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cyankeiya · 2 months

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Imagine: Birth at night

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Tags: 18+ only!! snowstorm weather, pregnant sex, sex-induced labor, explicit birth material, unassisted birth, breastfeeding

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The weather outside is terrible in the middle of January, a heavy snowstorm which made it impossible to drive anywhere. Your husband doesn’t complain, in fact he fucking loves it when he gets to spend a whole day at the house with you, his pregnant spouse.

It’s early evening, it’s getting dark out. The snow is still falling heavily outside. You and your husband are making out on the couch in the warmth of your home, being all sweet and affectionate and telling the other how much you love one another.

“Babe, please,” You pant between kisses, “Please fuck me.”

“Okay," He says. You quickly strip each other of your clothes and lay back down on the couch. He usually has you laying on your side when you have sex, making sure your back isn’t flat on the bed while you’re still so pregnant.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Are you cold at all?”

“I’m good, I feel really good.” You nod. You turns to face your husband, cupping his face. His gentle, loving gaze, full of want and love and lust, makes you horny. “Please, babe, get inside me.”

He lifts your thigh, panting hot breaths in your ear as he pumps his cock slowly in and out of you, “Ahh~!” You whine out and you buck your hips back against his front.

“Is this good for you, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, it feels good,” You nod breathlessly, filled with so much need for him. “Harder, babe, harder, please.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” He huffs. His hand lifts your thigh further up so he can thrust himself in a little faster as you want it. Soft moans escape your lips with each slow, gentle thrust of his hips.

You and your husband’s whimpers and moans fill the room. You plead and beg for your husband to fuck you harder, faster. Your cries for him just makes him so horny, and so he gives you what you want, thrusting his cock in as hard and fast as you beg for it, but careful enough that it doesn’t hurt you while you’re still so pregnant. And you feel so good and so comfortable, as you reach closer and closer to climax.

“Ohhhh, I’m gonna come…” You moan.

“I know, baby, me too.” He huffs. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Please, ahhhhh~!” You whine out as you come, with your husband groaning in your ear as he’s coming inside of you. You’re so sure that the spurt of his cock is going to impregnate you a second time.

You both pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You struggle to turn your heavily pregnant form around to face your husband, so he reaches his arm out to gently guide you. You’re facing each other now, his hand brushing your hair from your eyes.

“How was that, baby? How are you?” He asks.

“I’m okay.” You assure. “I’m great. But, fuck, that's gonna put me in labor."

“If your water breaks, I’ll help you out, I promise.” He says. The streets outside are closed, so it wouldn’t be possible to drive to the local hospital. He smiles and cups your face. “I love you.” He speaks softly, kissing your lips. “Love you, honey. Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” You whisper back.

…

You started having contractions a couple hours before you were getting ready for bed. You told your husband, who asked if you were possibly going into labor. You said that since your contractions were still far apart at the time, you’d initially thought that you’d get to sleep through it, maybe you'll end up having to possibly give birth sometime tomorrow later in the day.

No, they’re coming closer with one another. Almost the middle of the night, and it’s no doubt you're in labor. You lean back against the pillows, panting out the contractions as they pass over you. Still up, you look out the window through the blinds which aren’t fully shut. The sky is a dark grey-purple, the air is quiet as the snow continues to fall heavily outside and cover the ground in a thick white blanket.

You then look at your husband, who is asleep next to you. You don’t want to wake him up, but you know you should. Because 1) this is his baby you’re having, and 2) He promised he'd help you with this

Suddenly there’s an immense amount of pressure in your pelvis. You’re hit with a hard contraction, you clutch your belly and yell out in the dark of your bedroom. You feel that fluid has gushed out between your legs and soaked your shorts. He wakes up to the sound of you yelling, sleepily reaching for the nightstand lamp switch to turn it on.

He calls your name out worriedly, sitting himself up and placing his hands on your arm and back. “Honey, what’s wrong, everything okay?”

