#preg fluff

This one took me way back to something I had almost forgotten about. A little bit of a past relationship that was from a more innocent time in my life. Anyways, enough about that I hope you all enjoy this!

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Margo sat on the couch TV playing in the background. The volume was set rather low but not silent. Her eyes were heavy, it was late. She was already in her nightgown ready to go to bed. The twins inside her womb kept her weighed down. She was too weak to move. She sat there almost uncomfortably, constantly moving and adjusting her position and weight.

Margo was a big girl. Her rather plump shape was that of a slightly bottom-heavy hourglass. That was not to say that her bust was small, her pair of double D’s were already swollen with milk and spilling her nighty, which was supposed to be two sizes up from her last measurement of thirty-eight double D’s. She was considerably plump well before Chris put their twins inside her. Her pregnancy only seemed to augment this image of her.

Chris would often compliment her large girthy hips and waist hidden between a little big of a backfold. It was something she often looked forward to. He knew her so well. How to talk to her, how to treat her. The once confident and self-reliant Margo would turn into a cinnamon roll at Chris’s slightest touch.

The constant of her personality was her bratty stubbornness. Which was well and truly on display tonight. She was exhausted yet she refused to go to bed just yet

She didn't want to sleep without Chris. She only liked falling asleep next to his naked body being his little spoon. His left arm under her neck, his right arm patting her huge ass, their bodies pressed against each other. Feeling his cock squished against her ass cheeks. She felt like it wasn't truly a good night's sleep unless she was in that exact position down to the letter. Like she had many times before she stayed up. Forcing herself away and waiting for him.

It was getting late. The eleven o'clock news came on. She was usually asleep by this point. She looked at her phone for what felt like the thousandth time. She knew Her husband, Chris, was working late. All Margo wanted was for him to be home.

In a text from earlier that day, Chris told her he'd be home late, closer to midnight. Margo huffed, setting her phone down again. Chris had been gone all day and she craved his touch. She wanted to feel his presence next to her.

The twins were calm. She hadn't felt them playing in hours. She liked to imagine they were dreaming right now. She stared down at her pregnant belly. She had grown so much in the last few months. The stretch Chriss were obvious as they booked through the slit down the front of her nighty. She carefully put her hand on her bump. Feeling the warmth under her palm.

She closed her eyes for just a moment. Yet that moment felt like hours. She felt relief from her heavy eyelids. A gentle sigh, a deep breath in. She pictured Chris coming through the door. Margo imagined she'd shoot right up and rush over to him, groping him gently as he came through the door. She pictured Chris being happy to see her and they'd go to bed where he'd hold her closely. Keeping her pinned as his little little spoon. She'd have a big smile from ear to ear. This was what she wanted, and didn't wanna sleep without him or that wonderful feeling.

She opened her eyes. It had barely been a minute, the news was still talking about the same news story. The minutes continued to tick by.

Again Margo picked up her phone. No new messages, or notifications. She flipped through some of the photos in her camera roll. There were new photos and old pics before her pregnancy when she first started dating Chris. And some as recent as yesterday, she and Chris posing in front of her vanity mirror giving each other a sweet peck each.

It was coming, reaching eleven thirty. A light in the front window. She heard a car pull up. She perked up scooting to the edge of the couch. The lights went out and a door slammed shut. Margo got to her feet and slowly crept to the door. Familiar rustling of the front door knob, as it was flung open. Chris walked in, a tired expression on his face, his eyes lighting up when he saw her sitting there. He was remarkably thin, giving quite the contrast to Margo’s rather plump physique.

"Missy?" Chris said softly

"Welcome home sweetie She said with a drowsy slur

"What are you doing up? You should be asleep," Chris replied throwing the door shut behind him

"I couldn't," Margo said sweetly gently rubbing her eyes

"What, why not?" Chris asked

"I didn’t want to. Not without you," Margo replied

"What, no.” Chris was frustrated and between his exhaustion, his patience was rather thin “You're pregnant, the twins could be here any day. You need to get your rest."

Margo started to act bratty, "But I didn't wanna. I only want to go to sleep with you. That’s how I like it. And I’m pregnant shouldn’t I get what I want" She said to him giving her biggest puppy dog eyes.

