#Maternity Dress Pants

[marionmaternityblog]

Embrace Maternity in Style with Our Premium Maternity Dress Pants for the Workplace

Embrace maternity in style with our premium maternity dress pants for the workplace. Experience comfort, versatility, and a polished look throughout your pregnancy. Shop now and elevate your professional maternity wardrobe.

Shop today:- maternity dress pants

[teaboot]

As someone in and around their 30’s it has been INSANE to see feminism in popular media descend through

Women can wear pants and play sports and that’s equality. Women don’t just belong inside the house. This woman has a career

This woman can be a mechanic just like a man could. She’s probably still a lesbian, though, which is basically the closest to a man a woman can *be*, and explains everything. But she’s still a person!

If a woman superhero CHOOSES to wear stilettos to fight crime, that’s girl power! This comic character written and designed by men wears a bikini and has a waist size of 12 inches because it makes her FEEL POWERFUL! Girls don’t HAVE to dress boyish to be strong! She can make you a sandwich AND be a feminist! Girl power!

What, are you saying women HAVE to do boy things to be taken seriously? Who are you to tell a woman what to do? Maybe some women NEED to get their hair and nails done twice a month to feel powerful! Maybe a lot of women WANT to be stay-at-home moms!

What I don’t think you understand is that women have an inherent feminine spirituality which guides them towards maternal and nurturing paths. Women need to honour their divine female aura to keep their. Their fuckin. Their chakras together or some shit. You should put quartz up your hooha and huff wheatgrass. Leaving manual labour and science and technology to men is natural and good for you spiritually

Uh she can’t do that, that’s a blue job, she’s a pink job girly. Food? Yeah, she’s having #girl dinner, which is a handful of almonds. Time for our 15 step skincare routine, which is empowering. Hashtag #girlboss. Ew no, touching dirt? She’s just a girl. You can’t expect a girl to do that. Haha #girl logic

[houseoffett]

Fashion Forward: The Hottest Summer Looks from House of Fett

"Fashion Forward: The Hottest Summer Looks from houseoffett.com" is a vibrant collection that epitomizes summer style. From stylish dresses to co-ord sets, gowns to jumpsuits, and tunics to tops & pants, this range caters to every occasion. Whether you seek resort wear, partywear, or casual comfort, House of Fett delivers. The color palette is diverse, featuring neutrals, brights, whites, and pastels. Standout pieces like the 'Lunar Rise' and 'Neo-Sage Dress' evoke a Mediterranean escape, while the 'Summer Postcard SS24' collection exudes a carefree vibe. With options for plus size and maternity wear, House of Fett stays at the forefront of the latest fashion trends. Embrace travel wear, party dresses, and cotton comfort in this versatile and chic summer lineup.

[earthsbestdefnder]

I miss wearing pants

[meochicc]

- 4t3 EP17 Life & Death Womenswear conversions -

I edited some meshes and textures to align better with my personal taste, so just a heads up some items might not be exact conversions~

All credits go to EA - These are not my meshes nor my textures!

LAYERED OVERALLS

YA - AF

5.3k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

KEYHOLE BLOUSE

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

DRESS SHIRT

YA - AF

5k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Sleepwear, Not valid for random

RUFFLED DRESS

YA - AF

6.6k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

RIPPED SHIRT

YA - AF

3.4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Sleepwear, Athletic, Career, Maternity, Not valid for random

LOOSE VEST

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

BISHOP SLEEVE BLOUSE

YA - AF

4.2k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

BUTTON UP CORSET

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

WITCH BRIM

TU - EU (rings)

1.2k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Hat slider compatible

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Maternity,Not valid for random

BELTED SLACKS

YA - AF

1k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

MULTI BUTTON JEANS

YA - AF

1k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

TIGHT PANTS

YA - AF

1.3k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

Notes

Witch Brim is hat slider compatible

If you would like to support my conversions, consider donating me a tip on Ko-Fi!

|| DOWNLOAD - SFS or Patreon ||

|| Shoes from the same set can be found here ||

Edit Feb 07 '25: The Witch Brim is now enabled for male sims.

[luveline]

grumpy hotch x pregnant reader where he is just having an off day and the team calls reader in to deal with him and as soon she arrives in his office he just holds her and her belly as she scratches his scalp omg 🥹😭🫶🏻

You’re lounging in your husband's favourite chair with a book and an ice cold soda in your hand when your phone rings. You almost knock your tooth out pulling it up to your face without looking, wanting it to be Aaron, knowing it probably won’t be. Maternity leave can be excruciatingly boring. 

“Hello?” you ask. Your book slides down your bump. You pull it back up. 

“Hi, mom.”  

You grin to yourself. “Hi, Emily. Please tell me you’re calling because you miss me and you know I have cabin fever.” 

“I’m calling because someone misses you.” Her ire tone is unmissable and ever endearing. “I do miss you, I can’t wait for you to have your stinking baby and come back to work.” 

“That would be fun, right? We’ll get Hotch on paternity leave.” 

“It’s him I’m calling about.” 

“Is he okay?” you ask. You know if he were injured she would’ve mentioned that first. You’re not so scared of his being grumpy. 

“Moody as ever. I can’t believe I’m asking you to, but would you consider coming in for lunch? I’ll send a car, no walking, but he could really use it. He’s been biting off heads all morning.” Emily laughs down the line. “You’re the only one who can cheer him up.” 

It’s not true, but you are usually the quickest. You bid Emily goodbye with a promise to be there soon and get dressed, with no choice but to wear some maternity pants and a peplum blouse. Any excuse to see your haggard husband is one you’ll take. 

