#stretch mark cream reduce stretch marks

[max11237]

Revamin Stretch Mark

Revamin Stretch Mark is an advanced cream that helps reduce the appearance of stretch marks. The cosmetic contains extracts, vitamins and oils that improve the condition of the skin on the abdomen, thighs, buttocks and arms. The natural formula of the product makes it safe for the skin and does not cause side effects.

Regular use of Revamin Stretch Mark helps to lighten stretch marks. The skin's elasticity and firmness are also improved. Additionally, the skin becomes visibly softer and more nourished. The product can also be used prophylactically to prevent the appearance of new stretch marks.

Women are looking for natural solutions to help them get rid of aesthetic defects such as stretch marks, and Revamin Stretch Mark is the answer

[shotmrmiller]

the tale of how simon got himself a gf without stepping a foot outside of base.

anyone can tell you that alcohol reduces the ability to use logic. to see reason. it lowers inhibitions and blurs the boundary lines you've drawn in the sand.

but indulging in drink tonight is justified. you're in need of reprieve after this shit week: broke up with your boyfriend, deadlines at work appearing out of thin air, a flat tire on your morning commute. you even stepped on the end of your cat's tail.

miserable. (she's okay, just giving you the cold shoulder. you'll buy her some tasty snacks tomorrow.)

but for tonight, you're wallowing in your own misery. some uninteresting show is playing on the television, you're cradled by the cushions of your couch, a fluffy sherpa throw over your socked feet.

if only there was a way to melt this week's accumulated stress away even further.

cue the drunk texting your ex cliché.

anyone can tell you that it's detrimental to moving on. it's akin to reopening a wound that's already begun to heal. a step back when you should only be moving forward. your friends would drag you by your hair for being so dumb.

but there's an incessant throb in between your legs that's only getting stronger with every glass of wine you toss back. you're wound tight, violin strings stretched to the brink. a couple of bow strokes away from snapping.

you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow, along with your hangover.

typing in his (deleted in a fit of heartbroken rage) number with fumbling fingers and send a picture of you with the hem of your sleeping shirt between your teeth, the swell of your bare breasts on full display with a cheeky little missing you <3

he responds in minutes even though it's 2:30am.

send a vid and show me how much you miss me.

it makes your pussy clench around nothing, already slick, drooling, begging to be filled. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you bring up the camera.

when simon first gets the text, he's on edge, gripping his phone hard enough to crack. no one should have this number except for price, johnny and kyle. he's made sure of it-- had laswell pull strings to give him a secure line. no scam likely's, no cold calls, nothing.

but then some silly little bird dials his number by mistake and the sweet cherry on top is that you've sent a nude. breasts on full display-- soft looking, hard peaked. it makes his mouth water, his gums itch. he'd love to sink his teeth into them, into you, hard enough to bruise. mark. claim.

but that's for later, once he finds you.

he texts back and what you send him in response fattens his cock. a small hand tucked beneath the waistband of your flimsy knickers, gusset dampened with warm arousal. you lick your bottom lip, leaving it glossy with spit. your chest heaves with the sharp gasps of breath you're drawing.

but there's a problem. he can barely see what you're doing. he doesn't have x-ray vision, your knickers are in the way. while he can understand the allure, he himself doesn't have the patience for it. either you let him see your bare cunt or don't waste his time.

he wasn't expecting you to agree this fast. maybe a bit of push back, a little snapping of teeth until you relent but no. you're an obedient thing. submissive. just how he likes 'em. (if he wants to break someone in, that's what johnny's for.)

soft, inviting thighs spread wide, a couple of fingers curling inside your glistening cunt. (duly noticing how your 2 fingers are the size of 1 of his.) your moans spill from your lips unreservedly when you roll your pearl in tight, precise little circles. he spits on his hand, heavy length resting in his calloused palm and tugs himself at the pace you've set: jerky, quick, messy.

you come with a whimper, eyes shut and pliant body coiled tight. a frothy, sticky cream coats your fingers, dripping down to your arse, pooling on your couch.

you miss me too? sent 3:27 am

(he decides to keep you. simon can't remember the last time he's had a climax that spine stiffening in a while.)

[dermatouchskincare]

What are stretch marks? How to get rid of stretch marks during pregnancy?

What are stretch marks?

Stretch marks, also known as striae, are streaks or lines that appear on the skin when it undergoes rapid stretching or expansion. They commonly occur during periods of rapid growth, such as during puberty, pregnancy, or significant weight gain or loss. Stretch marks typically appear as long, thin, and slightly depressed streaks that may vary in color, ranging from pink, red, purple, or brown, depending on the individual's skin tone.

The primary cause of stretch marks is the rapid stretching of the skin, which disrupts the normal production of collagen and elastin fibers responsible for maintaining the skin's elasticity. When the skin is stretched beyond its capacity, the underlying dermis can tear, resulting in the formation of stretch marks.

While stretch marks can occur on various areas of the body, they commonly appear on the abdomen, breasts, thighs, hips, buttocks, and upper arms. They are more prevalent in women than men, likely due to hormonal differences and the occurrence of pregnancy.

Although stretch marks are harmless and do not pose any health risks, they can be a source of cosmetic concern for some individuals. Over time, stretch marks may fade and become less noticeable, but they typically do not completely disappear without treatment.

Several treatment options are available for reducing the appearance of stretch marks, including topical creams, laser therapy, microdermabrasion, and cosmetic procedures like chemical peels or dermal fillers.

How to get rid of stretch marks during pregnancy?

During pregnancy, stretch marks commonly occur due to the rapid stretching of the skin as the body undergoes significant changes. There are several measures you can take to help minimize stretch marks appearance and promote skin health.    

Here are some tips for How to get rid of stretch marks during pregnancy:

Keep your skin hydrated: Apply a moisturizer or oil to your skin regularly, especially in areas prone to stretch marks such as the abdomen, breasts, hips, and thighs. Look for products containing ingredients like cocoa butter, shea butter, almond oil, or vitamin E, which can help improve skin elasticity and reduce dryness.

Maintain a healthy weight:

Gradual and steady weight gain during pregnancy can help minimize the occurrence of stretch marks. Avoid rapid weight gain or excessive weight loss, as it can contribute to the likelihood of stretch marks.

Stay hydrated:

Drinking an adequate amount of water helps keep your skin hydrated from within. Aim for at least 8-10 glasses of water per day.

Eat a balanced diet:

Consuming a nutritious diet rich in vitamins, minerals, and essential fatty acids can contribute to skin health and elasticity. Include foods such as fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, and healthy fats in your diet.

Exercise regularly:

Engaging in gentle exercises approved by your healthcare provider can help maintain skin elasticity and promote overall wellness during pregnancy.

Avoid scratching or excessive rubbing:

Scratching the skin can exacerbate stretch marks and lead to further skin damage. Be mindful to avoid itching or rubbing the affected areas vigorously.

Consider topical treatments:

Certain creams, oils, or lotions specifically formulated for stretch marks may help reduce their appearance. Look for products containing ingredients like retinol, hyaluronic acid, or collagen-boosting agents. However, consult your healthcare provider before using any topical treatments during pregnancy to ensure they are safe for you and your baby.

Be patient:

It's important to remember that stretch marks may fade over time, often becoming less noticeable after pregnancy. Give your body time to heal, and focus on embracing the changes that come with the journey of motherhood.

Remember, each person's skin is unique, and the effectiveness of these measures may vary. If you have concerns about your stretch marks or need further guidance, it's best to consult with your healthcare provider or a dermatologist who can provide personalized advice and treatment options.

[mattluvr]

⋆·˚ ༘ * a pure smut matt sturniolo oneshot !