“I-I’m in labor, my water broke.” You huff. Visible beads of sweat drip from your forehead. Your husband’s eyes look down between your legs, to see that your water has broken and your shorts are now soaked. Your belly is contracting, and your face is scrunched and visibly in pain.

He’s fully woken up now, immediately moving himself in front of you. You’re huffing and kneeling on the bed, hunched over towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“Ooh…!” You groan as the contraction passes through him. You grab your heavy belly from underneath, his head lowered against his strong chest.

“Breathe,” He reminds him, affirming his grasp on your arms. “You got this, honey. Just breathe.” His voice is so gentle but firm.

You shut your eyes and take slow, deep breaths as your body rolls with each contraction. Your husband whispers sweet, soothing, encouraging words into your ears while you labor. Your contractions are coming closer together, they’re getting intense, it causes you to scream out. You two live in a home where you don’t have neighbors, so you don’t have to worry about being heard from the outside screaming through the labor. Your screaming melts into a soft sob, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because this is happening so fast.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Your husband presses soft kisses to your head through your messy, sweat-dampened hair and gives your large, gravid belly a gentle rub. You rest your head on his shoulders, trying his best to let yourself relax. He guides you as you pant and shift your hips through each contraction. “I’m gonna get you a towel and some supplies.” He says. Quickly for a moment, he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to place underneath you, as well as a basin of supplies. He returns to you, laying the towel out underneath him and holding you steady as you strip yourself of your soaked shorts.

Your husband reminds you to breathe as your contractions become closer together and he dilates. Your labor is progressing fast, you can feel the baby’s head engaged in your birth canal. And with your water broken, the pressure’s intense and it hurts…bad.

“I can’t, I can’t…” You whimper in pain.

“Yes you can, baby,” Your husband speaks softly. “You have me, it’s just you and me. You’re safe.” He runs his hand through your hair. “Does anything feel wrong at all?”

“No, just really hurtsss…!” You wince as you have another rough contraction, causing you to clutch your belly. “You did this to me…” You whimper.

He rubs your belly as you pant out the contraction. He kisses your forehead, reassuring he’s got you and that he will help you like he promised he would. “I’m sorry I did this to you. Let me take care of you, baby, make sure everything goes well.”

You nod and start to weep a little. Not just because you’re in pain, but also because your husband is so sweet and gentle and comforting, you feel incredibly safe and loved, in the months you've lived together in the peace you’ve created for yourselves and your baby to be born.

It’s so dark and snowy outside but you two are inside in your warm bedroom which is dimly lit with a lamp. You continue to labor, you’re almost there, fully dilated. Your husband helps you sip some water by the straw from the glass. Minutes pass and you’re exhausted, though your body is telling you that you need to start pushing.

“Honey, I have to pushhhh...” You grunt.

Your husband checks you, you’re fully dilated and ready. When he tells you to push on the next contraction, you squat and dig the balls of your feet into the mattress, sucking in a deep breath, and making the first push. You let out a soft whimper of pain as the contraction passes and you stop pushing.

“Good job,” Your husband says, rubbing your belly. You’re trying to catch your breath. The pressure’s building inside of you. You squat further, heaving with your hand resting on your big belly, pushing on the next contraction.

“Hrrrggghhhhh!!!” You grunt. “Ahhhhh…”

“Push, honey,” He instructs. “Breathe the baby down.”

You sink your knees into the mattress and shift your aching hips. You suck in a deep breath and blow out through a hard push. “Oooohhhh…I’m pushing, it hurtsssss!!!”

“I know, I know,” He nods. “You’re doing great, baby.”

The air is so quiet when it snows outside. The silence of the bedroom is filled with your screams as you push on the bed. Your husband doesn’t mind your screaming, he just stays calm and tends to you, his birthing spouse.

You have another contraction, and he spreads his legs further apart to make room for the emerging baby’s head. Sucking in another deep breath, you yell as you fully push the baby’s head out.

“Good job, honey.” Your husband says, wiping sweat from your forehead with the washcloth.

“This baby’s big–” You wince.

