#massage helps increase baby weight

[rahulvermatech]

Guide to Baby Massage with Virgin Coconut Oil: Benefits and Techniques

Benefits of using virgin coconut oil for baby massage, how it can help with weight gain, and my personal experience with using it on baby. Some tips on how to use it effectively and safely.

[ultimate-chickennougat]

| Shut up for me, love, | (part 2)

Part 1 (finding out you're pregnant w/Megumi)

Toji Fushiguro x Wife!Reader

Toji can't help but love you and your baby bump!

Word Count: 1.6k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, Toji has a job, slightly suggestive, lots of pregnancy (mentions symptoms)

A/n: This has generated so many pregnancy fic ideas...

Your husband, Toji, had been a great help through the first trimester of your pregnancy. He was always giving you massages, bringing you water and snacks, and spending lots of quality time with you, among other things, and you were very grateful for it all. 

Many changes were going on throughout your pregnancy, as to be expected now in your second trimester. While the morning sickness was now gone, there was a number of new troubles you could note. Most importantly, the bump. 

For the most part it was a blessing, even when it caused a number of effects, such as walking differently and feeling a rather strange weight on your hips, something you hadn’t dealt with beforehand. It was proof of a growing baby, and both you and Toji couldn’t be more happy about it. Instead, the effects it had on your husband were the real concerns. 

When you were starting to show, your husband couldn’t stop taking pictures of you. It was quite out of the ordinary for Toji, who rarely ever customized anything on his phone or computer, when he finally took it upon himself to learn such things, pasting your image everywhere he could. His new favorite pastime during breaks at work was scrolling through his pictures of you (some of which were taken in the last 5 hours), saving them in a special folder and smiling to himself. 

Your pregnancy in general made him clingy. Along with the pictures, he cut his hours at work and stayed home to assist you, which was appreciated but put a hindrance in your housework. Toji would stand around watching you do everything from unloading the dishwasher to changing the sheets on the bed, leaning against the wall as he tried to lock eyes much to your dismay. 

Fully confident in your ability to do such things, he still found himself keeping a much closer eye on you, only comforted when he was in the same house and could hear, if not see, you. Toji had already began to realize this himself, that it wasn’t an increase in safety concern that caused his behavior. While he always wanted to have eyes on you, to make sure you were out of harm’s way regardless of your pregnancy, there was something he missed so much when he was away from you. 

Watching you cover your swollen tummy with a nightgown, one he picked out specially for you on a shopping trip. It sinched in high, right above the bump that was evident and growing larger each day. Seeing the light apprehension you had when bending down to pick things up, and hearing the compliments your friends gave you whenever they saw you, asking how the baby was coming along. Little things were a constant, and appreciated reminder for him that the two of you were building your family together. Something he loved more than anything. 

Because of this, your husband stopped doing his regular outings all together. Usually he would go out to watch sports and drink with his friends at least once a week or so. Him being gone gave you more time without him interrupting your chores, and he was careful with you in mind. But this new Toji, that was a soon-to-be father, figured he could just watch the game on the TV and didn’t need to go out anymore despite your protests.

“It would save us money, we should be saving up for the nursery,” Toji argued, sitting down on the couch. “I know, honey, but…,” you tried to explain to him, just how annoying he had been. Staring at you all the time, offering you a hand for every minuscule task the moment you had any difficulty with it. Reaching up ahead of you to the top cabinet and grabbing the bowl you were trying to get, when there was a stepping stool right next to you. 

It made you embarrassed, really. His eyes always so sharp, the way he looked at you every time you mistakenly fell into his trap, breaking your three minute personal best at ignoring him properly. Your cheeks heated up each time, scoffing a little as you turned back to the dirty dishes in the sink. It was truly bothersome (in some ways more than others). 

And so, it led to his great discovery of at-home sports streaming. Toji was sprawled out on the loveseat everyday, after he got home from work. Carefully using up his extra home hours, after you persistently told him to give you some space. 

While Toji enjoyed his free time, you, on the other hand, were doing laundry. The warmth of a fresh dry load, coupled with the absence of breathing down your neck, allowed you to relax for a brief moment. You piled all the clothes into a large basket, making your way down the hallway to the living room, where you usually folded it. 

Except… Toji was there. You turned around, hearing the voice of a dull commentator surely explaining something interesting, though what it was you didn’t know. Your house didn’t have too many rooms, and usually the bedroom or even the laundry room would work just fine for folding… if you could bend down well enough. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, your feet barely touched the floor from how high up it was. Bending down over the bump was impossible to do comfortably, and the task could only be done at all if you leaned down to the side and awkwardly grabbed at the basket below while maintaining your balance. 

After a few more attempts, you figured out that there wasn’t enough room on the floor and sitting like that wasn’t very comfortable for long periods of time either. You were reminded why the living room had been your favorite for doing this task, the couch was low enough and comfortable to sit on, with space for folded clothes on the side. 

Holding the basket with two hands, you stood in the hallway watching around the corner to observe your husband’s movements. Toji was lounging comfortably, with one arm laid across the top of the couch. His legs were spread wide, covering most of the seating area. If the game was almost over, there would be no reason to ask him to move… or so you thought. 

The two of you were in reverse positions, your eyes almost trying to lock with his as you admired them from afar, your original mission forgotten as he stared intently at the screen and rubbed the tiredness from his face. Now unlike you, he found your gaze to be rather relaxing, enjoying it before you would inevitably make your move. His chuckle didn’t come from the commercial on the screen, but from you, who was still standing there after 10 minutes, greatly struggling to hold the basket which was feeling extremely heavy. 

Setting it down would make a noise, so you finally decided to give up on finding some kind of good time to interject. “Is the game almost over?” You asked meekly, setting the basket down in the middle of the floor. “10 minutes, about,” he replied, still staring at the screen. You huffed under your breath, unsure of what to say. To that, Toji smirked to himself. He knew exactly what you wanted, and was very much prepared to give it to you… but why not have some fun with it?

“Need a little help?” He asked while you walked a bit closer in curiosity. “My wife doesn’t know what she wants, it’s my duty to give her some guidance…” he finally tilted his head towards you, though he had been ignoring the screen since you arrived. “C’mere… lil’ closer…” he motioned at you, as you looked at him confused. 

It only took him a second to stand up and move behind you, throwing his arms underneath your legs and back, carrying you to the couch with him. He settled you down between his legs, his body back how it was before like nothing had even happened. 

“It’s more comfortable with that bump, hmm?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “I still have to have room to do the laundry, Toji…” he chuckled, moving his legs closer together so you could feel them squishing your thighs. “That better?” you turned your head to blushing smile on your face. 

Toji grabbed the remote while you dragged the basket closer with your foot, still trapped between him. “But there’s only 10 minutes,” you watched as he changed the channel to a show you liked. “I’m gonna lose anyway, what does it matter,” he muttered. “I thought you said you stopped doing that!” you scoffed, looking back at your husband who rolled his eyes. “It’s five bucks, a work thing people are doing,” you shook your head in disapproval. 

As you relaxed into his lap, you got to folding. Part of the enjoyment you felt was due to your husband, softly rubbing your back and occasionally playing with your hair as you got to work. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to kiss me,” you frowned facing the TV, though Toji could still sense your disappointment. “That’s your reward for getting this done - I’m gettin’ pretty hungry…” he continued his massage, but wrapped his arms around your waist to hold your belly. You would make dinner after you finished.

“It feels good Toji, thank you,” you sunk back enjoying the feeling. “You deserve it, you’re doin’ so good, my wife,” a blush crept onto your face again from his words. “Was gonna ask you for a date night sometime anyway,” he mentioned, “and there’s no time like the present.” Toji gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “So just stay nice… and… still…” he smirked. “Once you’re done, we have the whole night ahead of us.”