( dad!dom!matt with a raging breeding kink, oral — f!receiving, edging, dirty talk, praise )

matt wants another baby.

you do not. even if the sex to conceive your daughter had been some of the best you two had ever had, the dirty words matt had uttered that night still engraved into your brain, you’re adamant that you don’t want another child.

your daughter, now two years old and goddamn adorable, wreaks havoc at every opportunity, despite her angelic appearance; your brunette ringlets and matt’s bright blue eyes she’s inherited are a mere deception.

so often, when you and matt clamber into bed after a long day trying to prevent your kid from seriously injuring herself, you’re too tired to even entertain the idea of sex, let alone trying for another baby.

but today is your fifth anniversary with your boyfriend, whose insanely annoying charm has managed to change your perspective on a second pregnancy in the space of a romantic dinner at an italian restaurant.

so now you’re laid on your bed, spread eagled as matt kisses the burning flesh of your collarbones, your dress unzipped and being rolled down teasingly slowly. you moan into the thick air as one of his hands comes down to tweak your nipple through the flimsy material of the lingerie set you’d specially chosen; blue, his favourite colour.

“shit, matt.” you mumble, arching your back into his touch with a low moan. “makin’ me feel so good.”

“that right?” matt smirks, pinching your nipple harder to push your stimulation. you whine in response, stretching your neck to the side to invite matt to make more marks, not having to restrict the sounds pouring out of your mouth.

on the rare occasion that the pair of you share moments of intimacy, it’s rushed and usually restricted to mutual masturbation to reduce the risk of your daughter walking in and being scarred for life. but she’s staying with uncle chris and uncle nick, who are most likely feeding her way too much ice cream past her bedtime, so you don’t have to worry about anybody walking in.

“so fucking good.”

matt smiles, pleased with himself, and hungrily removes your dress completely, practically drooling at the full lingerie set reveal. he works quickly to pull the straps of your bra down, hands reaching round the back of you to undo the clasp, the tips of his fingers calloused but gentle. then, matt works on your panties, trimmed with baby blue lace, pulling them down, the material tickling your skin.

you buck your hips up as all three pieces of material float to the foot of the bed, starting to become impatient. you crave matt’s dick inside you, core pulsating as your boyfriend begins to move away from your chest, pressing kisses along your stomach until his mouth is level with your heat.

he doesn’t wait a second; lips are latched onto your clit before you have a chance to register what’s going on, a loud whine erupting from your throat as you let your head fall back on the pillow behind you. matt hasn’t eaten you out in months, and you’ve forgotten how talented he can be with his tongue.

as soon he latches onto your swollen clit, oozing arousal, you start to feel the familiar pit of longing form at the bottom of your stomach, close to release already. embarrassing; you must’ve been overly sensitive, making you easy to push to the edge, matt’s harsh kitten licks over your pulsing bud not helping matters.

your boyfriend picks up the pace of his ministrations against your bundle of nerves, gripping your thighs tighter as you begin to shake, on the verge of releasing. “matt,” you warn, whimpers spilling past your lips. “i’m close.”

“already?” his degrading tone and the laughter that follows only heightens your embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. immediately, matt is jumping to remove them, one hand lingering to grip your jaw. he sighs before diving back in, his next words muffled. “fine, just make it a good one.”

but as soon as he gives you permission, your orgasm right fucking there, matt pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“matt!” you cry out, using your thigh to hit his head, mouth wide open in disbelief. “i can’t believe you just did that.”

“don’t talk back to me.” he hisses, the hand that was still loosely on your jaw now squeezing your lips shut. you rarely see the dominant side of him this extreme, glad that he’s restricting your words in your state of speechless.

“you can cum once i’ve fucked this second baby into you. no complaints.”

and then he starts thrusting into you, roughly and relentlessly; you hadn’t even noticed him slip his lower garments off, pushing his way inside you, suddenly aware of how he fills you up and the pleasure you’re receiving from his length and girth.

you moan, legs instinctively widening, the sensitivity of being edged mere seconds before still raging, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap. matt is also getting sloppy, his thrusts weak as he struggles to restrain his release. he still has his hand pressed firmly against your jaw, muffling all your noises as you edge close to your orgasm.

“fu-uck.” matt’s breath hitches, his eyes trained on you as he pumps in and out; he already looks fucked out, his hair sticking to his forehead. “you gonna let me make you pregnant again? huh?”

you nod, eyebrows drawing together, the pleasure overbearing. you need to cum and you need cum now. matt is still whispering dirty things in your ear is he hovers over you, the boy’s legs shaking yours. “i’m gonna cum soon, baby, okay? you’re not gonna let a drop out.”

you nod again, your whole body tensing in your effort to hold back your orgasm. you’re willing matt to hurry up, silently due to matt’s continued clamped hand, the bed creaking mercilessly.

“oh, right there.” matt groans, his orgasm now on the edge too; you can feel it in his body movements. “god, sweetheart, i’m gonna…”

he trails off, head thrown back, hand dropping from your chin as he braces himself on either side of you. “cum!”

and he does, messily but in strong waves, painting your insides white with guttural moans. and, with your mouth finally freed, you’re able to orgasm as loud as you want, your body shaking as your high rolls over you.

once you’ve both come down from your shared peaks, matt pulls out of you, using his index finger to push the cum that trailed out after him back up into you; he evidently wants that second baby more than anything, and whilst you’re exhausted looking after one, there’s nobody you’d rather have multiple kids with than the boy now collapsed by your side, panting.

in your tangle of bare skin, you caress your boyfriend’s cheek, your words a soft whisper. “i’m excited now.”

“for what?” matt raises a quizzical eyebrow, placing the hand that had been gripping your jaw roughly minutes before over yours.

“for our daughter to have a sibling, duh. if we’re not pregnant after that, then i want a refund.”

and matt’s smile in response could’ve lit up a million stars.

[isolationism19]

I want to force you, I want to hogtie you to a chair and endlessly funnel you ice cream, shakes, heavy cream, and soda until you’re begging me to stop. Then and only then you’ll be praised for your gluttonous rampage.

I want to reduce you down to the number on a scale. Weighing you every single morning, punishing you at night if you haven't gained enough weight to satisfy our desires. Notice how I said “our desires” because I know you live for this shit the same way I do the thrill of your gluttony and every pound and stretch mark you add to that beautiful unrecognizable frame.

Finally, I want you to want from me; I want you to push for those extra stuffing sessions, to never leave my side and continuously ask for more attention and more belly rubs. I want to keep you constantly horny and full. Knowing you have an unlimited supply of food and a man who wants nothing outside of the pig in front of her to be his and ever-growing.

[xxsunoosprincess]

could i request for enhypen legal line reaction to you being insecure about your stretch marks? under the chest and the thighs as well :( lol thank you

felt this one… again sorry it’s so late after your requested!

Enhypen reaction to their s/o being insecure about their stretch marks (OT6)

pairing: enhypen legal line x reader

warning: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of poor body image, insecurities, some are suggestive

Heeseung

Praise flows out of his mouth instantly because he is truly dumbfounded. His baby? His sweet baby doesn’t like how she looks. He is pouting, hands immediately gravitating to the stretch marks on your sides and gently brushing over the raised skin with his fingertip.

“I don’t understand” he frowns, the honesty and hurt across his face is clear as day “you and your stretch marks are really beautiful. Really, really beautiful. Baby, it hurts to see you don’t see yourself the way I see you”. It’s all said between the sweetest kisses he can muster up.

Jay

When you guys started dating, he vowed to take things slowly. He wants you for more than your body and he wants to make sure you know that. This accompanied by the fact that the furthest you have gone is some heavy petting over clothes means that he hasn’t ever seen your body.

It’s movie night, what movie you don’t know, because the way he is mouthing in your neck and how his hands slide up your shirt is taking all your attention. Partially due to anticipation, but also something much further from pleasure. When you mumble out a ‘wait’, hands catching his, he freezes and backs off. He would never overstep. If that means giving you space, fucking with your shirt still on, or an innocent cuddle, he is more than happy to oblige.