He rubs your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You take a little more time to rest in between contractions, continuing to breathe and push on his instruction. He’s pushing the shoulders out now. You cling tighter to him, letting him know you need him.

“Ohhhh it hurts!” You groan in pain. Your eyes are shut, you feel your body strain a little to get the baby’s shoulders out. “I can’t, babe, I can’t do this.” You shake your head, sobbing.

“I know it’s hard, babe, but you got this. Don’t force it.” He smooths a hand along the side of your belly soothingly.

“I’m pushing, I’m pushing…oooohhhhh…” You groan, dropping your head and groaning loudly as you let gravity help you get the baby’s shoulders out. You can feel your body shudder, you have the strong urge to push. You shift your hips a little and groan, exerting and releasing a hard pushing force downwards.

Your breath hicks when your husband manages to push the baby’s shoulders fully out. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting and sobbing softly because the hardest part was over.

“Breathe, breathe.” He rubs your back with one hand and soothingly rubs his other hand on your belly. “You’re amazing.” He continues to whisper to you words of praise and encouragement, telling you how incredible you are and how much he loves you. As your husband guides you, you resume pushing on your body’s urges. Breathe and push, you remind yourself. The baby’s almost out.

“Hooooohhhh, it’s coming…it’s coming out fast!” You exclaim, gripping at your husband’s shirt.

“Keep going, babe, you’re almost there. Just a little more.” He holds his hands underneath your legs, cupping the emerging baby’s head. You hold your husband tightly and scream loudly as you give one big, final push, the baby slides completely out of your body and into hia hands.

“Honey, you did it, it’s over.” He holds the crying baby up so you can see. Your eyes are shut, you’re panting and catching your breath, then you open your eyes to see your baby right in front of you. Your baby's healthy and has a strong set of lungs.

“There you are, finally.” You sob. Your husband places the baby in your arms.

“You did so incredible.” Your husband sighs with tears in his eyes, fiercely kissing your face.

He helps you with pushing out the afterbirth, then helps you and the baby get cleaned up, and cleans up/discards the bloodied towels and sheets from the bed. You wrap your baby in fresh cloth before breastfeeding. You sit up against stacked pillows, with your husband lying beside you with a hand on your shoulder. You both awe at their baby who is feeding on your nipple, then look at each other, and smile.

It’s still so dark out, and the snow’s still falling heavily outside. But inside your home, in your room, it’s warm and softly dim-lit, your new family is altogether in this moment, everything is sound and peaceful.

#birth fiction #birth kink #giving birth #cw labor #labor kink #in labor #pregnancy kink #pregnant kink #preg kink #gnpreg #birth fic

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mushroomnoodles · 4 months

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tw bodily fluids

was simons pregnancy more painful than any other ones?? was there a gigantic mess of like blood and "other stuff"?? like.. birth takes soo long to do seriously like 4-8 HOURS on average or are we just gonna like not include this for the sake of not being nauseous ( + old mans remaining sanity )

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg, as well as labor, water breaking.. and discussion of birth details + injury while trying to keep it vague.

ill go into it once- yeah, it's pretty safe to say simon had a rough time with the labor. i've stated this before, but he was experiencing labor pains for a few days before he went into active labor- see, he didn't think much of it because every now and then his body would try to have morrigan and be unable to because of the seal, so braxton hicks and actual false labor was.. not something he was unfamiliar with.

it wasn't until the contractions got so bad they were nearly debilitating and he felt morri shift inside him to get ready to be born that he went, oh no, oh no no no, he's having the baby.

more under the cut, there's art down there too but like heed the tags. i'm still trying to keep the discussion.. not super heavy.

we all know what happened next, with marceline bringing him into the woods and not being able to make it. because like, right after she set him down, his water broke.

blah blah, they run into finn, explain simon is like, pregnant and about to give birth, set up a location, and then simon (and marcy) are faced with another problem.

it's pretty obvious to everyone that simon's bump was huge. morri is huge. the actual place they'd be born from.. not so much. but that doesn't dissuade morri, who has been trying to get that gd seal off them for months, and is not going to waste another second hiding in their old man. things are going super fast.

and things do not look great down there. marcy is totally winging this delivering a baby thing. simon kept going from silence- just trying to ride through the contractions, to screaming like a dying animal. marceline was terrified the whole time, especially when simon said he felt like he was gonna rip open.

