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These are still two of my favourite fantasies...
Yet, thanks to The First Omen, Immaculate and The Devil's conspiracy, a new fantasy is taking the top spot.
I've been kidnapped and being held prisoner in a convent (alternatively, I was brought there against my will or was an orphan raised there). Artificially inseminated (could be medically or even Rosemary's baby-esque with an alter and surrounded by religious figures) I'm forced to carry either the Antichrist or a new Messiah, forced to endure the pregnancy and subsequencially the birth under the watchful eyes of nuns and priests who care nothing for me and see me as merely a vessel.
There is something so terrifying and fascinating when cults meet religion meet science and medicine.
#horror#fantasy#pregnancy#birth#dark#forcedpregnancy#medfet#birthing#rp idea#medical impregnation#artifical insemination
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The eye of the hurricane. I like to think Cassandra sometimes called the brothers by the nicknames their dad used, given they were probably pretty close before his passing.
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Man oh man, this one was way messier and off model than my last few updates but whatever, we got to keep this ball rolling! Life's been crazy so I've had to take some unwanted breaks in between updates. Thanks everyone for your patience as always!
One thing I wanted in this flashback was to really get a sense of how the brothers worked as an experienced team with Leo at the helm as a proper leader. It's something we never got to see much of in Rise and I felt it was important to include since half the team is already gone by the time of Replica. Team Dynamics Ted Talk under the cut!
We know from Casey Jr that Leo stressed the importance of listening to your team. A big part of that also means knowing how to communicate with them in general.
With Michelangelo, he keeps it short and succinct, trusting his brother to know what he's doing when in his element. This trust goes a long way with Mikey, having spent years of his youth as the baby striving for the respect he felt he deserved. Leo knows it's best to not bog Mikey down with details, allowing him to improvise as needed. This unspoken freedom has only grown over time as Mikey has dipped deeper into spiritual arts that, frankly, go completely over Leo's head.
The greatest sacrifice Leo has ever made was read Donnie's Big Book of Bad Guy Codes. While he doesn't remember ALL the numbers, he has memorized the ones that matter and it has helped tremendously in avoiding miscommunication with his genius brother. More importantly it silenced any of Donnie's usual belly-aching. As Leo's "twin"/"equal" the two still butt heads from time to time. Donnie respects his brother's authority (mostly) but will still push the boundaries of what he's allowed on a semi-regular basis. Give Donnie an inch and he will take the mile and then find a loop hole that allows him to go twenty miles more. This is partially due to him often being the one left behind at HQ, making the turtle just a TAD stir crazy. Leo does his best to keep him in line regardless.
Big brother Raph will forever and always be big brother to Leo. As such he holds a place of authority in Leo's heart and is someone he still regularly seeks counsel from in both the ways of leadership and more. Raph is always happy to support his younger brother and does a surprisingly good job (albeit after years of practice) of walking the line so as not to step on his brother's toes in the process. At least not since the secret of "the Key" blew up in their faces several years ago. They don't talk about that anymore. Leo is the leader now and he's done a great job in recent years as far as Raph is concerned. He trusts him to make the right call. The two have a close bond and regularly use mind meld to quickly communicate rather than speak ...this will be important to remember for the future.
Hope that overall feeling came through for this group!
#rottmnt replica#replica#rottmnt#save rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#kathaynesart#unpause rottmnt#pregnancy#labor pain#labor#birthing#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#rise mikey#rise donnie#rise raph#profanity#is cooch profanity?#I don't know I just found it funny
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i want you to wake up to this view everyday, the perfect sight of your baby growing in my belly, getting a little bigger each day…i want to feel your hands all over the warm taught skin, then up to my pillowy soft breasts that are already leaking milk, ready for our baby <3
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Fuck her noises are making me so wet. I just wish you could see her pussy better.
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Car baby
DadHusband!SimonRiley x PregnantWife!Reader (afab)
Summary: A couple days after your due date, your water broke but you persisted to stay at home while you had the opportunity to - even though Simon hated the idea. And because of that, you are now having the baby. On the way to the hospital.
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word count: around 1.2k
cw: pregnancy, depictions of intense pain - a little blood, bad language, dangerous driving, car birth.
