#imagine you're pregnant

[pregination]

Eliana Dorotea

2017 wurde ich ungeplant mit unserer dritten Tochter schwanger, was meinem Partner nicht zusprach. Er verließ mich und unsere Familie, da er sich nicht vorstellen konnte mit so großem Abstand erneut ein Kind zu bekommen. Für mich war von Anfang an klar: ich will dieses Baby!

Die Schwangerschaft war für mich die schwierigste, ich war allein, musste unser Leben komplett umdenken, wir zogen um und ich musste meine perfekte heile Welt hinter mir lassen.

Eliana wurde am 23.07. geboren, ich sage bis heute, dass ihre Geburt für mich die schönste war, ich vertraute meinem Körper so sehr, wie keinem mal zuvor. Wir waren zuvor noch im Urlaub, gerade wieder drei Tage zurück zuhause, als sie sich auf den Weg machte. Sie hatte es eilig, am Nachmittag begann ich die Wehen zu tracken, sie kamen schön regelmäßig und waren sehr gut auszuhalten, sie intensivierten sich schnell, so dass ich gegen 18:00 Uhr auf dem Weg in die Klinik war. Meine Mutter begleitete mich und stand mir bei. Ich konnte mich in der Wanne gut entspannen, hier musste auch meine Fruchtblase geplatzt sein. Eine gute Stunde später spürte ich, dass ich pressen musste, ich erinnere mich noch ganz genau daran, wie ruhig und besonnen das alles ablief, meine Hebamme untersuchte mich, ermutigte mich, ich war voller Energie, ich war so bereit mein Glückskind endlich in den Armen zu halten. Ich presste mit aller Kraft vier mal, dann war sie da, sanft im Wasser geboren.

Romy Estelle

Ich hatte nicht damit gerechnet drei Jahre später noch einmal Mutter zu werden, mein neuer Partner und ich waren noch nicht lange zusammen, als ich den positiven Schwangerschaftstest in den Händen hielt. Doch es war perfekt. Wir freuten uns sehr auf unsere erste gemeinsame Tochter. Die Schwangerschaft verlief perfekt, trotz Pandemie und Einschränkungen. Am 12.12. war es dann soweit und meine Fruchtblase platze mitten in der Nacht, die Wehen kamen schnell und erbarmungslos, wir machten uns sofort auf den Weg in die Klinik, ich wurde aufgenommen, musste aber allein aufs Zimmer bis die Geburt tatsächlich losging und wir in den Kreißsaal durften. Als wir ankamen war mein Muttermund erst bei vier Zentimetern, trotz kräftiger Wehen. Weinend lag ich also allein auf meinem Zimmer in den Wehen, welche so unglaublich schmerzhaft waren. Und es zog sich wie Kaugummi, ich hatte fast keinen Fortschritt, denn knappe vier Stunden später war mein Muttermund dann erst bei fünf Zentimetern. Ich bekam Medikamente und wehenfördernde Mittel und die Schmerzen wurden immer unerträglicher. Doch dann ging es plötzlich ganz schnell, keine zwei Stunden später lag ich im Kreißsaal, immer noch allein, da mein Partner mittlerweile wieder von zuhause ins Krankenhaus zurückkommen musste. Zu allem weiteren Übel hatte mein Baby es jetzt so eilig, dass ich unweigerlich zu pressen begann, doch dann blieb sie stecken. Ihre Schulter hatte sich verkeilt. Die Ärztin war wirklich toll, doch in meinem ganzen Leben hatte ich noch nie solche Schmerzen, die Ärztin drückte meine Beine zu meinem Oberkörper, zog sie herunter. Sie versuchte alles mein Baby sicher auf diese Welt zu bringen. Einige qualvolle Minuten später war sie da, nach knappen 45 Minuten. Mein Partner kam und war am Boden zerstört, die Geburt seiner Tochter verpasst zu haben und nicht für mich da gewesen zu sein.