[baelabong]

g!p chaewon?

𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄

Pairing: G!P Chaewon x fem!reader

Synopsis: y/n needs a break from studying

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You sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop, the glow from the screen illuminating the room. Finals are just around the corner, and the pressure is unbearable. Your head throbs with every word you read, and it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Your girlfriend, Chaewon, walks into the room, dressed in sweatpants that reveal a noticeable bulge and a tight white tank top that clings to her toned frame. She immediately notices the tension etched across your face. "Hey," she says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You glance up at her, trying to muster a smile, but it quickly fades. "I’m just so stressed, Chaewon. There’s so much to study, and I don’t think I can handle it."

Chaewon’s eyes soften with concern. She pulls up a chair next to you and starts massaging your shoulders. "You need to take a break. You've been at this for hours."

"I can’t," you protest weakly. "I have to finish this."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me help you relax."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Chaewon’s hands slide down your back. "W-what do you mean?" you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I think you need a different kind of break," she whispers, her lips brushing against your neck.

Before you can respond, Chaewon turns your chair to face her and lifts you onto the desk, scattering your papers. Her eyes are dark with desire, and you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Chaewon," you gasp as she kisses you deeply, her hands exploring your body. "W-we shouldn’t... I have to study."

"You need to relax," she murmurs against your lips. "Let me take care of you."

You can’t help but surrender to her touch. She slides her hand under your shirt, caressing your skin, and you moan softly. "Chaewon, please..."

“Patience, baby”

Grabbing your face with her hands she brings you in for a deep kiss. Kissing you hungrily, she sucks on your tongue as she kept her other hand occupied on your breast, pinching and pulling at you tits.

“Mmhgm, Chae, more please”

Smiling against your mouth she exhales hard and leans in harder to your lips moving her hand from your breast to your panties, playing with your panty covered slit.

She smirks, knowing she has you exactly where she wants you. "Turn around," she commands, her voice husky with desire.

You comply, turning to face the desk, and she pushes your books aside. You brace yourself against the edge, feeling her hands slide down to your hips.

She pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, and you shiver as the cool air hits your skin. "Chaewon," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"Shh," she soothes, kissing your back. "Just relax. I’ve got you."

You hear the sound of her zipper and feel her press against you. She enters you slowly, and you gasp at the sensation, your mind going blank. "Oh my god, Chaewon..."

She starts moving, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then gradually increasing in pace. "You look so good," she groans, gripping your hips tightly. "So cute with your glasses. My good girl."

You can’t form coherent thoughts, your mind overwhelmed by pleasure. "Chaewon, faster," you beg, needing more.

She obliges, her movements becoming more intense. The desk shakes with every thrust, and you grip the edge for support, your body trembling. "Oh god, yes," you cry out, feeling the stress melt away with each passing second.

Chaewon leans forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Let them hear you, baby. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

Her words send a thrill through you, and you can’t help but moan louder, your voice echoing off the walls. "Chaewon, please, don’t stop," you scream, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it, my good girl," Chaewon murmurs as she continues to thrust into you, her pace steady. "Let it all go."

Her hands move from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer with each thrust, driving deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries of ecstasy.

"Chaewon, I’m gonna—" you start, but your words are cut off by a wave of ecstasy that crashes over you, making you cry out her name.

"That's it, scream for me," Chaewon groans, her own voice thick with desire. She pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending you higher and higher until you’re sure the entire dorm can hear you.

She follows shortly after, her body tensing before she collapses against you, breathing heavily. You both stay like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of your release.

Chaewon eventually pulls out and helps you straighten your clothes. She turns you around and kisses you gently. "Feeling better?"

You nod, a blissful smile on your face. "Much better. Thank you."

She chuckles and helps you back into your chair. "Now, take a real break. You deserve it."

You do as she says, leaning back and closing your eyes, finally able to relax thanks to Chaewon.

[bellaxgiornata]

With Care

Pairing: Frank Castle x Pregnant!Reader Word Count: 1.5k [Collection Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: little bit of hurt/comfort, lots of soft Frank and fluff

Summary: Pregnancy comes with some unpleasant symptoms, but luckily for you Frank is always there to care for you.

a/n: I always crave a soft Frank and I personally believe he'd be such a comforting partner during pregnancy, so I had to write this little thing. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Hugging your pregnancy pillow closer to your body, the weight of your baby bump supported on top of it, you contentedly sighed. Despite the pain in your hips and your lower back, you were comfortable–or at least, as comfortable as you could be at thirty-two weeks pregnant. 

Eyes drowsily opening a fraction as you shifted your weight a little more towards your back, you were met with a bit of sunlight trickling past the cream colored curtains. Judging by the muted color of the light you could tell it was still quite early in the morning. As you lay there partially awake enjoying the stillness of the hour, you became further aware of the growing stiffness in your hips from another night of laying on your side, your lower back already aching from a night of sleeping in the same position. Though the rhythmic sound of Frank’s breathing coming from behind you, his exhales steady and even as he slept, helped to comfort you. 

Still not quite ready to wake just yet, your tired eyelids lowered once more as you nuzzled your face back into your pillow. Moving along the mattress again you continued to try and shift the pressure of the bed from off of your right hip, hoping to ease some of the persistent dull ache with a slightly different position. Stretching your leg out further across the pregnancy pillow wedged between both of your legs, you prepared to fall back asleep–until a sharp pain abruptly tore through your left calf, shooting itself straight up the entirety of your leg. Eyes flying wide open instantly, a surprised yelp flew out of you before you could stop it. The muscle of your left calf began to constrict into a tight ball, the pain worse than any muscle cramp you'd ever experienced before. 

A sharp hiss of pain burst through your teeth as you tried to raise your leg within reach of your hands, desperately hoping to massage the muscle, but raising your leg only increased the pain shooting through it and your baby bump only proved to be an obstacle in your way. With a whimper you turned your head and succumbed to the inevitable pain, burying your face into your pillow as tears burned at your eyes. You hated these random leg cramps that had begun to torment you in the final weeks of your pregnancy. They were impossible to stop once they started, and they left your muscle tight and sore for days afterwards. 

“‘S’goin’ on?” Frank's sleep-slurred voice came from behind you. “Sweetheart? You good?”

The muscle in your calf began to loosen minutely, the momentary break in pain giving you an opportunity to respond. 

“Leg cramp,” you gasped out, partially unburying your face from your pillow. “Hurts.”

You felt the bed shift behind you, but the intense pain was quickly returning once more. Snapping your eyes shut, you grit your teeth as the muscle once more contracted into a tight ball within your calf. With your hands useless to reach the sore spot, you once more buried your face into the pillow, teeth grinding together as you prepared to ride out the burning in your calf. But as you lay on your side, body tensed in preparation for the pain, you felt the bed sheets suddenly pulled off of you. Before you could open your eyes or even respond, you felt Frank's large, warm hands on your calf.

“Left one again?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, nodding vigorously against your pillow.

Frank's hands immediately set to work, gently massaging the tight, constricted muscle in your calf with undeniable care and tenderness. You tried your best to hide your discomfort as he massaged the spot, teeth still tightly grit together. Eventually you felt the muscle gradually loosen again under his attention, but you knew with these damned cramps that the pain wasn't gone, not quite yet–but Frank’s big fingers pushing diligently into the muscle certainly helped.

You managed to take one deep breath in before another wave of the pain came back, the muscle tensing once more beneath his fingers. This time though the warmth of his hands helped to soothe the intense burn as it came on. As he worked, your own hands clutching the bed sheets, you caught the sound of a noise vibrating within his throat.

“Tight son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Can imagine that don't feel too good.”

“No,” you miserably croaked out.

