against her neck. His fingers worked at the zipper of her dress, quickly pulling it off her shoulders and down her legs. The navy silk of her underwear didn’t match her lacy maroon bra, but she looked beautiful to him, dressed in red, white, and blue, his colors, like she wore it just for him.

“Steve—” she gasped, trying to cover her chest with her arms. “No, wait—Steve—”

It was unfortunate that she was still lucid enough to try and resist him. Soon enough she would realize again how much she needed his cock.

Slotting himself between her thighs, hips keeping her legs spread wide just for him, he began to scent her thoroughly. Rubbing his beard and scent glands against her chest and face, her neck, her shoulders—everywhere he could reach—intent on marking her as his, exuding enough strong dominant Alpha pheromones to temporarily calm her mind into surrender. With her hands pushing against him, it made his task difficult, so he pinned her wrists down with one strong hand.

He kissed along her breasts, fingers pulling down the straps of her bra so her shoulders were bare, then the cups so her breasts were naked for him. A quick press of his lips against her scent gland, and then he trailed down to her breasts, lapped his soft tongue gently at her nipples until she was moaning and pushing her chest up into him.

Her earlier protests soon died away as her need suddenly grew stronger, hands trembling with want as he held her tight, her body writhing against him. The vibrating in her skin returned as her arousal mounted, the tidal wave of her heat peaking once again. Instinct demanded his knot buried inside her, trapping his cock and his come deep within her cunt. It manifested as a feeling deep within her, an itch, an ache, one that she knew wouldn’t go away without something filling her up.

Although her mind resisted, her body knew what it needed. Her body knew it needed Steve’s thick Alpha knot filling her up; now that part of her overpowered her own will.

The press of his cock against her core through the fabric of their clothes made her whine for him, hips canting against his. He could smell her arousal, feel her plush flesh on his, so fucking sweet and intoxicating, it made his head swim.

“So soft,” he groaned against her flesh, teeth grazing her areolas and making her keen. “So pretty.” He could only imagine how they would swell for him, hold milk for their pups, how lovely they would be throughout her pregnancy.

“Steve, please—”

“Don’t worry, pretty little Omega,” he chuckled against the peak of her breast. “I’ll take care of you, love.”

“Please, please, please.” Her mindless begging made his cock twitch and ache with need. “Please, Alpha, please—”

“You beg so pretty, my darling.” He raised himself up on his knees above her, distancing their hips, much to her displeasure as she let out a soft sob and pouted up at him. One hand held her wrists together against her stomach while his other took her hip in a bruising grip, preventing her from making any movement towards him.

His eyes were trained on the damp spot on her panties, darkening the blue fabric to a glossy black, so much slick soaked through that the fabric shone from her wetness. He wanted to lick the fabric dry until the only thing he could taste was her cunt.

Gentle fingers skimmed across her pussy over the silk, rubbing just enough to make the fabric slip and slide over her labia, over her clit, everything so wet that it eliminated all friction on her sensitive flesh.

Another sob escaped her lips, wrists straining against his hold. Lost in her tortuous heat, she chanted for him. “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—”

“Beg for me, sweetheart,” he interrupted her mantra. “I want to hear you beg for me again.”

“Please,” she acquiesced at once, wincing as her uterus contracted, a mild cramp located in her core. “Please, oh please, please Alpha, I need you—”

His fingers pressing against her pussy cut her words short, firm circles on her clit through her panties, almost enough pressure but just something missing—

“That’s a good start, honey, but I know you can do better than that.”

“Oh, God” she sobbed, tears spilling, “Oh, God—more! Put your fingers in me—fuck me—please, fuck me, knot me, please, please Alpha—” It was agony, the way he tormented her with his barely-there touches, everything just not enough. She gasped and winced as the cramp grew stronger, taking over her mind, the pitch of her voice rising with hysteria at the pain. “Please, please—it hurts!” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes and falling down her temples into her hairline. “It hurts so bad, Alpha, I need more, I need you to fix it, please—”

“Oh, sweetie,” he cooed, blue eyes looking down at her with pity and lust and love, and it was almost cruel the way he loved her. After removing her panties, he pushed a finger inside her pussy, groaning at the way her walls fluttered around him like they were trying to keep him inside. “You’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna have to open you up before you can take my cock.”

