roseestuosity

[roseestuosity]

lmaooo this was so funny

Spy in disguise

Jen was the best detective well known by the whole division. Not only did she excel in capturing bad guys but also in disguies. In fact, her nickname was the disguise matser. She could turn herself into anyone male female young or old alike which is the reason why she was in a secret mission infiltrating a drug gang. Being heavily pregnant as she was, her disguise was a middle age man with a beer belly. The police was tipped off that the largest amount of drug in history was about to be smuggled and needed to take action asap. As excited as she was to be a mother, she couldn't let go of this huge case. And with her disguise abilities, she was the perfect match to be a spy. In addition, she had gone undercover countless times amd successfully taken down the criminals. This time would be easy peasy too she thought.

Several weeks had passed. She ( disguised as a he) had gained the leader's trust to an extent that she got to know every move, every plan but nothing about the said huge drug deal. She became impatient. What if her baby was due and she didn't get the chance to capture them. What if the boss had known her disguise all along and was purposely keeping her close. But that was impossible because she knew her diaguise was perfect. She successfully turned herself into this middle age man, even her pregnant belly was diaguised as a beer belly. Even with the huge belly she fought so good that the boss even made her his body guard. One downside is that as the boss's bodyguard, she had to fight a lot, like a lot, not only that she had to be with him every second following everywhere he went, driving him to his desired places including picking up and dropping off his kids at school. She accidentally got hit in the stomach sometimes but luckily she just ended up with a bruised belly, the baby was unharmed.

Time passed quickly and she was now 38 weeks pregnant. Yet, no drug deal till now. It became uncomfortable for her to do her usual errands with her growing belly. The boss wanted to take his kids to the amusement park one day and as her duty was a body guard, she had to follow. He had rented out the entire amusement park. So, there was no one else there aprt from them.

Little did she know that there was a mole in the police force and that the boss knew she was the infamous disguise master Jen all along. He tried to kill her off by sending her to dangerous missions but even with a huge belly, she succeeded. He thought she might give up if her baby was at risk of getting hurt but she was so damn stubborn. The bigger her belly got, the more dangerous and physical jobs the boss send her to. But she was so confident that she thought no one knew about her being a spy and being pregnant.

On the amusement park, she saw several signs that pregnant women were not allowed on certain rides. She just silently prayed that she won't be put on those rides. The kids wanted to ride bumper cars and the boss ordered her to get in every single ride the kids wanted to and accompany them all day long.

In addition, the boss send three of his minions together with them whose mission is to make her hurt and withdraw her from the spy mission or kill her if possible.

The bumper for sure was fun, I mean for the kids. For her, not so much. Every time someone bumped into her car, her belly was slammed to the steering wheel due to inertia causing her painful contractions. She felt a 'pop' and a warm gush of water came down her pants. 'Oh crap! My water has broken' she thought. The boss's minions purposely kept bumping her car continuously until the time ran out. She lost count how many times she was thrown back and forth, her eyes became blurry due to the pain and she had to hold her belly gritting her teeth and trying to sooth the pain.

The day continued, the kids wanted to get on almost every single ride and she could barely walk now. The safety bars and belts on the rides were the worst. Those were either pressing her stomach in half from the front or pushing down from above. The baby descended into her birth canal more after each ride opening her wide. She ignored the dumpness on her pants and luckily no one bothered to ask. The boss was so satisfied. His plan worked! Her water had broken. She would leave the gang and he could finally do the deal.

Her contracting belly was hard as a rock, her back and belly was killing her. After a really long time of suffering, she decided to tell the boss that she ate the bad seafood last night and she now has to go back home and she would immediately be back tomorrow. The boss wasn't amused. He wanted her to gone forever not coming back the next day. So he decided to go to the final plan. He went " okay one last ride and you can go rest at home", smiling sneakily. She sensed something was off and before getting on the roller coaster, she called her police supervisor who she put as her emergency call.

She struggled to get on it with the baby already in her birth canal widening her hips. No one else except her was getting on. She knew something was terribly wrong and tried to get off immediately but her huge pregnant belly had been getting in the way. The boss errily smiled and said " Think you can trick me miss detective. I know who you are. You don't need to pretend to be a obese dude. Now you will pay the price. Time for the ride!"

Then before she could react, the safety bar came down with so much force and hit her belly violently. She wailed in pain and felt like her stomach was about to rupter. The pressing force push her baby further down and the head starts to crown. She could feel the fetal head stuck in her opening being blocked by the ride's plastic chair. The bar was still pressing down her belly and yet the baby had nowhere else to go. She tried to get up but it makes the bar pressed further down. The boss, his minions and his kids were laughing at her pain. She was drenched in sweats, her face wrincing in pain, the head being squeezed out by the contraction and pushed back by the chair. It was all so much fun for them. The boss signaled his man and suddenly another bar came out from the front amd crushed her belly. Now her stomach was squished from above and the front, indenting her stomach dangerouly. She was a mess at this point, crying , sobbing with a large pool of liquid at her feet.