As you lay there on the bed, Frank's strong fingers continued to tenderly work out the growing tension in your calf. It was a few moments before you finally blew out a long, slow breath as you felt the pain gradually beginning to lessen, your eyelids finally opening as you unburied your face from your pillow. Despite knowing the aftermath of the cramp would be a tightness and a sharp ache which would linger for days because of your previous experience with them, you could tell the worst of it was finally over. 

Body somewhat relaxing now that the immediate pain had passed, your gaze landed on where Frank stood at the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxers. His focus was on his hands kneading your calf, his eyes incredibly alert considering the abrupt wake up he'd just experienced. Silently you watched him meticulously massage your leg, his arm and chest muscles flexing with each movement as he did, your eyes transfixed by the way he moved. It was a few minutes before he noticed you were watching him, his gaze eventually meeting yours.

“Better?” he asked.

Biting your lip, you nodded. “Yes, thanks,” you replied quietly. 

His hands slowly stopped their kneading of your calf, your leg feeling vastly better after the massage he'd just given it. Carefully Frank reached past you, grabbing onto the bed sheets he had flung off of you minutes ago before gently pulling them back over the top of you, making sure you were once more covered and warm beneath them. 

Your eyes tracked his movements as he made his way down the side of the bed and back around it until your head couldn't turn any further. You soon felt the bed dip behind you as he climbed back into it.

“Sorry for waking you,” you murmured, your calf muscle stinging in the aftermath of the cramp. “I was trying not to bother you, but these spasms always take me by surprise. And they always hurt so damn bad.”

“Don't,” he said firmly behind you. “Don’t you dare apologize. I always tell you to say somethin’ if you need help. And you know I always mean it. I don’t like seein’ you strugglin’ or hurt, you know that.”

“I just always feel bad,” you admitted sheepishly. “You're always doing things for me–helping me out–especially now. I mean you do most of the cleaning now since I can barely get around. Take care of the laundry because I can't reach into the washing machine anymore. Grab my late night cravings from the store when I get cranky. I just feel like I’ve been a–”

“So help me, sweetheart, if I hear you call yourself a burden one more damn time,” Frank warned, one of his large hands coming to rest affectionately along your sore hip, “you're gonna get an earful ‘bout how much I dislike hearing you call yourself that. You got that?”

“Yeah, well–”

“You're not a burden,” he urged, talking over you as his large hand squeezed your hip. “You're growing our child in there. You're allowed to be tired or sore or in need of help. I don't mind ‘cause I care ‘bout both of you.”

Once more biting your lip, a slow smile slipped its way onto your face at his words, even if he'd said them in what you deemed his “grumpy voice.” Because you knew he meant what he said–Frank always spoke the truth to you.

Shifting your head over your shoulder, you called back, “Frank?” 

“Yeah?” he answered, clearly still wound up. 

Your hand landed on top of the one he had resting on your hip. Giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze you whispered, “I love you, you bossy grump.”

An amused snort met your ears, the sound growing the smile on your face even wider. A breathy huff of a laugh left him before he responded in his gravely morning voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, drawing his body carefully into the back of yours. He placed a soft, lingering kiss along the back of your shoulder before he whispered back, “I love you too, sweetheart. Now go back to sleep, it’s too goddamn early.”

You laughed lightly, settling more comfortably along the mattress with him at your back. The pain in your calf was a mere dull ache now that your focus was on Frank gently nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, his hand absently massaging your hip and soothing you right back to sleep.

[moremaybank]

WET — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary shower sex with jj after a stressful day

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language

author's note this started off as a blurb. it's clearly not one anymore LMAO

jj masterlist

you huffed as you slung your bag on the floor of your bedroom. the stress of the day hung heavy on your shoulders, and all you craved was a nice, hot shower to relieve yourself of that weight, even if it was only for a small while.

your eyes roamed around the room and landed on jj in your bed. nestled under the covers and flat on his back, his chest rose and fell as he breathed steadily. he had a hand resting on his torso and the other extended toward the opposite side of the bed. his hair was messy, assumably from his slumber, and his lips were slightly parted. he looked like an angel, so tranquil and relaxed; you wished he could be as at peace as he was in that moment, forever. 

you let a light smile grace your features, instantly feeling a little happier as you tip-toed over to his side of the bed and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, hoping you wouldn’t wake him. he subconsciously leaned into your touch, and you feared that you’d awoken him, but he cuddled more into the sheets, and your fear vanished.

your feet padded across the wooden floor as you grabbed your things from your closet and quietly made your way into the bathroom. you turned the shower on and stripped your clothes off while you waited for the water to heat up. 

eventually, steam began to fill the air, and you stepped inside the shower. you ran your fingers through your hair, letting the water drench and cascade down your back. you immediately felt a fraction of the tension in your shoulders loosen up as the water pressure beat down on them. you took a deep breath, exhaling all the negativity from your day.

you turned to face the water, and you ran your hands up your face. you soon became lost in thought, so distracted that you failed to hear the shower door open from behind you. your boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and he leaned his head on your shoulder after leaving a kiss on it.

“hi, baby. why didn’t you wake me?” jj asked, lips next to your ear. 

“i didn’t want to bother you,” you replied, turning around in his arms. “you’ve been so busy lately. i wanted to let you rest.”

“princess, you’re never bothering me. now, what’s up? you’re tense, and i can see that look on your face.” jj squeezed your hips.

you felt one of his hands smooth up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you, “what look?”

“the look that tells me something’s wrong.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, “you shouldn’t know that look.”

“i know all your looks. tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

you tugged him closer, letting more water spray on his body. “i’m just stressed. work and stuff. it’s not a big deal. i’ll be fine.”

“i think i can help,” jj smirked, repositioning your stance so that your back was pressed against the wall opposite the shower. 

“what are you doing?”

“do you trust me?” jj asked, blue eyes gleaming and skin glistening as the water droplets ran down his fit body.

your hands slid from his neck to his face, and you pulled him in for a soft kiss before you met his gaze again. “with everything in me.”

“then you have nothing to worry about,” he smirked.

jj sucked two fingers into his mouth, lubing them up before he brought them between your slightly spread legs. they found your clit with ease, and he let them circle over it as he massaged it. you allowed your head to rest against the wall behind you as pleasure coursed through you. this gave jj the room to grace your neck with the wet kisses you adored. he let his lips trail everywhere, eventually reaching the sweet spot under your jaw. the increasing pressure on your bundle of nerves and the kisses on your sensitive skin had you over the moon. 

“oh, j,” you moaned, your hand finding the back of his neck and scratching lightly as he slipped his fingers into your slick entrance. he thrusted them slowly, letting them curl up to hit your sweet spot and fill you with ecstasy. “j, baby. i need you.”

“you got me, pretty girl. i’m right here,” he spoke against your skin. 

“no,” you breathed, grasping onto his arms and squeezing when your legs quivered. “need your cock. need to feel all of you.”

“soak my fingers first, baby. wanna make you feel good.”

you nodded, his words making the coil in your belly tighten. 

“yes, shit,” you gasped. each punt of his fingers against your walls and g-spot brought you closer and closer to your release, and a short moment later, you came. 

“that’s it, pretty girl. let it all go for me,” jj rasped, his head now level with yours as he watched you ride out your high. he withdrew his fingers from you once you came down and sucked your juices off of them.

“so fucking sweet,” he groaned in satisfaction. “you ready for me, baby?”

you nodded profusely, “please, j. want you so bad.” 

the look of need in your eyes and the tone of desperation in your voice was enough for jj to satisfy your desire. he curled a hand under the back of your knee and hooked it around his hip. he gripped his cock and lined it up with your entrance. jj looked up at you once more, searching for reassurance, and you gave him the go-ahead with a nod. he sank his cock into your walls and groaned when he felt your warmth around him. he remained still for a moment, letting the bliss overtake him.

your hands ran up his chest, and you gained his attention with your touch. “please move, j.”

jj nodded, drawing his hips back and thrusting into you deeply. he wrapped his large hands around your hips as he tugged you to meet his thrusts. the pace he picked up at the beginning was moderate, but as the two of you grew more desperate, his movements quickened. 