She shook her head, “No, Alpha, please—need it now—”

He pulled his hand away and delivered a hard slap to her cunt, the sting amplified by her wetness, making her cry out. “Now, now,” he chastised her as she thrashed around. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Be a good girl and let your Alpha work you open.”

Leaning over her, he returned his finger to her heat, working her clit with his thumb and distracting her with deep kisses, swallowing her whimpers and sobs. Slowly, he worked another finger into her, then another, until he was teasing at her entrance with his pinky. She opened up beautifully for him, so pink and flushed and dripping wet, ready for his cock.

As she was on the verge of coming, he withdrew his fingers, ignoring her sweet little whine as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. He looked down at her, the way she writhed around before him, needy and wanting for his knot. Palming his bulge leisurely, he groaned. “God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”

“Alpha—” she whimpered.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening.” He unbuttoned his pants slowly and took them off along with his underwear. Then he took his cock in his hand, stroking it. “I’m finally gonna fuck you.” She was distracted from his words at the sight of his cock, which she reached for with grabby hands, her mouth watering at the sight. “I’m gonna fuck you all through your heat, come inside you so many times, plug you full with my knot.”

That seemed to almost break her out of her reverie, and a flash of a frown played on her face. “I’m not on birth control,” she said. “Please don’t—we can’t—are there—do you have condoms?”

He groaned, tightening his grip at the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come. “Oh, baby, my love, my darling,” he leaned over her, easily resisting her hands trying to push him away, thick thighs like cinderblocks between her legs, holding her wide open and exposed for his cock, which he positioned at her weeping entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. It’ll feel so good bare—nothing separating us, nothing preventing my seed from taking root in your stomach.”

“Wait!” she gasped as he pushed forward, her eager cunt consuming him.

“I’m not waiting anymore,” he growled, pushing in all the way until his balls rested against her ass. “I’ve waited for months.” Pulling out, he gave a sharp thrust, making her groan. He repeated, “I’m not waiting anymore.”

As he started to fuck her in full, she keened, back arching into him, his threats of impregnating her completely forgotten what with the sudden relief he gave her. “Alpha!” she gasped, hands no longer pushing him away, but instead holding onto his shoulders, his hair, as he furiously fucked into her.

“Good girl, my good, sweet Omega,” he groaned.

His words melted the remaining hesitance inside of her and she arched up into him, wanting to be his good girl, his sweet Omega. “Yes, yes, Alpha, yes—” she chanted, until he fucked her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

Fisting her hair, Steve pulled her head to the side to bare her neck to him. “Take my cock, Omega—you take it so well.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her scent gland, then placed his lips over it and sucked, her sweet scent flooding his nose and mouth like he was drowning in her perfume.

It was all too much for her—his cock, his lips, her heat having been building for so long, his incessant teasing—and she came hard, body spasming in his arms. He continued to fuck her through it, as her muscles went rigid and shaky, and then lax as she relaxed into him. Her eyes were glazed now, her body limp, letting him fuck her like a ragdoll, letting him revel in the way her pussy spasmed around his cock and sucked him in deeper.

And once her orgasm was done, and she realized that he still hadn’t given her his knot, she sobbed. “No, no, Steve, Alpha—need your knot—please—”

“Oh, I know, honey, my poor baby.” He leaned down over her with a condescending grin, peppering her skin with soft little kisses. She whimpered and squirmed. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you my knot, baby.”

He straightened up and sat back on his feet, draping her thighs across his own, easily holding her boneless legs around his hips. His thrusts jarred her each time, and she whimpered with every single one, her spent body being pummeled by his cock. When he hitched her hips up a little higher, allowing his cock to hit that perfect spot each time, that’s when he saw the bulge in her pelvis, the shape of his large cock visible fucking in and out of her.

She cried out. The sensation of his cock inside of her was incredible, overwhelming almost to the point of pain. Her head was bearing her weight at an odd angle now with this new position.