"Now time to go" the boss said and left her just like that with both bars still pressing and disfiguring her belly. An hour later, her supervisor she previously made a call arrived and lift the bars from the ride's control center got her down and sent her to the hospital. 4 hours later, she was seen breastfeeing her baby on the hospital bed cradling with all smiles. Her stomach was black and blue from all the hits she took but a tough woman would be fine in a few days.

[roseestuosity]

A pregnant tribe woman and the magical forest

She lived together with her family in a magical forest. Everyone in her tribe made their living by hunting and harvesting magical plants. The forest was a dangerous place filled with beasts and magical plants. They never settled in one place. They migrated from one spot to another before dangeroud things marked and came for them.

She had three children, two sons and one daughter and the fourth one was on its way. Her husband unfortunately never came back from the hunt a few months ago when she was still in her second trimester. Perhaps the hunter became hunted in this horrible forest. Since then, despite being pregnant, she had to become the bread winner of the family. She had mouths to feed. Luckily, the pregnancy was uneventful, the fetus was healthy and kicking, her belly was huge for her geatational age. Maybe because this is her fourth pregnancy. She never let her children down no matter how big her belly was, she would always go hunting and harvesting without fail.

She was now very heavy and exhausted since her due date was coming 3 days later. Her belly was huge and sat so low. Her clothes made from animal skin could barely cover it. What she never told to her tribe people and try to ignore was the occasional contractions she had been feeling since she was 37 weeks .They had to migrate when she just reached 37 weeks. They wanted to wait until she gave birth but a beast was aiming to attack them. It would circle arount the tents at night, howling and calling for other beasts. So they had no choice but to move.

This migration took a toll on her. All of their belongings, tents, herbs, clothings and food were put in a box made from branches attached with live vines ( vines that are alive and moving) to act like a backpack. She had to carry that big heavy box on her back since her children were all too young. Two vines wrapped themselves as shoulder straps, another one just above her belly ,the other just below it and the last one directly across her huge stomach denting it to secure the box . Those magical vines' position could be changed by outside force. They only relived at night. The tribe walked through the forests, corssed streams and mountains continuously for 8 days. She wanted to rest so bad, her back which was bent down continuously by the weight of the load and her belly which was wrapped by the vines to steady the load on her back was killing her. She started to feel her stomach hardening and contracting every now and then. She would hold her stomach with her hands gritting her teeth to ride out the contraction. She knew the time was near but since the water had not broken yet, what was the point to telling others?. So just like that the days went by and they finally reached their destination.

Setting up her tent, she felt the baby dropped even lower into her pelvis. So she decided to go hunting to stock up before the baby came since she won't be able to hunt immediately when the baby was born. Now was just occasional contractions and she could ride them out! shw thought to herself.

She waddled further into her forest with a bow, arrows and a dagger looking for prey by herself. That was the biggest mistake. This part of the forest was new to her and she did not know what kind of things await her. She should have gone with other tribal people.

As she was hiding behind the tree looking for her prey, a live vine approached her sneakily from behind. The vine suddenly wrapped both of her legs and yanked backward suddenly making her fall on her huge stomach. Her stomach was slammed to the rocky ground beneath her forcefully. It was so painful that she wasn't able to breath. She embraced her squished belly with her hands tears coming out of her eyes. The contraction was so strong that she couldn't even breath. Suddenly, she felt a gush of water coming out of her vagina. The vine dragged her up by her ankles up into the air and held her mid air upside down. She tried to cut it with her dagger but she couldn't reach it because her big round belly was in the way. Her hands couldn't reach her ankles. The vines seem to hate her struggling to break free and the started swinging her . She was swung upside down uncontrollably in the air making her nauseous for some time. More water was dripping out of her but she was in no position to give birth, both her legs were tied together and she was upside down against the gravity. By evening, her contractions were only a few minutes apart. She tried to push but her efforts just went into the vain. Then, all of a sudden, the vine swung her into a big tree trunk. Her contracting stomach was once again sandwiched between her body and the tree trunk. It swung her big stomach again and again into the tree trunks surrounding her repeatedly. She was crying and wailing in pain and the conaecutive hits forced her baby out of her cervix. She felt the baby head crowning and sliding back down due to gravity. All night long, she was pushing, crowning and the baby would just slid down back. She could no way defy the gravity and in addition, her legs were tied together. Time passed like that with her trying to get the baby out of her now bruised black and blue stomach. In the next evening, the people from her tribe saw her dangling mid air being tortured by the vines, all wet from her water sweating and crying. Once the veins knew help was coming, they started swinging her belly into tree trunks again. She could only screamed in pain. The vines were swinging violently when one person shot an arrow cutting it. With the vines holding her legs being cut, she fell onto the ground belly first and skid due to the swinging inertia. All the violent forces pushed her baby out of her vagina. She was so exhaused that she couldn't even get up. She was just laying on the ground in prone position with a newly born baby between her legs. Her people carried her and her baby into their tent. She needed a good rest after all this, didn't she?