“shit. this pussy feels too good, baby,” jj grunted, sinking his cock into you balls deep with each punt of his hips. “you feel good?”

“so fucking good, j. love your cock so much,” you mewled. you let out a moan as you shut your eyes, your hands moving to his biceps as you held on tightly. your nails dug into his upper arms, leaving small indents in his skin as he fucked you. 

“yeah? you like the way i’m fucking this tight pussy?”

“yes, j. yes,” you whined as his cock reached the very depths of you. you brought one hand down, rubbing your clit severely in time with jj’s actions.

“that’s it, pretty girl. make yourself cream all on my cock. fuck, i love watching you play with yourself in front of me,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “don’t fucking stop.”

the air was thick, and the steam clouded your vision slightly as the heat surrounded you. your cries became more frequent as you felt your orgasm approaching, and you rubbed your clit harsher still. the coil was so tight, threatening to snap at any given moment. your walls fluttered around jj’s cock, and squeezed him tightly as he pounded into you brutally, and you fell over the edge. your orgasm crashed into you, all the built-up tension washing away any residual stress that lingered inside your body.

“jj!”

“oh, fuuuck,” jj moaned, his raspy voice echoing off the shower walls as the hot water continued to stream over the two of you, more so on him. his cum shot inside you, filling your cunt as he released. 

you both panted, barely able to catch your breath, and jj’s hips slowed, eventually coming to a halt before he pulled out.

“how you feeling, baby?" jj asked, leaning his slick forehead against yours.

you gave him a hazy smile, “amazing.”

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[bewilderedbunny]

Hold it (Eddie x Reader watersports smut)

Cw: 18+ only! minors dni. Piss kink (please do not read this if that bothers you) holding your pee, overstimulation, fem!sub!reader, dom!Eddie, just a hint of mean!Eddie, marijuana use, unprotected piv, creampie (please use protection irl) fingering and clitoral stimulation, dacryphilia, mentions of both parties peeing on each other, reader does end up pissing ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ All in all, a wholesome Christmas time.

It started with a giggly, weed-induced question. You and Eddie were entwined on his couch, sharing a joint and talking about nothing in particular when you felt the familiar feeling of needing to pee sneak up on you.

"Do you ever hold your pee just because it feels good?" You asked the question before realizing how strange it sounded.

Eddie's eyes went wide as you tried to backtrack.

"You don't have to answer that, I'm-"

"No, I haven't. Do you ever do that, sweetheart?"

"Uh yeah? Sometimes. Is that weird?" Your mouth feels dry as you worry you've scared him off.

"Yes, it is weird. I like it. Please, tell me more."

The two of you talked about it for a bit. Eddie's cock grows hard as you explain that the extra pressure of having to pee sometimes felt good, almost sexual.

"Want to see if you can hold it while we fuck?"

"What? What if I can't?"

"I believe in you. And, if you can't keep it in, no biggie. What's a few more stains on my mattress?"

His lax attitude settles some of your nerves. You stand up and grab his hand before leading him to his bedroom. As you undress each other, the full feeling in your bladder increases, and your nerves creep back. Eddie senses your unease and breaks apart from you to dash to the bathroom. You watch his cute little pale butt as he leaves. When he returns, he's holding an old, tattered towel. He lays it on his bed and displays the towel for you with open arms.

"Only the finest for you, my love."

You roll your eyes, but the extra coverage of the towel does help settle your nerves. You lay down on the towel, then Eddie climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. He kisses you greedily, licking into your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip. His hand reaches down and ghosts over your clit, causing you to mewl and buck your hips.

"Shit, you're so sensitive right now."

He adds a little more pressure and circles your clit. You're already getting dizzy and you've only just started. He sits back on his heels and lets out a chuckle.

"Oh, baby. This is going to be fun."

Your eyes widen. With his judgment-free gentlemen facade, you've forgotten Eddie can be a little mean.

He dips his middle finger into your hole and revels at how wet you already are. He adds another finger and curls them up. The muscles in your legs clench as he massages your sweet spot. You give yourself a leg cramp when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. With how sensitive you are, you figured you'd be cumming in seconds, but you don't. The pressure just sits and festers there while you squirm.

He ignores his painfully hard cock and places his free hand on your lower belly as he fucks you with his fingers. You puff and pant at the extra force on your bladder.

You whine out, "Please, please fuck me, Eddie. I need it."

He wishes he had the self-restraint to tease you all night, but he can't help giving you what you want. He grabs his cock and runs it up and down your folds before slapping your clit with his tip, causing you to sob and shudder. Every slap sends shocks through your body. He savors your reaction for a moment before lining up at your entrance. You claw at the sheets as he enters you, inch by inch. Once his cock is all the way in, he buries his face into your neck and settles on top of you. The added force of his body weight along with his cock inside you is overwhelming. He drags out his first thrust, nearly pulling out completely before slamming back in. You cry out and writhe beneath him. You feel his lips smile against your skin. He grinds his hips into yours, pressing you deep into the mattress. Your bladder is practically screaming at you.

You whine out, "Need you to hurry up, Eddie. I'm not going to last much longer."

He groans against your neck and says, "You better hold it. If you let go, I'm not stopping. I'll fuck the piss right into your cunt."

You clench and choke on a breath at his words. He continues,

"Is that what you want? Filling you with my cum isn't enough? Greedy girl needs to be filled with piss too?"

You're unbearably close to cumming while your stomach twists in discomfort. Mercifully, he picks up his pace. He fucks you fast and haphazardly.

Suddenly the hypersensitivity you had been feeling dulls out. You feel numb and achy for a moment. You begin to wonder what happened, then your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure wash over you and your legs turn into jelly as you come undone, still desperately trying not to piss.

"There you go, honey. Keep cumming but don't let go yet, 'kay?" Eddie grunts.

You whine and try to clench your trembling thighs together but Eddie's torso is in the way.

Your eyes roll back as your climax continues tearing through you. The frustration and pleasure you're feeling culminate in tears rolling down your cheeks. Eddie pulls back and smiles at your wrecked appearance.

"Fuck, you're just wet all over, huh? My leaky little lady."

Your breaths are shaky and labored as aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. Eddie presses into you deeper and whispers, "Let go." in your ear

You gasp and finally unleash the pressure that's been building. The relief that comes with finally being able to let go feels like another orgasm itself. You can feel your heartbeat vibrate through your entire body.

"Jesus Christ, you're so f-fucking sloppy." The clench of your cunt and the warmth of your urine has Eddie reaching his own orgasm. He curses as his cum paints your walls.

Your belly aches in emptiness as you both catch your breath.

"We should go shower." You sigh.

Eddie nods and replies, "Definitely. But, first, I think I heard someone mention something about me pissing inside of you?"

[zesty-alt]

Though the concept of cumming deep inside your boy, over and over, trying to knock him up but getting negative test after negative test...

And then you start feeling sick to your stomach, yet somehow your appetite increases, you start to gain weight, your belly swelling outwards, and you think to yourself that all this trying for a baby has started messing with your mind.

Your boyfriend seems to love your new "dad bod", never able to keep his hands off of you, especially your belly, which seems to almost be swelling...too fast, even given all that you eat? And all that weight is going straight to your stomach, which seems so round...and you swear your nipples look bigger, and they feel kind of sore sometimes...