Jake

Jake has them too… Headcannoning him to have stretch marks on his lower back. Probably appeared during his growth spurt. Still shy about taking his shirt off around people, but this drastically changes when he overhears you comment negatively about your own stretch marks while on the phone with your friend.

I imagine he is kinda at a loss for words, unsure how to comfort you but his heart is broken to hear you don’t love your body as much as he does. So, he leads by example. When questioned about why he is walking around the dorm shirtless, he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, blushing a bit as he says “nothing to be ashamed of! even my stretch marks are a sign of how hard my body has worked to help me grow!!” Hopes his confidence is contagious, but for now he is satisfied with the giggles he pulls out of you with his over the top flexing.

Sunghoon

He isn’t stupid. He knows what it means when he sees you scrutinizing your body in the mirror when you think he is still in the shower. I mean, he did figure skating. He’s an idol. When you work in industries that are critical of your body, you just know. He just… he doesn’t know what to do. It kills him to see you upset about anything, let alone your body. It leaves him shuffling on his feet.

“You look really nice” it startles you, fumbling to pull your shirt back over your now exposed tummy. You whip around to see him standing awkwardly in the doorway, his cheeks just as red as yours. “You shouldn’t… do that.” The vague hand gestures he makes are confusing, but even more startling is the sudden bone-crushing hug he pulls you into. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself”.

Sunoo

I think he knows better than everyone what it’s like to feel insecure about your body, what it feels like to have everyone’s eyes just scanning for flaws, so his blood runs cold when you ask him what products can help reduce the marks. Sure he has the creams, the oils, whatever, that could answer your question but he is tossing them the moment he gets home.

“What? Did someone say something to you?” You’ve never seen Sunoo look so serious. Not a hint of a smile on his face, no softness in his tone. The idea of anyone making you feel insecure makes him sick. “You should never try to change yourself, your body, for anyone. Don’t look away, I’m serious, you shouldn’t change, not even for me and I would never ask you to change. You’re perfect.”

Jungwon

It’s such a lovely day. Jungwon has dragged you out for a picnic, the sun is shining bright and the river running next to you guys makes for such a picturesque day. At least, it would be if the dress you were wearing wasn’t riding up your legs at every move and exposing the stretch marks running up your thighs.

“-and then he told me to… wait, y/n are you listening?” Jungwon whines as he notices you distracted by your dress again. You stutter out an apology, face beet red, but he doesn’t let you get it out before he is pulling off his jacket and casting it over your legs “There. Is that better? Stop, don’t give it back I’m not cold! You seem uncomfortable with your legs exposed, it’s the least I can do. But I wish you wouldn’t… your legs are so sexy- hey! Don’t flick me!”

END.

a/n: this one feels like shart… I don’t think I’m great at writing fluff. They all are ‘T’s in their MBTI except Sunoo’s, so I felt like it was a little hard to gauge how they would react so something so sensitive. But! I think they are all lovebugs and would do their best to comfort you. I tried something new though :3 hope you guys enjoy - xx princess.

[nina-ya]

Patching up Luffys Wounds

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo Pairing: Luffy x GN!Reader CW: Burn mentions. WC: 1098 You are peacefully seated on the deck of the Sunny, engrossed in a book, with Robin keeping you quiet company while she reads her own book. The weather is blissful, and the ocean stretches out as far as the eye could see. It is one of those serene days at sea where nothing threatens your tranquility. As you start to doze off, the gentle sway of the ship lulling you to sleep, your peaceful slumber is abruptly shattered by a deafening WHAM! The noise catapulted you back into the realm of consciousness, disoriented and perplexed. Your drowsy eyes darted around, seeking the source of the disturbance, you hear Sanji’s furious voice coming from the kitchen. Infuriated shouts, accompanied by a flurry of french obscenities, fills the air. Your curiosity leads you to the chaotic scene unfolding in the kitchen. As you step into the kitchen, a truly astonishing sight greets you. Food was scattered across every inch of the kitchen, floor to ceiling. Sanji was in a state of outrage, his culinary masterpiece reduced to an utter mess. His yelling is directed at no other than Luffy. You quickly connect the dots and realize that Luffy is the culprit behind the ruckus. The idiot tried to use his abilities to grab some food from the other side of the kitchen and had made a severe miscalculation. As a result, his hands are now decorated with painful burns.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at the spectacle in front of you. It was clear that you need to intervene to prevent further chaos. Without hesitation you push your way through to Luffy. Luffy was booth whining in pain and complaining about hunger, and you practically have to drag him to the infirmary. The journey to the infirmary is not an easy one, but you manage to get him into the infirmary and coax him to sit still for a moment.

“Luffy, what exactly happened in there?” you aak, genuine curiosity in your voice.

HIs embarrassment is evident as he replies, “I just really wanted to taste what Sanji was cooking, and he wouldn’t let me! So, I took matters into my own hands and well… yeah…” With a sigh, you inspect his injured hands, the pain evident as he whimpers out in pain. “Ah, Luffy, you really are something else, aren’t you?” you say, shaking your head with a smile. “It’s like you’re a magnet for trouble, always diving headfirst into things without a second thought.” “Of course I think! Just like I did now! Sanji said no, so i thought, ‘Hey, I’ll just do it myself!’” He flashes you a grin. An amused smile graces your lips as you carefully apply some cream to soothe his burns. “Well, for now, you can think about sitting still and letting me wrap up your hands. That way, you can go back and try again, but maybe don’t miss this time, alright?” Luffy bursts into laughter. “I won’t miss next time, and you know what? I’ll get enough to share with you too!” You blink in mild disbelief at the unexpected offer. “Did you somehow hit your head too? I know you did not just offer me some of your food.”

With a shake of his head, Luffy playfully emphasized, “Nope, everything is all fine with the noggin,” he moves to knock himself in the head with emphasis, but you intervene, preventing him from causing more harm to himself.

“I’ll believe you once Chopper checks you out,” you respond with a teasing grin.

You turn your focus to bandaging his hands, and you gently take one of them in your own. As you wrap up his hand, you can’t help but notice the battle-worn scars that adorned his hands, like mementos of his countless adventures. “Why are you just staring at my hand?” Luffy asks suddenly, his grin from earlier still in place.

You finish up the first hand and start to wrap the other when you respond. “I was just looking…” you pause your bandaging to point out a particular mark on his hand. “Hey, do you remember how you got this scar?”

Luffys’ gaze follows your finger, and a wide, nostalgic grin spreads across his face. “Yeah! We were sparring and you were showing me this cool trick with a sword and you managed to land a hit right there. I say we should spar again.” His stomach rumbles, and he laughs. “After I get some food of course!”

You smile at the memory that the scar brings as you continue to wrap up Luffys’ hand. Out of the blue, his voice breaks the silence as his attention shifts to your hands. “Your hands are small,” his voice is soft and pensive. His gaze is locked on your hands and he seems to be captivated by it, a look of curiosity in his eyes. You finish wrapping his hand, and he extends his hand to touch yours. “See? Small…” he murmurs, his fingers slowly interlocking with yours, an infectious laugh escapes his lips as his eyes meet yours.

A smile graces your lips as well. “Yeah, they’re pretty small I guess.” A brief silence falls between the two of you as your intertwined hands feel each other's warmth. You decide to break the quiet moment with a cough and comment, “So, uh, it looks like you’re good to-”

Before you can complete your sentence, Luffy springs up from his seat and starts sprinting toward the kitchen, your hand held securely in his grip. He shows no intention of letting go soon. You can’t even get another word in before he declares, “Perfect! I’m gonna go get my food, and you’re coming with me, and I’ll be sure to get enough to share with you!”

Share? This is the second time he has mentioned sharing; does he mean it? His unrelenting grip around your hand only adds to your questions. Why is he not letting go? Why does he insist on holding my hand like this?