(pretend the fallen tree is behind simon.)

so yeah, it was pretty messy. simon did not make giving birth to a twelve pound baby out unscathed, he definitely tore. when morri was out marceline gave him what little medical attention she could, which honestly wasn't a lot- pb had to do some quick fixing when she showed up, and i don't think he would've made it if not for the cosmic energy radiating through him from carrying morrigan.

it was a good while before simon recuperated enough to be moved, and it sorta spooked everyone when he just.. got up like he didn't just finish pushing out a 12 pound baby. those pain meds were a godsend, by the way, simon was never happier for them in his entire life.

victory! they got him home and in bed with his brand new baby, and marceline stuck by for a few weeks to help take care of morri while simon healed. simon was zonked out but very happy to have a baby in his arms, his baby.

also bonus: simon wakes up the next morning

he feels like five trains ran through his entire lower half. homedawg lived on those pain relievers from that point on

#i have a mproblem #a #cw mpreg #tw mpreg #mpreg #simon petrikov mpreg #golbaby #tw labor #cw labor #cw bodily fluids #plainvanilla

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slobberjaws · 4 months

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Abbie came running, his eyes widened even if he half expected the emergency call to be for more soup or something of the like.. Venus was probably the most important job in the castle now, by Oberon's standards.

"You called? You- "

He stood in the doorway, staring for just a split second before turning on his heel to call-

"HULEMY- CAN YOU GRAB THE DOCTOR? iT'S TIME-"

A hurried rustling of shoes hitting the wooden floors just as well answered him. Abbie rushed to Venus' side, grabbing onto her hand and gently hushing her..

"It's alright darling- You'll be fine, Doctors on the way.. "

@realteethwhore

The beast currently going into labor had gripped his hand rather firmly, slumping down the wall as the first pains began to sting through her middle. Her breathing was quite sharpened, her teeth baring viciously against her beginning agonies. Wasnt this not supposed to hurt as bad..? Since they're eggs..? No.. fuck thats... supposed to be just the pushing part. Is she gonna have to push..? Shes forgotten the plan.

"Ouuhhg- Hhh- Ss-Shit- ffffuck oh FUCKme this hhh-Hurts-"

There were tears beginning to sting in her eyes- shes acting like this and its onlt been a few moments..

#cw pregnancy #cw labor

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ask-the-sexyman-squad · 8 days

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OH SHIT DT JUST WENT INTO LABOUR

SEXYMAN SQUAD YOU GOTTA TAKE DT TO THE HOSPITAL IN TRUE SEXYMAN STYLE

DO IT IT FOR THE TUMBLR BABIES

"THEY WHAT?!"

"WHAT."

"....HUH?"

"NOW????"

"Yes, Ghirahim! We gotta get them to the hospital, NOW!"

"SHIT, I THOUGHT THEY WERE DUE...OH WAIT, IT IS THE FINAL MONTH."

"YOU DUMBASS!"

"Samantha, mouth! And we need to stay collected. We'll take them to the hospital...let's hurry now."

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valyalyon · 1 month

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August 2, 2025

This short post is about D's labor with her and Raphael's son, lot of CW's ahead. This is does have a happy ending, though, so I hope everyone enjoys!

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I had entered the hospital early that morning with Raphael at my side...

CW: difficult labor resulting in rapid blood loss, mentions of vomiting, hospital setting, blood collection and transfusion mentions, near-death experience. 500 words.

...My water had broken a few hours before we had arrived, but I had delayed going to the hospital just a bit.

Even arriving after a delay, our son was still not ready to come out, and I went through a pretty agonizing labor. About mid-day, Raphael was calling my mother to come to the hospital.