You look at your bump and you love the baby in there, but it feels weird sometimes to see yourself differently. If Aaron weren’t as nice about it as he is, you would’ve broken down by now; he’s sussed many breakdowns before they could begin, kissed fingertips and collars promising you’re just as pretty as always. And it’s reassuring, but it isn’t pretty that worries you. You’re a genuine walking beach ball right now. 

The car Emily promises is none other than Anderson himself. “He’s bullying you?” you ask him. 

He doesn’t say yes or no, but his smile is enough of a clue. You can’t get to the BAU quick enough (though you’re slower these days), pushing open the glass door with a tired sign. 

Spencer comes across you first by coincidence. “Hey!” he says, ushering you in for a hug, his cup of coffee hot behind your shoulder. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” 

“He’s in a mood,” you say. Not without fondness. 

Spencer grimaces. “Sort of.” 

Emily attacks you from the side. “Thank god you’re here! I think he just told Morgan to go fuck himself,” she says under her breath. 

She’s just saying it to make you laugh, and it works. It’s vaguely out of character, but if you know Emily, you know she has a crass, often dirty-minded side, and it’s been a while since you’ve heard her swear. You’re still giggling when the door you’d been making your way to opens. 

Aaron emerges with an expression half bemusement and half confusion. “Honey?” 

“My love,” you say, too quiet for him to properly hear, but he can read lips just fine. 

He rushes in a very gentlemanly display down the steps to help you up them, but you’d only been going up them to see him, and you stop at the foot of them with your hand raised to his elbow. “Hey, handsome.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“Nothing. Just missed you, wanted to have dinner, and I figured you couldn’t say no. You know.” You touch your tummy. “Considering.” 

He peers suspiciously past your head. “Yeah?” 

You look where he’s looking, find Emily and Spencer not so subtly turned away. You laugh again, pleased when the sound makes him smile. “Come on. Take me to your office.” 

He puts a hand behind your shoulders and leads you upstairs to his office. There are papers strewn haphazard across the front of the desk, his briefcase open and muddled, his pen lost within the mess. You’re smug knowing he’d been knee deep in paperwork but abandoned it all when he heard you laughing, like he just couldn’t miss it. 

“Let me sit you down,” he says. 

“Woah, slow your roll. Why are you stressed?” 

He blinks at you. “There’s a lot to do?” 

“Sure, but why are you stressed about me? I can sit down by myself.” 

He must look at you for five whole seconds without saying a word, and the door’s not closed, there’s no answer to your question, and then he takes you into his arms for a hug. “I know you can,” he says. 

It’s admittedly hard to hug him with the bump between you. You worry you’re hurting him as your cheeks press together, crushing his shoulders under your hands. 

He usually asks first, but he knows by now that you’re two halves of the same heart, two sides of the same coin, his hand slipping between you both to nudge aside your shirt and feel your stomach. 

You close your eyes. 

“Rough day?” you ask. 

“A lot to do…” His face moves down into your neck. 

You know what he wants, moving your hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers into his hair. “I can fix it,” you say sympathetically, beginning a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp. 

“How’s that?” 

“If I go into labour right now, you get a reprieve.” 

“Honey, in the most loving sense possible, you going into labour now would not be ideal.” 

“It’s gonna happen one day, babe. And you’re gonna be just as busy then. You need to take less on or–”

“No, I know.” 

His hand slides still under your shirt to your hip, encouraging you away from him, his eyes flitting up and down your figure, checking you over. You let your hand fall to his shoulder, fingertips interested in the starchy fabric of a new suit. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly, dipping down to give you a kiss. His eyes are dark, so close. “That helped. What can I get you for dinner?” 

You give a fond, pitying smile. You’re not gonna get him out of this office today, that’s for sure. “Half your sandwich, probably.” 

He kisses you again. You take it for a thank you. 

[elitisim]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS, DAY 9: 9 LADIES DANCING! ₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Day 9's gift of [ELITISIM'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS ADVENT EXTRAVAGANZA!] is an act of charity. I'm making a much-needed contribution to the most underrepresented group in the entire sims custom content community: the poor, neglected, young adult females 😔. As always, the numbers are suggestions, not rules, so today you're getting WAYY more than 9 items for ladies because I have a shit ton of stuff just kicking around on my computer, collecting dust. Like, I think I converted one of these skirts during lockdown, it's that old.

INFORMATION!

None of this is my original work! All mesh and texture credit goes to the original creators: @astya96cc, @backtrackcc, @darte77, @dorificsims, @gorillax3-cc, @jius-sims, @korkassims, @mysteriousoo, and @newen092!

17 items for YA-A Females ONLY!

Everything has custom thumbnails, Lods and Morphs

Static preview pictures, and download links for everything is under the cut.

I'm doing shorter item descriptions than usual under the cut for the sake of brevity and my own sanity.

everything has all LODS and morphs

enabled for maternity, disabled for random.

WARNING: The Polycount for some of this stuff is HIGH. Please reference the list under the cut before downloading!