[roseestuosity]

Birth during a triathlon

You were a triathlete. You had been preparing for this race for so long but you accidentally got yourself pregnant. So, when the race came, you were 39 weeks pregnant. Luckily it was a singleton pregnancy and you won't just waste away all your dream and preparation just because the bump got in the way. Everyone else was against it but who cares. You body your choice!

You had been getting brixton hicks for several weeks. But this didn't interfere with your intense training sessions. You prepared yourself so well and you were so confident.

You did so well in swimming except you started feeling painful contractions not so long after the start. You gritted your teeth and continued swimming since you didn't want to fall behind. You couldn't even hold and rub your hard contracting belly since you were busy trying to pass others. Even with contractions, you managed to pass several racers. You were so proud of yourself but your contractions were getting closer and closer making you panic and scared of others knowing you were in labour and pull you out of the race. That was the last thing you want. So, you tried to keep a straight face despite having contractions every 3 minute.

You could feel the cervix was slowly stretching, widening your hips and the head descending down your birth canal. The hard bicycle saddle and the paddling movements were not helping at all. Your vagina was burning so badly and your belly was contracting very painfully. You groaned and lift your butt up a bit all while cycling at pace and shocked by the bulge between your legs. Your water must have broken during swimming, you just didn't notice it. The crowning head was stopped by the tighness of the fabric. You wanted to push that baby out so badly but you couldn't risk losing the race. This was neither the time nor the place to birth a child.

Making up her mind to keep this child in no matterwhat, she put her rasied butt down onto the saddle forcing the round bulge inside. The pain ripped through her she almost screamed out yet she kept paddling and paddling. She forcefully blocked her birth canal with the hard saddle. The baby head crowned with each contraction and the saddle held it in without any progress. She was sweating and paddling hard with her knuckles gripping the bike handle enduring the pain. No one knew this intense battle inside her, the womb contracting and pushing the baby out itself vs the saddle blocking the exit.

She wasn't even sure if she could run in this condition. With each step, the baby slid down further, bulged the pants between her legs. She ran as fast as she could with one hand holding her belly so it won't bounce too much enduring the excruciating back to back contractions. By the time she reached the finish line, a very round prominent bulge was between her shaky legs. Her elastic pants thankfully held on. If not for her pants, the baby would have already slipped out of her vagina with all the running. She was so content that she was able to make it till the end and let herself go. All her energy was drained now. She passed out and fell to thw ground. The last thing she saw before her vision became blurry was the paramedics rushing to her with worrying faces.

[roseestuosity]

Oh what I wouldn’t give to be your wife and business partner, helping you with our company while growing your babies. One day my water breaks at work, right as our shareholders are arriving for an extremely important meeting. You tell them to wait a moment before pulling me into the bathroom and gruffly telling me to hold it, that this meeting’s too important and our babies will just have to wait. As we give them a tour of our offices, my waddle gets wider, and every now and then you can catch a glimpse of a large head straining against my panties under my short skirt.

TW: Birth, birth denial (behind cut)

I can't believe that you'd be so irresponsible as to go into labor right before the big meeting. 

We've known about this appointment for months.  It could make or break our company.  You've been such a fantastic, helpful partner in the business up until this point-- so why the hell would you try to sabotage it now?

So yeah, I told you to hold 'em in.  Don't give me any of that nonsense about labor not being something you can control; the doctor told us that you could take over 12 hours to give birth to our twins, and your water just broke.  Just don't push for the next couple of hours and we'll be fine.

You're a gorgeous woman despite being so massive, so thankfully the shareholders are too busy staring at your tits to notice your discomfort, and I want it to stay that way.  Your pregnancy has been kind to your breasts, and they're straining against the fabric of your blouse and even threatening to pop one of the buttons.   It's a good distraction from the odd way you're waddling around, like your gait is opening up. 

I wrap an arm around your waist and lean in as if to whisper some sweet nothing in your ear, but instead I hiss a sharp rebuke.  "Don't you dare push."

By the time the meeting is drawing to a close, I'm all too aware of how you've decided to disregard my words.  Your face is flushed, your breath coming in sharp pants, and you clutch at your oversized belly with every contraction.  Your skirt already leaves little to the imagination, and the occasional glance between your thighs reveals a telltale bulge of what can only be our first baby's head filling your panties.  

I'm irritated, but you probably imagine that relief is on the horizon when one of the shareholders cuts off my attempted goodbyes with a casual wave of his hand.  "Actually," he said with a pleasant smile, "I was hoping that we could sit down and discuss the terms of your proposal now, rather than dragging the whole process out a few more weeks.   Time is money in this business, you realize."

"Of course," I responded, sliding a hand down along your bottom and between your legs.  I can feel you stiffen as my fingers cup the baby's emerging head and subtly begin to push it back inside of you.  "I'd love to work out the details today.  Why don't you join me in my office while my wife prepares us some coffee?"

You bite down on a pained whine and paste a friendly smile on your lips before nodding, just as I knew you would.  Good girl. 

