#pregnancy ///

[keezybees]

Don't worry baby~

Prints!

[pregnantbrandi]

Would you give my pregnant belly belly rubs? I would love some! 🤰

[viiennie]

mdni 18+

Frontman! Gojo Satoru whose eyes stay stuck on you the moment you enter the facilities with that gorgeous face and those pretty doe eyes.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who thinks literally everything you do is adorable, each bounce to your step, each flutter of your eyelashes, and each tiny smile you send everyone you make eye contact with sends butterflies to his stomach, his heart pulsing with adornment.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who can't help himself, not having the power to just watch you through a screen. He needs to be closer to you. He needs to be the one you're smiling at, the one you depend on no matter what. He just has to have you.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who approaches you first, a friendly smile on his face as he introduces himself. He swears he melts on the spot when he finally gets to hear your voice in person. He almost feels bad when you finally enter the first game, the sparkle in your eyes telling him you definitely weren't prepared for what's to come.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru feels guilt gnaw his heart at the sight of your terrified expression when the first person for the season meets their end, bullet in their skull with the blood splattering on your cheek. He makes sure you stay behind his towering frame after realizing you couldn't control your trembling after that.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who comforts you after the red light green light game, arms wrapped around your trembling body as he whispers words of assurance into your ears.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru, who if he said he didn't take pleasure in the way you looked so small and helpless, then he'd be lying.

“W-what do I do Gojo? I-I’m pregnant too! My baby..” Your hands rest on your belly, the bump not being obvious because of the fact that you were only 3 months along. You were scared. So scared for both you and your baby’s safety. Had you known this game included losing lives, then you would’ve gladly burnt that card the recruiter gave you and endured poverty if it meant being alive with your child. 

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who feels his dick straining in his pants for some reason at the news of you being with child. He knows it’s the worst time to be popping a boner, but how can he control himself when you look so pretty with tears running down your face? How can he help himself when he imagines fucking you raw and deep with your pretty baby bump showing underneath that annoyingly thick jacket? He groans, biting his lip to stop himself from daydreaming, “Don’t worry pretty, I’ll protect you and your baby, yeah?”

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who thinks it’s the cutest thing ever when you tell him you wanna try befriending the other pregnant woman, hoping a bond would form between the two of you. He encourages you, giving you advice on how to start a conversation before gently pushing you toward player number 222.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who takes the chance to slip away while you and everyone else is distracted during break time, instructing all his pink soldiers to be gentle with you, and to make sure to specifically give you food that was good for pregnant women. 

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who is surprised when you wake him up in the middle of the night, asking him to come with you to the bathroom because you really, really needed to go but you were also too scared to go alone. He chuckles at your cuteness, easily agreeing to your demands before accompanying you to the said bathrooms.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who’s even more surprised when you pull him into one of the stalls in the women’s bathroom, your lips crashing against him in a messy attempt to makeout. He thinks it’s so endearing how you whisper to him about your raging hormones and how you just can’t take it anymore. 

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who doesn’t waste time to plunge his fingers deep inside you, the squelching noises further keeping him motivated to give you your sweet release. The way your knees quiver and your arms cling onto him for balance sends blood rushing straight to his dick, moans and whines leaving his lips, only to be muffled by your own.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who's got shivers going up his spine when he finally buries his cock deep inside your sore pussy, hips stuttering in movement as he tries to be gentle with you, reminding himself that you're pregnant and he couldn't be as rough as he wanted.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru, who resolve breaks down when you whine into his ears for more, for him to go harder and not to hold back because it felt so good. He's now got you in a full nelson, burying his cock balls deep into your pretty cunt without an ounce of hesitation.

Frontman! Gojo Satoru who makes sure to take care of you well after several rounds, cleaning you up with his tongue and brushing out your messy hair with his fingers. He finds himself smiling at the way you blink sleepily in his arms. He's definitely going to whisk you away after these games are finished.

[ivygorgon]

Raise your hand if you would donate your uterus to someone who wants one!

✋

this isn't me doing a bit btw but people really want to talk about "transgender milfs" and then treat trans women/fems who genuinely want to get pregnant and be mothers like shit.

like it's a really rough experience feeling that alienated from your body and desires and the amount of hostility towards literally just wishing you could be a mother in a specific way and being upset that you can't is really fucked. everyone is so fucking hostile and weird about bodily autonomy including wanting to have a kid.

like people act like transfems are delusional for wishing they could have kids and society treats the idea transfem uterus transplants as either a laughable joke or a disgusting perversion. like fuck, be nicer. treat them right.

[wystarianpixies]

so soft...and confy

[wannafillyou]

Looks like getting knocked up makes more than just your belly grow…

[clashdojobellies]

[pregnantbrandi]

Stay if you love pregnant women! 😃

[katieo1022]

[wystarianpixies]

[donotpush]

Laptop / Headphones / Couch

Please 💓💓

hope u enjoy anon!! went w fpreg w this one, a gamer girl in quite a situation ;)

She shifted. The couch creaked under her weight, and she leaned forward. One of her teammates said something, but she had taken her headphones a while ago.

It was an unconscious movement, because so far, her attention was scattered between the match going on the laptop in front of her, sitting in the coffee table, and her conscious effort to not push.

She was sitting uncomfortably straight, her hips pressing down on the soft surface of the cushion, trying to keep this baby in. The baby was slowly, but surely, spreading her lips open as it crowned inside her shorts.

The contractions couldn't have started on a worse day, the day she was gonna compete for the first place for the first place on the stupid tournament. She had been practicing for months —more than nine months. She had paid the admission fees and had been working her ass off, hours spent playing, practicing, and learning.

And this baby was not going to take it away from her.

A few hours earlier, when her water broke all over her gaming chair, she decided that her best option was to move to the living room. And try to hold it in.

But now, as the baby, pressed down on her birth canal, her stomach contracting every few minutes, and the head trying to split her open every second, she was starting to doubt her will to not give birth right now.

"Ugh..." she moaned, her fingers gripping at the controller. "Fuck, n..not now"

She tried to force her legs together. It lasted barely a minute before her heavy stomach hanging on top of her thighs forced her to open them again. S¡he let out a breath at the feeling of the head moving lower when she moved, so fucking low, it was right there and it was becoming harder and harder to focus on headshooting her enemies.

"Mh-hm!" she bit her lip. The head slid further out. "Fuuuuuck! Don't!"

One kill. Two kills. Three kills. A small victory sound appeared on the screen at the streak. Her smile was wiped away the moment her own body forced her hips forward, ordering her to give space for the head to come out.

She leaned forward, her elbows almost resting on her thigs, on the sides of her swollen stomach. Her thighs trembled. Focus. Focus. Focus.

"Shit!" she cried, "Ughn!"

Four kills. Five kills. Six kills. She let out a loud moan when she raised her hips slightly, her legs straining at the position, and the head came out, crowning against the fabric of her shorts.

"Oh- oh, no, no, no, not yet!" she whimpered, but her body was pushing against her will.

She could have reached between her legs and pressed a hand to her pussy to keep it from coming out any further, but her fingers remained glued to the controller. She pushed.

"Mhgn! Ow, ow, ow! Pleasejustwait-!"

Seven kills. The head popped out of her. The controller fell from her hands. The last thing she saw before she leaned in to squat down, hands reaching to cup the baby's head, was the you're dead on the screen.

[deliciouswitchcupcake]

Last night was a little bit rough

Dm if you’re ready for a session 😈🥵

[clashdojobellies]