[DOWNLOAD MERGED]

[DOWNLOAD UNMERGED]

[PICK AND CHOOSE]

@astya96cc: Chloe Jacket// 5.9k Poly //4 Channels //[Download Here] @astya96cc: Chloe Off Shoulder Top//5.5k Poly // 4 Channels // [Download] @backtrack-cc: Becky Tied Crop // 6.2k Poly //4 Channels //[Download Here]

@backtrack-cc: Lynn Sweat Pants// 8.3k Poly //4 Channels //[Download Here] @backtrack-cc: Twill Skirt // 7.2k polys// 4 channels// [Download Here] @darte77: Double Long Breast Long Coat/ 11.3k Poly //4 Channels// [Download]

@dorificsims: Oversized Denim Pants // 6.2k Poly //4 Channels //[Download] @gorillax3-cc: Belted Basic Skirt // 5.2k polys// 4 channels// [Download Here] @gorillax3-cc Belted Wrap Dress/ 10.8k Poly //4 Channels// [Download Here]

@gorillax3-cc: Preppy Cardigan // 7.8k polys// 4 channels// [Download Here] @gorillax3-cc Cardigan w/ Turtleneck//10.8k Poly //4 Channels// [Download] @gorillax3-cc: Belted Sweater Dress// 9.3k polys// 4 channels// 2 textures// [Download]

@jius-sims: Sneaker Boots// 7.1k polys// 4 channels// [Download Here] @jius-sims: Platform Mid Calf Boots// 8.8k polys// 4 channels// [Download] @korkassims: Witch Top// 5.3k poly//4 channels// [Download]

@Mysteriousoo: Bustier with lace//4.8k poly// 4 channels// [Download] @newen092: Short Coat 02// 9.8k pol// 4 channels// [Download]

[mypoisonedvine]

A tommy idea: he hires us to help take care of his kids when they’re home but he soon realizes that he likes us more and more seeing how maternal we are with them. He’s constantly checking us out, when we bend over he’s always accidentally bedons us, good girl girl and praising us for doing well taking care of them, and the idea of us carrying his next baby also turns him on so much

oh my goddddd!! this turned out pretty short cause I wrote it in my car on break from work 😭 but I just had to do this concept pronto

warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, slightly dubious consent (tommy is a little... pushy), age gap (not specified, everybody's grown), breeding kink

You were bouncing the little one on your hip when he came in; you gestured to the older child, already asleep, as a reminder to Thomas to speak softly so she wouldn't wake.

He approached you slowly, waving a quick hello to the baby but otherwise just watching him slowly shut his eyes as he drifted off.

"The children adore you," he noticed, smiling proudly, "as do I."

"I adore them," you returned, "and I'm... thankful you hired me to care for them."

You felt his gaze on you as you gently laid the baby in his crib, feeling a little strange about him standing so close behind you while you were bent over. "Don't you ever want any of your own?" he asked, lowering his voice a bit. "You'd make a lovely mother..."

He trailed off for a moment, his fingers brushing over your back through your dress, making your breath catch.

"...and such a sweet little wife, too," he added with a slow breath. You shuddered, turning to face him and completely intending to tell him how inappropriate this was, but the look in his eyes shut you up in a second.

"M-Mr. Shelby..." you mumbled, blinking up at him as he stepped closer again, nearly pressing his body to yours-- you tried to step back but only found yourself pressed against the crib.

"Well?" he pressed. "Don't you want children?"

"M-maybe someday," you answered nervously, struggling to keep your attention on the conversation when he rubbed your arm through your sleeve. "But I think I'm still too young--"

He knit his brows together, shaking his head. "Oh, no-- you're the perfect age for it, darling..."

You swallowed thickly, his fingers running gently over your jaw and lifting your chin so he could get a better look at your nervous, confused expression.

"You should have one," he decided suddenly, "and I should have another."

You opened your mouth to disagree, but nothing really came out... instead, he just pulled you into a kiss: slow, gentle, patient. You knew Tommy could be a volatile man, even violent, but you'd never known he could be so tender.

Of course, it didn't last long. He was anything but slow or gentle or patient when he had you in his bedroom, pressed up against the wall as he drove into you mercilessly, holding your legs open as he grunted with each rough thrust into your heat. "Good girl," he growled as your head fell back with a sigh of pleasure, "look how well you take it. I knew you needed a baby in you, darling-- as soon as I saw you, I knew. This body of yours just begging to be bred..."

You whined and bit your lip, but a hard thrust that went just a bit too deep made you yelp loudly-- and his hand quickly snapped over your mouth, muffling your noises as he panted in your ear.

"Shh, not so loud," he warned, "you don't want to wake the baby..."

[marionmaternityblog]

5 Tips for Finding the Perfect Pair of Maternity Bottoms

Also, look for something chic in its own way, and one can wear it in a professional setting as well. For example, maternity dress pants are an option for all pregnant women as they are stylish and slim fitting. You can pair them with different uppers like a shirt, top, or something you prefer to wear.

Read more:- https://cambsridgeport.com/5-tips-for-finding-the-perfect-pair-of-maternity-bottoms.html

[rafeandonlyrafe]

my aphrodite

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, husband!rafe, pregnant!reader, pregnancy sex but not really pregnancy kink, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, brief mentions of issues with pregnancy (just at the very beginning, its rafes anxiety)

“oh thank god you're home.” you rush up to rafe the second the front door shuts behind him.

“what's wrong?” rafe asks, eyes widening, thoughts immediately shifting to what could possibly be the problem. “is it the baby? are you bleeding?” 

rafe reaches for your stomach, looking over your body.

“god, nothing like that.” you shake your head. “the baby is fine im not fine though.” before rafe can interrupt you, you quickly continue. “im so horny, babe. like so fucking horny. my hormones are- god, like im already wet just from seeing you i need you to fuck me.”

“jesus.” rafe presses a hand against his chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating. “yeah, of course, let's go upstairs.”

“too far.” you grasp rafes hand, tugging him into the kitchen. you lean over the counter and flip up the bottom of your maternity dress, showing off your already bare and wet pussy.

“jesus.” rafe says again, this time his tone light as he laughs. “you really are needy.”

“do something. do something, im going crazy.” you plead, arms resting on the countertop.

your head drops to the cold marble as rafe gets down on his knees behind you, pressing his face between the opening of your thighs.