[roseestuosity]

Kidnapped & Birthing

1970 words

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Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline

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You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.

You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.

Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.

"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.

You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.

You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.

You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.

You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.

You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.

"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.

The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!

"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.

"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.

You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.

The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.

You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.

You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.

"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.

You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.

"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.

A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.

"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.

"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.

You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.

You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.

This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.

He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.

"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.

"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.

"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.

The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.

The man chuckled at your efforts.

He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.

You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.

"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.

"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.

The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.

Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.

You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.

"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.

"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.

You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.

"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.

The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."

The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.

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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.

You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.

You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.

You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.

You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.

Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.

You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.

You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.

You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.

Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.

You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.

The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.

The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.

“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.

By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.

You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.

You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.

Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.

You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.

Your mind is racing.

You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.

A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.

The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.

You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.

You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.

You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.

You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.

You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.

Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.

You gasp and tears fall down your face.

“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.

The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.

You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.

The baby comes out to the elbows.

“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.

“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.

Your panties are full, there is no more room.

He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.

He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.

The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.

“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.

“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.

[roseestuosity]

Imagine you are one of the many concubines of the king. You are the king's favourite after the queen and you are pregnant with a huge belly at the same time with the queen. You both are due but you have no idea why your belly is way bigger and lower than that of the queen's. Little did you know that the queen loaths you for that.

You are in labour for 3 hours now. The king refrained from having sex with the queen since the start of her pregnancy fearing the royal baby might be harmed. But he is so different with you in bed as if he doesn't care about the baby in your womb. He is so rough. And he is also the main reason why you are in labour now. All you remember is he got carried away during a super rough sex, pressing hard on your huge stomach, slamming you onto the bed, flipping you over and fucking you from behind without caring if your enormous belly was squished between the bed and your body. As he climaxed, he even leaned his whole body onto you putting additional pressure to your already dangerously flattened-to-half belly. He also enjoys making you sit on top of him and slapping your belly left and right repeatedly. When he was satisfied, he left you a sobbing mass with warm liquid soaked all over your lower parts. You couldn't even see clearly. You eyes were teary and blurry due to the pain. Maybe this the difference between the queen who is a royal descendent and you, a concubine who is just a whore.

It has been 3 hours your water broke and contractions started. Despite the physician saying you are only 6cm dilated and still has a long way to go, your contractions are coming every 15 minute.

In that moment, certain news arrives. The queen has gone into labour just now and you can't be delivering together with the queen since you are a lowly concubine. The guards yank you out of the bed vioently and take away all the preparations for your birth. You groan in pain and hold your belly with one hand and the other supporting your back. You can't even walk properly at this point. You are trying so hard just to waddle like a penguin. You ask the guards when you can birth your child. Their answer is you can deliver only after the queen has successfully given birth. But thankfully, a midwife will stay with you to check your dilation and to make sure you don't give birth before the queen. You can feel the increasing pressure in your pelvis as your belly keep contracting the head down. Hours have passed and you are now fully dilated with a baby head lodged in your birth canal but the queen is only 6cm dilated. The midwife forces you to sit on a chair since it will help in blocking the baby's exit. There is still a long way for the queen to deliver and she is making sure your child won't come out before her highness. You are now sitting uncomfortably on a wooden chair with your huge tightening belly sitting between your thighs. Nghhh let me push. Let me just push it out you plead to your midwife but law is still law. She could lose her head for letting you push. You try to lift yourself up to make space for the bulging head but she push you down onto the chair again forcing the baby back in. You scream from the excruciating pain being pushed the baby back in against the contracting pressure. Hours have passed and the queen finally delivers the crown prince and your time has come. You are very exhausted now that you don't have strength to even push. The midwife place you on the delivery bed and start to press on your belly. You can't even scream all your energy long time left your body. At last, your baby came out amd the midwife cleans it and hand it over to you. Just after the placenta come out, you feel another contraction and another baby emerges within seconds. You were carrying twins! That is why your belly was so big despite this being your first pregnancy. The king pays a visit to you and you can finally rest contently with each baby on your side.

[roseestuosity]

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There are so few Rinvenka fics out there so I'm so happy this exists. This is hurt/comfort with bonding at its finest and I wish this fic actually happened in the TPW series.

i would have followed all the way (to the graveyard) by agnes_writes (Rin&Kitay, T, 1.1k)

Criminally underrated fic featuring bittersweet Rinkitay, promises and love. Smooth, in-character dialogue and general softness make this an amazing read.

Knots by TheStarToSteerBy (Rin/Nezha, E, 597)

The implied smut in this one always gets me, as well as the exploration of Nezha's boat nerd side. This fic is subtle and racy at the same time and always leaves me grinning to myself.