Isabella

Leider hielt unsere Beziehung nicht. Wir trennten uns kurz nach der Geburt von Romy. Mein Herz war gebrochen, nun war ich wieder allein. Ich ertrank meinen Schmerz in jeder Menge One Night Stands. Kurz vor Weihnachten 2022 wurde ich erneut schwanger. Als ich erfuhr, dass ich wieder schwanger war, brach meine Welt zusammen, wie sollte ich das alles schaffen? Aber trotzdem war mir klar, ich würde dieses Baby zur Welt bringen. Irgendwie würde es wohl schon gehen, oder? Irgendwie geht es ja immer. Die Schwangerschaft war leider ziemlich kompliziert, drei mal lag ich für einige Wochen im Krankenhaus, da sich mein Muttermund unter vorzeitigen Wehen stark verkürzte, so kam es auch, dass mein kleiner Schatz sich sechs Wochen zu früh auf den Weg machte. Am 13.08. holte ich meine Töchter von einer Geburtstagsparty ab, als ich erneut Wehen bekam. Ich fuhr zu meinen Eltern um sie dort abzusetzen, dort angekommen wurden die Schmerzen so unerträglich, dass meine Mutter entschied einen Krankenwagen zu rufen, schließlich war ich zu diesem Zeitpunkt erst in der 34. Woche. Der Krankenwagen kam zügig und nahm mich gleich mit in die Klinik, auf dem Weg dorthin, wurden die Wehen immer intensiver, ich hatte große Mühe diese zu veratmen, alles was ich dachte war, bitte nicht jetzt, bitte nicht hier, bitte bleib noch eine Weile in meinem Bauch. Als sie mich aus dem Krankenwagen schoben, zerbrach all meine Hoffnung, denn ich spürte immensen Druck nach unten und den unerträglichen Drang zu pressen, unweigerlich begann ich den Zeichen meines Körpers zu folgen und presste weinend und wimmernd, meine Fruchtblase platze unter meinem pressen. Meine Tochter hatte es genauso eilig wie ihre große Schwester, ich presste drei mal auf dem Parkplatz im Krankenwagen und da war sie, so klein und so zerbrechlich, sie nahmen sie sofort mit und retteten ihr Leben.

Ich schwor mir, das würde das letzte Baby sein, doch heute morgen halte ich den positiven Test in der Hand…

[scary-lasagna]

Can I request a scenario where it's the middle of the night and jeff is asleep but he wakes up to the sound of his pregnant S/O crying in the kitchen so he grabs a knife thinking she's hurt but she's having really bad cravings and they don't have the food she's craving? Sorry just super fluffy idea

Jeff

He's always been the guy to keep a bed knife tucked between the mattress and the box spring.

For emergencies, of course.

Your partner found you absolutely sobbing on the kitchen floor, heaving your shoulders with heavy gasps and wails, complete with a tear-stained, puffy red face that looked like you'd been crying for quite a while before he found you.

"Hey, hey!" Jeff took a quick scan to see if anything was out of place, or if any blood leaked out of places they shouldn't.

Everything seemed fine, excluding the mess of cooking ingredients around you. Crumbles of cornstarch showed no mercy to your tears, strewn about the kitchen after what seemed like a tantrum of throwing it on the floor.

"What happened, my sweet?" Jeff asked softly, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your pathetic little face between his palms.

You were blubbering and crying so hard, Jeff could barely piece together the words to help you.

"I JOUSt AWANTed [hic] I wAOUNTED to MaUOKE- I WANt eD to MAKOE MI FaOrVuTIe [hic] CHciEKAn saUOUCEEEeEeeeee"

"Ohhh, you wanted your favorite sauce to eat? Were you trying to make it?"

" yeah :("

"Ohh, my poor little [Y/N]..." He cooed and pulled you in closer, and you cried harder, knowing how safe you could feel with him.

And you two stayed there on the kitchen floor, covered in cornstarch as he rocked you to calmness.

And it turned quiet and peaceful, and your hiccups and sobs have long since died down as Jeff rubbed your back.

This only made you realize how good of a partner he is, and triggered the waterfalls again.

He couldn't help with laugh a little, "Why are you crying again?"

