Rugrats | S01e03 “At The Movies”

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We have five kids under six, and all of them breastfeed, some of them constantly. I stay naked because even though the snow rages outside, the house is very warm, all the time. One of your rules is that I have to keep my legs wide open whenever I’m in a sitting position, and that when I breastfeed, I have to be on the bed. Not so it’s easier on the kids, but so you can lay me down and rape your seed into me even more. Today, you decide that it’s time to put some extra effort into it because the youngest is nearly ten months old, and it’s been too long since I was pregnant. You stay home from work and rape your seed in me a few times an hour. I’m not allowed to say no. Pretty soon, babies six and seven on the way.

an under-appreciated view.

Clitoral Stimulation During Labor

I have had a couple of questions about my use of clitoral stimulation as coping mechanism during labor.  While it is a coping mechanism, for me it’s much more than that.  To me labor and birth are the collimation of sex - it’s the ultimate outcome of sex.  You are, through your body, giving independent life to a child created by an act of love - sex that is.  To me labor and birth are incredibly sexual events.  Clitoral stimulation is only natural - it’s the way for your body to release the tension of labor in a most natural, beautiful, and enjoyable way.

I used clitoral stimulation during each of my three homebirths.  During the last one I think I has about 6 orgasms.  So how did I do it?  Well, I either pleasured myself, or (the better way!) either my husband or my midwife “assisted”.

When I pleasured myself, I pictured my body opening up.  I thought of the baby forcing me open and stretching me wide. I pictured the baby passing through my vagina - my birth canal - and stretching my labia in a painfully but oh so pleasurable burn. I rubbed my clit, and as I realized that soon I would be giving birth.  The orgasms were amazing.

Even better, though, was my husband or my midwife stimulating me.  I would lay back, with my eyes closed, and experience the sensations.  This was part of the labor process - the people closest to me helping me relax and open my body. These were the best orgasms. During my last homebirth (the twins) my husband was wearing a pair of gym shorts (I was naked) and I could see his erection as he rubbed my clit.  OMG I wanted to fuck him right then! The ones by my midwife were even more intense than the ones by my husband.  I loved her touch.  There is something taboo, even ethically questionable, about he touch at the time but to me it was pure beauty. Yes, I had been intimate with her before the labors but this was different. The raw sexuality of her touch match with the pure sexuality of labor. I am getting myself so wet right now just thinking of it. MMMM.

Of course clitoral stimulation during labor may not be for everyone. It’s almost impossible or at least difficult to do during a hospital birth because of the lack of privacy. However, another good method (that you can do at the hospital) is simple kissing and touching.  Human touch and affection are so calming during labor, and really make for better birth experience.So open your mind, explore your body, and enjoy your birth!

I’m pretty when I cry ☁️

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pairing: sub!beomgyu/afab soft dom!reader

summary: you peg gyu for the first time <3

warnings: pegging, anal fingering (m. recieving), i think that’s it??

taglist: @yunsangoveryonder​ (let me know if you want to be added!)

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hiii!! can I request jungkook and reader trying out cockwarming and jk absolutely loving it and now has to do it every night to stay close to y/n? or something like that lol

Not me trying to figure out what positions would work best for this lmao. Warning for nsfw content ahead!!

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It’s become habit at this point. If there’s enough time for it, Jungkook has you sitting pretty on his cock. It doesn’t matter when it is, if it’s possible then it’s probably happening; you can’t complain.

Most of the time it’s later at night after you’ve both arrived home from work, tired and ready to relax. It’s not long before both of you are stripped down on the couch, Jungkook maneuvering you to lay on your side in front of him, pussy spread around his half hard dick. It’s not really about fucking, not most of the time.

“Comfy baby?” Surprisingly, you are. Feeling him inside you, being so close to one another had become one of your favorite things. It’s intimate, not quite like sex but close enough. You nod whitely to him, eating it up as his strong arms wrap around you snuggly, your naked back pressing against his bare front.

“Good, wanna be close to you.” And he is, skin to skin, practically wrapped up in each other. It’s probably not possible for you to melt any further into him. What is possible though is for you to drift off, warm and safe in his arms.

“Sleep well baby…”

[🫀] / so close, yet so far.

— synopsis: you come to a realization about the love you have for Izogie.

— pairing: Izogie x black!fem!reader.

— author’s note: to me, the story is a bit sad but i still hope you’re able to enjoy reading it. thank you.

a slap to the face.

that’s what it had felt like when you heard Izogie utter those words to Nawi.