In the midst of being dragged to the kitchen, hand in hand with Luffy, you can’t help but feel a warmth spreading through you. These simple actions speak more than any words can say. You can’t deny your growing affection for the Captain through his story of unspoken feelings. As you venture towards the kitchen, you start to realize that this is just one page of the storyline you and Luffy share. Perhaps this is the beginning of a whole new chapter, and you are absolutely elated to see where this leads to.

[zombieplaygrounds]

CW: (i lowkey forgot to finish this ><), price x afab!f! reader drabble, smut, mdni, insecure! price?, slightly toxic relationships, internal cumshot, sex while crying, cigarettes.

Fuck. You were so pathetic at the mercy of Price. His gorgeous girl, easily accessible whore. He loved you, he fucked you like he hated you - of course. And there were those occasions you really did scare him, darling. He was a broken man that you had to pick up piece by piece only for him to shatter all over again with leave. Arrives home like a fucking horror movie, covered in injuries and freshly sprouting injuries. Loves it, that glimmer in your eyes and a slackened jaw.

You'd run up with glossy eyes - you looked like you really cared. And he almost believed it. But god forbid you loved and cared for this monster known as John Price. The shiny dangling dog tag sticking to your chest and dangling around with every movement. Gave you a copy because he "isn't sure you would get the original when he dies, love".

So cruel, really. The way he tugs you in all different directions, mentally claiming you into a stupid and gullible thing. All just to spend hours fucking you so rough and rapidly, making you cry from the overstimulation and searing hot pleasure in your core. Your cunt squeezing around his cock in desperate attempts to be bred, milk him of his spawn. All while he kissed the back of your neck, digging his teeth to leave pretty indents in your soft flesh.

You'd gasp out sharp huffs of air - pleads for mercy -you would beg, not due to his cruel words, or that arrogant smirk with his hand grasping at your neck with all the power in the world. But because of the intimacy and vulnerability he had chosen to give only you to see this passionate and rabid beast he was reduced to in your presence a made you cry those fat hot tears of love. Love so cruel it would gag you.

And of course, to the painful end of it all, your head was left spinning, vision blurred - and fuck, he had you huffing like a fucking mutt. He'd pull his cock out, admiring the webby strands of arousal and sperm that connected the two of you. Groaning just slightly as the angry head of his cock oozed with more greedy substance, directing itself back toward your seeping entrance. So tempting, but based on your pathetic little whines and trembling legs - you were spent. Mewling like a kitten when he grazed his finger tips curiously across your swollen, puffy folds.

"Fuckin' beautiful." Price whispered, licking the salty, delectable cream of your cunt. The noise and awful buzz of insecurity in his mind slowly fading away to nothing but an empty, soothing silence. Gave him a chance to enjoy his cigarette, all while gently combing his digits across your bare back. Already had Price memorized your blemishes, scars, stretch marks; all of it little pieces he clung to desperately - figments of your reality. That mixed in with the markings of his hands, his nails; rigid scratches on your hips...

Perfection.

Time would pass, what felt like hours was really minutes of him just admiring the messy work of art he had splurted between your thighs. Groaning a bit as he leaned back, resting his sore muscles. Sooner or later you'd crawl to bury yourself against his soft, muscular form.

[cvnt4him]

Hello!! I'm the same girl who requested for IT reader a while back, and I really liked it!<3 I wanted to try out requesting again so I'm here once more😭😭 Anyway, are you fine with family-centered stuff? Could you do heavy angst with Father!Number One!Izuku with his little girl? You can decide whatever for the child, really!(but personally I prefer daughter) So, since Izuku is the number one, Y/N is probably the one mostly taking care of their kid. What if there was this huge accident that killed Y/N because the heroes were too late to detain the villain? Plus points if Izuku was the hero assigned. So ever since the death, Izuku is suddenly the caretaker and tries his absolute best to make his kid happy but fails since the kid absolutely loathes him for being absent and for being too late to save their mother. What do you think Izuku will do?? So, yeah!! It's up to you if this isn't weird</3

Its not weird at all my love, thanm you for the req and I'm so glad to have you requesting from me again, feel free to stop by once more and leave some more, youre always welcome<33 I would also like to apologize to you and everyone else who has made a req and I haven't gotten to it. I won't get into detail but I've been busy, I've closed my reqs so I can get all my old ones out, most of my reqs are like months old anyways so here i am clesning out the closet.

...

“mr midoriya, where would you say your life went wrong?”

“ ....when I left my wife.. ”

Izuku was always infatuated with you, your beauty, your strength, how compassionate and caring you were. He thought you were just neat. You didn't have a quirk yet like him you still made it into UA. You were pretty smart and tried hard at everything you did. He admired you for that, he watched you closely and studied you. Not in a creepy way, but in a "I'm in love with you, notice me" way.

In your second year you'd finally taken a liking towards him, he was quite cute despite his odd haircut. You understood it was due to the trouble he went through in the war, he was strong reliable and terrifyingly selfless. Izuku midoriya was a great guy and you had really liked him, the two of you started going on sweet little dates together, walking in the park sharing an ice cream, going to the movies to see whats new, going to a carnival with some friends and sneaking off alone.

Those were the days izuku wished could've lasted forever, where nothing was wrong, peace was restored and everyone was happy. But as life does. It moves on. The world changes right before tour eyes and before you know it, it's been 8 years. The two of you are still happily together in fact married now, and expecting. Izuku and you had gotten out of college a couple years ago, he became a pro and you were in charge of the Deku Foundation. A silly name for a silly little guy.

Izuku was a family guy, he didn't see his father much growing up so he knew this was what he wanted. He wanted to assure to you, the mother of his unborn child, and to his unborn child that he would be there, always and forever. He held you at night and made you breakfast in the morning, he wasn't always there to eat it with you but he made sure to leave adorable little notes for you to feel special, you kept busy doing work for his company, exercising to try and reduce stretch marks and baby weight in the future, and cooking for fun. It was hard being pregnant but it was worth it. Is what you'd say.

Izuku could never forget the moment you had his baby. Those were the absolute happiest moments in his life, no doubt about it. Watching his baby leave from your birth canal, he seen the way you screamed in agony with the final push. He was so mesmerized by it all, his wife just gave birth to his... beautiful babygirl.

“congratulations, mr and mrs midoriya, it's a girl.”

When the doctors gave you your baby, he watched closely as she stopped crying immediately at the contact of your skin, your soft voice shushing her sounds away, he pleas and cries powering down as she calmer herself. Its like you were a magical being, izuku was so enamoured with it, with you. With his new baby.

Holding her for the first time was his dream, it was even better than he could've possibly imagined. He sighed and tried to hold back tears, yet they fell asleep if a water faucet was left on, he sniffled and hiccupped as he tried to hold her closely, he took off his shirt so she could feel that skin to skin contact that babies are supposed to love. He read a book about parenting, of course the book would've been better for you to read because it was how to prepare for child birth but either way; it worked.

This moment, truly was the happiest one yet; but as life does. It moves on. And before he knew it 6 years had passed, you're beautiful babygirl was in first grade! She was making friends learning a lot and laughing and playing like kids her age should. She loved the outdoors and loved animals, she enjoyed small things like butterflies and rabbits. She was such a vibrant little girl, a splitting image from izuku too, mind the couple of genetics of yours that had shined through. Izuku loved his girls so much, watching the way you two played together, when you did her hair, read to her, his favorite thing of all was to watch you to crochet.

It was so calming, you would hold her close and show her carefully how to apply the yarn, teaching her how to swap colors smoothly and humming gently to her. Izuku watched you both closely, he's a very observant man, with that being said watching his girls was hos favorite thing to do. It's like you two were a show he could never get tired of, a program that was played just for him.

Izuku was a pro now and as much as he loved you both, he had a job to do. One that he couldn't fail, it ate him away that hr couldn't just sit with his girls all day long. Listen to little stories his baby has to share about her day at school. As much as he disliked it, he would even love to listen to his wife rant on and on about a little dream she had the other night, how the washer was in the kitchen instead of the laundry room and looked like an oven instead. Such odd dreams you had.