"I JuOSUt LOuvE YOuuUUUuu." <:(

[crisiscutie]

It's does remind me this one song, Christmas Kids. Yandere Sephiroth tried babytrap his s/o for not leaving him. Christmas kids represent the triplets. Which is Yan!Sephiroth tried to make his s/o pregnant. They tried best to escape hell away from their own prison house. Even, they're change their name and move other country, Sephiroth will find them no matter what.

Yandere domestic Sephiroth AU? Yes, please. I've listened to the song, I really like it. Something about sad songs with happy beats always gets to me. I may have heard it before in some YT shorts... Anyways, it fits a domestic Yandere Sephiroth and a Pregnant!Darling very well. Just imagine the darling coming back to her new home and finding Sephiroth waiting...

Companion fic here.

Content Warnings: Slight NSFW, Emotional abuse, Pregnant Darling. Long headcanons under the cut.

Grocery shopping for the week wasn't easy, but it had to be done. The boys won't be happy that their mother went shopping without them, but school must come first.

Plus, the darling wasn't in the mood to hear Loz and Kadaj arguing and begging for certain foods that week. But regardless of their squabbles, they are her precious gifts. Her Christmas kids, as they were born on that day. The happiest day of her life.

The darling opened the door to her new home, taking a deep breath and feeling the exhaustion from the errand. The ache in her swollen feet, aching back and sensitive milk-filled breasts was overwhelming.

But the pain and discomfort she felt in her pregnant body was a small price to pay for the freedom she and her boys gained.

The young, naïve triplet boys were confused of why their mother wanted to move suddenly, but they obeyed her with little hesitation, anyway.

The darling didn't want them to turn out like Sephiroth. His possessiveness and control were too much to bear. When he took to killing innocent people in the misguided attempt to "protect" her and the boys, that was the last straw. She knew she had to leave that fucked up place called "home" behind...

She grabbed her young boys and left their prison house when the stars aligned...

Despite her unexpected pregnancy by Sephiroth, her journey brought her here. She kept pushing forward, and the reward was a peaceful, cozy home for her and her children. Until today.

As the darling placed items on the shelves, she felt a cold, eerie sensation, as if something was watching her from the darkness.

She forced herself to ignore the eerie chill, opening the window blinds slightly as she resumed her normal stocking pace.

Even though the sun was shining brightly on this beautiful day, the eerie chill still lingered in their new home.

But it has nothing to do with what happened in their past. Definitely not. It's probably just a cold flash from her pregnancy getting so close to the end.

As she tippytoes, she strained her body to place the last few items.

As a response, the backache from her pregnant belly intensified. She could feel her baby's sporadic movements, ranging from gentle kicks to violent jolts. Maybe the darling should've invested in a step stool...

A wave of heat washed over her, a heat that was neither comforting nor from the sun, but a heat that was harsh and oppressive.

Now she's having hot flashes? Oh, the perils of pregnancy. At least this little one inside her should be much easier to have than the triplet boys.

The darling softly smiled as she recalled the adventurous banter among the triplets during their journey to a new home. They were debating the sex of their new sibling.

Loz longed for a younger brother to wrestle and play games with, knowing that he would have a better shot at winning against him, unlike his other brothers.

Yazoo, with his level-headed and composed outlook, predicted it would be a girl, welcoming the possibility of her tempering the wildness of his brothers (what a hypocrite).

Kadaj didn't care either way, as long as they didn't challenge his position as the leader and his status as his mother's (self-proclaimed) favorite.

The darling let out a deep groan as she paused her stocking. Her unborn child ended the sporadic fetal movements with the hardest kick yet. Something just isn't right... Perhaps she will see someone later this week after she and the boys finish moving in.

Suddenly, the dark, icy chill behind her shifted to a menacing heat, like a furnace blazing from the shadows. It felt so familiar, like… No! It's impossible! That chapter was a distant memory.

The darling is just imagining things. It should be no surprise that the human brain likes to play cruel tricks like this.

Like how Loz kept running to his mother, crying about seeing mysterious dark feathers around his school, the grocery store and other places their family would visit. He would complain that Sephiroth was too good at hide and seek.

The darling figured the strange dark feathers were simply a product of his mind, missing his father in his own way...