“See this, my love?” he asked, pushing in all the way, hips stilling. Running his fingers lightly across the bulge in her tummy, he encouraged her to look at it. “That’s my cock, right where it belongs. Deep inside you, making you mine.” He slowly started to fuck her again, letting the heat slowly build up again until she was squirming and urgent. “Tell me, are you mine?”

“Alpha, please,” she begged him again, “I need your knot—please, please—”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he purred, picking up speed, hardly breaking a sweat. Playing with her clit, he ran his other hand over her breasts, her belly, her hips, looking at her so reverently, with so much love in his eyes and his heart for his Omega. In a soft voice, he said, “You’re going to be such a good Omega for me, my pretty girl.”

“Yes,” she sighed as his fingers on her clit sped up until she was thrusting her hips into his as much as she could. He could tell by her face that she was close, the way her eyebrows scrunched together, lips opening around nothing as she cooed for more.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he whispered, almost reaching his own completion, voice growing gruffer and guttural the closer he got. “I’m gonna fill your belly with me, and you’re going to look so beautiful.” He growled, “Gonna look so pretty, belly swollen with my pups,” he ran a hand across her stomach, then brought it up to squeeze her breast. “Our babies will nurse from these, and I’m gonna keep you filled up all the time—God—so fucking pretty—a baby in your belly, a baby on your tit—"

He pushed her over the edge then, the finger on her clit rubbing her to completion, his words fueling the illicit fire in her stomach, her Omega brain craving his words to be actualized. “Yes!” she cried, her body tightening and snapping, cunt milking his cock for his release.

Finally, he let himself go, allowed himself to come deep inside her, the head of his cock pressed right at her malleable cervix, ripe to receive his seed and take it into her womb and create a physical token of their love, of his ownership of her body.

His knot swelled and caught at the entrance of her cunt, locking his cock and his come deep inside of her, the pressure on her walls prolonging her orgasm. He collapsed over her and gave a few deep, aborted thrusts, his knot limiting his movement as he tried to fuck his come deeper inside of her although she was already so full, the imprint of his cock in her belly more visible than ever now.

The endorphins from the knotting flooded his mind, made him crazy, and suddenly, he could only think of one thing: claiming her in every possible way.

Teeth bared, he bit down hard on her bonding gland, feeling the skin stretch and then snap as he sank his canines deep into her shoulder. Her blood and scent flooded his mouth, tasting like the sweetest wine he had ever drank, rich and bold, complimented by her cry of pleasure and her cunt clamping down on his cock for the third time, body quaking underneath him with the force of her orgasm.

He came again, too, sending more come deep inside her. It seared her insides and he could feel that there was so much of it, copious amounts filling her entire channel all the way down to his knot wedged inside her entrance.

The bond snapped into place so suddenly that it jarred him, feeling the tug of her soul against his, her pleasure magnifying and intensifying his own. He hoped she could feel his love for her, his desire and his devotion. It felt so right, almost like they had always been bonded, and suddenly Steve couldn’t think of his life without her, without their hearts twined together, a perfect fit, like they were custom made, manufactured just for each other.

“My love,” he sighed, bringing his lips all along her neck, licking and kissing and scenting her thoroughly, lapping away the blood and tear tracks, all salt and sharp metallic until he licked it all away and he could only taste her skin and her scent. He buried his face in her hair then, rubbing against her, before pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted in bliss. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup her face. “Darling, look at me.”

Steve wanted to see his mate’s eyes, look into her soul as he knotted her, wanted to watch her as their souls bound together the same way their bodies did.

Her eyes opened, bleary and unseeing. His cock twitched at how dazed she looked, knowing that it was all due to him, his cock. Then she seemed to focus on him, and she frowned.

“S-Steve…” A twinge of confusion pulled at their bond. “What… what did you do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed gently. He kissed her, which easily distracted her in her befuddled state of mind. Then he thrusted his hips against her again, as deep as he could go, rubbing at her clit until she shook, coming for a fourth time, body hypersensitive, needing his baby.

It was this orgasm that brought her down, and she passed out, thoroughly sated to the point of exhaustion, his cock still lodged deep inside of her.