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sorry if they’re spelling mistakes, i didn’t go through it properly properly. kinda lost it at the end, but enjoy !
“Hold on— bloody hell, woman.”
One minute you were trying to rest on the settee with a warm tea in your grasp. And the next, you were hunched over mumbling in pain. The tea had jolted from your hand and split over the carpet.
“..fuuck!” Your voice a sharp groan as his arms quickly found way under your own.
“We should’ve gone to the hospital..”
No, he wasn’t scolding you but Simon was a little irritated at the fact your persistence had come to this. In labour in your own home, which wasn’t that ideal.
A wavering whimper left your lips, your fingers curling tightly into his muscle as he gently lifted your pregnant body up.
“Lovie, s’alright just hold onto me. And breathe.”
“Isn’t breathing what I’m doing?!”
“Not exactly, more like whinin’ your guts out.”
The burly man took most of your weight, leading you quickly to the car that sat outside on the drive with duffel bags already stocked for the trip. But it shocked you to think it was all happening now.
Simon didn’t even think to put a towel down before seating you in the car, but everything was going on at a rapid pace he had forgotten.
Once you were sat he did the seatbelt for you before closing the door and rushing to the driver’s side.
“We’ll get to the hospital. All will be fine ‘oney.”
As if he wasn’t shitting his pants right there and then.
Getting in the car, it didn’t take long for you to be pushed back into your seat by an invisible force. It kinda took the breath out of you.
But so was the baby that was literally about to pop out.
“Shit— I know we’re in a rush-” Your voice strained, followed by your brows knitting together. “But slow down!”
Of course Simon didn’t listen. However he did look back and forth at your rounded stomach quite a couple of times. The last thing you would’ve wanted right now was to be caught in an accident.
A harsher surge of pain had swept through your back and lower stomach all the way to the disc of your spine, causing you to choke on a loose sob as your hand took a vice-like grip on Simon’s arm. He cursed something under your moans.
He focused on trying to get there safely, but on a condition that he could cut down on minutes.
As cars swerved out of the way of your oncoming vehicle, which was not going to stop, you held onto him for dear life.
Pretty sure there’s bound to be a bruise on his bicep after this.
“Simon, I think I’m bleeding!”
Your cry of words is what snapped 3 quarters of his attention to you. The poor man’s head was on a swivel, returning between both you and the road.
He stuck his hand out and placed it on your bare thigh.
“Hell- is that normal?!”
“I don’t think so!” Your pained moans were swapped with pained cries.
It was making Simon feel sick. Not because you were bleeding, no, but because of the immense pain you were feeling and not being able to do a thing about it apart from reassure you.
A soft hand of yours snaked down below your pants.
Touch.
Take out.
Red. A lot of red.
God the sight could’ve made both you and Simon faint.
“Christ.” A mutter under his cold breath.
He rubbed his toughened hand up and down your thigh, adding pressure as he steered with the other.
“Don’t worry love, we’re pulling over..”
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Your cries of agony were deafening over the hushed woman’s voice of an ambulance emergency operator.
It was almost embarrassing, but fairs to you, a newborn was making itself known.
Simon was on your side out of the car, listening to what the woman was telling him to do.
‘Have you got towels?’
“Uh yes, in the back.”
‘Use those for the baby when it’s out.’
“..alright.”
‘Is this her first?’
“Yes—”
Another one of your screams. But it seemed to have supported her next instruction.
‘When you are pushing honey, you need to push for 6 seconds, then take a 10 second breather okay?’
“..okay.” The word wobbled from your lips.
Simon took your hand and placed another on your bent knee. Props to you, you were doing this without a damn epidural.
There was blood literally everywhere, all down your thighs and hands, even on Simon. But he really couldn’t care less.
Your grip tightened as you pushed, feeling the sharp tense radiate through your core as you felt tension building up.
“..keep pushing love.” Simon grunted uneasily, wincing a little at the deathly grip of your hand interlocked with his. “Fuck that’s hard—”
‘Breathe 10 seconds..’
‘Then push again.’
God, you were pushing and pushing. If only tough Simon could experience this, my, would it be brilliant.