Your boyfriend kisses you and says it's just your body preparing to be a dad, and encourages you to keep trying to give him a belly to match. But you feel yourself starting to slow down as you fuck him, your knew bulk making it harder to move, so he has you lay down while he rides you instead. His hands never leave your swollen middle as he bounces himself on your cock, moaning out, "You're getting so big and round for me, daddy, growing so well", and as you cum, your mind's not on knocking him up but you getting bigger.

Another week goes by, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel you look...

Don't say it. You're just exhausted from trying so hard with no results, your mind is playing tricks on you.

Your boyfriend's hands slip around your waist, massaging your stomach as he kisses you on the neck. "How are you guys doing?"

You assume he's joking and laugh, and then wince - did you just feel something move inside you?

Your boyfriend distracts you by asking, "Are your tits still sore?" and you want to argue, but there's no denying it - your pecs have swollen out and rounded almost as much as your belly.

And they are sore - tight, swollen, almost as if...?

Your boyfriend starts to massage them, and your head empties as you throw your head back and moan; the pain and tightness remains even through the pressure, and you encourage your boyfriend, "Harder."

He smirks and obediently starts squeezing and kneading your - tits - and you think you feel something stirring in your belly again. But you can't concentrate on that; you're dying for some relief in your sore, bloated chest.

And then it comes, and you moan heavily as the pressure finally starts to ease...and you feel something wet.

"Looks like your milk came in early!" your boyfriend exclaims, and you stare in the mirror as he continues to massage you and...milk continues to trickle out from your plump, perky nipples.

Your boyfriend kisses your neck, and you feel another kick from the baby you know is growing inside you.

"Finally caught on?" he says with a chuckle. "You're gonna be such a good dad."

[just-another-star-47]

🌶 NSFW 🌶

Disclaimer: Please be aware that the following story is fiction and a fantasy and written with the mindset, that Sebastian could never do anything that MC truly dislikes. Scenes like that need communication and clear boundaries in real life, so please reflect on the things you read.

Because I never hated you

90s AU

"Sebastian?"

"Hm?"

They were still lying in bed, their sweaty bodies slowly cooling down but still tightly entwined. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air, even though Sebastian had swapped his cigarette for a book a while ago. As his eyes flitted over the lines, his fingers buried themselves in her hair and gently massaged her scalp.

"How come...?" she bit her lip and ran her fingertips restlessly over his chest, "...how come you're so good?"

The last words were mumbled and with a raised eyebrow, Sebastian turned his eyes away from the book and towards her.

"Good at what?"

Her unpleasantly touched sigh and the way she avoided looking at him finally helped him draw the right conclusions.

"Oh..." he carefully let her slide from his chest back onto the sheet as he leant over her, "so I'm good in bed, am I?"

His self-satisfied grin made her roll her eyes, "Forget it."

"How could I?" he chuckled softly and lowered his lips to the shell of her ear, nibbling it tenderly, "to be honest, I'd even like to hear it again."

"Certainly not," her reply sounded only half as resolute as she had planned as his lips slid down her neck, raising goosebumps.

"To be honest, I've read a lot," he finally answered her question, running his fingertips over her.

"Anatomy of the human body..." his fingers circled her nipple, "and definitely more explicit reading."

With a low hum, his mouth closed around the part of her body he had just stimulated, sucking on it playfully. He enjoyed the way her back instantly arched, her body eager for more touches.

"Besides, you're making it pretty easy for me, kitten."

Grinning, he watched her expression, the look in her eyes that literally begged for more.

"So... No extensive experimenting?"

Even though her voice was laced with lust, he could hear the slight note of uncertainty and his brow furrowed.

After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head: "No. It takes more than an attractive body and a little charm to get me to... experiment."

Running a hand through his hair, he sat up and regarded her, holding her gaze with gentle eyes before his usual mischievous grin creeped back onto his face.

"For example, a cheeky brat who drives me nuts and is only quiet when her body is busy digesting what I serve her."

"I didn't do anything!" she grumbled, wincing as Sebastian leant down and bit into her inner thigh.

"Only because you're still out of breath, baby," he laughed to himself.

"My kitten is just too tired to show her claws."

As she grumbled in frustration, Sebastian dropped beside her, supporting his head with one hand while the other ran over her body again.

"Sometimes I wonder how far you'd go for me, despite your cheekiness."

His eyes, sparkling with excitement, found hers, holding her captive until the moment his thumb stroked her clit and she closed them in delight.

"That's my girl," he whispered in her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he watched her body tremble with satisfaction.

"Perhaps now is the time to apply some more of my knowledge."

He shifted his weight, letting the fingers of one hand enter her and massage her most sensitive areas, while the fingers of the other gently stroked her throat.

"What do you think, doll? Shall we go a little further?"

Unable to answer, a loud moan escaped her throat, her hips thrusting against his hand as he increased the intensity and speed of his movements.

"Let's take that as a yes, huh?"

With a surprised gasp, she opened her eyes as his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed lightly. She felt her heart hammering in her chest as a hot shiver coursed through her body as she pleaded with her eyes for more.

"Fuck yes, I knew it. That's my girl. My beautiful, good girl."

His fingers pressed into her neck, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain and leaving her strangely suspended as she experienced the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a storm surge.

Dazed, she felt the pressure release moments after, and he pulled her towards him, one of her legs on his shoulder as he fused their two bodies together.

She could do nothing more than react, her body tired yet tense to the extreme, wave after wave crashing over her.

"I love it, when you're loud like that, baby..." Sebastian murmured with a grin, his thrusts intensifying, his hand cupping her chin to get a better look at her face, drawn with delight.

Her nails left a pattern of red marks on his back as he bent lower over her, her body intuitively submitting to his rhythm. Whimpering, she staggered towards her orgasm, the sign for Sebastian to put his hand around her neck again and squeeze.

"Yes, come for me, baby. Let me see how you fall apart with my hand wrapped around your pretty neck like this..."

His voice was rough and almost breathless, his gaze fixed on her face as he kept his rhythm and himself together.

Only moments later, her body jerked, filled with euphoria that was indescribable in its intensity.

"Fuck, you look so damn beautiful like that..." Sebastian's voice broke, unable to hold back any longer, "... fuck... yes."

They lay on top of each other, panting, his cum trickling down her inner thigh as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

"Come here, sweet girl."

Still dizzy, she snuggled against him, feeling his fingers along her spine before tracing circles over her back.

"You liked that, don't you?"

With a faint nod, she let out a sigh, her body still vibrating from all the emotions.

"Yes. I should probably have a look at the books you're reading, though..."

With a warm laugh, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against the marks his fingers had left on her neck.

"I'd be more than happy to show you."

All snippets can be found here.

What have I done, what have I done..🙈

[thatteko]

Just a thought:

Imagine it's just you and your chubby gf, whose recently been wanting to go to the gym but her large appetite keeps reversing all her progress. So, she begins to take these new appetite suppresents, and it works! At least when she remembered to take them. After a month, she begins to forget to take them since she's lost a couple pounds and believes she can continuing losing weight without them.

Oh, was she wrong.

You see, the pills simply removed the feeling of hunger, meaning she's less inclined to eat. So imagine starving yourself for a month, and your belly comes back with a vengence? With your appetite returning ten fold as a side effect of her weening off the pills.

You come home from work to a filthy sight. She's laid back on the couch- engorged, overstuffed, grumbling and bubbling belly in the air. So stuffed that her shirt has ridden up to become a mock bra for her already fat tits. Her face shiny with sweat, breaths shallow as her lungs struggle against her domineering stomach, which struggles to contain all the food, carbs, and sugary drinks she scoffed down her thick throat. Her meaty thighs are spread eagle to accommodate her sheer girth that's her stomach, with a bit of chubby pudge hanging down.

Your sweet girlfriend looks at you and between her moans, pants, and airy burps, begs you, "Ugh ... Baby, those pills made me just so unbelievable hungry."