[the1918]

wait what is tummy distention?

A kink that is not for everyone but is world-shattering when down correctly

[shygainingcutie]

🎈What’s the most swollen your tummy has ever felt?

It was probably embarrassing, but...

"One time, I tried to liquid bloat myself with milk." Margot finally admitted, fussing with her braid and her apron in embarrassment.

"It felt really nice at first, and you could even see the belly distention, but... I felt all swollen and bloated for hours."

[i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind]

In Sickness and In Hell -  Chapter 2

Here’s chapter 2 :) 

@lurkingwhump I glove you and your whumpish ways 

I hope you enjoy

It was only half an hour later that Kurt heard a knock at their door. He extracted himself from Jane's grip, sneaking out of the room quietly. Looking through the peephole, he recognized the man on the other side of the door to be their family physician; Doctor John.

He opened the door, greeting the doctor.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice.” Kurt said, shaking the doctor's hand.

“Not a problem.” Doctor John replied. “From what you were saying on the phone, her pain is quite severe.”

Kurt nodded.

“I had the same bug yesterday, and it was nothing compared to what she's going through.”

The doctor nodded.

“Let's go and take a look at her.”

“She's just in the bedroom. She fell asleep about half an hour ago.” Kurt said, leading the doctor towards Jane.

The doctor waited in the doorway, while Kurt sat beside his wife, rubbing her shoulder gently.

“Jane.” he said softly. “The doctor’s here.”

Jane's face contorted in pain as consciousness came back to her. She shifted uncomfortably, her arms drawing tightly around her stomach again.

She blinked up at Kurt, a look of resignation in her eyes. Kurt offered a small smile in return. He knew she didn't want to be examined by yet another doctor, but he was also not taking no for an answer. Something was clearly wrong with her, and he would be irresponsible not to get her checked.

“Hi Jane.” the doctor greeted from the doorway. “Do you mind if I come in?”

Jane cast one last look at Kurt, before turning towards the doctor. Not finding the strength within herself to talk, Jane merely nodded.

Kurt got off the bed and moved to the side, giving the doctor room to work.

Doctor John moved into the room, laying his briefcase on the floor beside the bed.

“Tell me what's been going on.” he said softly, crouching down beside her. He could sense her growing discomfort at his presence and wanted to try and make her feel a little more comfortable. If that meant just talking for a start, then he would move slowly.

“I just have a stomach bug.” Jane said flatly. “Kurt had it yesterday, and now I have it today.” She was clearly agitated.

“Ok.” the doctor said softly. “And what about this pain you've got in your tummy?”

Jane tried to suppress an eyeroll. It's just a damn virus for God's sake! She glanced up at Kurt, her annoyance diminishing slightly at the concern on his face. She frowned and took a deep breath. They were just trying to help. The sooner she be polite and play ball, the sooner they would let her just go back to sleep.

She cleared her throat, knowing her voice would be husky from the intense vomiting.

“The cramps started with the vomiting.” she said. “But they've grown progressively worse.” she admitted.

“Any diarrhea?” the doctor asked.

She nodded her head in affirmation.

“Ok Jane. Do you mind if I have a look at you?” the doctor asked kindly.

“Ok.” was all she could get out. She cast a pleading look at Kurt and he moved around the other side of the bed, taking her hand in his. It was possible she was suffering from a little PTSD due to her time in the hospital.

The doctor opened his briefcase, taking out a pulse oximeter and his thermometer. He checked all of Jane's vitals, writing them down on a small notepad, before returning the devices to the briefcase.

“Can you lie on your back for me?” the doctor asked. “I just want to have a look at your tummy.”

Jane complied, but couldn't help the small cry of pain that escaped her lips at the change of position. Instinctively, she wanted to roll back on her side. She held her stomach, breathing heavily against the pain.

“Ok, ok.” The doctor soothed. “I'll make it quick.”

Kurt took her hand off of her abdomen, giving the doctor room to work. He held tightly, wanting to offer her strength.

The doctor pulled his stethoscope out of his briefcase, before gently lifting Jane's shirt. He listened to different parts of Jane's stomach, before removing the chestpiece. He frowned as he listened, and Kurt's concern only grew.