[roseestuosity]

around you - nanami kento

summary: nanami has self-restraint, plently of it in fact, but around you he cant seem to help himself

tags: sub!nanami dom!reader, praise kink, guided masturbation, kento is really needy :((, pet names (love, darling, prince)

notes: service dom, mean dom, soft dom, etc kento is great, love it, wonderful even, BUT needy sub kento??? even better (this was supposed to be posted a while ago but writers block had some hands bro 🤕)

nanami kento doesn't touch himself.

well, at least to your knowledge he doesn't. nanami has made it very clear to you that he doesn't indulge in any sexual acts when he's not with you. even if he's on a business trip and has to be gone for several days at a time, nanami doesn't touch himself. and you don't mind that, not one bit, because on the nights he misses you and your touch the most, he drops everything to come running to you.

nanami kento never really touched himself before he met you. so how would he know to please himself if he's never done it before? he gets all of his pleasure from pleasing you. so when nanami wakes up with his bed sheets drenched in sweat, his hand wrapped around his cock, and no sense of what time it is, he doesn't know what to do. his eyes slowly flutter open and the first thing he notices is that you're gone from his sight. but your smell is still there. he blinks once. twice. three times before he realizes that he cannot sense your presence in the room at all. your phone is gone, the lights are still off, and there is no sound whatsoever besides the sound of his own heavy breathing.

you're gone and nanami doesn't know what to do. he needs you but he can't find you. so he panics. why can't he think about anything but the way his hand feels around his cock. he knows he should be worried about where you are but god, he can't get himself to stop. nanami throws his head back onto the pillow and lets out a sigh. he already feels overstimulated but the way his cock pulses in his fists makes him softly call out your name. nanami never knew touching himself would feel this good. nanami doesn't realize it but his hips are starting to meet his hand movements, thrusting into the air to feel something more.

nanami feels good but you're gone. wait, you're gone. where are you? nanami thinks. but oh, if you were here, the way you would run your hand down his chest, hands avoiding the one place he needs you the most. your hands are very pretty, well, at least to him. the way they look when they are wrapped around his hard-on and oh god, the way they know the most perfect ways to stroke him. nanami doesn't realize it but his hands start to replicate the same motions yours did. well, at least tried to. oh how nanami wishes you were here. he calls out your name once more, but it was more of a whimper. he's ashamed and he knows it but nanami can't help but let out more moans of your name. nanami wants- no, he needs you, but you're gone.

his blonde hair begins to stick to his forehead, ruffled and messy, nanami runs his hand through his hair. if you were here, you would brush the stray strands of hair from out his face and kiss him. nanami needs your touch. he needs your hands on him. he thinks that if he goes one more minute without you, he's going to go crazy. maybe, he already has and that's why he's touching himself. maybe this is all a dream. but once, you stick your head through the bedroom door and smile at him, he knows that he can put an end to this nightmare.

nanami feels good and you're here.

"kento?" you question loudly enough for him to hear, but from the lack of response, you think that maybe you never said it at all. you slowly approach him in hopes that you won't startle him. but to nanami, he stares at you in shame. you're here and nanami doesn't know what to do. "can you tell me what you are thinking about?" you question once more. one part of you is happy that you caught nanami in such a moment and the other part of you wished that you had just stayed silent and watched him. cause, now to your knowledge, nanami kento does touch himself.

nanami comes to halt when he feels you put your weight onto the bed. you're here and he can't formulate any thoughts. "keep touching yourself, pretty boy." you're here and nanami does exactly what you say. he feels so ashamed yet the hand on his dick continues the abusing pace he had before. "slow down. slower. that's a good boy." you compliment the blonde man. nanami's breathing quickened and he couldn't tell if the world was spinning or if it was just him. it was so unlike him for him to be in this situation yet with the way you're gazing at him with the most adoring eyes, guiding him so perfectly, it felt like this wasn't first time he's done this. nanami has self-restraint, plently of it in fact, but around you he cant seem to help himself. so he tries to subtly change the pace he's stroking himself without you noticing. he needs to cum, he needs it so badly, but why aren't you helping him?

nanami seems to let go of the somewhat dignity he has left in him and starts whimpering for you. he's whining, he needs your touch but you wont give it to him. "my prince, i won't let you cum until you tell me what you were thinking about. so don't let me ask again, what were you thinking about in your pretty little head?" nanami mentally curses at himself because how did he let himself get in this situation. "you were gone and..." nanami trailed off. but you were gone before and nanami never dared to touch himself then, so why was he now. all nanami knew was that you were gone and he started to touch himself. it was confusing but with those four words he said, you understood it all. "you can cum now darling." you said, smiling with prettiest smile there was to him. nanami softly cried out your name as he let himself go, cum shooting out his tip, his hips jerking off of the bed, and his hand coming to a halt.

"did it feel good, my love?" you chuckled ever so softly as you witnessed nanami come down from his high. nanami only nodded, it was so unlike him to be left speechless but no words could describe how nanami felt right now. "you did well, kento. im proud of you." you kissed his lips lightly before brushing his hair out of his face.

nanami kento does touch himself. well, now you know.