By that point, I had started to bleed, but not a lot. I was holding up really well, and kept a pretty jovial personality the whole way through, sometimes cracking jokes in the heat of a contraction to help Raphael calm down.

He was definitely panicking, and I know it was warranted…

When my mom arrived, she was brought into another room immediately for her blood to be collected. Only about 35 minutes had passed since she was called, and I had started losing a lot more blood.

I was still seemingly in good spirits, but I was quieter, and my eyes and face were getting dull. Raphael was in panic mode, he had never seen me so weak and was worried he’d be losing me.

I remember trying to crack jokes, but soon I was vomiting.

Within seconds, there were IV’s, blood transplants from my mother, and the voice of a scared Raphael, “hurry! Fuck, hurry!”

There was a moment where I felt myself losing consciousness, I could feel everything around me, but I was standing or floating? Apart from myself, and then I started to lose everything.

I was in quite a lot of pain, and our son was not budging. My cervix was expanding, but my son just wasn’t coming out, I needed to push.

The issue was that I was so weak after all the blood I lost. My brain essentially was convinced that I was dying, and I started to die.

Even after the transplants, my body was like, too heavy to move. Like I had already gone into the mode of a corpse. Emotionally, I died, and my body felt so weak.

My mom’s blood literally saved my life.

For a couple hours, I barely moved, and then I finally gathered the strength.

I sat up and started pushing, giving birth to Leon at 8:15pm.

Leon had tufts of dark hair and he was a fat baby. He laid on my chest with his eyes closed, and a little scowl on his face that reminded me a lot of his father.

Raphael’s eyes were bright for once. He looked at Leon and I with an expression that showed care and concern. Finally, he spoke, “he’s so beautiful… you’re so beautiful. Thank you, Dolores.”

“That labor was scary,” I finally admitted to him.

He nodded his head, a sigh escaping his lips, “yeah that was terrifying.”

“Do you want to hold him?” I asked, looking up at Raphael.

“Please,” he pulled up a chair and I handed Leon over to him slowly.

Raphael took him into his arms, cradling him, and then sitting down, “he’s so pudgy but small…”

“He has your hair,” I laughed and pointed.

“I’m so lucky to have you and him here right now, Dolores. Thank you…”

#cw labor #cw blood #tw body horror #cw hospital #dark romance #lyondie #bluestlyon #writeblr #booklr

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daminini · 1 year

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this is so messy my god

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sim: ijeoma #sim: youssef #this was rushed bc i was so in shock #like she had two days left before she was due #legacy #gen 1 #cw labor #cw pregnancy

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preggomancer · 2 years

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someone requested Alan in labor like a gajillion years ago so here he is! you can do it alan!!!

(he/him)

#labor #tmpreg #cw labor #preg kink #preg art #belly kink #alan #hm. his tail does not make sense. uh. dont worry about it

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bobapplesimblr · 1 year

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\ Even though Miko refused to be at Cecelia’s side during Diana’s birth, she went into labor right after and Cece was there for her. \

Sadly I don’t have a baby screenshot but the name they went with was Wren :D

#the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 gameplay #Cecelia #bobapplesimblrLepacy #spicy lepacy #gen 4 city living #lepacy #Miko Ojo #cw pregnancy #cw labor #tw hospital

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cyankeiya-arts · 28 days

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Preg! Gojo + SGST wip (below the cut)

Made the first one my new header image for the main. The second one under the cut is part of a short 3-panel thing I'm working on

#preg art #mpreg art #j!jk mpreg #pregnancy kink #pregnant kink #preggo kink #ck_ge!go #cw labor #labor kink #in labor #mpreg #mpreg belly #mpregnancy #mpreg kink #pregnant art

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cyankeiya · 2 months

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Just a SatoSugu thing...

I switched brushes for this one

#preg art #preg kink #cw labor #labor kink #in labor #mpreg art #mpreg #mpreg kink #mpregnancy #j!jk mpreg #ck_go!ge #drew preguru instead of working on assignments #the art style inconsistency is real on my page

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choco-cherry-chunk · 1 year

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Okay so after the crew's vacation was cut short because of Stede going into labor.