As you pushed you felt the tight head of the baby force itself out, followed by a sense of relief and loose pressure.
“The heads out!..” Simon said in quite excited tone, pulling a wonky confused face from you. But it was nice to see Simon show such enthusiasm.
‘Good. Just keep pushing mama, the baby’ll be out in no time.’
All that was coming out of your mouth was just endless cries of pain and weakened mumbles of suffering. It was making Simon feel ill again.
“..jesus— the shoulders on this thing—ah!”
..‘this thing’ was the baby.
“Just the shoulders.. and the baby will be out. Alright lovie?” He kissed you on the head.
You gave a loose nod, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, and tears staining your peachy cheeks that were washed away with Simon’s thumb.
He then got towels, as the operator had told him to, ready to catch the baby when it slips out. You couldn’t help but feel a little violated of your space, but the man’s seen it all before sooo.
You pushed, along with the woman’s voice through the phone on the dashboard and Simon’s little but effective encouragement. Christ, the tension was too powerful, were you tearing or something?
But it wasn’t too long, before it felt like you had been emptied from the inside out. The relief.
“It’s out— the baby’s out!” Simon called, a small smile plastered along his face. That was something you almost never saw in a while. Sarcasm by the way.
‘Put it bare on the mother’s chest, pat its back until you hear a cry.’
He did as he was told and used the towel to gently place the baby on the unclothed part of your chest, his brows furrowing a little at the fact that for it to be alive, it needed to cry.
Your shaky hand was a bit late to lightly pat the newborn, Simon was already getting to it, but you felt so weak at the moment it was almost unbearable.
“Breathe baby. Breathe.”
The man whispered.
To you or the baby?
The silence was awfully mute, a high pitched ringing the only thing loud in your ears apart from Simon’s bated breath.
A cry.
The breaths everyone had been holding were blown as the baby announced itself to the three of you. Simon dryly chuckled. You swear you heard the operator chuckle too.
‘Congratulations Mum and Dad. Is it a boy or a girl?’
Simon’s eyes laid softly on you with your newborn, a hand on his child, and the other on your meaty thigh.
“A girl.” He said with a small smirk, kissing you again on the forehead as you looked dazed.
‘How’s the Mum?’
Worn out. Exhausted. Little light-headed. Icky. Nauseated.
“..I’m fine. I think.”
You thought it was better just to act.. okay. Although to Simon, it was obvious that you needed space, and possible to be checked over my doctors. Your bronzed gaze looked down at the pair of lidded eyes on your chest.
‘That’s good. The ambulance is nearly there to take you all to the hospital, for them to take a look at you and the baby.’
A tired sigh left your lips, your eyes heavy as your hand rested on the wailing newborn.
“..you did bloody brilliant.” The man reassured, his hand brushing away sticky strands of hair from your forehead.
Your look returned to him, searching for something in his eyes before he pecked your lips with a small kiss.
Damn. You just had a baby.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#ghost#ghost cod#call of duty#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#cod mwii#pregnancy#pregnant!reader#dad!simon riley#giving birth#birthing
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"oh my god! It hurts sooo muchhh!!" Jazlyn screeched as the baby forced it's way into her birthing canal on their way to the hospital, she felt the baby press down on in her vagina and slide itself past her cervix. Her baby was stretching her walls and forcing her to spread apart her legs in the car. She held onto her husband as her sister spread apart her legs.
Her dress made in combination with the small backseat of the car made it hard to move. She could never give birth like this!
"OWWWW! Ahhhh ohhhh Oh god it's coming I can feel it! babe help me I can't give birth like this I just can't!" She moaned and threw her head back.
Jazlyn cried out as a contraction slammed through her and forced her baby down. She knew her baby was coming, and it was coming fast whether she was prepared or not.
#giving birth#preggo kink#preggophilia#labor kink#birth kink#writing#birthing#birth#nsft#pregblr#pregnancy#preggie#pregnant#preg
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Lucy home birth || 817 words (my first story)
Lucy was fixing herself supper in her kitchen as she felt her stomach tighten and contract
“Wha-? What's going on- OW OW” she cried as her stomach contracted and she felt her baby kick before the contraction stopped. She could feel the baby moving a lot today.