“I'm just going to have a bit of a feel now. You tell me if it gets too much.” he said softly to Jane.

Jane grit her teeth as he began his examination.

He worked his way from the bottom of her belly, palpating as he went. As he moved up higher, Jane could no longer suppress her cry of pain. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes and she was in real danger of completely losing her resolve.

She was feeling overwhelmed, both by the pain and sickness and from having to be poked and prodded yet again.

The doctor rubbed her arm comfortingly, allowing her to roll back onto her side into a ball.

Kurt sat watching the ordeal, at risk of wanting to cry himself. He hated seeing her in this much pain, especially when there was nothing he could do to help.

“Now I'm fairly sure that you don't have a stomach bug.” the doctor said. “Or if you do, the symptoms are underlying.”

“What does that mean?” Kurt asked, crossing his arms.

“I think you might have pancreatitis.” the doctor said. “I would like you to admit you into hospital, where they can run more tests.”

Jane shook her head.

“Not happening.” she ground out through a fresh wave of pain.

“Jane…” Kurt said.

“No hospitals.” she breathed.

Kurt shot a desperate look at the doctor.

“Jane you're heart rate is elevated, as is your temperature.” Doctor John started, crouching down on the floor, near her head. “You have swelling in the upper quadrant of your abdomen as well as guarding when I press down. That along with the severe pain, vomiting and diarrhea… you are almost textbook.”

Jane frowned.

“Like I said… I'm not going.”

“Jane… what you need to understand…” the doctor started, speaking softly, “If you do have pancreatitis… if left untreated, and unobserved, there is a great risk of you becoming very unwell.”

“That's a risk I'm willing to take.” she hissed.

Kurt got up off the bed, shaking his head.

“Can you give us a moment doc?” he asked, his voice emotional. The doctor nodded, moving out of the room. Kurt shut the door slowly behind him.

Jane was about to start protesting again, when Kurt turned around. His face was flushed, and Jane could see that he was holding back tears.

“Kurt?” she asked in a small voice.

“I can't lose you, Jane.” he said, his voice breaking.

Jane sat up slowly,  resting against the headboard.

“You're not going to.” she replied matter of factly.

He shook his head again, closing his eyes.

“I know the last few months have been hard on you.” he said, sitting on the bed beside her. “But I've nearly lost you twice.” He hung his head. “I don't think I could do it a third time.”

“Kurt…” she whispered taking his hand.

“Please just go to the hospital.” he begged. “I'll be with you the whole time.” He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly. “I know you're scared… and I'm scared too… but-” his voice cracked. “I need you to be ok.”

Jane looked down at the briefcase the doctor had left in the room. She could see the small notepad lying on top. Temp 101.84, Pulse 108, Diminished bowel sounds, abdominal distention and guarding.

She hung her head.

“You're right.” she whispered. “I am scared.”

Kurt squeezed her hand.

“I'm scared that if I go in there… this time I won't come back out.” She looked up at him, the worry she felt displayed on his face.

“There's a greater risk if you don't go baby.” he said softly, cupping the side of her cheek.

She sighed in resignation.

“No ambulance.” she said. “You drive me… and the moment they start talking about me going home… I'm leaving.”

He nodded. He could work with that.

“I'll go and tell the doctor.” he said, kissing her on the forehead. He stopped at the door, turning back to look at her. “You'll be ok, Jane.” he promised, before opening the door and leaving

She forced out a weak smile, before screwing her face up, her stomach choosing that moment to spike her pain levels up again. She lay back in the fetal position, waiting for Kurt to return.

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When they arrived at the hospital, Kurt helped Jane sit on one of the chairs, away from other patients who were waiting to be seen. She immediately curled into herself, clenching her teeth so she wouldn't cry out against the pain. He rubbed her shoulder gently, before taking her referral up to reception.

He returned a few minutes later, sitting down beside her and putting his arm around her shoulders. She instantly leaned into him, the pain beginning to overwhelm her.

“Sshh.” he soothed, rubbing her back. “The receptionist said they shouldn't be too long.”