How did you think that went? Did they bring him somewhere private like a hospital or back to their ship? How hard did you think it was?

I imagine Stede doing labor actually very well for the first few moments but some complications were encountered like...Stede almost passes out during labor or is losing a lot of blood, the potential of things going wrong????

-Gentlebeard anon

Given how limited medical facilities were, i imagine they brought Stede back on the ship, which was difficult not only due to everyone rushing around and finding where some ran off to, but also because of Stede’s pain. He has a hard time moving quickly anyway in his state, but the pain makes it worse.

When they get back and those that are helping get there, things seem to go well at first. But the pain is so intense and Stede is losing so much blood. He feels so sick and strange in a way he can’t describe, and he’s unable to articulate this to anyone during the process. Eventually, the birth is complete, but when they go to show Stede the baby/babies, the man is out cold, his body shaking. They don’t know how to handle this and they’re caught between trying to fix this on the ship or seeking out an actual medical professional for help.

#ofmd #steddyhands #stede bonnet #mpreg #asks #gentlebeard anon #cw labor

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slobberjaws · 4 months

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Venus had expected nothing. The castle's human hadn't even been paying attention to the months or trimesters. All she knew was she was getting huge; and she didn't even realize just how she had to enlarge her vessel just to carry these damn things. She didn't think she'd get that... round.

She was eating up the attention and everything, all the nice new clothes, not having any royal duties- It was great, if she ignored how many times she had to pee, how much her feet ached- and how hard it was to walk unassisted now.

But unbeknownst to her, it was time for the hard part.

Suddenly below her from inbetween her legs, a gush of fluid came out. Venus braced herself against a wall, gasping as the fluid gushed down her legs and onto the floor. For a moment, the poor girl thought she had pissed herself. Her cheeks were red hot with embarassment, covering her mouth absolutely humiliated with herself- When that hand went around her gut instead after feeling the eggs begin to shift.

"S....ssshh..shit.. Ff-Fuck- FUCK, FUCK- A-AAAABBBIIEEEEEE...-!!!"

#cw pregnancy #cw labor #ITS EARLY FUCKER!!!

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ask-the-sexyman-squad · 7 days

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Did everything go well, is DT alright?

"Shit...shit shit shit...ow..."

Truth be told, they never expected to be in a situation like this. Yet here they were, in the hospital, on a bed, about to have twins. Yes it had been hours later, but nothing extreme has happened yet.

And this only terrified Alastor. He didn't know what would happen, nor did it know if they were going to be okay.

"...dad? Dad they're okay...plus we can be in the room with them, the doctors said it was okay..."

"..."

"Dad?"

"....."

"Alastor. They're okay...they're gonna be okay...I promise you. They're in safe hands...alright?"

"...alright."

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valyalyon · 23 days

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April 3, 2027

Dolores goes into labor with her and Raphael's daughter! It is a happy ending <3 The next DIE post will have a time skip and smut. If you're looking for recent smut, read the last Red Highway post or check out more DIE through the links below. Previous Post | Next Post DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE DIVIDERS

Two days short of her due date, she came to me in a dream. In the dream, she smiled and had the cutest face...

CW: Descriptions of labor, mentions of blood, explicit language. MDNI. 1.8K words.

...She was so happy, she hugged my legs so tightly.

I remember lifting her and spinning her, getting her to laugh in the air as I caught her in my arms. I noticed, though, that I was pregnant again in the dream.

At first I didn’t notice it, but something like three years had passed on the face of my newest baby, and I was 40 weeks pregnant with another girl. How did I know it was a girl?

I don’t know. I just remember the weight of my first daughter and saying, “she’s going to be just as beautiful as you.”

“Well yeah, mama!”

But then the cycle started again… the fear, the anxiety…

The dark clouds, they’re coming in.

Raphael strikes me, Julius kisses me, the world spins out below my feet and I’m floating again.