Izuku hadn't even realized it, but he had been spending more and more time at his agency, accidentally sleeping there and coming home 4 hours before he had to go back up there. It was tiring, he was tired, yet he had a job to do. And he wouldn't fail. You two started seeing less of him, it saddened your daughter deeply yet you tried to remind her constantly that he is a hero, and heroes have jobs to do. She would nod and give you a smile still laced with disappointment, sadness.

What really pissed you off was when he promised your little girl he'd be there for her science fair, yet didn't show. She won and everything, he promised her he'd help with making it. Whoops he couldn't do that because he was working. No matter! He apologized so you both just slid it off. However this was the last straw for you. Driving home you were furious, seeing your little girl in the mirror with a frown as she fiddled with her ribbon.

You stayed up late that night. Assuring that you'd catch him, and once you did you two argued. Which is something you'd never done, of course you two would bicker and disagree on things, but this was unlike those times. You were both yelling and had possibly woken up your daughter, but neither of you could care. Too blinded by your own fury, you had banished him and he left without a word. Without a second thought, without looking back.

“ I wish I looked back.... I wish I would've apologized, I wish I could've been there when she needed me; when they needed me... ”

That was the last time he'd seen you alive.

It was a normal day for the most part, besides the fact that you two had argued two nights before and hasn't spoken since. Izuku hadn't seen his daughter nor spoken to her either, it was eating away at him but he didn't have time to focus on that right now.. he was getting a signal from one of his sidekicks out on patrol.

“ deku! We need you! There's been an accident! There's a huge fire breathing villain who's trapped a woman and her daughter!”

A woman and her daughter.... That had to be a coincidence. It was, it had to be. Tons of people have daughters and just so happen to be women as well. Hell, he bets it's not even her daughter!!

“its- it's your wife...”

A loud scream was heard on the sidekicks line, izuku was terrified, he moved without even thinning jumping out of the nearest window zooming through the air trying to reach you. So many things going through his mind, why were you out? What were you doing? You never go out, why now! Why was his daughter there?

He was trying his damnedest to reach you, he couldn't help but feel like time was slowing down. Like he wasn't fast enough, meanwhile in actuality he was moving faster than the speed of sound. So why wasn't he there yet? He groaned in annoyance at this, he couldn't shake the terrible shrieking sound that came from the other line.. it terrified him.

“ come in! Is everything alright?! What's the situation?! ”

“i...”

“ what?! what is it, spit it out?! ”

“ I'm sorry... ”

Sorry? Sorry for what? Why the hell was he saying sorry? The only question izuku could find himself wondering. Upon arriving he sees people running, fire burning everywhere and debris filling the air, he coughed through the smoke putting on his mask and zooming through the thick fog. He found his sidekick, no wonder his voice was so hoarse and dry, he had collapsed and passed out. Izuku took him to the nearby ambulance that was present before going back through the smoke to find you.

Other heroes were arriving on scene and searching for other civilians, trying to get them out while others tried taking down the villain, he was huge and was not going down without a fight. Izuku couldn't even try to worry about the villain, you and his daughter were his main focus.

“ daddy! Please help us! ”

The sound of his daughter wailing with a cracky voice, it shattered his heart he followed the sound of crying until he found the two of you, your daughter by your side holding your arm tears falling down her reddened cheeks, she was dirty and covered and muck. She also just so happened to be covered in...blood.

“ princess... what.. what happened.. ”

His daughter ran into his arms bursting into even more tears hiccuping and sobbing. Her cries were loud and full of sadness anyone within a mile radius could tell and even hear, izuku picked you up in his arms not even taking the time to assure you were okay, not checking a pulse or to see if you were breathing. He just swooped you up in his arms bridal style and had his daughter on his back, telling her to cover her mouth. He zoomed through the smoke and handed you both over to the ambulance, they were quick to ail you both.

Izuku was soon to go help the other heroes in scene but first he looked back to you, to see them giving you air and performing CPR, his eyes widened and just as he was about to go back over to you, he tried to rush to your side before being caught by none other than..

“ deku, c'mon we need you. ”

“ kach- erm- dynamite. I can't, I have to— ”

“ come. on. ”

The fiery blonde yanked the large green haired male by his suit and dragged him back into action, he thought this was for the best. Leaving your side this last time to finish slaying this beast.

The fight was over and everyone who had been injured was taken to the nearest hospitals, the villain who had caused all of this trouble was taken into custody and was going to be behind bars for a long time. During the fight people could tell izuku was letting out pent up steam on the villain, he could've killed him. He was sure of it, everyone was. He had be pulled off in order for him to stop. You were hurt and his daughter could've gotten hurt. Izuku felt the villain deserved far much worse than to be behind bars. But at least he was rotting.

Izuku went to see you in the hospital, waiting for hours on end, pacing back and forth a million things on his mind. His daughter had been released a while ago, she was fine apart from the smoke inhalation. He couldn't believe she didn't have a single scratch on her, but he was glad and very much thankful. She sat in the nearest seat taking it easy, watching izuku pace around before finally, some news..

“ mr midoriya— ”

“ what- what's going on is my wife okay?! what's the problem, can I go and see her?? ”

“ I uhm... ahem. I'm afraid I have some bad news.. Mr midoriya. ”

Izukus expression fell, his eyes widened yet his face was completely blank. His heart dropped and completely shattered at the words the doctor said to him. His daughter immediately broke down. Tears were brimming in his eyes, he was borderline shaking in his red boots. He felt bile rising in his throat, the burning sensation making tears fall. They fell and never stopped. He held his daughter close that night. Never letting her go. He was afraid if he did... She might leave him.

....

“ I see. and how does that make you feel?”

“ ... are you seriously asking me how my dead wife makes me fucking feel. ”

“ yes. It's been 9 years, you've retired from hero work and have been seeing me for quite some time yet we never seem to talk about her. ”

Fuck... 9 years had completely flown by him. He hadn't even realized.. you'd been gone for 9 years....

“ I... I.. ”

“ your daughter will be a freshman at UA this year, correct? How does that make you feel? Have you checked in with your daughter? Have you asked how she's been? How has she coped with her mother's death? ”

Izuku was speechless. 9 years had passed, he can't seem to remember much and his daughter.. the last piece of you he has, is starting school at the very high school you two met at. Where did the time go...

AN: I'm not good at angst if you can't tell, this is a shite ending and uhm I've been feeling like shit so I hope this makes you feel shitty, but in like a good way yk? I want you to feel so hurt and sad that it makes you think 'wow.. this is some good shit right here.'

[meowpupp]

Omg i had read the numbing cream price fic with puppy reader awhile ago and i had the thought of maybe puppy reader being scared to fuck price after cause she thinks he will make her numb again (im not sure if that makes sense) you dont have to do this its just a little thought i had cause im a slut for angst with smut at the end

tw:// none? price is being a tease. hickies, hybrid smut, fem reader

it's always after the more intense punishments that price feels bad. you're just so sweet and soft, he can't help it. but something about your big teary eyes as you whimper and whine around his cock twists his morals. gummy walls clenching his thick shaft tight as you cry, reduced to tears as you take it. 

but its only a couple days after that it hits price. he was a little too mean. you've been skittish, squirming away from his touch, brushing him off. its only once he has you under him, pretty body naked and exposed for him, that he realises. you're nervous, worried his punishment may be the new norm. 

instead, price hums, listening to every wobbly word. after you're done, he sighs, squeezing you gently. "Im sorry sweetheart, i was a little too mean, wasn't i?" his hand snakes down, teasing the waistband of your panties. "bet i left your poor little cunt all needy hm?"

his beard scratches your neck as he kisses your jaw. he pulls away, a hand cupping your cheek, the other next to your head to support himself. his voice is a low purr, thick with lust and greed. "what's wrong pup?" his hand trails, curling around the back of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, "words, now."