Jane let out a small moan, both her hands in tight fists, her arms wrapped around her middle tightly.

About twenty minutes passed, before Jane started shifting uncomfortably.

“You ok?” Kurt asked.

“I might be sick.” she warned, breathing heavily, her fingers pressed to her lips.

Kurt made his way back to reception, quickly returning with an emesis bag.

He gave her the bag and winced as she started retching.

Jane didn't even care that she was in public by that point. The pain in her abdomen and the nausea surging through her body the only things she could truly think about. She was absolutely miserable. She could feel Kurt's hand rubbing small circles on her back, and tried to focus on that as her body heaved nothing but bile and acid into the plastic bag.

A nurse came by with a wheelchair at that point.

“Jane Doe?” she asked, and Kurt nodded in confirmation. “Hi I'm Rosie, a bed has just freed up.”

With Kurt's help, they got Jane situated into the chair. She was still hunched over the emesis bag, the pain and the nausea in a battle of the most prevalent. Eventually the pain won out, and Jane leaned to the side of the wheelchair, nearly collapsing in exhaustion.

“Jane!” Kurt exclaimed, catching her as she started tipping to one side.

Jane could only whimper in reply, the pain in her belly twisting like hot knives.

“Let's get you into a cubicle, my dear.” the nurse said kindly. She wheeled Jane through the double doors, Kurt following close behind.

They helped Jane changed into a hospital gown and took down her height and weight, before settling her onto the bed. Jane curled back into the fetal position, the moment she was able to lay down. Rosie left the room to get some equipment to check Jane's vitals and Kurt busied himself tucking the blankets around her.

He took a seat beside her, hold her hand tightly.

Rosie returned minutes later. She lay an emesis bowl on the bed in front of Jane and got to work checking her vitals and starting an IV.

Jane's eyes stayed squeezed shut the entire time, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

“Please… is there anything you can give her for the pain?” Kurt asked Rosie, stroking the side of Jane's head.

Rosie shook her head

“Unfortunately I can't give her anything until the doctor has charted it…” she cast them a sympathetic look. “It shouldn't be too long now.” She rubbed Jane on the shoulder, before exiting the cubicle, leaving them alone.

“Oh, my love.” Kurt whispered, as Jane let out another cry of pain. Her face was screwed up and he could see she was about to lose the battle with her emotions. “Sssh…” he soothed, continuing to stroke her head. “You're ok…”

“It hurts.” she cried softly, her face turning into the pillow as her body writhed in agony.

“I know it does baby.” Kurt replied, his heart broken. “The doctor will be here soon.”

They sat in silence for a moment, before Jane spoke up.

“Kurt… I’m sorry.” she whispered.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, slightly confused.

“I’m sorry that you have to watch this.” she replied in a small voice.

“Oh Jane…” he whispered.

“No… as you said… you’ve nearly lost me twice in the last couple of months… and now you have to watch me going through this… and I haven’t exactly made the whole ordeal easy on you.” she ground out, her voice laced with pain.

“Jane..”  he said again. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“I know…” she replied softly. “But I’m still so sorry for all that you’ve been through.”

He shook his head, both not wanting to think about what they had been through, and also not wanting her to bear that burden.

“None of this is your fault Jane.” he said emphatically.

“Maybe not…” she said “But I still could have made things easier on you.”

“Sshhh.” he whispered. “None of that matters now… let’s just get you better.”

“Ok.” she said in a small voice.

She groaned again, clutching tightly to his hand as a fresh wave of pain coursed through her.

“Sssh…” he murmured again, leaning forward, allowing her to curl her face into his chest. “I’ve got you…. Just breathe.” He rubbed her back softly, trying to offer any form of comfort.

The doctor chose that moment to pull the curtains back, entering the cubicle. Kurt stood, moving around to her back, to give the doctor a little room.

“I’m Doctor Guthrie.” he said, introducing himself. “I’ve just read over your referral from Doctor John. It says here he suspects you may have pancreatitis.”

Jane only nodded in reply, suddenly unable to find her voice through her haze of pain.