But it became alarming when Yazoo began to murmur and point out the smallest details of every single dark feather as he brought them to her.

Kadaj was getting frustrated, beginning to wonder why their father wouldn't help them finish moving in.

The darling refused to believe the boys. It could just be the ravens shredding their feathers, right?

With trembling hands, the darling slowly reached out for the final item. When she completes this simple task, she can lie down and relax. All of her stress, and the aching in her back especially, would soon be gone.

Just before she could grasp it, a large, gloved hand appeared and delicately placed the last item on the top shelf.

The darling felt a strange, unwanted sense of relief as she felt the slow and gentle strokes of another hand on her back.

...His presence could not be denied any longer. She felt his chest expanding and contracting against her head, and heard the gentle thump of his heart.

Sephiroth… No matter how many miles they traveled or how many times they changed their names and minds, he still had the determination to find them. He'll always know.

His silver tresses brushed against her skin as he hummed his sinister lullaby, pressing his lips to her ear.

His free hand grazed one of her sensitive, milk-filled teats. His hand then slowly descended, aiming for the treasure below.

His darling's swollen belly, where the new life within her stirred and grew.

He rested his hand on the center of her large belly. Warm, twisted happiness now radiated from him. His plan worked.

His darling refused to turn around. Struggling to contain her sobs, His darling averted her head from him and wept in silence.

His fingers glided over the stretched skin of her stomach, while his other hand moved lower to caress the small of her back.

As he opened his mouth, his warm breath tickled her ear.

"A touching reunion."

I wasn't sure if the prompt ask had the darling pregnant with triplets or already had them and was pregnant with a spare child, so I just combined a little of both concepts, but regardless, thanks for the great inspiration.

Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Imagine if like the omegaverse was real, in that secret werewolf society urban fantasy way, in our universe rn. And a cis dude gets pregnant and has to explain to his friends over and over, "Yeah, I'm an omega. Yeah, the thing from the supernatural fanfic is actually real. Yeah, I do know that's not how wolf packs are actually organized in the wild."

[hayleysayshay]

de Rolo children fighting each other after one names their child after beloved daddy Percy/mumma Vex/Auntie Cassandra before they could

[theloveinc]

plagued by thoughts of bakugo losing his mind if pregnancy makes you food averse for w/e reason

[the-lonelybarricade]

I know (I think) that was not ryhsands intentions in your one night stand/pregnancy fic but after reading that I am perpetually imagining dark!rhysand baby trapping Feyre lol

hahaha no the pregnancy in TMHWMP was completely unintentional on Rhys's part, but he's definitely not torn up about the fact that the most beautiful woman he's ever met his having his baby 😏

Fun fact, he actually went to buy lottery tickets immediately after leaving that cafe

[pregination]

The betrayed gynecologist: part I

It’s very early in the morning as you wake up, you gently rub your belly, who would’ve thought you could possibly get this big? And who would’ve thought you’d enjoy every single bit of your pregnancy. You think about the day you found out, you were pregnant. How excited you were to tell your boyfriend Joe and how excited Joe was to tell everyone you know. Your heart hurts a little as Joe appears in your thoughts. As you think of him, you start to notice a slight cramp, but you don’t really pay attention to it, since you were having Braxtonhix for weeks now and you still wonder why he was so in love with you and still left you all of a sudden. Also, you think, it’s at least two more weeks until your due date. You then think of all the babies you delivered before, who if not you would know if it’s a real contraction or not?

You shake your head and tell yourself to stop. It wouldn’t lead you anywhere, would it? You grab your phone, checking your mails, as you notice five missed calls from your assistant. It’s only seven in the morning, you wonder. What was going on here? You get up, slowly, your belly just got so big and you’re still very small. As you sit up, another, yet slightly stronger cramp rushes through, you hold your breathe a second, cause that really hurt.  The phone rings two times, then Paige, your assistant and friend picks up: “Hey Court, I know you’re on  your day off, but I have a problem here, well Dr. Oppner doesn’t pick up her phone and there’s this girl, she’s having contractions, like every five minutes and I need you to deliver the baby, do you think you could do that?” You think about it for a second: “Just send her to the E.R. then?” 