“oh, fuck.” you moan out as rafes mouth meets your pussy, smearing your juices across his chin as he eats you out.

what you can't see is rafe pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking himself to hardness just from your taste on his tongue.

rafe turns his attention to your clit, teasingly running the tip of his tongue around it in wide circles before closing in, pressing kisses to your most sensitive part.

“more.” you beg, and rafe is quick to listen as he sucks your clit into his mouth, both hands coming to hold your thighs now that he's sufficiently hard.

you let out a satisfied moan, glad to finally have rafes attention where youve been craving it all day, but it isn't what you truly want.

“fuck me. need your cock, rafey. need it so bad. want you to put another baby in me.” you whine out, knowing while it may not be possible, you need to be filled with him in every way possible.

rafe stands quickly, scrambling to his feet as he pushes his cock into you, moaning when he sinks into your wetness, soft and open for him as he immediately begins to push his hips forward into you.

“god, finally.” you squeal.

“next time just call me, ill come home from work to fuck you.” rafe laughs, watching the way your hands are gripping the marble, trying to find something to hold but only finding the smooth surface.

“maybe ill just tell the secretary im bringing you in lunch and you can fuck me in your office.” you laugh airly.

“except we both know you can't be quiet.” rafe grunts as he speeds his hips up to keep you satisfied.

“mhm exactly.” you smile, looking back over your shoulder at rafe. “remind everyone in your office that you're mine.”

rafe just nods. he knows no one has forgotten, not when you come in every other day to drop him off lunch, telling him how bored you are when he's not home and how much you desperately miss him.

you keep your head turned as rafe unbuttons his shirt, his hips still pushing forward as he lets the fabric fall from his shoulders, revealing his sculpted torso.

“you're like a damn greek god.” you moan out, finding your husband even more attractive now that you're pregnant with his baby, something you didn't even realize was possible.

“then you're my aphrodite.” rafe bends over your back, pressing a kiss to your lips that you graciously accept.

you let out a whine when he pulls away, only for rafe to quickly maneuver you, flipping you over and picking you up so you're sat on the countertop.

“need to keep kissing you.” rafe says, grabbing his cock and realigning himself with your pussy as his mouth dominates yours.

“god, yes.” you whine, pressing yourself as close to rafe as you can with your pregnant belly, hips at the very edge of the marble slab.

rafe takes over your entire body, pushing into your pussy while his mouth leaves you with no other room to think about anything other than him.

“i love you baby.” rafe moans, barely pulling his mouth away to talk. “you're so beautiful.”

“cum in me.” you whine. “please, need it.”

“yeah, i got you.” rafe grunts, putting all his focus into pressing inside of you, determined to make you cum.

he sighs with relief when he feels you squeeze around him, your pussy clenching as your high hits, entire body shuddering with pleasure as rafe allows the wall to fall as he moans out your name and cums inside of you.

“fuck! baby!” rafe shouts, pushing as deep inside of you as he can, it's not like he needs to worry about getting you pregnant when you're already filled with his baby.

“ah, shit.” you whine, laying back against the countertop, splayed out, maternity dress still pushes up, showing off your belly and dripping pussy as rafe carefully pulls out.

“come on, let's get you in the bath.” rafe scoops you up in his arms, biceps bulging as he carries you up the stairs.

“remember, no hot water.” you hum as rafe sets you down in the chair he dragged into the bathroom just for you, not wanting you to have to stand while doing your makeup or brushing your teeth.

“i know.” rafe laughs softly, having learned everything about pregnancy in order to help you. he leans down over the chair, hands on either arm. “but thanks for the reminder, beautiful.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into another kiss. the bath will have to wait.

[rstarsims3]

TS3 - Golden Years (Elder F&M CAS set/ plus age conversions)

General details-CAS:

7 new meshes + 7 items converted from the sets: TS3 - Warm & Cozy - part 1 and part 2; JOY Set II ; Cara Coat (find the download links for the YA versions under Creator Notes below)

Original meshes by me;

Age: elder females & males;

Base Game compatible;

All LODs & Morphs;

Disabled for maternity & random;

1k & 2k textures;

Normal maps included;

Custom thumbnails for both Launcher and CAS;

sims3pack & package files;

Compressed;

Meshed with Blender, adapted to TS3 with Milkshape, Photoshop, Corel painter, TSRW.

► Belt Dress -EF

Poly: 4.5k

Outfits section;

3 presets, 3 recolorable channels;

Categories: Everyday; Formal.

►  Knit Sweater - EF

Poly: 3.4k;

Tops section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Jeans - EF

Poly: 0.9k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Pants - EF

Poly: 0.9k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Cardigan - EM

Poly: 3.7k;

Tops section;

3 presets, 2 recolorable channels;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Jeans - EM

Poly: 1.1k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Pants - EM

Poly: 1.1k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

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Creator Notes:

the female top and dress have black spots along the neckline in CAS, but look okay in game.

for the conversions part of this upload, you can download the YA versions by accessing the links below:

Warm & Cozy - part 1

Warm & Cozy - part 2

JOY Set II 

Cara Coat

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Download on PATREON (Early Access; public on December 16th, 2024)

Hope you enjoy them!

Thank you & Happy Simming!

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You can also support me on Ko-fi.

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Thank you to my supporters on Patreon & Ko-fi!

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TOU 🔊 Do not re-upload my creations. Do not claim as your own. Do not put them anywhere up for download and don’t add adfly to my links.