[roseestuosity]

a/n: that one massage p0rn is still on my mind… just need big beefy samu to rail me rn i need this to happen to me :((

masseuse!osamu would be such a menace when you book a session for your back pains you’ve been experiencing for weeks. as any other spa, for a full body massage, you’d have to strip down to your underwear, leaving a small towel to cover your chest. he’d take advantage of your nativity, resting his hand a little too low on your back and ‘accidentally’ brush against your side boobs, until he couldn’t wait any longer and boldly fondles them, ignoring your gasps of protest. even then, he’d make excuses like he knows what he’s doing and he knows this better than you do.

“it’s for better circulation,” osamu would reassure you with a benign smile, “you’re too tense. this will relax your body.”

it’s not like you could argue with that. he’s a masseuse, of course he’s more knowledgeable about this. he could bullshit his way through the whole session and you wouldn’t bat an eye. and so the explanations would gradually become more and more exaggerated.

“this is a whole body massage,” he’d casually remind you as his hands find solace between your soft, pillowy thighs, “i need to reach deeper places. there is no need to worry because i can assure you… everyone does this.”

once osamu has you docile and pliant on the palm on his hand, he’d spread your legs wide, cock jumping in his pants when he sees the wet patch on your panties. his thick fingers slip so easily into your spongy hole, sinking knuckles deep before swirling it in circles, ‘massaging’ your insides like the professional that he is.

but surely, you can easily forget about how wrong this is when he’s praising you with “you’re responding so well. that’s my good girl.”

yet, all hell breaks loose when you squirt right onto his palm, dripping down his forearm like syrup, breaths coming in short and ragged.

he is delirious. drunk on the smell of your intoxicating juices. he would not hesitate to drive his dick into your sopping cunt, hitting all the right places that has you spasming, eyes rolling to the back of your head. and when he spurts a thick load into you, you’d know all too well you made the right decision choosing this spa.

[roseestuosity]

idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.

[roseestuosity]

Got me my own kuroo

kuroo loves to sleep with his face smushed in the crook of your neck.

it doesn’t start off this way though. he always insists on having you tucked in his arms when you guys first lay down for bed. but sometime during the night, it all shifts.

in the morning you find his wild hair tickling your face, his arms securely wrapped around your waist with his head burrowing into the juncture between your collarbone and throat — his soft snores filling your ears.

when he wakes, he can’t help but lazily smile against your skin, placing sloppy kisses against it as he makes his way up to face you, rasping out the gentlest “good morning sweetheart.”

[roseestuosity]

THE MEETING

⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : coworker!kuroo

⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : suggestive, kuroo’s being a perv

he watches as your bare thigh crosses over your other. the motion felt drawn out, capturing his full attention, sucking him in and setting every single one of his nerves on fire. he knows he’s supposed to be listening to whatever the boss was saying - it was a somewhat important meeting after all.

but god damn, that dress.

it was unfair, actually. how could he focus on the meeting when you were sitting there, totally unaware that he was fighting off every perverted thought that flooded his brain. it was taking all his strength to keep them at bay and try to focus on whatever the meeting was about.

but he was a weak man. rather, he was only weak for you — his cute, little coworker. the one he’s been annoying for weeks now to try and gain even a small ounce of your attention, whatever he could get his hands on. and god, did he want his hands on you, exploring every inch of you, as much as you would let him.

you were just too much fun to mess around with, cracking jokes and what not. seeing you flustered like that quickly turned into an addiction, one he needed to constantly feed into.

had you caught on? was this on purpose? some sort of retaliation? and why did that only excite him more?

he shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself and pray no one was keeping a close eye on him. but judging by the smirk that graced your sweet lips, he knows you know. and he knows that it’s only a matter of time as he now shamelessly watches you stretch, tossing him a quick wink as your dress hikes up further along your thigh.

you were going to be the death of him, he thinks as his fist clenched firmly against the side of his slacks, and he had never been more eager to kneel before an angel.

[roseestuosity]

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

[roseestuosity]

Me w my sweatshirts

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

[roseestuosity]

"i could pick you up so easily" okay and i could make you moan like a girl

[roseestuosity]

COCKWARMING SAKUSA KIYOOMI — mdni

summary: sakusa is very good at maintaining his own hair, and he made sure you did too. though, forcing you to sit on his cock to keep you still wasn’t exactly his original plan.

cw: cockwarming, smut, no protection, afab!reader

HQ MASTERLIST

“sit still.”

sakusa pulled the brush against your knotted hair. the hair you neglected to maintain this morning when you had awoken a bit too late. the alarms you set to prevent you from oversleeping did anything but, and now you were facing the consequences.

no matter how numb your scalp felt from years of rough brushing each morning before school, sakusa never failed to make your head tender as his hands yanked through the clusters of hair.

he wasn’t a big fan of detangling sprays, claiming they made his hair sticky. so, being completely submissive under the curly haired mans normal routine, his hands carded against your head with his favorite coconut conditioner.

yelping against his abusive pull, his hands settled on your hips in annoyance, a tsk being heard behind your ear as he held you still.