“I don’t think she’ll make it there! Please Court, I cannot do that alone! Please!” 

“Okay, fine. I’ll be there in ten.”, you hang up the phone and rush to the bathroom, you put some clothes on and drive to your practice. You enter the room and the first thing you see is that super young girl, how old is she? She cannot be older than 17. You tie your hair up and put on some gloves, you check in with Paige: “What do we know so far?” “That’s Olive, she’s 16 and as she’s concern 37 weeks along, the contractions are every three minutes now, 4 centimeters dilated.” 

“Okay, thank you, P.”, you say and turn to Olive: “Hi, Olive, I’m Dr. Courtney Preston. We’re going to have your baby today, not gonna lie, it’s gonna hurt, but we’ll get through this together. I’m going to check your cervix now, just keep breathing for me, slowly.” You smile at her, but she doesn’t really seem to notice you, since she’s in so much pain. “You’re having a contraction right now?” She just nods and whines before you. You exam her and she is still just at 4 centimeters and her water hasn’t broken yet. You check in with Paige: “I want to do a sonogram, please bring me the ultrasound, thanks!” 

“Okay, sweety, this is going to take some time, can you tell me, does anybody know about this? Mom, dad, best friend, the father of the baby?” 

Olive catches a breathe: “Yes, the father of the baby, he, oooooh god, owh!”, she groans as another contraction hits her. “Breathe for me my love, it’s over soon!” Paige comes back with the ultrasound and you put it on her belly, which still is rock hard. “The babies father, should we call him and tell him to come here, sweetheart?”, you ask. Olive nods. You send Paige to get to the phone as you check for the baby’s height, weight and position. Everything seems fine and ready for a safe delivery. You smile at Olive: “Perfect little baby, you’re doing  such an amazing job, lovely!” 

Paige returns and looks like she just saw a ghost. You notice and ask: “What’s wrong, P.?” Paige stutters: “Ehm, he’s on his way, but, ehm, Court, don’t freak out, okay? It’s Joe.” You gasp, immediately you hold your belly, no way, this is impossible, that thought is interrupted by a loud scream of Olives and you hear slight drops, followed by it. Her water just broke. You try to get your head back together, focus, you tell yourself. This is not about you. You face her, as she’s lies in front of you in such pain. Paige holds her hand, as she screams, she needs to push. You check her again and she’s now eight centimeters dilated, so you tell her to not push yet, and to focus on her breathing. 

“Get it out, make it stop, please, please! Ooooooowh, I can’t do this, aaaah” Olive cries. The doorbell rings and Paige opens it, Joe walks in and your heart skips a beat. How dare he! But you need to focus on that girl, that’s your job. When suddenly for feel your pants get wet. You look down yourself and notice that little puddle right at your feet. Not now. God, please, not now. “Shit. Fuck. Shit!”, you moan, as a contraction hits you. Paige looks at you: “you’re okay?” You nod: “I’m in labor.” Joe and Paige both look at the little puddle and go: shit! Olive then again screams in pain: “I really have to push!”, as she starts to moan and push. 

[da-riya]

The pope is going on about something like commercial surrogacy or whatever and I'm here like "YOU CAN GET PAYED? JUST FOR BEING PREGNANT?!"

[undertale-writing-times]

🎊 with Burn please?

Hehe I like how this one turned out.

You met Burn a long time ago.

At least three years. When you first met him, it was because he saved you from someone that was trying to kill you. You thought that they were a friend, but turned out that they were some bad guy who believed in this old 'god' and was going to kill you for that god.

It was strange, honestly, though luckily your screams could be heard! You got saved from the guy trying to kill you by… the giant red dragon.

He took you back to his cave since you were hurt. He took care of you, made sure you wouldn't end up passing and stopped the black and purple dragons from attacking you.

You never thought that you would see even ONE dragon, and seeing these two rare ones? Ones known to be really scary and… dangerous? Plus so rare!

A year passed with you coming to see him every so often, making friends with them, until they showed you that they were dragon shifters rather than just dragons. You've heard stories of them but you really thought that they were fake!