[houseoffett]

Coord Sets for Summer: The Ultimate Vacation Wardrobe

Explore the epitome of style and versatility with House of Fett's Coord Sets for Summer Party Dress, designed to be the ultimate vacation wardrobe. From maternity co ords sets to pink and beautiful co ord sets, find the perfect ensemble for any occasion. Whether it's a birthday celebration or a formal event, these coord sets offer a blend of elegance and comfort. Discover a variety of styles like the co ord set 3 piece, co ord set blue, and co ord set women ethnic, catering to diverse tastes. Elevate your look with ethnic and western options like co ord sets women party wear and co ord suit set womens. Embrace the convenience of pants top cord set dress and traditional coord sets while staying fashionable in two-piece dresses for ladies. Transition seamlessly from summer to winter with the ideal co ord sets for every season.

[bunny-jpeg]

a side of fries

toto wolff

tags: smut/fluff, food (mcdonalds), age gap (26/52), pregnancy, pregnant!reader, gentle sex, sweet & spicy fic, cowgirl position, domestic

it was ten at night on a friday. and most women your age were probably at a bar or some club, they were dancing the night away in uncomfortable heels and short dresses. the loud thump of the bass and the endless drinks.

you could even hear them walking and chatting past your apartment in monaco. but you weren't a club go-er, not since your met toto. and not since you got pregnant.

you were half of toto's age almost to a t, twenty six while he was fifty-two. you both made quite the pair, but you loved him so deeply. you loved in a way that you never felt for anyone else. he was unlike any other man you had ever met.

you actually were the girlfriend of a young engineer and at a race in your home country, you ran into and met toto. while it was an honour to meet someone like him. it wouldn't come till after you and your boyfriend broke up that toto would come back into your life.

"you don't have to." you played with the bracelet around your wrist as you stood outside the expensive restaurant in monaco. he flew you out for the weekend, he told you that he wanted you to go on a real date.

he simply held your lower back and smiled down at you, "i want to, you are not making me do anything i don't want to do, meine prinzessin." then leaned in a little, "may i kiss you?" and that was when you knew that you were in love with toto.

and in turn he loved you more than the stars that dotted the sky.

it was ten at night, toto had been busy in the home office with work for the next leg of the season. he only had a month with you before he was back in different parts of the world. thankfully, you were able to join him for the dutch and italian grand prix.

he was comfortable being on the couch next to you, you tucked into his side. you wore one of his quarter zip sweaters that was loose enough on you to be comfortable. toto had an arm around you while you watched a movie on the television. it wasn't anything too difficult, toto had mentioned earlier that day that he had never seen those "animated spiderman movies" when he caught you looking at baby onesies online. you had your eye on a little spiderman one.

now you were snuggled up as you watched spider-man: into the spider-verse. and while you loved the movie, there was something else on your mind. you leaned up and kissed your lover on the jaw.

"toto." you said softly.

"yes, liebste." he asked as he pulled you a little closer to kiss the top of your head. he then looked at your face and asked, "what are you thinking about?"

"i'm hungry." you rested your chin up against him. you looked at him, "i want mcdonalds."

toto made a slight face before he ran his fingers through your hair, "darling." he said, "you know that isn't healthy for you or the baby." you only pouted further.

"but me and the peanut want it."

toto chuckled, affected by your puppy-dog eyes. he was glad that he married his weak spot. he moved his hand to your middle and rubbed it, the rounded belly you had. he said, "my sweetheart, please. we have food at home."

you pouted, "please... please!"

before toto knew it, he had a pair of proper pants on and a cleaner t-shirt. you were in maternity shorts and one of his t-shirts. he had sneakers on while you were wearing flip flops. toto thought you were beautiful. you were his weakness, he hoped that you didn't make a habit of weaponizing your puppy-dog eyes to get junk food.

you both went down to the car and soon were headed towards the fast-food place. it was odd, in a city with so much food and culture. you wanted greasy fast food. his hand was on your thigh as he rubbed the partially exposed skin.

toto entered the restaurant with you, his hand on your lower back. you went to the self ordering station and he stayed close to you. you looked at him and asked, "do you want anything?"

he raised his eyebrows at you and you tilted your head towards the screen.

he chuckled, "i don't think it'll agree with my stomach at this age... and if you're getting a soft drink, please get something with no sugar. i don't need the doctor giving you or me a hard time because of your sweet tooth."

you ordered a cheeseburger, a large (diet) coke, and a side of fries. you could already taste the grease on your tongue. toto thought it was adorable, how excited you were. how excited you were.

he remained close to you, a protective hand at your waist as you both waited for your food. he looked down at you and asked, "are you alright, liebste?"

you nodded and replied in what little german you knew, "mir geht es großartig." you stumbled over the last part a little and toto beamed at you. obviously the child you were having together was going to be multi-lingual but you didn't want to miss out on their conversations in german. so you've been trying to learn.

he rubbed your back a little bit and you had a hand at your swollen middle. your number was soon called and you got closer to the counter with toto close behind like a shadow.

the employee looked at you and then toto. she looked a bit confused and you just sheepishly smiled as you took the meal. you thanked her before you shuffled out of the restaurant.

when you got in the car and put the straw in your diet coke, before you took a sip you said, "she thought we were father and daughter."

toto made a face as he got into the driver's suit. he reached over and rubbed your middle, "and here i thought that getting you pregnant would solve that problem." he leaned over and kissed you, the sharp taste of coke on his lips before he buckled himself and drove off.

back at the apartment, you happily ate your greasy food while toto played with your hair. he was impressed with you in everything you did, you were the perfect wife for him.