“i said,” his voice was low against your skin, breath hot from pure irritation in your lack of cooperation, “sit still.”

your neediness was evident as you clenched against his cock as he continued to brush against the soothing product, your breathing became heavy as you subconsciously spread your legs against his, allowing him to sit even deeper within you.

“f…fuck, kiyo.”

anger seeped through him as you laid your head back onto his shoulder, slightly wetting his shirt and ruining the perfect angle he spent so long working on. but, the look in your eyes tugged his heart ever so slightly — to no avail.

if anyone knew sakusa the most, it was you. he only hated one more thing more than his bleached teammate; and that was leaving things unfinished.

“fucking brat,” his hips slammed upwards against yours, pushing you back into the place you were at moments prior, “do you think i’m done?”

the friction forced a cry from your lips at the small amount of pleasure, yearning for more as you tightened around him with impatience.

“i promise to be good.”

“if you were good,” his hands found their way back into your hair with the brush, tugging and surfacing each area with completion, “you wouldn’t be here in the first place, now would you?”

though sakusa wasn’t as hard as he lead on, and the soft roll of his hips proved that. the brush abandoned as he massaged your scalp with his fingers, letting you softly forget about the harsh pulls.

a soft moan left your lips at the sensation, his new grip against you neck pulled you back gently as the other travelled down to your sensitive bud. twitching in satisfaction at his knowledgeable swirls, his fingers played with you perfectly as if he was an expert; a professional when it came to your body, because just as you knew sakusa best, he knew you as well.

the rude words he once spewed from behind being long abandoned within your mind as he did nothing but tend to you; please you. your walls tightening around his cock was his favorite way to make love to you, letting you release against him while he watched you become so vulnerable.

because vulnerability was something he took much pride in. something he never expected to receive, or to give someone else — but it wasn’t the case when he had met you — and now something he once feared, is something he treasures the most. whether it was your hair or your needs, he would be there.

his lips were softly planted agains the crook of your neck, lightly sucking just to watch the roll of your eyes, “i love you, kiyo.”

your words weren’t taken lightly, the sentimental thoughts already corrupting his mind making him grow desperate. as if you had unleashed a beast, the pushing of his thighs became more sloppy as you swallowed him so easily. the lewd noises were music to his ears as your groans accompanied them. his name broken into pieces rolling off your tongue as if you were chanting, and he grew hungry for more; hungry for more of you.

the bruising grip against your thighs returned once more as he became brutal. the deep and sensitive spots being hit beautifully, and involuntary noises began to leave him as you continued to squeeze against his length.

“i love you,” he breathed against your neck, his eyes peering down to capture any glimpse of his cock vanishing within your folds, “i love you so much.”

his hips continued to snap against your sweet spot as you released onto him, the immeasurable feeling of your orgasm was breathtaking as he swore his nails were digging into you, marking his territory to your liking.

his vision went white as an animalistic growl left his lips when he peaked, the scent of you invading his nose fulfilling his needs completely. watching his neck collapse against your shoulder, you continued to tighten against his hard, milking him completely with each whine that left his lips from sensitivity.

he felt sweat trickle down the side of his face, and this was the one time he wasn’t necessarily against it. your hair leaving a wet spot against his shoulder but all in good nature, because he’d sacrifice anything to watch your legs shake against his as he was still nurtured inside you.

“you treat me so well,” he whispered, “i don’t deserve it.”

his small words of approval warmed your cheeks as he kissed softly against the dark bites he unknowingly left against your shoulder. his hands softly caressing your opened thighs and ignoring his seed dirtying the seat as it dripped from your legs.

“i’m sorry.”

he watched you with concern, the giggle leaving your lips reassuring him slightly, “what for, my love?”

without saying another word, you brought one of his hands to the back of your head. the movement against his shoulder as he fucked you had caused another knot, ruining his work from the very beginning.

“oh,” he chuckled slightly, kissing your temple softly before grabbing the brush once again, “stay still this time, or else a round two is due.”

hq nsfw tags; hey babies !! @tojitsukaisen @butterscotch-ripple-icecream @pikane @blkladyelle @hyeque @diluvey @crescentkaze @dilucsbby @hoperenae @winxcunt @izu-fi @erintaro @skomiomi @snowcoveredkiss

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LMAOOOOOO

hate sex with miya osamu — mdni

prompt: you hate miya osamu, and he will do anything to make you change your mind. whether it’s with his charm, with his food, or with his cock.

cw; smut [mdni], afab!reader, 1.2k, unedited (forever tbh)

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many people loved miya osamu.

they loved his mellow personality, the way his chest formed within his tight shirt, but mostly his food. if you were to ask any of his regulars, or close friends, they’d all agree. he was a thoughtful, intelligent man.

you however, disagreed.

because miya osamu didn’t charm you with his fake smile whenever you had passed each other, and sometimes you wondered if you preferred the presence of his twin more. in fact, it was a no-brainer for you. he was a performative asshole, and nobody could change your mind.

not the beautifully made onigiri, or the snarky comments that fit anyones humor. not his small glances full of lust, or the soft touches against your arm. you despised him, and he knew that.

and maybe that’s why he was so set on winning you over, but it was to no avail. because whenever he tried to give you a look to have that spark of connection through eye contact, or when he made a small joke he knew you would find funny just to hear you laugh, you never gave in.

so, osamu knew you hated him, and naturally, he hated you too.

and with hatred, comes intense feelings. soon enough, it wasn’t just ignoring each other that fueled the nasty taste he left in your mouth, because eventually you’d become vocal with your venom laced words. it wasn’t planned, it was purely his fault for provoking you — and you were determined to finish what he had started.