and on command, you spill. words nervous and small as you tell him how you don't want to be numb again. how your ache to feel his thick, veiny cock stretching you out. you miss the sting from when he first fills you, the fullness you feel as he rutts into you. it takes everything in him not to fuck you then and there, fill your poor neglected cunt with more cock than it can handle. but he doesn't.

his fingers dip beneath the fabric, brushing your mons. His eyes meet yours, intense, stormy blue staring into you, "want me to kiss it better?" he almost laughs at the loud, needy wine you let out, how your thighs tense as you soak your panties. your body squirms under his, hips bucking and back arching. you crave him. his thick, rough fingers. his masculine, musky scent. his deep growly voice. everything is so him, so engulfing, and he knows you need it.

price continues to tease, leaving a line of hot, sloppy kisses down your sternum, then your tummy. he takes his time, exploring every dip and curve. your body is like an art piece, something he wants to admire. price stains your skin with lovebites and hickies, marking the soft flesh as his. He leaves no inch untouched, ensuring that you feel the sharp nip of his teeth and scratch from his beard all over. 

his fingers continue to tease. his left traces your slit, fingers only dipping in deep enough to make them slick and sticky. the other pins your hips to the bed, making sure you can't escape his slow torture. he grins and laughs against your skin, the sensation sending a shiver up your spine. He can feel the dull throb of your needy cunt, how you're only getting wetter, whiner. 

"where do you need me, sweet girl?" he kisses your sternum, right between your soft tits "here?" his head tilts, waiting a moment, feigning innocence as you squirm and whine, "what about here, hm? deep in your pretty tummy? rearranging your guts?" his eyes are sharp as they watch you, burning the image of you so desperate into his mind. 

he chuckles, the sound vibrating against the sensitive skin of your pelvis. price lowers his head, taking his time. his beard scratches the inside of your thighs, breath ghosting your clothed cunt. he takes a moment to admire you. flushed and needy, legs spread for him, hands scratching at his hair as you try to pull him closer. if he could, he'd keep you like this forever. desperate for his cock, for relief from the fire in he started in your gut. 

He finally relents, kissing your clothed clit "or maybe here, hm? tell me puppy, words."

taglist; @titaniasfairy (anyone else just send an ask to my inbox or comment n I'll add you)

[neechees]

I hate when you're trying to look for references for humans who look human (& not like perfectly curated, photoshopped supermodel Barbie dolls who fit every beauty standard in the book to a Tee) and instead you get images or ads or graphics of sites trying to get you to NOT look like that.

I want a photo of someone with a hooked, large nose, not before/after photos of someone who got a rhinoplasty. I want photos of someone with a post pregnancy body with stretch marks and a saggy belly, not a graphic with tips on how to reduce it. I want a photo of a fat person in a casual pose, not an advertisement for a weight loss drink. I want a photo of someone in their 50s with wrinkles, not a site that tells me which creams can stop you from getting them. I want an aesthetic photo of someone with acne and scars, not a photo of a product that gets rid of it.

[kingkatsuki]

im having bakugou thoughts and thought i would share with you if it’s okay 🥺

bakugou with stretch marks on his body from wanting to exercise harder and gain more mass, working hard and eating his protein and getting big quick. and he gets the muscles he wants but it also comes in the form of his skin stretching on his arms and around his ass and his thighs too. he doesn’t know shit about collagen and that you need more of it in your body in order for your skin to be more elastic. that when you bulk up too quick and when your skin doesn’t catch up that it stretches and tears.

and he doesn’t like them at first, frowning at the marks that he gained from his heavy exercising. bakugou even asks if you can look for creams to help reduce the sight of them. and you don’t personally mind them but you do the research and buy a little tub online.

it’s only been two weeks since you’ve started massaging the cream onto the stretched scars of his skin, your fingers pressing into hard muscles that bring a pleasant groan out of him. “you look good, wanted you to know that.” you tell bakugou. and it’s a simple sentence but the subtle squeeze of your hand has his ears burning.

“… thanks.” he mutters but he feels a little less self conscious now.

I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS!

Also because you know he spends so much time straining his body to try and get bigger, stronger that he doesn’t actually look after it the way that he should. Taking care of your body isn’t just exercise and eating healthy, so it’s lucky that he has you to take care of him.

And his favourite part of the day is now the moment you’ll meet him just as he gets out of the shower, a towel slung low on his waist while you massage the cream into his aching muscles, focusing on the areas that have the darkest marks as you pepper kisses against them.

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

I Love Your Stretch Marks

I'm surprised I never wrote something like this sooner. It does follow one of my favorite aspects of pregnancy which is Stretch Marks! This was a fun little one to write. I honestly feel really good about how this one flowed.

Enjoy!

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Tammy had always been the skinniest girl. A cheerleader, varsity volleyball, track - no matter what it was her body was always in shape. It stayed this way all through high school until she met Russ. Now Russ didn't make her fat on purpose, they both swear it was an accident. After all, it's pretty normal to gain some weight during pregnancy, right?

But Tammy wasn't just pregnant, she hit what could very well be the lottery of pregnancies. The poor girl was heavily pregnant, she had hit the thirty-eight weeks mark. Her doctor believed the baby weighed ten pounds and three ounces. Her once skinny body had ballooned out and it didn't help her petite frame only highlighting the massive baby in her womb. Her belly was covered in stretch marks. A sight she would see every day along with her growing bump and find nothing but shame on them.

She tried all sorts of creams and treatments people would tell her to "cure" or reduce her stretch marks. None of them helped. It seemed like they only made them darker. Throughout her pregnancy amid summer. Tammy had not once gone and swam out to their community pool. She was afraid to show off her stretch marks. She saw them as disgusting, she knew Russ did too.

On one particularly hot day: when she was nearing her due date. Russ was home and decided the two of them should go and hang out at the community pool near the home. 

"Hell no. I'm not doing that?" Tammy fired at home quickly.

"Hun, it's like a hundred degrees outside. It'll be good for you and the baby." Russ said lovingly while walking towards her

Tammy was persistent, "fuck no. I'm not going out in public like this " Tammy paused thinking of an excuse to give him "I don't have any bathing suits,"

"You got plenty, put on one of your old bikini bottoms and that one sports bra that fits and you're good to go," Russ said lovingly putting his hands gently around her

"N-no I'm not doing it," Tammy persisted

"Come on babe why not?" Russ asked her

She didn't give him a reason, just persisting she didn't want to. He broke their hug and went to her closet. Pulling out her sports bra and her pair of bikini bottoms he felt would fit still. 

Russ was not convincing her. Practically begging and pleading with her to put them on. He was practically on his knees, begging her, "Come on, the water will feel amazing, we can stay as long as you want."

Rolling her eyes and groaning, she took them from his hand. She got dressed slowly. Given she had a ten-pound baby hanging around her midsection, it wasn't easy but she managed. Refusing Russ’ assistance. She used the bed to support her and give her a little help getting ready. Finally, after much annoyance, she was wearing her bikini bottoms. Slipping on her sports bra completed the ensemble Russ had pulled out for her. 

Tammy stood in front of the closet full body mirror. Her revealing attire showed off her now widened hips, her swollen milk-filled breasts spilling out of her sports bra. And of course, her huge pregnant belly riddled with stretch marks. She hated the very sight of each one. The way her fingertips swept over them dipped slightly lower showing their depth—the discoloration between her skin and the deep inlets of each mark.

Russ turned around and was mesmerized. To him, she looked stunning. The changes in her form hit all the right places for Russ. Her thighs getting bigger, her swelling breasts, those deep stretch marks. Russ was truly in love with her body more now than when they first met. The feelings it gave him, she was a woman to him. And she radiated motherly. 