“Ohhh baby, its ok,” lucy said thinking she was just having braxton hicks
For the past week she felt her stomach was hanging lower than before, Lucy didn't think much of this and just thought nothing of it, infact, she had no idea it was even a sign of oncoming labour.
She felt another contraction as she was stirring her food.
“ow-OW-OW fuck jesus christ 2 in the same hour??”
Holding her stomach, she dropped down to a squat to grab something from the lowest shelf on the pantry. That's when it happened, she felt a contraction followed by a gush of fluids between her legs. She groaned at the pain.
“No no no NO NO NOT NOW OH GODDD” she yelped as her stomach contracted and she felt the pressure of her baby pushing down on her cervix, trying to fit into her tight hole. She felt the baby squirm inside her as it tried to move further down. She beared down under the pressure using the shelf as support.
When her contraction was over she hurried over to her bed, heart racing. She knew she was in labor and her baby was coming, and it was coming fast. Another contraction rippled through her and she grabbed her belly and moaned out in pain. It was so bad, the pressure, the contractions, her baby squirming, everything hurt and she wanted to die.
She layed in her bed crying and gritting her teeth with every contraction. She thought the pain couldn't get any worse, then she felt she HAD to push.
Lucy held her legs and bore down as hard as she could. She cried and winced at the pain. She felt the baby going further down into vagina. She felt she would be torn open. She pushed with all her might and she moaned in pain at how badly the baby's massive head was stretching her tight pussy. Her legs shook as the baby slid further and further. She cried for this to stop but every jab of pain was followed by another that only got stronger and more intense and she felt her vaginal walls stretching more and more to its limits
Lucy caught her breath when the current contraction was over and spread her legs. She couldn't see the baby's head and there was no sign of it even being close to crowning. She stuck a finger inside her vagina to feel where the baby's head was at and it was just at the entrance.
She felt another contraction coming on and gripped her legs and pushed with all her might. She scrunched her face and grit her teeth to the point where they were grinding. She was determined to get this baby out and have this be over.. She could feel the head coming closer and closer. She couldnt push anymore and catched her breathe but just before she could start up the babys head slipped back in a little bit.
“Oh no no please no god- OW OW FUCKKKK” she screamed out as the worst contraction yet hit her and her whole body ached. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as the baby's head pushed against her tight opening. She groaned and moaned while she pushed as hard she could. The head came out a little and that motivated her to give it her all into bearing down. She cried as the baby's head started to crown, her pussy was hurting so bad she worried it was going to be forever ruined.
She pushed again with a contraction and the head came out a tiny bit.
“AH OW OH OH FUCK MY PUSSY, MY PUSSY BURNS AHH OWWWW” she screamed as she pushed the head into a full crown and she cried under the contractions and the burning pain. She could feel her clitoris stretch and she winced. She caught her breath once that contraction was over and in just a few short seconds another painful contraction started and she could feel the baby inside her vagina trying to get out and she groaned as she pushed. Her vagina was an angry red and her skin was stretched to the max, that's when she screamed in agony as she felt the massive head pop out with a gush of fluid all over her.
“Ok ok worst parts over now, i just gotta- AHHH OWW FUCKK” she screamed as she pushed out the first shoulder, and the next.
She grabbed her baby and pulled it out.
“hiii baby girl” she cooed in a high pitched voice as she brought her baby close to her.
#labor kink#preggophilia#preggie#pregblr#preggo kink#giving birth#birth fic#preg#birth kink#birthing#story#birth#lucywritesbirthstories
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Birth RP prompts, taken from someone in a birth group. Their post had so many great ideas.
1. labor on a plane
2. labor on a train
3. labor on a bus
4. while stuck in traffic
5. while stuck in a lift
6. while stuck at work
7. on vacation
8. stuck at home
9. planned at home
10. at a celebration / wedding
11. at an award show / gala
12. at the cinema / a play
13. while camping
14. during an important exam
15. during a sport event
16. while running errands
17. during Christmas, Easter, Halloween, etc.
18. while taking care of her other children
19. in a hospital
20. while going to the hospital
21. while being kidnapped
22. during combat.
23. during sex.