My kids are gone, everyone is gone, I’m here alone.

Is that what the Big Bang was like? Will I be so overwhelmed by the pressure of space…

I can’t tell which way is home, I’ve been gone for so long its an empty world up here.

… That I myself implode? Will I, a Leo woman, die the death of a star? Out here in this abyss, abysmal days fleeting beyond my reach. I’m lost, and I just…

I can’t leave my kids.

My body slams through space, I crash land on Earth, it’s desolate and dead, and not the same, but it’s home. Then, I notice I’m still pregnant.

Then a sharp pain and my water breaks on the dirty streets. I cry out and clutch my stomach, just as I hear a familiar voice calling out from beyond the dream.

“Dolores, are you okay?”

I’m pulled out of the dream violently only to wake into a sharp pain, “ohh… Oh, oh, Raphael…”

“Hospital bag?” Raphael confirmed, getting out of bed and dressing himself as I tried to sit up.

My water had broken in the bed and the contraction pain I was having subsided. I stood from the bed and sighed, “ughh… Take off the bed sheets, I’m going to have to throw these out and make sure I didn’t ruin the mattress.”

He typically didn’t argue about cleaning things, but his eyebrow twitched and he said, “are you serious? You’re in labor.”

“All of my labors have taken hours, and my last one nearly killed me, so forgive me if I want to leave you with a clean house,” I hissed most of what I said to him, tearing the sheets off the bed with as much aggression as my pregnant self had.

Raphael helped me get the sheets off as I scanned over the mattress. Somehow it hadn’t gotten to the mattress, just a little wet on the surface. As I scrutinized the bed, I started into another contraction, and let out a pained moan.

I held onto my belly and let my head hang as I tried breathing exercises for the pain.

Raphael came to my side, he rubbed my back, giving me much needed warmth and comfort. Then, he wrapped his arms around me in a second of desperation, squeezing me and beginning to choke up, “I can’t lose you, Dolores, you’re my everything.”

I don’t know what made me angry, but I pulled away, my eyebrow twitching, “I’m having contractions right now because you so desperately wanted another child.”

“I love our children, I would have as many of them as I could, but you rushing me to having her was the cruelest thing you’ve ever done to me. You acted as if I didn’t imagine my sons growing up without their mother.”

His face was pained, but of course it was he was stone cold sober.

Love me like you used to and I’ll praise you like I should.

My body settled at the end of my second contraction, and I stood up and let out a deep breath, “you better say something.”

“I fucked up, I know I did. I can’t lose you, Dolores, you know that,” Raphael’s voice was desperate, his eyes searching to meet mine.

I was busy trying to stretch my back, “You were different at one point. Whatever, if you still want me to be your wife you better step up.”

“Don’t threaten me with that. You know I can’t lose you,” his voice was low, grumbling, and his eyes were slightly angry when we made eye contact.

I opened my mouth to respond to him, but instead my third contraction started. They were essentially back to back and I wasn’t even realizing it.

I held onto him, he gave me support and made sure I didn’t hurt myself or fall over. His eyes were full of concern, and it was real, his fear was seeping through him, “let’s stop talking okay? We can keep fighting in the car, we can argue every day, but I need to get you to the hospital.”

This third contraction kept getting worse, and I nodded my head, as I started to cry out in pain. Soon, my hormones had me shedding tears, as Raphael picked me up off the ground.

He grabbed the hospital bag in his other arm, already had his phone in the pocket. I grabbed the key off the hook at the front door and he walked me to the car, setting me in the passenger seat.

Then, he set the hospital bag and car seat in the back seat, walking around the car quickly and entering the driver’s side, “I have your phone, do you need anything else?”

“You have my wallet?” I asked, rubbing my belly as my head fell back on the headrest.

“Yeah. Anything else?” He asked, simultaneously dialing his mom on the car speaker.

“Mom, we need you over at the house right now. Dolores is in labor and her contractions are extremely close together, we’re going to the hospital, can you watch the boys? They’re still sleeping right now.”