Chris let out a frustrated sigh. Chris spun Margo around and started to nudge her in the direction of their room "Alright, come on we're going to bed,"

"Really?" She asked turning to him slightly

"Bed. Now." Chris said

But Margo saw it, his eyes said it all. She felt like he was upset with her. Chris was turning off everything, the TV, the lights, as he walked behind her towards the bedroom. She pouted as they got to the bedroom. Margo climbed in and got under the blankets. She watched as Chris stripped down. Shuffling over to his side naked. She didn’t say a word as he got right under the blanket. Chris scooted right next to her pushing his left arm under her pillow right where her neck rested.

Margo scooted back feeling his bare skin pressed against her. She could feel his flaccid dick pressing against the crack of her ass cheeks as she nuzzled against the pillow as she grabbed his hand under her pillow.

"I missed you," she murmured

Chris let out a sigh "I missed you too, sweetheart," pressing a kiss to the back of her head. "Now it's time to sleep,"

"But don't you?" Margo started

"No," Chris said with his right hand as he started to pat her ass.

He kept a steady rhythm; each pat was like a little hypnotic ticking. This was her favorite position. Being his little spoon, laying with his left arm underneath her, patting her ass, his cock between her cheeks. It is partly what led to her pregnancy in the first place.

Chris was very intimate with her likes, needs, and the shape of her body. He felt a few new stretch marks around Margo's ass. Feeling each supple ridge up and against him.

"I love you," she said with a melancholy drowsiness

"I love you too babe," he said sweetly as he kissed the back of her head again.

Margo closed her eyes and cooed sweetly as she nuzzled against her pillow. She felt relief on her eyelids again. She didn’t have to strain herself to force her eyes to stay open. Being in her favorite position, next to Chris - now she could go to sleep. Being like this, with the gentle rhythm Chris patted her plump ass acting like a metronome. Lulling her to sleep.

After just a few minutes of patting on her ass, Chris would hear Margo let out her gentle snore. She was out cold finally. Chris moved his hand up to her baby bump. The tips of his fingers rested against one of the deep grooves of her stretch Chriss. He closed his eyes, "you two better not be this picky when you get here. I don't have enough limbs for three needy babies."

Chris closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

In the morning Chris was up before Margo. He had managed to get his phone and was scrolling through it. She could feel his morning wood pressing against her cheeks. Margo arched her back against his hard cock. Chris threw down his phone. Lifted his left arm putting Margo into a little choke hold. His right hand went right to her hip, pulling her into his hip with a long rough grind. Sliding his cock up the length of her crack. Margo let out a cute little moan of want and pleasure. She liked to think that he didn’t know, But Chris knew this was why it was her favorite position. Because it could often lead right into some early morning fucking.

Chris relinquished his hold. Margo cooed again, happily remarking to him, “Morning!”

“Morning babe,” Chris planted a kiss on the side of her forehead.

Oh my GOLLY I am so excited to finally share this with you. Thank you to the wonderful CinnamonBuns for this commission!! I was so, so stoked to be able to write some fanfic and play around in this world. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy pushing~

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“Please tell your daughter to stop kicking me in the ribs.”

“Ohhh, so she’s just my daughter now.”

“Yes. When she is booting me in the ribcage, she is your daughter.”

“Hm. And I suppose she’s your daughter when she’s being sweet and still.”

“Exactly. And right now, she won’t even let me lay down!”

“Ohh.” Lilith tisked her tongue and turned toward the bed, where her husband was half reclining on his elbows. She closed her book and got out of her chair, coming over to the bed and perching on the edge nearby her dear Lucifer. “Here, let me see if she’ll calm down for me…”

“She always calms down for you.” Lucifer mumbled, shifting his weight onto one elbow and pushing his freed hand through his hair. The two of them stared down at his rounded, swollen belly, pushing out the clean white shirt he was wearing and making his trousers slide down a bit. 

Lilith couldn’t help but smile as she scooted closer and laid her hands on either side of her love’s belly, rubbing a bit at the exposed skin with one thumb. Lucifer was always so warm, and carrying their little one made his skin even warmer. Taking in a breath, she began to hum, a soft, low, and gentle tune that she liked to use as a lullaby.