Russ came up from behind her, his arms wrapping around her. Her bare skin felt his touch. The sensation of her man's touch thrilled her. Yet, quickly she extinguished the thought after she heard the word, sexy. She broke his hug, pushed him back, and yelled at him. 

"Sexy!? Me!? Look at me, Russ! I'm a goddamn whale! And I have these fucking stretch marks!!" She said in an impassioned sorrowful furry "I'm the furthest thing from sexy!!"

"What? Where is all this coming from!?" Russ asked with concern seeing her start to sob uncontrollably

Through her cries, she let out "I'm fucking fat! And gross! And, and, and you won't even touch me anymore. It shows how fucking, ugly I am!"

"Touch you… what?" Russ was so confused "I try to touch you all the time." His voice bled sympathy, "I always try to hug you, and hold you. To make you feel sexy and loved. And every time all you ever gave me was; I'm sore, I'm too tired, I'm too pregnant for this, I'm too uncomfortable to be sexy. And I'm just supposed to be okay with it."

"Liar ever since, I got fat you've never wanted to touch me.

"All I've ever wanted to do since you got pregnant was touch you." Russ shot back quickly

"You're lying!" Tammy cried

"Oh hell no I'm not. I massage the same spot for you in your sleep every night cause you moan and groan at me in your sleep. You beg me to make it stop. I take care of you because I love you."

Wiping away her tears. She remembered the night he talked about. She had gone to bed sore. But the next morning she woke up feeling limber and relieved. 

Russ continued, "I stay awake so I can look after you. Whether it's you kicking away your pillows or wanting to use a comfier pillow to support your belly." Russ walked over to her, placing his hands on her pregnant belly, "I’d gently trace my hands over your belly and I hum that song you keep thinking of."

Tammy listened as Russ carried a lousy tune to the words "Rest your head. Close to my heart. Never to part. Baby of mine."

Tammy sniffled, "You didn't. I dreamed that." She said weakly

"I did cause," Russ got down low. "I did this." He said planting a kiss on her belly, just under her belly button.

She remembers feeling it in her dream. 

Russ stood up. Wrapped her in his arms. A gentle kiss on her forehead. "You have no idea how much I love you."

Tammy could hear the sincerity in his words. Feel it in his actions. Sniffling into Russ, "Mmm mmmm mm mmmm mmm?"

"Huh?" Russ let out, petting the top of her head

Tammy pulled her face out of his chest, "Even with my stretch marks?"

"I absolutely love your stretch marks," Russ said to her

He lifted her chin to him and engaged in a passionate kiss with her. She moaned softly. Breaking away briefly. Russ let her go and got back to his knees. He put his forehead against her bare pregnant belly. His hands traced over the deep grooves in her skin made by their baby.

"I fucking love these," Russ told her earnestly

"But I feel ugly with them?" Tammy still sounded rather sad

"Ugly?" Russ asked her. "No way, these marks. They're beautiful. It says I committed to being a mommy. And I love that about you."

"But," Tammy still had her doubts. 

Russ stood up, taking her hand and putting it on his crotch. With a gentle grasp, she could feel his cock standing at full attention. Rock hard and throbbing. Tammy couldn't help but trace over its silhouette with her hand. It felt thick in her hand. She seemed almost mesmerized by the action. Her face turned bright red. "Oh fuck,"

"Proof enough," he said to her softly

She quickly pulled her hand away. Feeling a little relieved, and now slightly aroused. She nodded. She looked at him. 

"I'm sorry," she told him

She ignored Russ' response. Grabbing his wrist and bringing him over to the bed. She gathered up her pillows and sat against the bed using them to prop her up. He knew the look in her eyes. "Real quick, please." 

Russ started to go down on her. Her fingertips brushed against him until she could grab his hair. She pulled him up. "Give me dick," she told him sternly

Russ opened up his trunks letting them fall to his ankles. Rock hard and throbbing he slid her bottoms aside. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. The two were breathing heavily. Tammy moaned, feeling Russ press his cock against her lips. As easy as an exhale he penetrated Tammy. The two moaned softly. It had been a while since Tammy had felt cock in her. For Russ, she felt wonderful, tight, and rather heavy. The feeling was like a vice on his cock.

"Fuck," he said with a gentle thrust starting gently

Tammy bit her bottom lip. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Russ' thrusts got harder and he tried to push it a little deeper with each thrust. "Careful," she let out breathily moaning as she felt his cock stretching out her pussy. 

Tammy's legs were shaking.

"Fuck gonna."

"Do it!" Tammy begged him. 

She could feel his cock flaring with each thrust. Russ was tensing up. Pushing him over the edge it felt like he flooded her pussy like a fire hose. Tammy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt him release her seed. Even months down the line she loved the feeling of him cumming inside her. 

Pulling out he got one last spurt out on her belly. Tammy couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. She felt its warmth sliding down her bump. Gently she slid to the edge of the bed getting her legs back on the ground. "Better?" Russ asked while huffing

"Yeah," Tammy said giggling. "you're lucky these hormones are crazy."

"Make 'em crazier, I wanna go again," Russ responded without hesitation

Tammy couldn't help but giggle some more at him. "How about. The pool first?" She asked him

"Yeah," Russ replied

They wasted no time getting over to the community pool with the blazing sun beating down on them. Tammy wore a shawl to cover her bare skin as she headed over there. Russ carried their towels and Tammy's back. Seeing a few members of the community. Who welcomed them warmly.

Getting her sunscreen on she took off her shoal and headed over to the water. A couple of other mothers came up and talked to her asking her all kinds of questions. Russ wasn't too far from her and she put him around her. Encouraging her just to float around. Tammy felt lighter than air.

Being in the water she didn't feel the weight of her baby beating down on her. Everyone was understanding. Talking about their own experiences. Russ and Tammy stayed in the pool till beyond the fact they were pruney.  He kept her in the shady parts, especially under the shadow of a nearby tree. The two talked lovingly. Tammy felt amazing and free, much like her old self. Before her pregnancy.

Finally, as the sun was going down p, after a few hours there at the community pool. Russ and Tammy made their way home. Taking their time.

"What'd I tell ya, absolutely worth it," Russ told her

“Yeah, you did,” Tammy told him

Tammy was practically leaning against Russ during their walk. 

“I had a great time,” Tammy told Russ

“I knew you would,”

“Can we,”

“Go again?” Russ asked her, “Yeah of course”

“Oh okay, but. Um. I wasn’t talking about the pool,” she told him

Her eyes widened as she gently let out a sound of surprise. His hand groped her ass. 

“Neither was I, hun” his voice sounded so erotic to her.

She whimpered trying to hold back her smile. “Would. Would you call me mommy?”

She asked him nervously as they came to their front door.

“Why don’t we find out?” 

Tammy went right in and pulled him in. She wanted him to show her just how her motherly stretch-marked belly made him feel. A new sense of confidence as she finished out her pregnancy.

[fembrie]

saw skin bleaching cream in my mum's bathroom :/ thinking about women who've literally brought life into this world, who should be respected and revered for what their bodies are capable of, being reduced to worrying about things like discoloration and stretch marks... it's so upsetting

[burstingwithbellies]

I grunt as I put your belly down. I know you crave me but I lay on top of your belly as I bring my face close to yours. Your arms have gotten so fat you rely on funnels and straws to drink your weight gain shakes. I hold the straw restricting you from getting filled from either end. You begin to fuss but I quickly answer your question.

"I. Don't. Know." I emphasize each word with a kiss on a different chin. I kiss your nose, making your nose ring jingle. I'm about to put the funnel back in your mouth when you finally comprehend what I said.

"What? How? But you weighed me!"

"I know your weight from after the quints' birth. You spent the next year doing nothing but eat. And you had the decaplets. That was 100 pounds in baby alone." I shove the funnel back into your mouth. You moan as you eagerly suck. "I don't know your current weight. But I do know you broke the scale."