"happy?"

you nodded, with half of a fry sticking out of your mouth. toto leaned in and ate the other half before he kissed you. by the time you finished your meal and got rid of the garbage. he was hungry for something else. as you were partially bent over to throw out the wrappers. he draped an arm over your belly and pressed his chest up against your back.

eventually he rubbed your middle and sighed happily, "you look divine." he pressed you closer to him and kissed the side of your neck, "you carry my child so well. you're going to be an amazing mother."

just as toto couldn't deny you, you couldn't deny him. you giggled a little and turned in his grasp. you kissed him on the lips, the taste of grease still stained them. you shuddered with warmth.

when he pulled away he simply suggested, "why don't we go to bed, you must be tired." he cupped your face with his large hand and smiled.

you ended up on the bed with toto slowly pulling the shirt over your body, exposing your pregnant body to him. he placed a hand on your rounded middle and leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, you could hear him say he loved you against your skin. sex was slowly becoming a little more difficult thanks to the bump. but you'd always find ways to make do. your husband stripped you free of your clothes like a present. his hungry gaze on your swollen breasts. even giving the tender flash a kiss when he got you out of the sports bra.

your body had changed so much these last few months. all because of him, it was quite the boost to his ego. that as his age he could still father a child with such a beautiful, lovely woman. he pulled back while you sat on the bed and admired you. he licked his lips at the sight of you and felt warmth pool through his body.

you sat there naked, it was only fair that he did the same. you admired him, licked your lips hungrily as he joined in you in bed. naked as well. he was still fit for a man his age, he took care of himself. he still had enough stamina left in him to make sure his wife was taken care of. he wrapped his arms around you as he laid in bed. with you still seated upwards, it was the perfect angle for him to kiss you bare bump.

"you're such a good wife, good mother." he said lowly as his hand dipped further down until he was between your legs. his long fingers toyed with your pussy as he kissed at your swell, "from the moment i laid eyes on you, i knew you had to be mine. no one that beautiful should go without. and in return you gave me the most precious gift ever."

he pressed you closer for a moment, his nose squished against your belly. he exhaled deeply. that was why he spoiled you, as a thank you. you were giving him a child. when he pulled away, he had a hand on your hip and watched you move on top of him.

due to the pregnancy, you had to switch up the positions. and while toto loved classic missionary, having you in his lap wasn't too bad either. his hands on your belly as he eyed at you, his dark eyes pulled you in. he licked his lips as you shifted yourself on his lap. then sank down on his cock.

you whimpered a little and it was music to his ears. he loved how you sounded and it only spurred him on further to touch you. to love you. to give his wife all the affection she yearned for. you were all his, and he'd give you the world.

"how are you feeling? sick at all from the food?" he asked. during your pregnancy he wanted to make sure that you were eating well and taking care of yourself. he worried about you, work made it hard for him to be around often. but regardless, he was still weak to your puppy dog eyes.

he held your hips as you moved against him. he wanted to steady you as you pleasured the both of you. so pregnant yet working so hard. toto was a lucky man. he admired you as the pleasure coursed through his body. he asked you once more, "is the movements hurting you?" concern in his voice where the edges were tinged with lust.

"no, no, it's perfect. it's fine. nothing hurts, not even my hips." you said with pleasure seeped deep into your voice as you moved against him even more. you felt the crawl of want through your core and your cunt clenched around his achy cock. you exhaled deeply, "toto, this feels amazing." you chuckled lightly, "even better than the mcdonalds."

toto took a firmer grasp of your ass and said, "that's good to know. that my cock is better than fast food. i'd say that it doesn't add pounds on you, but.." he eyed your swollen belly, "i fear that's not the case." he relaxed a little bit as you continued to move up and down his cock.

you moaned as you held onto his short dark hair and gazed into his dark eyes. he can see the lust heavy in your gaze as you moved up and down his cock. you arched your back a little more and he placed both hands on your swollen middle.

"my wife." he groaned, "i got you all nice and pregnant. spoiled you, made you all mine. a yet you've only become more beautiful. stunning in a ways that keep me hooked to you. i need you, my darling. every inch i can have you." he panted against your warm chest, "i got you pregnant, i made you mine."

his words made your stomach flip as you continued to pleasure him. the feeling was immense, his words were like hot coals against your already heated skin. and it made your head swim with euphoric want. only toto wolff could make you feel revered and adored, but also like a slut. a whore for him to play with. even though he spoiled you in every aspect he could.

it was a duality that made you shudder as you felt the pleasure continue to mount in your core. he kissed at your chest and it made you clutch onto his hair tightly. the thumping in your chest felt faster with each buck of your hips. you were beyond excited, pleasure dripped from your core as you took his entire length.

you felt a haze in your system as you rode him. he happily let his sweet wife keep the pace. let you get to climax first. he cupped your swollen belly, the feeling of the skin under his hands made his cock twitch. even at his age he could knock up someone as beautiful as you. it didn't take much either, just a weekend in the swiss alps... or maybe it was the hotel in monza.... or the back of a cab at an after party a week later. regardless, he got your pregnant.

you tensed up around him, your cunt tightened around his cock as you held on tighter. you came around his length and continued your hot, quick movements.

you near sang his praises as you came, tensed up around him and he pulled you down for a searing kiss. he picked up the pace of his movements and fucked you feverishly till he reached his own climax. the feeling flooded his head and left little room for coherent thought. almost like a primal need to fuck you until a base part of his was satified. so he continued to move his hips once he finished inside of you.

when the clarity hit, he stopped and held your face to pepper your heated skin with kisses. he rested against you and panted heavily, "alright, alright, my treasure. my love." he held your back more tenderly before he guided you fully onto the bed and laid a protective hand at your waist.

"i love you."