The doctor stepped into the cubicle, taking a seat beside Jane.

“All of your stats are pointing towards this diagnoses. I’ll have a look at you and then we will start running some tests to confirm.”

“Ok.” Jane managed to grind out.

“Roll onto your back for me.” Doctor Guthrie said, raising her gown once she had managed to straighten out enough for him to work. He exposed her stomach, and Kurt winced at the swelling that was now notable.

Kurt moved to the head of the bed, holding Jane’s hand tightly as the doctor pressed down softly.

Even though the doctors ministrations were gentle, Jane couldn't help the wail of torment that emerged between clenched teeth. Her face crumpled in pain, tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes, trailing into her hairline.

Kurt stroked her hair off her forehead, trying to do something to help her through the examination.

The doctor stopped palpating her stomach, putting his stethoscope in his ears and listening intently.

He finished the examination, lowering her gown and helping her roll back onto her side. Jane groaned, her pain and nausea at battle again. She curled around the emesis bowl, breathing heavily through her nose.

The doctor rubbed her shoulder in sympathy.

“I'll get you some painkillers.” he said kindly, leaving the cubicle.

He arrived moments later, Jane still trying to convince her body not to throw up again.

Doctor Guthrie administered some pain relief and an antiemetic. Kurt rubbed her back softly, just wanting her to know he was there.

“So far I have to agree with your family physician. Everything is indicating pancreatitis.” the doctor said, once Jane started to calm down a little. “I'll get Rosie to come and do some bloodwork and I'll order an ultrasound to confirm.”

Jane didn't answer, too caught up in trying to control her breathing. The painkillers and anti nausea were starting to work, but she still didn't trust her body enough to move away from the bowl.

The doctor left the cubicle and Kurt moved forward again, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

Slowly Jane gained more confidence in herself, straightening away from the bowl. She stayed on her side, her knees drawn up to her chest in the only position that was giving her a little relief.

“You ok?” she asked Kurt, making him chuckle.

At her raised eyebrow, he explained; “You're the one in the hospital bed… and you're asking me if I'm ok?”

Jane nodded.

Seeing she was serious, Kurt kissed her gently on the forehead.

“You truly are one in a million.” At Jane's pointed look, he continued. “But yes. I'm ok.” He stroked the side of her head, his face turning serious. “Seeing you like this is hard.” he admitted. “But knowing you're in the right place makes it a little less daunting.”

Jane shifted so she could look at him better.

“I'm sorry for being so difficult earlier.” she whispered. Her voice was still pained, but with the painkillers, was at least a little stronger.

He shook his head.

“It's ok my love, I get it.”

Her eyes were downcast, her chin wobbling. He could see how afraid she was and he hated it. With the dulling of the pain, her anxiety seemed to be leaking through the cracks.

“Hey.” he said softly. “You're ok.”

She took a shaky breath.

“I know… it's just that being here… it reminds me of…”

“I know baby.” he soothed.

“I had accepted death Kurt.” she said in a small voice. “And then I was cured and I thought everything would be ok… but being here… I'm feeling all of those emotions all over again… the fear… the acceptance… it's so dark.” Her lips quivered, and Kurt could see she was trying not to cry.

“Hey… it's ok sweetheart.” he kissed the back of her hand. “This is different. This isn't ZIP.”

“I know… it's just hard being here again.”

Kurt nodded.

“And this time I can see the worry in your eye.” she said, reaching up and touching his face. “I don't know if that makes it easier or harder to deal with.”

“Either way, I'm right here.” he said, holding her hand to his chest. “Everything is going to be ok.” he promised.

She exhaled slowly.

“I'm so lucky to have you.” she said, offering him a small smile.

He kissed the back of her hand again.

“Yeah you are.” he quipped, earning himself a larger smile. “Rest my love.” he said kissing her forehead. “The nurse will be here soon.”

Jane complied, closing her eyes. The pain was still severe, but the painkillers had managed to dull it down to a slightly more manageable level - that and the anti nausea seemed to be working. She dozed, knowing there would be a whirlwind of tests waiting for her when she woke, but content in knowing that, once again, Kurt would be by her side.