You feel my hands dig into your flesh and prop it up on a support. Your gulps become uneven as your body ripples from each thrust. Slowly your whole body is rocking back and forth. I grip you tight, dumping load after load into you.

I trace my hand over you stretch mark and cellulite riddled thighs and hips. You belly button used to pop with each pregnancy, but the decuplets broke that tradition. Your belly was so stretched out from food that it wasn't tight enough to pop. I played with your fat folds, the slapping of your belly upon itself making you ready for round two.

I climbed onto your belly again. I take the funnel out of your mouth and bring up a tray of sandwiches. You chew and swallow diligently as I feed you. I watch as the plate get reduced to nothing in a matter of minutes.

"You make such a good piggy."

"What scale?" You were determined to find out how big you are.

I roll off your belly and disappear into the small kitchen. It was not meant to make food in, only heat and ready pre-made food. I preheat the oven as I take out several frozen pizzas. I return, casually leaning againist the mountain of blubber that is your body.

"There's a scale under the bed, calibrated to ignore the bed itself. It has a limit of 1200 pounds but all it says now is 'error'. So the exact number is unknown but you're well over half a ton."

You try and feel yourself after learning this, but there's too much too much belly you can't possible feel it all. You start to pant, eager to be filled again.

I place another funnel into your mouth. This one is melted ice cream. You think back to when three scoops was too much for you. Now you can have several gallons and ask for more. And you know I mix in generous amounts of weight gain powder, making you gain even more.

"I love the weight gain formula you mix into these."

"And I love the fertility enhancers" I respond with a wink as you body begins to jiggle again.

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“And I love you ~ ! 💞 For making me your super-sized prized pig. I am living the best life ever right now!” I pat whatever I can of my belly. “After all this ice cream, could I have my dinner? After I eat whatever you’re whipping up the kitchen there. There’s so much empty room in my tummy right now, and I am famished!”

God, but I want more ~ !

“Oh, and I think I want more ice cream too! And I need you to breed me again too! I am skin and bones here, baby. Give me everything you got!” I say with stars in my eyes and salivating. You telling me that I’m probably over half a ton has really excited me and I’m looking to tip over more than a ton ;)

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A-Z Cheaters Guide to Facial Oils

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I put together this quick guide with some basic information on single-source oils used in skincare. This is not a comprehensive list of all oils used in skincare, just a list of those commonly used as single-source oils. Some oils have more abundant information than others.

As a review, single-source facial oils are used to add moisture and restore skin's natural barrier. To use, you can add a few drops to your favorite moisturizer and mix in your hands prior to application or you can use oils on their own. Simply put a few drops in your palm to warm, then apply a thin layer to skin.

Some of these oils are quite common and can be found in your average grocery store. Others might only be available from specialty retailers, health food stores, and the like. Remember to check and make sure whatever you're buying is organic and has no additives.

CLICK BELOW FOR A-Z FACIAL OILS AND THEIR PROPERTIES.

Acai

Loaded with vitamins and antioxidants

Good for aging skin

Almond

High in Vitamin E, Zinc, proteins, and potassium

Lighter than olive oil and shea butter

Absorbs easily

Can cause allergic reaction

Soothes dry, irritated skin

Good for regenerating damaged skin cells

Good for dry, acne-prone, and sensitive skin

Apricot

High in Vitamin E and fatty acids

Absorbed easily

May help soften and calm irritated, itchy skin; good for acne prone skin

Anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, anti-aging, antiseptic, and antibacterial

Argan

Good for dry, dehydrated skin

High in Vitamin A and E, monounsaturated fatty acids

May help with the appearance of wrinkles, fading scars, skin texture, and treating acne

Doesn't clog pores

Avocado

High in oleic acid, a monounsaturated fatty acid, and other essential and trace minerals

Good for dry, damaged skin

May increase sebum production

Not recommended for acne-prone skin

Can reduce pore size and remove impurities

Reverse signs of aging

Improve conditions like psoriasis and eczema

Carrot Seed

Antifungal, antibacterial, and anticancer qualities due to flavonoid content

Improves elasticity, tone, and overall appearance

Calms irritated skin; may help with eczema and psoriasis

Slows signs of aging

Castor

Strong purging and detoxing properties

May help with acne; increases cell turnover

Can be drying for some skin types due to ricinoleic acid content

Chia Seed

Works well for all skin types including oily and irritated skin; especially beneficial for sensitive, inflamed, dehydrated skin

Rich with omega-3s and -6s and antioxidants

Patients suffering from xerotic eczema who used a simple cream with 4% chia seed oil for eight weeks found significant relief

Decreases transepidermal water loss

Do not use if allergic to chia seeds

Coconut

Available in two forms: solid or liquid

Do not use refined coconut oil on skin

Absorbs easily

High in Vitamin E and K, fatty acids, and polyphenols

Antifungal, anti-inflammatory, and antibacterial properties

Not good for those with acne

Stimulates collagen production

Evening Primrose

Good for aging skin

Promotes elasticity, anti-inflammatory, enhances skin's cellular structure

Helps lighten skin and reduce hyperpigmentation

May help with acne and balancing hormones when taken orally; often used in menopausal women

Grapeseed

High in Vitamin E, fatty acids

Antioxidant, antimicrobial, anti-inflammatory properties

Good for oily skin

Reduces redness

Helps heal acne scarring

Tones and tightens skin

Protects against sun damage

Reduces the appearance of wrinkles, stretch marks, and blemishes

Hemp Seed

Good for oily skin

Great for dry, itchy skin, psoriasis, and eczema

Tolerated by both oily and sensitive skin

Can help balance oil production

Reduces redness and inflammation caused by acne

Jojoba

Good for dry, dehydrated skin

Technically a wax, not an oil

Mimics skin's sebum (natural oils)

May help reduce oil-production in oily skin, basically by tricking it into thinking it's produced enough; can make a good acne treatment

Absorbed easily

Doesn't clog pores

Marula

Good for dry, dehydrated skin

High in antioxidants

Protects from environmental toxins

Reduces signs of aging and sun damage

Soothing for all skin types

Olive

Slightly heavier moisturizer

Typically doesn't trigger allergic reactions

Can cause/worsen atopic dermatitis for some

High in Vitamins A (natural retinoid), D, E, and K; fatty acids and plant sterols

Antioxidant-rich

Smooths skin texture

Reduces signs of aging, inflammation, and redness

Heals dry skin

Pumpkin Seed

Good for oily skin

Has DHT-blocking properties

Rich in zinc and selenium

Great for fighting acne-causing bacteria

Low chance of clogging pores

Increases firmness

Rosehip

High in Vitamin A (natural retinoid) and C, fatty acids, and other antioxidants

Recommended for sensitive skin, anti-aging

Possible use for eczema

Good for oily, dry, damaged, mature, and irritated skin

May help reverse the effects of sun damage

Improves skin texture

Helps with signs of aging, stretch marks, scars, and hyperpigmentation

Safflower

High in linoleic acid

Great at treating blackheads and other skin impurities

Sesame Seed

Promotes wound healing

Kills acne-causing bacteria

Has great antibacterial properties

Protects against sun damage

Helps skin texture and overall appearance

Allergen risk

Shea Oil/Butter

Available in two forms: solid or liquid

Excellent moisturizer; highly protective against rough skin during dry, cold months

Reduces inflammation; soothes distressed skin

Sunflower Seed

Absorbed easily

High in Vitamin E

Protects skin barrier

Antimicrobial properties

Doesn't cause/worsen atopic dermatitis

Good for irritated skin

Good for most skin types

Balances, moisturizes, and fights signs of aging

Squalane

Lightweight

Derived from sugarcane

Good for sensitive skin

Absorbs easily

Tamanu

Comes from a tree in the pine/evergreen family; strong, pine-like scent

Amazing healing properties

Great for acne spot treatment, healing and fading acne scars

Can be used to fade other types of scarring as well

Good for delicate skin