“love makes you weak.. i will be miganon one day. you cannot have both.”

it was on the night of the blood oath. the new trainees were sworn in with the rest of the agojie soldiers, officially merging them into one. the ceremony had ended a while ago but the line to the bathhouse was still lengthy. nevertheless, you didn’t mind waiting.

while looking for a quiet place to rest, you spotted the pair. they were tucked away in a small section of the palace. orange light from candles illuminating the space, as well as their bodies.

they hadn’t noticed you so all you could do was watch from afar.

watch as Izogie’s slender fingers were braiding Nawi’s hair swiftly but gently. sometimes, she would dip them in a small clay pot that held oil and continue. you could also hear that mocking tone of hers as Nawi talked about meeting a man in the jungle.

it all felt intimate.

almost as if you were watching a moment in time that was meant for them and only them.

suddenly, you found yourself feeling envious. once again, for the millionth time in these past couple months, you wished you were Nawi.

the girl who seemed destined to be a soldier.

sure during training days Nawi struggled a lot, but you could always see the zeal in her eyes. the eagerness in her steps and her hunger to learn. even though her determination often landed her in trouble, you could tell Izogie took a liking to her.

but you weren’t like her.

to say you didn’t have a grasp on being a soldier would be a huge understatement. the trainings seemed too rigorous for your body and you couldn’t succeed at hand to hand combat so you were never allowed to train with any weapons.

maybe that was why you could never get Izogie’s attention. at least not in a positive way.

you recalled the times you and the other trainees would run for miles around the outskirts of Dahomey. Izogie watched as you had came in last every time and she couldn’t even look you in your eyes.

her jaw clenched as you apologized and promised to do better, only for her to scold you in front of everyone and send you to wash up as the others continued to train.

it took everything in you not to cry each time. you were trying, truly. but it all seemed futile.

then, you found a friend in Fumbe. she arrived a bit earlier than Nawi but she resembled you a lot. for a while, you both struggled together and found a lot of relief in that.

but soon, even Fumbe surpassed you.

on the day of the final test to be a part of the agojie, you had failed. and you were the only one.

that day was one you would give anything to forget but it remained ingrained in your mind. it was the most humiliated you had ever been in your entire life and it happened in front of everyone.

including Izogie.

as tears streamed down your face, you could vividly remember the wide range of emotions her face displayed when King Ghezo announced you as the only person who lost.

shock, confusion, anger.

in that moment, you knew it was all over. your luck had finally run out. whoever failed to pass was sentenced to leaving the palace, never to return. you couldn’t even begin to think of where you would go.

you looked at Izogie who met your eyes for a brief moment before turning on her heel to speak with Nanisca and Amenza. all the other trainees stared at you, disbelief on their faces. meanwhile, Nawi was running over to join the three in their conversation.

by nightfall, you were getting ready to depart when Nanisca informed you that you wouldn’t be leaving.

apparently, Nawi had talked up a storm about how Dahomey couldn’t just abandon one of their sisters and since King Ghezo was in a good mood, they had a change of heart.

but since the test, Izogie refused to acknowledge you at all. you figured it was the ancestors’ way of punishing you for failing and you were willing to accept it, as long as you could still see her from afar.

as the days went by though, her treatment towards you became mentally painful. she only spoke to you when absolutely necessary and her sentences were short and curt. it also didn’t help that you all lived on the same grounds. you had to bare witness to her avoidance of you everyday.

when Izogie was with Nawi though, she called her by nicknames, teased her easily, let her touch her nails.

it hurt.

seeing all of that.

and then, tonight happened. you weren’t allowed to take the blood oath.

all you could simply do was watch.

and to add more salt to your wounds, here she was telling Nawi that she had no interest in love.

it made you feel like a fool.

you felt pathetic.

of course Izogie wasn’t focused on love. she was another soldier here destined for greatness. everyone admired her not just for her fighting skills, but also for her ability to balance strictness and care. she was well respected by many so why?

why did you ever think someone like her would be interested in someone like you?

it was all too much on your mental. the one time you decided to open up your heart to love, you chose to fall for the most unattainable person in Dahomey.

but maybe you always knew.

that it wouldn’t work out between you two.

it was a thought that would run through your head constantly but you buried it in the back of your mind because you had hope.

Izogie had a way of making everything seem like it was possible to achieve and for once, you dared to believe.

because when you thought of her, your heart pounded faster and harder than normal. desire ran through your veins like adrenaline. your eyes only wanted to meet hers. your ears only wanted to hear her, and your mind wanted nothing more than to feel her hands on your body and her lips on yours.

but her words were like a slap to the face.

a slap that reminded you to wake up to reality.

slowly but quickly, you backed away from the space, heading anywhere else but there.

Izogie was still braiding Nawi’s hair and they still talked amongst themselves.

a lump began to form in your throat as your tears fell.

the end.

[🫀] / so close, yet so far — extended scene.

“i will be miganon one day. you cannot have both.”

this was a painful realization that Izogie had came to a long time ago and yet, the thought of not being able to express and receive love stung her deeply.

Nawi tilts her head upwards and questions.

“will that be enough?”