"i love you too. now don't think you can always get your way by giving me sex." he playfully scolded you. he shifted himself close to your pregnant form. how warm you felt even from a small gap between you two.

you just smiled at your beloved toto and said, "oh don't worry. i'll use my powers for good." as if you hadn't been using your child to be a very spoiled mrs. wolff. <3

[lay-z]

Another Johnny blurb :) A bit of folklore in this.

After barely surviving and recovering from a gunshot to the head by Makarov, Johnny is sent on medical leave, back to live on his elderly parents' farm in Scotland.

Now blind in his left eye and with the decline of his hearing, he keeps himself busy as best as he can helps taking care of the farm animals around, tends to the large pond in the spacious backyard and catches up with some old friends.

However, now suffering from nervous anxiety, Johnny picks up hiking as his new favourite pastime, needing to get away from the hubbub of his hovering family more than ever; his injury causing him excruciating headaches and, if he's particularly unlucky, panic attacks.

He takes his new journal on his hikes, buys a few more pencils (in case one breaks while he's out again), and finds the most bonnie places to catch a break and either sketch away or write down his memories because he doesn't quite trust his brain anymore.

One day, after hiking down a new path he found on a yellowed map from his late gran'da, Johnny finds a dale straight out of a fairytale.

Honey-bright rays of sunshine break through the surrounding treetops of willows, rowans, and copper beeches, shrouding the scenery in a myriad of shades of yellow and green while the local fauna goes about its merry day, ignoring Johnny like he's just another lost intruder stumbling upon the place.

And Johnny feels drawn to the overflowing creek after the earlier summer downpour, finds a cluster of moss-covered rocks, and decides to take a well-deserved break until his good right eye catches sight of someone already occupying the spot.

A woman clad in something he can only describe as... historical. The dress she wears is dripping with water, her wet hair sticking to her equally dewy skin, an aura of mystery and sorrow surrounding her as she sits there all by herself.

"Oi, miss? Ye shouldnae be around here by yerself. Ye need help find yer way back?"

You glance at him over your shoulder, and Johnny bristles, pulled forward, and screamed at to run by his most primal instincts simultaneously. At first, he doesn't even notice the sudden eerie silence surrounding him, blames it on his bad ears, but there is no more chirping and bird songs only the trickling of the nearby stream gently rushing in his ears.

Steamin' Jesus, she's beautiful. Hauntingly breathtaking that one. A wee bit strange perhaps, he thinks, but

"Death clings to ye, lad," you tell him matter-of-factly, tilting your head as you regard him with murky yet curious eyes, "and he'll come fer ye again."

Your nonchalant remark, spoken so sweetly, nearly knocks him onto his knees like a physical blow. The grip on his leatherbound journal tightens, knuckles whitening as he takes panting breaths to rid himself of the bile suddenly rising in his throat.

It's then he knows what you are, and while Johnny has lost his youthful wonder and believe of his own countries folklore, he can't help but believe that you must be a bean-nighe, a washerwoman.

An omen of death.

"N-no," Johnny croaks out, eyes widening with disbelief and fear before shaking his head so harshly, it worsens the headache already sneaking up on him. "Tha's not true! Tha's not Tha's not possible. I'm home! I'm safe here!"

Then, the softest smile lifts the corner of your mouth, and your buried maternal instinct makes you want to reach out to soothe his worries while he's already scrambling clumsily to get a grip.

"You'll see, sweet man," you snicker, standing up to watch him run, leaving your valley. "We will meet again."

And how was Johnny supposed to know that you simply wanted tell him about missing Simon's phone call? He didn't even give you a chance to clarify.

Ghoap x spirit!Reader ? Or perhaps I should make her a pixie :)

[meochicc]

- 4t3 Serenity Paparazzi Collection conversion pt.2 -

After almost a year working on and off on this set, it's finally finished ✨

All credits go to @serenity-cc - These are not my meshes nor textures! Original here;

THRUD TOP

YA - AF

3.3k polycount

solid and patterns presets

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Athletic, Career, Not valid for random

THRUD DRESS

YA - AF

4.5k polycount

solid, sheer and patterns presets

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

GAL TOP

YA - AF

2.8k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

GAL DRESS

YA - AF

3.9k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

KEIRA VEST

YA - AF

3.7k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

LEONA JACKET

YA - AF

3.5k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

LEONA PANTS

YA - AF

1.1k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

ANNIE SKIRT

YA - AF

1.5k polycount

solid, patterns and denim presets

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

ANNIE SKIRT LONG

YA - AF

1.8k polycount

solid, patterns and denim presets

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

BIKER BOOTS

YA - AF

2.2k polycount

solid and leather presets

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Maternity, Not valid for random

MIA SOCKS

TF - EF

Everyday, Formal, Sleepwear, Athletic, Career, Outerwear, Maternity, Not valid for random

KATE HEELS

YA - AF

1.1k polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Maternity, Not valid for random

BRENDA SHOES

YA - AF

760 polycount

Morphed -All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Maternity, Not valid for random

Notes

Due to overlap in the UV map the Annie Skirts have artefacts on the belt loops in CAS but are completely fine in Live mode.

The Biker Boots are also compatible with teens and elders because they don't use any ankle mesh, in case you want to enable that!

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|| Paparazzi Collection pt.1 can be found here ||

[buldakcorn]

In Your Embrace

LOONA/ARTMS Haseul x Male Reader

Genre: Mommy kink, Slightly Dom!Haseul, Sub!Reader

1426 words

The door to the bedroom clicks softly shut as Haseul leads you inside, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and mischief. She takes a step closer, her hand sliding up to your cheek with a gentle yet firm touch.