Burn became your mate.

You were unsure exactly how it happened, but you were happy that it happened! He was such a cute mate to have. He always would bring you food, things that he thought that you would like, and he would let you lay on top of them whenever you came to his cave to sleep.

And then something happened.

You started to feel sick. You stayed home because of that, not wanting to worry your mate. It was just throwing up randomly, plus wanting to eat a lot of meat. Not undercooked but not too cooked either.

Of course you made sure to cook your meat enough!

You got woken up when you heard knocking on your door, which caused you to open your eyes blinking a few times. What in the world? You slowly got up out of the bed, shake yourself off, and you walk over to open the door.

There was someone in a cloak on the other side. The height was what told you exactly who it was. "Burn, what are you doing here?" you hiss, gently pulling him into the room. The cloak was to most likely hide his tail and wings…

He makes a soft sound of distress, looking at you worried. "You haven't been around," He walks closer to you, pulling you flush against his body and shuts his eyes taking a breath. Your scent always calmed him.

Yet his grip tightened, and he starts to nuzzle into your neck, lifting you a little off the ground. You blink a few times, then laugh, and reach up to pet the top of his head, "Burn, what are you doing? Why are you picking me up?"

"Your scent," He mumbles, pulling back a little to look at you, "It's different."

"What do you mean?" Now this was a little confusing? What did he mean your scent was different? "I might be sick, if that's what you mean"

He shakes his head and fixes his grip around you, then turns, walks out of the house, and starts to run out of your village. Your eyes widen, quickly hugging onto him.

What in the world was he doing?

[jaykorianddickkoriforlife]

I don't remember if they ever talked about it in the books but do you wonder if anyone pulled an Octavia Blake in the hunger games universe?

Like how do the peacekeepers keep track of all the births for the games? Are home births allowed? I'm assuming no to keep everything documented, and controlled. Do they do house checks randomly?

If you don't know, Octavia Blake is a character from the 100 who was born in a place where she legally was not allowed to exist in, literally, so her mother hid her beneath the floor since she already had a son, and you could only have one kid.

I genuinely can't remember if it was ever mentioned, the rules behind that, but it would be interesting to see. It's intriguing to think that in both scenarios, the end result wouldn't be pretty since everything is so government controlled, and you can't escape it.

[marinadarkbutterfly]

Watching Breaking Bad as a 30 year old wife is real different than as a 20 year old degenerate. Like I was Jesse and now I'm Skylar.

[x-letsbreaksomerules-x]

the dark ritual sucks as like a concept and i kind of hate it because it felt so out of the blue but also i think it was really funny and worked really well for Reese specifically

[andromachos]

not the kira slav squatting pic 😭😭😭

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[berriblossom]

X fem reader, btw

Imagine your husband gains baby fever. He sees how you hold children, how you're so gentle and careful with them. How all your friends have children and talk about the joys and happiness they have with their little babies.

Imagine how he sees your disappointed smile about how you two don't have a little one yet.

This leads him to imagine what it would be like to have a little one around, how'd they cling onto you and their cute smile. How'd they look like a perfect mixture of the both of you. His perfect girl and his perfect child.

This leads to everytime he fucks your sweet pussy, he stays a little long before pulling out and spilling his hot cum onto your tummy and chest, whenever his cock is pushing into your womb he pushes his hand onto your tunny for you to feel him fucking your cervix and promising he'll give you that baby.

How many nights he'd have you ass up, face down as he fucks your pussy, pleading to you to let him get you pregnant. How sometimes in the middle of the night he'd eat you out in the middle of the night claming "he needed a taste before he filled you up again". Its so cute when he begs and pleads that he loves the look of your cunt leaking his cum.

How greedy he'd get when you cockwarm him, his thick, long cock throbbing just to fill you with his cum and get you pregnant. How'd he fantasize about your swollen tummy, your milk-filled breast just leaking your sweet milk for him to taste.

Goodness when you finally beg him to fuck a baby into him, hes already planning his next vacation at work for the next few weeks to give you that baby.

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