“incompetent bitch” his words struck you as you were walking past, the turn of your heel was almost immediate.

“incompetent?” your words came out smooth, “that’s actually the exact words your ex-girlfriend used when describing you in bed.”

of course you didn’t know his ex, but it was a small town and for a second he actually believed you. with a villainous chuckle before walking away, it was clear it wasn’t true. but, he couldn’t help but smirk at your feisty comeback.

see, miya osamu originally wanted to win you over because he couldn’t help but feel smitten by the way you smiled or laughed at anything said that wasn’t from him, but now he wanted nothing more than to make you eat your own words.

as much as you wanted to avoid the man, you couldn’t. living right next to his only shop made it inevitable, but the more you passed his door watching his gaze against your body or the way he’d subtly lick his lips, part of you didn’t want to try to avoid him at all.

but, you hated miya osamu. and he hated you.

you hated him so much that you decided to visit his store one day, only to ask him his suggestions, and to order something else. his facials irked, a vein popping against his forehead as he maintained his service voice, proceeding to tell you the total.

however, you never planned on actually buying the food, just to waste his time.

“oh, i must have forgotten my card! sorry, nevermind!” wearing a plastic smile, you watched successfully as his lips grew larger in irritation.

turning around with a shit-eating grin, you had won. there was no way for him to be able to top it, and the unexplained rivalry had hit its peak. but you had spoken too soon as his grip held your wrist, pulling you back roughly and against his chest. he hadn’t planned for you to fall into him, but unlike you, he wasn’t complaining.

“wait—” you crashed into him, his face held a new mischievous look, “miya, let go.”

“i know another way you could pay.”

and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. if you had known walking in to tease the man would end up with him ushering you into his office to put you face first on his desk, you may have through this more through.

his hand carded through your hair, kissing you sloppily from behind against your neck as if you were his next meal. groping your tits with the other as you grind up against him, buckling at the way his deep moan was played perfectly against your ear.

it was spontaneous as moments prior he locked the front door, flipping the open sign to closed, yet seemed planned. his hard grew against you as he fumbled with your pants, smacking loudly against your tender skin the moment they were discarded.

the sight of your ass, so submissive as you both ignored each other’s faces, had him palming himself through his pants. the belt he wore thrown onto the floor immediately, his words coming out with a huff, “i fucking hate you, yeah?”

“prove it.”

the fire in his abdomen grew as you peered over his shoulder, silently telling him to hurry up with your gaze. he softly chuckled, rubbing your inner thigh while his fingers grazed your clit. a small whine left your lips as your knees felt weak against his touch, the staining of the cloth becoming evident.

he pushed them aside as his hand began to fuck you, your walls tightening against him with a soft cry.

“already so wet,” he mumbled as he licked his fingers, “pretty impatient for a dick you find incompetent.”

removing his cock fully, his hand played with his shaft as he continued to admire the show. placing the tip against your folds, he let out a groan, “fuck, baby,”

his hands gripped your hips tightly, surely enough to leave a bruise, as he watched his length disappear in you with each thrust.

you held your mouth to suppress your gasps that would only feed his ego, but the arch of your back told him enough. twitching inside you, his hips rocked back and forth, moving the table entirely. he pulled your hair, purring in your neck as he left small kisses, giving nothing but mixed signals as he fucked you from behind.

“just like that,” he whispered as you lifted a leg onto the desk, giving him more room, “good girl.”

his finger played with your clit as you folded into him, making circles at just the right pace to build up your orgasm as he continuously hit your sweet spot with his hard.

“you’re pathetic.”

your words gained a raspy laugh on his end, the roughness of his hand increasing to please you. his body against yours filled you with intense pleasure as your eyes rolling back, your walls contracting against him, gushing all your beautiful liquids onto him.

the spasm had him jerking harder in you, one last thrust before letting you milk him completely. breathy words of affirmation were said as you closed your eyes, relaxing against his hold that now wrapped around your waist. his vision blurred as he held you tight, kissing against you as he rested sensitive in your cunt.

many people loved miya osamu, and as his cock found home in you, you still couldn’t help but wonder why exactly everyone was so fond of him. his brother was cuter and his food was mediocre; but his hold was loving, his lips were soft, and his words were addictive, as if he had been planning this moment since the very beginning. and maybe you were subconsciously all along too, but you hated him, and he hated you.

your eyes met, he was longing for confirmation. with an infatuated stare, you placed your head against his.

“i’ve had better.”