+ one baby
+ twins
+ triplets
+ big babies
ø early
ø on time
ø overdue
ø forced (pressing on the belly/ making the mother walk the stairs/ sex etc)
# baby is breech
# shoulders get stuck
# didn’t realize they were pregnant
# birth denial
# pushing baby back
– all alone
– with partner
– with friend
- with relative
– with colleague
– with someone who is also pregnant
- in pubic
– with stranger
– with a doctor
– with a controlling/ dominant/ commanding person
–other
≈ while trying to hide the pregnancy
≈ while trying to hide the labor
Labor
Induced labor (non-sexual)
Induced labor (very-sexual)
Early labor
Overdue labor
Long labor
Short labor
Moderate labor
Long contractions
Belly movements
Tight skin
Back pain
Short contractions
Soreness
Nausea/vomiting
Fevers
Carrier panic
Labor denial
Water-Breaking
Pre-labor
During labor
During sex
During birth
Slowly breaking
Fast breaking
Little fluids
Lots of fluids
Massive fluids
Water breaking on the floor
Water breaking over a towel
Water breaking on bedsheets
Waddling while water is breaking
Water breaking over the toilet
A lot of mess
A little mess
Birthing positions
On all fours
On back with legs spread out
Standing (away/towards partner)
Perching on a birthing stool
In the bathtub (away/towards partner)
In a birthing pool
On the bed
In a chair
Squatting while giving birthing (away/towards partner)
On the side
Tied up
In partners lap
Leaning onto something
on a birthing bed
The birth
Screaming
Wailing
Assisted pushing
Tearing
Fundal pressure
Hard crowning
Head sucking back in during birth
Long birth
Short birth
Moderate birth
Waddling while head is crowning
Moans
Grunts
Amniotic fluid gushing
Bearing down
Position change
Long push time
Short push time
Moderate push time
Dizziness/fainting
Breathing exercises
C section
Epidural
Head getting stuck
Shoulders getting stuck
• Giving birth to a baby that's so big, another person has to press on the belly as they push. Also works with a person who is exhausted from birth denial and needs help getting the baby out.
• When the baby drops very low and feels like it might fall out as they walk or stand.
•Having to hold the head back with their hand as they desperately try to find a safe place to give birth. This also goes well with the whole hostile situation thing.
• Being forced to work while heavily pregnant. Bonus if the work is hard and triggers labor.
• Water breaking late in birth immediately followed by overwhelming urges to push.
• Pushing when they can't or shouldn't push at all.
Hope this gives people inspiration ^.^
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I had just gave birth to a bubble filled with my own hope and wonder. Despite feeling empty after it, I was simply glad to see my reflection in that bubble. Also, I was sitting on a bear chair for some reason.
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#abortion#pro choice#pro life#reality#children#roe v. wave#roe vs. wade#men#women#birthing#regulation#real shit#true shit#united states of america#USA#united states#war on women#the reason#reasons#supreme court#abortion laws#abortion ban#current reality#reality is#in real life#twitter#tweet#she said what she said#no but seriously#no but for real
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Here massive belly deflated dramatically when all the fluid gushes as the baby comes out 🤤 added a slowed replay at the end because I’m obsessed with it!
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I wouldn’t have left the house past 39 weeks if I didn’t need to, but my Grandfathers funeral wasn’t one I was willing to compromise on. We have the hospital bag in the car, but have agreed to get in the funeral car with my family to ride over to the parlour. Which I’m already uneasy about.
It’s a rough day already, but Mom is fussing over the flowers and my Grandma is worrying that family members from overseas won’t make it, my aunt, as usual is just sat there and there’s so many things to get ready.
“I’ve got that” I sigh as I go and help my Grandma with all of her things to take “it’ll be okay, you know, I know it’s not what you want to hear but he was 98 and is resting happily now” I say as I take her into my arms, rubbing her back “I’ve got you” I whisper. “You shouldn’t even be here, you’ve got enough happening.. I don’t want to rely on you to do anything” she tears up. “I want to do whatever I can” I assure her before heading off with her bag.