Just then, a feirce growl erupts from her stomach, causing her face to clench and her swollen fingers to clutch onto her overtaxed gut. "Oooh, oooh! Baby- baby, please- help me! It hurts! I ate too much! Oooh, baby, come rub it please! It's too much!"

As the caring partner, you do! Rushing over, sitting between her legs to look up at her, who just barely sees you over her swollen belly with glazed eyes. Lightly, you brush over her skin, causing her to clench due to her increase sensitivity and pushing a small, airy burp, followed by a needy whine.

"Mixing that banana ... ugh ... with sprite was a bad idea. I'm so bloated ... unh ... I'm so gassy." Your darling complains between grunts of discomfort. You begin to slowly massage with light pressure, making her moan louder. You press down on tight spots, causing a deep belch to push past her swollen lips, paired with a relieved moan.

"Yeah, that's it, baby ... oooh, that feels so good ... but I just keep expanding with more gas." She looks down at you with adoring eyes, yet something lurked behind her gaze.

Was she ... enjoying this?

You obey her unspoken command, and push harder into her stomach adruptly. Her brows furrow, gut clenchs, and she wiggles before a loud bubbling echoes, followed by an equally bubbling rumble beneath her.

"Oooh ... that's so good, baby. So, so good. But don't stop, I need you. I'm so gassy, baby." She purrs, bringing a chubby hand to your cheek, before gentle guiding your face into her taunt stomach, lightly moaning as you softly nip at her skin.

Maybe she loved her food more than her looks?

[polypomefiore]

!cw for mpreg/omegaverse, teen pregnancy and bullying!

wanted to share more of my hcs on tumblr, so here’s some of 🐺🍎 expecting while still attending NRC

❀ jack and epel weren’t exactly in a relationship…they were horny teens messing around whenever they could, particularly when they should have been studying. it was kind of an open secret they were hooking up, but jack and epel would always get flustered and deny it when it’s brought up

❀ they find out they’re expecting through rook lol, he’s the first to notice epel’s scent/weight changing (which creeps everyone out because epel isn’t even a month along. dude stop sniffing everyone). rook mentions it nonchalantly when he fetches epel from the savanaclaw dorm after his “study” session with jack…it causes quite the scene

❀ there’s quite a bit of drama. their house wardens get involved and meetings with the faculty and their families have to be arranged. everyone is supportive, but epel requests some distance from jack bc he’s unsure what he wants, which jack begrudgingly accepts, but not before assuring epel he will respect whatever decision epel makes. (epel will decide to keep it).

❀ eventually gossip starts to spread through pomefiore due to epel’s roommate noticing his belly growing and the rest of the dorm noticing vil and rook’s increased protectiveness. vil and rook tries to snuff out the gossip for epel’s sake, but it eventually spills out to the entire campus

❀ epel gets bullied. a lot. especially by his dorm mates. when epel’s hormones become at an all time high the bullying starts to affect him more than he’d like to admit. vil and rook try to deal with it, but most of pomefiore thinks epel is ruining the dorms image and wants him gone. epel tries to hide it from jack, but eventually jack catches him crying alone in the bathroom during lunch

❀ jack gets in a fight with someone bad mouthing epel, leading to leona finding out what’s been going on. the bullying seemingly stops overnight, and the bullies won’t even look at epel anymore. but now if jack isn’t around epel, a savanaclaw student is always keeping an eye on him (and helping him carry stuff later on in the pregnancy)

❀ later on, when epel has trouble sleeping in his dorm, yu offers a room at ramshackle so he can properly nest. jack can also spend the night to snuggle/scent epel and also get frisky bc jack’s instincts are going haywire seeing epel pregnant with his pup(s). it doesn’t help epel’s chest is growing too

❀ both of them become somehow hornier. it becomes an issue when they sneak in between classes to “hang out”

❀ eventually when a longer break rolls around, jack and his family visit epel’s village to officially meet him…where they find epel, very pregnant and operating a tractor

❀ their families get along, but jack’s siblings and epel’s cousin become friends pretty quick. they keep asking about a wedding, which always make the adults laugh and jack and epel flustered

❀ epel’s village is already preparing for the baby. they already refurnished a little house for the epel (since his family home is already croweded), complete with all the necessities for a baby, made right in the village. jack’s family is in shock at how many stuffed animals have been made for one baby

❀ i was thinking they’d have triplets, but poor epel..maybe their first is just one, and when they’re older they’ll have triplets. i’m still. it sure yet

❀ rook is probably epel’s strongest support at NRC. he massages every ache and indulges any food craving epel has. it makes jack a bit jealous epel is more than happy to assure him through sex

❀ vil makes sure epel is active and does yoga with him (epel isn’t a fan, but he silently thanks vil when his labor is only a few hours)

❀ the pup is born a bit early near the end of the school year in the infirmary. the louder epel’s cursing and screaming becomes, the more guilty jack feels for knocking him up

❀ jack leaves briefly, asking ruggie to hold epel’s hand…which epel nearly breaks by the time jack come back two minutes later

❀ the pup(s?) comes out with little issue, and when jack sees their pup in epel’s arms for the first time he bursts into tears. and when he gets to hold the pup(s) he’s astonished how tiny they are..they looked bigger when epel held them, but jack could almost hold them with one hand

thanks for reading! that’s all for now but i may come back to this again when i have more ideas, prolly abt jackpel being parents while attending NRC ;)

[mpregtales]

Ethan & Gabriel Part 2

Gabriel had been feeling unusually tired, a kind of fatigue that went beyond his usual end-of-day weariness. He found himself napping more often, and even small tasks seemed to drain his energy. At first, he chalked it up to stress or maybe a lingering cold, but when he started feeling queasy in the mornings, he knew something was off.

He bought a pregnancy test on a whim, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when the test showed positive, Gabriel’s heart raced. He stared at the result, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over him. Was this even possible?

That evening, when Ethan came home, Gabriel could hardly contain his nerves. He waited until after dinner, when they were both relaxed on the couch, before he finally found the courage to speak.

“Ethan,” Gabriel began, his voice trembling slightly, “I have something to tell you.”

Ethan looked at him, concern etching his features. “What is it, love?”

Gabriel took a deep breath and handed Ethan the pregnancy test. “I’m pregnant.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, and he pulled Gabriel into a tight embrace. “We’re going to be parents,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and excitement.

The reality of their new journey began to sink in as they held each other, both filled with a mix of joy, anticipation, and a little bit of fear. But above all, there was love—a love that had already created something miraculous.

As the weeks went by, Gabriel’s body began to show the first subtle signs of pregnancy. His appetite increased, and he found himself craving foods he hadn’t even thought about in years. His mornings were often marked by bouts of nausea, but the thought of the life growing inside him kept him going.

Ethan was there for every step, offering comfort and support. He brought Gabriel ginger tea to ease his morning sickness, and he made sure the pantry was stocked with all of Gabriel’s favorite snacks. They began reading books on pregnancy and parenting, their excitement growing with each new piece of information.

Physically, Gabriel started to notice small changes. His waistline, which had always been trim, began to soften slightly. His hips, naturally wide, felt a little fuller. It was nothing dramatic, but it was the beginning of something that would soon become very noticeable.

Gabriel began using stretch mark cream religiously, rubbing it into his belly, hips, and thighs every morning and night. Ethan would often join him, gently massaging the cream into Gabriel’s skin, taking the time to appreciate the changes happening in Gabriel’s body.

Ethan, ever the attentive partner, couldn’t help but notice these changes. He often found himself staring at Gabriel with a mixture of admiration and love. “You’re already glowing,” he would say, brushing a hand over Gabriel’s growing belly.

Their love life remained passionate, but there was something even more tender about their intimacy now. Each time they were together, it felt like they were celebrating the new life they had created, deepening the bond between them.