“Congrats! Okay, I’m putting on my slippers right now, I’ve got a key, GO, I’ll be there in two minutes,” his mom said, sending me good luck and then hanging up in a rush.

“Nothing else,” I confirmed, and turned to make sure I saw his mom approaching the house as Raphael drove away. Sure enough she was.

My heart settled for a second that my boys would be okay while I was in the hospital, but then I worried about how long I’d be in labor, and if I’d ever come back…

My heart raced inside my chest and I found it hard to breathe, another contraction started.

The closer we got to the hospital, the louder my pained cries got. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, and it was not fun.

In between contractions, Raphael would make me laugh, “The boys are probably going to be unsatisfied when they see their grandmother is waking them up.”

I let out a giggle and rubbed my belly, “they’ll be happy to see their sister though.”

“And their mom,” Raphael reassured me or himself, who knows.

But, the contractions would start, and I was full of rage, so his jokes would fall flat.

“Imagine if I forgot to pack something in the hospital bag,” he said, chuckling.

My skin was burning, and I yelled at him, “what did you forget? I NEEDED THOSE THINGS FOR A REASON!”

“I didn’t forget anything! I was trying to make you laugh!” Raphael tried desperately to defend himself, winding in and out of traffic easily on his drive.

“You liar! You forgot something! Just tell me what it is,” I was growling, but then the contraction finally passed.

I took a deep breath, paused, and then said, “I’m sorry, Raphael, that was really unfair and cruel of me.”

“I promise I got everything on your list and I got you extra stuff like cozy hospital slippers…”

“I appreciate you,” I told him, and took his free arm, hugging it tightly, “please, Raphael, do better… Let me love you forever.”

He was about to respond, when my grip tightened and I cried out in pain, “fuck… fuck… Ow…” I was yelping, the contractions just kept getting worse.

“Scream, do whatever you have to do, I’m here for you,” Raphael promised.

Maybe because of the pain, I didn’t realize how fast the time was going and how quickly everything was actually happening.

We arrived at the hospital, and I was in max pain, with contractions intensifying, no break in between them at all.

I was rushed to a labor and delivery ward immediately, and not even 5 minutes after arriving in the hospital, while sitting in the hospital bed, I turned my eyes to Raphael, “she’s coming now.”

“Now? Are you sure?” Raphael pressed the button for the nurses but also rushed to the door to ensure they were coming, then quickly came back to my hand.

The nurses were there immediately, checking all vitals and checking to see if the baby was even crowning.

Sure enough though, she was. The nurses and doctors quickly sprang into action, but I was digging my fingers into Raphael’s hand, crying and pushing.

I was shaking really badly from all the adrenaline, but in just a few minutes of pushing, our daughter was born at 6:05am on April 3, 2027.

As soon as she cried, she was placed on my chest, and her body immediately curled close, her cries stilling into baby white noise, then sleepy silence.

My labor with her hadn’t even been an hour, my active labor with her was only a few minutes. It was painful, yeah, but I had only lost a little bit of blood and didn’t even notice the lack.

Raphael gazed at her from my side, his hand still holding mine, “you did so good, Dolores… She’s beautiful…”

“What should we name her?” I asked him curiously. Her hair was a brown shade, and she had a little tuft of it on her head. She had the sweetest face, and I couldn’t wait to see her eyes.

“When you made that list for her, my favorite name was Eden, I just didn’t know if the baby would fit that but… I think she definitely fits Eden, doesn’t she?” His eyes were so proud, even though he had yet to hold her.

“Eden,” I repeated the name, looking at my sleeping daughter and smiling, “that’s a perfect name for her, Raphael.”

Turning my attention up to my husband, I met his eyes, “take your pretty baby.”

Raphael chuckled and turned his nervous attention to Eden, then his eyes just filled with overwhelming joy and he took her into his arms. He glanced down at her, and she just cooed in her sleep.

“She’s so small,” he said, touching his index lightly to her nose, just to tickle her soft skin.

SONG REFERENCES Run Away to Mars by TALK Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron

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