"Take off your clothes, baby," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine. You obey, heart racing as you undo each button of your shirt, her gaze never leaving yours. Each article of clothing that hits the floor feels like a barrier dissolving between you and the woman who now stands before you, dressed in nothing but a lacy black lingerie that clings to her curves like a second skin. "Good boy," she coos, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watches you expose yourself to her. "Now, come to Mommy."

As you approach the bed, your eyes are drawn to the way the dim lighting casts shadows over her body, highlighting the peaks and valleys of her voluptuous form. Haseul reaches out, her fingers tracing a path down your chest until they find the waistband of your pants. With a deft flick of her wrist, she unbuckles your belt and unzips them, letting them fall to the floor. You step out of them, feeling a sense of vulnerability mixed with excitement as you stand before her in nothing but your underwear. She gently tugs at the elastic band, her eyes locked with yours, and you can almost feel the heat emanating from her body.

"Let Mommy see all of you," she instructs, her voice velvety and authoritative. You slip off your last piece of clothing, standing bare before the woman you've come to crave. Haseul's eyes sweep over you appreciatively, her breath hitching just a little as she takes in the sight of your naked form. "You're so hot like this," she murmurs, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Now, climb into bed, baby. It's time for Mommy to take care of you." You comply, your heart thudding in your chest as you slip beneath the cool sheets, feeling them caress your skin as you await her next move.

With a maternal yet undeniably sexual grace, Haseul joins you in the bed, her body gliding over the sheets like a shadow. She straddles you, her thighs pressing against your hips, the heat of her sex radiating through the fabric of her lingerie and your skin. Her eyes are dark with want as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her ample breasts, the nipples hardened with anticipation. Leaning in while holding her bosom, she is able to take one into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue before pulling away with a wet pop, leaving it glistening.

"Mommy's going to make all your naughty thoughts go away," she promises, her voice a low growl that sends a jolt of arousal straight to your core. Her hand finds its way to your erect cock, stroking it slowly, watching your reaction with a hunger that matches yours. She smiles, knowing she has you right where she wants you.

"But first, you need to tell Mommy what you want." she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What do you need from me?" she asks, her tone a siren's call, demanding yet soothing. You swallow hard, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can think twice.

"Mommy, I need you to touch me," you confess, your voice trembling. Her smile widens, and she leans in closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she whispers, "Then Mommy will, baby." With a gentle squeeze, she begins to stroke you in earnest, her thumb circling the head of your cock as you arch up into her touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Mm, Mommy's good boy," she praises, her movements becoming more deliberate and precise with each passing moment, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Feeling the warmth of her skin against yours, you can't help but moan softly as Haseul's hand continues to work its magic. Her touch is firm yet tender, each stroke a testament to her desire to satisfy your deepest, darkest cravings. You can't believe the reality of the moment, the woman you've fantasized about for so long now calling you her baby, her good boy, as she brings you closer and closer to the brink of climax. Your eyes drift shut, the sensations overwhelming as you give in to the heady feeling of her control. But she's not done yet. With a soft chuckle, she leans in closer, her breasts pressing into your chest as she kisses you, her tongue delving deep into your mouth, claiming you as hers. Her other hand reaches down to slip aside the scrap of fabric covering her panties, her slickness coating your thighs as she grinds against you. You feel her heat, her need, and it only serves to drive you wilder.

"Mommy wants to feel all of you, baby," she murmurs against your lips, her voice thick with desire. "Can I take these off?" she asks, her eyes searching yours for permission. You nod eagerly, and she stands, peeling the last of her clothing away to reveal her naked form, every inch of her skin begging to be touched.

She slides back onto the bed, her legs parting as she positions herself over you, her wetness coating your cock as she sinks down, taking you inch by inch until she's fully seated. You both gasp as she starts to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that feels like a sweet, sinful symphony. "Mommy's got you," she whispers, her eyes never leaving yours as she moves above you, her breasts bouncing gently with each motion. The maternal yet erotic power exchange has you on the edge, your hands reaching up to clutch at her hips as she rides you, her pace increasing as your moans grow louder. The room is filled with the slick sounds of skin meeting skin, the scent of arousal heavy in the air as you both chase the ultimate release, the one only she can give you.

"Mm, are you enjoying this, baby?" Haseul purrs, her voice thick with desire as she continues to rock her hips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watches your reaction. You nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure builds within you, a testament to her skilled ministrations.

"That's right," she murmurs, her hand reaching down to squeeze your cock as she rides you.

"Tell Mommy how good it feels."

You manage to choke out a "Yes, you feel so tight around me Mommy," the words feeling strange yet oddly natural on your lips as she continues to fuck you, her movements growing more erratic as her own climax nears. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving a trail of fire that only fuels your desire for more.

"You're such a good boy for Mommy," she praises, her voice breathy and filled with lust. "Now, cum for Mommy," she commands, her movements becoming frenzied as she pushes you closer to the edge. "Cum deep inside me," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. The filthy talk sends you spiraling over the edge, your body tensing as you release, the warmth of your climax filling her as she cries out, her own orgasm crashing over her. She collapses onto you, her breath ragged as she nuzzles against your neck, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Mm, Mommy's so proud of you," she coos, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the room. For a moment, you just lay there, basking in the glow of her praise, feeling more connected to her than ever before as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear, her heartbeat syncing with yours as your breathing gradually returns to normal. The room is filled with the sound of your mingled sighs, the air charged with a sense of intimacy that goes beyond the physical act you've just shared. This isn't just about sex; it's about power, trust, and the deepest desires of your soul laid bare before the woman who holds them in the palm of her hand. And as she kisses you softly, you know that she'll be there to catch you every time you fall, to cradle you in her arms and whisper sweet, dirty nothings that set your world on fire.