By the third month, Gabriel’s body was beginning to change in ways that were more noticeable. His belly had started to round out, a small bump visible beneath his clothes. His hips were also growing wider, and he could feel the extra weight in his thighs.

His bubble butt, always one of his most striking features, seemed to grow even rounder, filling out more with each passing week. Gabriel could feel his body adjusting to accommodate the twins, and though the changes were sometimes overwhelming, he found comfort in knowing that this was all part of the journey.

Ethan loved every change he saw in Gabriel. He would often wrap his arms around Gabriel from behind, resting his hands on the small but growing bump. “Our babies are growing,” he would whisper in Gabriel’s ear, his voice filled with pride.

Gabriel’s cravings grew stronger, and Ethan made sure to indulge every one of them. They spent nights cuddled up on the couch, eating ice cream or pickles, or whatever Gabriel was in the mood for that day. Ethan was always gentle, always attentive to Gabriel’s needs, and Gabriel found himself falling even more in love with Ethan every day.

Part 3

[ssweet-affirmations15]

I’m having a massage today and you decided to join me.

As I undress myself, you are sitting on the sofa in a corner watching me. I can feel your eyes on me. The heat and weight of your stare making me feel warm, as you stalk towards me. You reach out, hands gently running down the length of my back and you gently steer me towards the massage table for me to lie down.

The massage therapist begins to knead my back, releasing the tension in my body. But I can feel your presence encompassing the room, knowing that you are sitting there and watching me, turns me on so much.

The massage had me in a relaxed, blissful state. But soon the hands that were massaging me were replaced with yours. That familiar and possessive touch I know all too well, roaming the expanse of my back.

“Turn around baby.” You order.

I shuffle myself around, and lay on my back, looking up at you with a lazy smile on my face. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I tightly press my legs together. Oh god, just having your hands on me is my undoing.

You lean forward, predatory smile on your face as you lean forward and part my legs.

“What do we have here? You’re so wet darling.” You coo.

Your fingers tease the area around my clit, watching as I grind against you. You remove your hand from me, looking at how wet I’ve made your fingers.

“I haven’t done anything yet baby and you’re dripping? Does this turn you on? Being so exposed, knowing that anyone can walk in any moment?” You condescendingly ask.

I whimper, desperately rubbing myself against the massage table. You lower yourself, facing my pussy directly and immediately dive in. You relentlessly suck my clit and lick the juices that are coming out of me. Your tongue easily slides into me and a shudder ripples throughout my whole body.

I am desperately grinding into your face as your tongue slowly moves in and out of me. My moans and whimpers are increasing in volume. Your fingers replace your tongue, long slender fingers pumping in and out of me roughly hitting my most sensitive spot.

I am right at the edge and you know it. My pussy is clenching your fingers so tight as you move it.

“You’re so close baby. Do you wanna cum?”

“Mommy please! Don’t stop … mommy ahhh!” I beg.

“Mommy I’m cummin…! Ahh fuck ….!”

You gently help me ride out my orgasm before slowly removing your fingers from me. You clean your fingers by sucking my juices off of them.

“You taste good baby girl” You say with a grin.

This is about sapphic sex. MEN & MINORS DNI!

[baelabong]

study break

Pairing: GIP Chaewon x fem!reader

Synopsis: y/n needs a break from studying

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You sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop, the glow from the screen illuminating the room. Finals are just around the corner, and the pressure is unbearable. Your head throbs with every word you read, and it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Your girlfriend, Chaewon, walks into the room, dressed in sweatpants that reveal a noticeable bulge and a tight white tank top that clings to her toned frame. She immediately notices the tension etched across your face. "Hey," she says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You glance up at her, trying to muster a smile, but it quickly fades. "I’m just so stressed, Chaewon. There’s so much to study, and I don’t think I can handle it."

Chaewon’s eyes soften with concern. She pulls up a chair next to you and starts massaging your shoulders. "You need to take a break. You've been at this for hours."

"I can’t," you protest weakly. "I have to finish this."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me help you relax."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Chaewon’s hands slide down your back. "W-what do you mean?" you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I think you need a different kind of break," she whispers, her lips brushing against your neck.

Before you can respond, Chaewon turns your chair to face her and lifts you onto the desk, scattering your papers. Her eyes are dark with desire, and you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Chaewon," you gasp as she kisses you deeply, her hands exploring your body. "W-we shouldn’t... I have to study."

"You need to relax," she murmurs against your lips. "Let me take care of you."

You can’t help but surrender to her touch. She slides her hand under your shirt, caressing your skin, and you moan softly. "Chaewon, please..."

“Patience, baby”

Grabbing your face with her hands she brings you in for a deep kiss. Kissing you hungrily, she sucks on your tongue as she kept her other hand occupied on your breast, pinching and pulling at you tits.

“Mmhgm, Chae, more please”

Smiling against your mouth she exhales hard and leans in harder to your lips moving her hand from your breast to your panties, playing with your panty covered slit.

She smirks, knowing she has you exactly where she wants you. "Turn around," she commands, her voice husky with desire.

You comply, turning to face the desk, and she pushes your books aside. You brace yourself against the edge, feeling her hands slide down to your hips.

She pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, and you shiver as the cool air hits your skin. "Chaewon," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"Shh," she soothes, kissing your back. "Just relax. I’ve got you."

You hear the sound of her zipper and feel her press against you. She enters you slowly, and you gasp at the sensation, your mind going blank. "Oh my god, Chaewon..."

She starts moving, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then gradually increasing in pace. "You look so good," she groans, gripping your hips tightly. "So cute with your glasses. My good girl."

You can’t form coherent thoughts, your mind overwhelmed by pleasure. "Chaewon, faster," you beg, needing more.

She obliges, her movements becoming more intense. The desk shakes with every thrust, and you grip the edge for support, your body trembling. "Oh god, yes," you cry out, feeling the stress melt away with each passing second.

Chaewon leans forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Let them hear you, baby. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

Her words send a thrill through you, and you can’t help but moan louder, your voice echoing off the walls. "Chaewon, please, don’t stop," you scream, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it, my good girl," Chaewon murmurs as she continues to thrust into you, her pace steady. "Let it all go."

Her hands move from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer with each thrust, driving deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries of ecstasy.

"Chaewon, I’m gonna—" you start, but your words are cut off by a wave of ecstasy that crashes over you, making you cry out her name.

"That's it, scream for me," Chaewon groans, her own voice thick with desire. She pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending you higher and higher until you’re sure the entire dorm can hear you.

She follows shortly after, her body tensing before she collapses against you, breathing heavily. You both stay like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of your release.

Chaewon eventually pulls out and helps you straighten your clothes. She turns you around and kisses you gently. "Feeling better?"

You nod, a blissful smile on your face. "Much better. Thank you."

She chuckles and helps you back into your chair. "Now, take a real break. You deserve it."

You do as she says, leaning back and closing your eyes, finally able to relax thanks to Chaewon.

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[99liv3s]

The young, small curvy mom-to-be had been sitting on the bed doing her breathing exercises when all the lights shut off. From outside her door, Arista could hear the sounds of chaotic activity as she was plunged into semi-darkness, the only light coming from the small window in her room. A midwife entered a few minutes later to inform her that the power had gone out in the entire facility, and no one was sure why. Since her room was now too dark, a similar situation to many of the more private birthing suites in the clinic at the moment, the staff had decided to move everyone who was currently in labor to a more public, but well lit area, and instructed Arista that she should walk there immediately.