“Ready?” I sigh as we head out to the car. Luckily, my wife and I have a whole area on the back row and I look at her with a sigh “I don’t know why I agreed to the obituary” I say as I rub my bump in small circles. “You’ll be amazing, you always are” she smiles.
The journey is short and sweet but as we get to the roundabout, there’s a fuss from up front. “Wo-woahhh!” The driver shouts before we all get jolted back, jerking our bodies forward as the seatbelts pull us back. My heart jumps into my throat as I feel my body being tugged and thrown. “Baby!” My wife shouts as she turns to me, checking straight away on my facial expression. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine, are you?” I ask and she nods “I’m okay.. baby okay?” She asks and I rub softly feeling a little kick and I nod “baby’s fine”.
“Everyone okay?” The driver asks and everyone is fine, but when he gets out, he sees that all of the bonnet is crushed. “Okay, I need to order a taxi for all of you, on us obviously” he sighs heading off to call them and I look at my phone checking the time “we have twenty minutes”. “It’s a ten minute walk, can we just get there? Madge?” My wife asks my Nan and she nods but I feel the heaviness in my body grow. “Baby, I don’t know” I say quietly and she nods “okay, let’s see the taxi times”.
“They won’t be here for another twenty” he explains. I just get out of the car and start walking, knowing we have no choice. “Lena!” my wife, Blair calls and I look back “come on” I sigh.
The walk is quick but painful and I feel movements in places I haven’t felt them before. We get there with a few minutes spare and I find the nearest bench, sitting straight away and putting my hair up. “I like your hair down” Gran sighs and I shake my head “too hot” I mutter. “Baby, do you need water? Anything?” Blair asks and I just shake my head. “Back rubs” I say softly letting her give me some love.
“Family?” The director addresses and I look to Blair “I need a minute, you go in..” I sigh and know I have to go in. “Come on I’ve got you” she says holding her hand out. I stand up and as I do I feel my inner thighs warm up under my dress. “My waters” I mutter, grabbing the bench “My waters just broke” I whisper and they are met with so much pain in my back, I find myself bent over the bench taking long deep breaths.
“Not now baby, not now” I whisper. “Lena! Blair! Come on” Gran demands and I look to Blair pleading for help. “Right, let’s get you in there, I know you’d kill me if I let you leave” she sighs as she supports my back, guiding me in.
We are the champions by queen plays on the speakers as I walk towards the front row, passing people who notice the flushed colour of my skin and sweat droplets on my forehead. “Let me help” Blair whispers as we get to the seats and it’s a good thing she helps because I couldn’t have got down on my own.
The service is nice and luckily, the contractions are slow and I’m able to breathe quietly through them, but one hits so hard that all I feel I can do is open my legs a little and cry so I can let some frustration out, normal in a funeral I guess. “And Lena has some words to say..” the director announces. Shit.
I fumble up to the top, standing in front of the room filled with hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances of my Grandfather. Clearing my throat as I open the paper I start to talk. “My Grandfather would be over the moon with the turn out, he always said that-“ I start well but the pain comes over me like a wave. “He said that-“ I start and find my hands gripping the stand. “He-“ I mutter before I just buckle, my knees give out and I find myself being caught by the director as he lowers me to the ground.
“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” my wife announces as she gets to the front. The pain is making me pant uncontrollably and I’m not keeping it a secret anymore. “Do the speech” I mutter to her and she shakes her head “do it, please” I cry as I lean against a wall, panting and shaking.
She stands and delivers, better than I probably would have. Everyone is distracted anyway, by me, legs parted, sweating and panting, slightly covered by the coffin. The final music starts and I look up, seeing people leave, trying to catch a glance of what I’m doing. “I’m here, I’m here” she states as she comes to my attention. “I’ve called an ambulance” a member of staff announces and I just shake my head “there’s no time”.
“It’s okay, I’ve had 3, she’s had 2” the staff member says as she comes over. “Towels, water and scissors” she demands of the director and I look to my wife, tears in my eyes “thank you for doing that” I smile and she laughs, rubbing my belly and taking my underwear off. “Come on, let’s have a baby” she smiles.