Izogie’s eyes stare far off into the distance.

“it has to be.”

the younger girl furrows her eyebrows as she stares at a candlelight.

“Izogie, you cannot make me believe that you have completely closed your heart off to love.”

“and why is that?”

“i’ve seen the way you avoid her.”

the soon to be commander freezes, her shoulders immediately tense.

the one thing she had so desperately wished to keep to herself was not only known by another, it was just thrown into the wind without caution.

Izogie found herself holding her breath.

she continues braiding, eyes on Nawi’s scalp.

“i don’t know who or what you’re talking about.”

Nawi’s head shoots up, annoying her even more.

“the trainee who lost the final test. aren’t you in lov-.”

Izogie’s jaw clenches as she looks into Nawi’s eyes.

“tsetse, i want you to choose your next words very wisely.”

Nawi slowly lowers her head and they continue on her hair. They sit in silence for a while before the younger speaks again.

“why do you hide and deny your feelings for her? is it not tiring?”

Izogie straightens her posture, shoulders more wide.

“you’re buzzing around again. i have no feelings for the girl you speak of.”

“then why do you not acknowledge her? at first, i thought she had offended you but..”

“but what?”

Nawi thinks hard about what to say.

“your actions have another meaning to them.”

Izogie looks at Nawi for a while.

“explain.”

“remember when we used to run for miles as part of our training?”

“what does that have to do with anything?”

“you always punished the last five people by having them run an extra mile but you never did that with her. she always came last but you yelled at her so much about her poor performance then sent her off.”

“her performance was poor.”

“you wanted her to rest, didn’t you?”

Izogie stops braiding.

“i remember wondering why you were always so upset with her specifically but you were putting on a show, right?”

Nawi looks up at her and continues.

“yelling and kicking her out was the only way you could keep her from training without the others thinking you had a favorite.”

Izogie says nothing for a while. no witty remarks, or sarcastic comments. she only looks at Nawi.

“go on.”

“hmm?”

“what else have you noticed, tsetse?”

Nawi fully sits up in her seat, the side of her hair still unbraided but long forgotten.

“the day of the final test.”

Izogie’s tongue pokes the inside of her mouth as she scoffs.

“after the announcement was made and you were talking to Nanisca and Amenza, your face showed something i had never seen before.”

“what?”

“fear.”

the conversation was now getting too personal and Izogie wanted to put a stop to it. the feeling of vulnerability was spreading through her and it was making her sick. she wanted to tell Nawi to never speak of this to another soul. she needed a swig of whiskey, but the younger was still talking.

“i remember her coming up to me the next day, thanking me. she was beyond grateful to me and i didn’t know why. King Ghezo had called a private meeting to discuss her situation but you, Nanisca and Amenza wouldn’t allow me to enter.”

Izogie averts her gaze. suddenly, the orange hue of the palace grounds were more interesting to look at.

“you begged them to let her stay, right?”

Izogie says nothing, eyes still.

“they would’ve kicked her out without question but you must’ve advocated for her. you’re one of our best fighters and next in line to be commander. the king would’ve listened to you.”

the older still says nothing and Nawi gets worried.

“I’m sorry. i hope i have not overstepped my boundaries.”

a half-hearted smile forms on Izogie’s face as she looks back to Nawi.

“you’re really not that dumb.”

Nawi’s eyes widens. “you’re not denying it anymore. you’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

a small laugh bubbles from Izogie’s chest as she saw the excitement on her fellow sister’s face.

“you want to know why i avoid her?”

Nawi nods her head eagerly, all ears.

“she’s a reminder of what i cannot have.”

a look of confusion spread across Nawi’s face.

“what do you mean?”

Izogie stares at the dying flame from a candle.

“ever since i joined the king’s guard, becoming general has been my number one goal. every time i look at her, i lose sight of that goal and i cannot have any distractions. not after how hard i’ve worked to get here.”

Nawi sits closer.

“Izogie, she’s not a distraction. you forget about becoming commander when you look at her because love is what your heart yearns for. we fight everyday for ourselves and for our people, but we also need more than the fighting. don’t shut her out.”

Izogie sighs.

“do you think i do not want love? i want it more than anything but i cannot lead the agojie well if i still have feelings for her.”

“why not?”

“because i cannot have peace of mind when we have to step into a battlefield. i will worry about her more than the rest of you and that is not fair. when she struggles in training, i cannot have the heart to punish her or make her continue and that is not fair. when i think i may never see her again, i cannot have the strength to part ways and i—.”

Izogie pauses, her face contorting into that of pain.

Nawi is stunned, as if she herself had just came to a realization.

“you think she would be your only weakness as a leader.”

Izogie swallows hardly, blinking away the tears that pool around her eyes.

“now you understand, tsetse. i will be miganon one day. she’s the reason i cannot have both.”

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.