Unfortunately, labor does not show mercy during any kind of disaster or situation, it just does its thing. So, naturally, as soon as Arista stood up, her water broke all over the floor, and her contractions increased ten-fold. Moaning loudly as she felt the pressure fall hard onto her hips and start pushing, Arista began gingerly taking slow tiny steps forward, feeling as though her entire uterus was getting ready to drop painfully out of her from the weight of the baby. Though the makeshift birthing area that had now been set up in the well lit lobby was only a few doors down from her own suite, the journey there was long, torturous agony for Arista as her contractions were coming fast now. Four times she had to stop and double over in pain, crying loudly as the baby pushed, but she was determined not to give birth right here in the hallway, and so kept her legs as tightly closed as she could, trying to ignore the pressure that demanded she open up and push.

20 long minutes later, she was lying on a collection of towels and sheets in the floor of the lobby, her legs spread, with three other girls also in hard labor around her, crying, moaning, and screaming their pain that Arista was also experiencing. The four women were in so much pain, they only communicated in glances at each other. Arista's golden almond shaped eyes found the deep blue eyes of a small brunette girl who looked even younger than she was, and they stared at each other as the latter screamed loudly, clearly going through a painful contraction. Arista had come to the conclusion that this girl was still in her teens before she was distracted by her own pains. It suddenly felt like her back was being split open as the urge to push returned, and Arista pushed weather she was supposed to or not. The midwives were all busy attending to some of the other patients or trying to figure out the power situation, and no one seemed to realize just how far Arista's labor was progressing. Arista's loud cries joined with her fellow birthers' as the pain shot through her entire body, and she pushed, willing to put this horrible ordeal to an end as fast as possible. However, it appeared that luck was definitely not on her side today.

"It's stuck, and the head looks...abnormal," a midwife said to her another 10 minutes later, as Arista panted. Someone had finally realized that Arista was pushing, and had come over to help. My.... my back..." Arista managed to squeak out, ignoring the loud moans from the teen nearby. The midwife began massaging Arista's legs and vagina, trying to provide her some relief and also examine the situation as best she could without the use of ultrasound or other equipment, which was obviously unavailable. As the nearby teen screamed loudly, apparently still in transition, the midwife felt around on the bulge in Arista's vagina and nodded somberly in understanding. "Baby is breech," she said to Arista. "Apparently, it never turned." "We can still get it out, but you're going to have to push even harder, and it's going to hurt...a lot!" Arista whined in both pain and frustration as the midwife spread her legs even wider apart and told her to push.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Arista screamed as she pushed, the butt of her baby barely inching out as the ring of fire hit her opening full force. Arista let out a moan as she struggled to catch her breath and strength for another push. Around her, the moans and cries of the other laboring women rung out as they also progressed, but it seemed Arista was much farther along than any of them. "Push! PUSH!" the midwife urged. "You gotta push harder!" Arista bit back her retort and bore down again with a loud scream. She felt the body of her baby slide out more, and feet and arms slipped out. Now, all that was left for her to push out was... the head. "Oh boy..." she thought wryly. "Good, just a bit more effort and you'll be done!" The midwife encouraged. Arista was tempted to say how much this midwife had no idea how much effort she was going through, then happened to notice her midwife was sporting a small bump of her own, clearly in her early months of pregnancy. "She'll understand it soon enough," Arista thought as she felt another painful contraction hit her, and with a loud roar, she pushed the head out. "It's a healthy cute little girl," the midwife said, and the instant Arista heard the first cry of her new daughter, the clinic's power flickered back to life!

(Your character rolled a 6 = single baby birth)

[ladylooch]

Kailey blowing miles in the shower. She joins him after getting into the shower. That's it. That's my thought. Of course before the 20 weeks fucked.

-👢

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The edges of the circular tile dig into her knees as Kailey rests the weight of Miles’ cock on her tongue. He shifts his hips back and forth, working the sensitive tip over her mouth until she wraps her lips around his shaft. He moans instantly, the warm spray of the water flicking into his mouth after bouncing off his chest.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, flicking her hair back over her shoulders to keep her breasts fully exposed to him. His long fingers slide down her wet skin, massaging her hard peaks with the tips of his fingers. Kailey groans around his cock, letting him glide further back into her throat. 

Squelching noises fill the glass enclosed shower as Kailey increases her tempo. She adds her hand, roling it down his shaft in sync with her mouth. Miles leans his back fully against the cool wall for support, running a desperate hand through his hair then over his face.

“Fuck, Kails. Gonna make me cum so fast.” He exhales heavily, then tilts his head back to the ceiling letting out a long, strangled groan just as he comes explosively in Kailey’s mouth. Miles grips the door and wall with the tips of his fingers. Below him, Kailey collects the creamy white mixture on her tongue then lets it slide out of her mouth and down to the shower floor.

“I wish that was spread between my thighs right now.” She coos.

“You done with me already? Cause I still see that in your future.” He reaches down to help her stand back up. She squeaks at the way he nips are her neck, beard scratching her sensitive skin.

“I hope so. I think I was a good girl while you were on the road. I deserve to cum more than you.” Miles giggles his signature giggle that makes Kailey’s chest feel warm and her brain buzz from happiness. 

“I think so too. Gimme a bit. In the meantime, I can wash you up good?” He grabs her breasts in his hands, taking the full weight of them while massaging her nipples with his rough palms. She arches her chest up. Miles takes the hint, sucking one into her mouth. Kailey threads her fingers through his wet curls, holding him to her sensitive bud. Her other hand wraps around his dick, feeling it twitch in her hand, almost ready to start building for their next round. 

Kailey knows by the time this shower is over, neither one of them will actually be clean.

[burstingwithbellies]

You're walking to the mall, and you're distracted when someone bumps into you. While exchanging apologies, you notice she is several months pregnant, and you feel in your chest the faint tug of envy. You each move on, but it's not long before a strange feeling develops in your gut.

After dismissing the possibility of any lingering sentiment, you rationalize that you must be hungry, so you head to the food court; and feeling peckish, you order a large helping - which you devour in record time. The strange feeling is still there, but at least your stomach is happy! Looking down at it, you notice it's developed a slight curve and is now sticking out of your shirt, probably because of all the food you ate.

It's a little embarrassing to have your stomach out like this, but when you remember the pregnant woman, you decide to go on a lark and visit the maternity store. At least there, no one is going to judge you for having a belly!

Normally you ignore the place to spare yourself the baby fever, but it's a full house tonight, with several parents-to-be milling about solo or with their partners. Some of them are clearly far along, but your belly fits in with the rest of them. As you browse the store, entertaining the fantasy of becoming a parent, the strange feeling in your stomach grows exponentially stronger.What is happening to you? Is it something you ate? Your belly looks bigger now. You hope it's not gas. But the feeling increases, until it's begun to pinch and your hands reflexively attempt to massage the aching skin. 

Someone notices your distress, and comes over to help. It's the woman from earlier, but wait, where is her belly? You could have sworn she was pregnant, she most definitely was! And why does your belly feel so tight? She beckons the nearest other person, a man whom you assumed must be carrying twins at the least, proud enough to let it all hang out... but that impressive baby bump, right before your very eyes, is shrinking - at the same rate yours is growing. But he only seems concerned for you, as if oblivious to his own inexplicable condition. As you try to make sense of it all, your belly surges in size and you nearly tip forward from the shift in weight, as if a bowling ball had manifested in your stomach. You cry out as your skin is rapidly stretched, attracting more attention, more worried couples.

What is happening to you? ... and why does it feel so good? 

I clutch my expanding belly, hoping if I contain it that it may slow down.

But it does quite the opposite. It surges forward like it’s angry at me for denying this sweet increase.

I cross my legs as this heat and this tingling sensation starts to bubble up within me. It feels so good and despite what it may seem; how it seems like I’m stealing the babies of these expecting parents and making them mine; as bad it is what’s happening, it feels so right.

Fertility feels so good and perhaps disgustingly and selfishly, I just want more of it.

Then, more concerned expecting parents approach me. And I can see that I'm going to get more of my life.