“Shit, you’re.. like, open” she whispers as she gazes between my legs. “I know” I say as I grab my thigh, panting in and out. “Can I push?” I ask softly and she looks to the women “yes, you absolutely can” one of them laughs. “O-okay” I mumble as I scrunch my face up, taking a breath and baring down for the first time ever. “Nnnnggg” I groan quietly, feeling movement but no spreading.
“Okay, like you’re doing a poo” the woman smiles and I look to Blair grabbing her hand and squeezing “nngaahahh!” I cry out, taking some quick rounded breaths after letting it out. “Pick her leg up” one of the women demand to my wife and I shake my head “I need her” I moan and the other woman takes a leg, pushing back.
“Mmmphhh” I cry out “I can’t fucking do it” I cry and my wife smiles “You! Are Lena fucking Lovell, you can do anything” she laughs.
“Gaaaaah!” I cry, feeling myself split. “Am I tearing?” I ask and the woman between my legs shakes her head “I’m Mel” she laughs and I nod “thank you Mel” I smile before baring down again “ccccaaaaah!” I screech “that’s it, harder sweetheart, you’re doing it” she smiles and I shake my head before pulling my other leg back and giving everything I’ve got “GAAAHHH!” I cry out feeling a pop “fuck” I moan, trying to catch my breath.
“Heads here” she smiles “again” she demands and I shake my head “I need a break”. “You’re doing amazingly baby, you’re so beautiful” Blair smiles lovingly and I laugh, wiping my head. “I love you” I whisper and she smiles “I love you too”.
I find myself getting up onto my knees, leaning forward “sorry” I mumble and the woman smiles “you’re in control” she says softly.
“Fuck.. fu-UUHHH” I cry out, feeling the shoulders stretch me out “ohhhh, oh god” I moan, reading down “come on baby, come out” I whisper as I tug a little. “Come on, work with mommy” I whisper. “Baby, you catch” I instruct Blair as I hold on to the stand. “Ready?” I whisper before letting out a huge scream “aahhhhhhh!” I howl as I feel the baby leave my body and splash into my loves arms, followed by the sweetest cries.
“Oh my god..” she whispers “you did it” I hear her sob before the two women help me on to my back a little propped up. “It’s a boy” Blair grins, handing him to me “a boy” I grin, taking him into my arms “oh your great grandfather would love you” I smile. “Trevor?” My wife smiles, my grandfathers name. “Trevor?” I whisper to baby as I kiss Blair softly.
#childbirth#giving birth#birth#maiesiophilia#pregnancy#birthstory#pregnancystory#pushing#pregnant#birthing#birth kink#pregnancy kink#labor kink#crowning kink
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Can't stop thinking about Pio being such a nervous but supportive and loving husband when Mia is having the twins 💗💗
Nervous, because his wife is having twins! He can't stand hearing and seeing her in so much pain. But he has to remind himself that she has doctors to help and their sons will be born soon...
He does all he can to help her through it. He holds her. Kisses her through the pain. Lets her lean against him and hold his hand as she pushes (the latter almost resulting in a few broken fingers!).
And when Mario is born first, both parents are so overcome with emotions and love. Mia cradles her first born against her, hushing him gently and kissing his tiny head. Pio looks ready to faint from just how much it hits him. One of their babies is here. He's a father now. They're parents.
Mia is more than eager for Luigi to be born, so the twins can be together. Luckily he's not too far behind, and Mia cradles him while Mario is getting swaddled. She calls Luigi her beautiful flower. Shushes him gently and tells him he's safe, his brother is here, and they love him very much.
The babies are laid side by side on their mother. Both snuggled into her warmth and reaching for each other.
As for Pio, he can't stop looking at them. Stroking their tiny features and their delicate fingers. Partially terrified he'll somehow hurt them just from his touch.
Mia smiles up at him, and the parents share a loving kiss.
#oof I'm having emotional mia and pio mario feels ;_;#sorry for anyone who finds this a bit weird and gushy#i just wanted to get this out#i won't be doing a full pic of this (because i can't write birthing fics!)#so i guess this is a ficlet?#super mario#mario#luigi#the super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#mario and luigi#mama mario#papa mario#mia mario#pio mario#baby mario#baby luigi#birth#birthing#newborn#newborn twins#twin birth#new parents
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