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l3viat8an · 8 months

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I have nsfw analytical thoughts about levi dyck so yeah, for those who wish to read/listed, Nsfw twin dick analysis following:

Due to some research on my own part i have some things to say about possible Levi dick theory: firstly, if he has more than one dick, there is absolutely no way to quietly or secretly have sex unless his room is sound proofed and we know it isn't t because everyone can hear him yell all the time. I say this because the two dicks in question, no matter the size or shape (tested this theory on multiple things including tentacles) it creates a gap that allows a significant amount of air to be shoved in an out of MC. Im afab so i have only tested the i tended entry for this >_>

That being said, said gap not only is going to allow for "air noises" it also means any cum or eggs or what ever else scenario is happening, is going to be thrusted out n several directions upon entry thrust.

The other thing i noticed, if it is tentacle like, it requires a lot more lube for some reason? Dunno y or where tf its going but it gets used up quicker.

The next bit i know from having kids: even if ur like me and like having ur cervix hit with the dyck, having it opened HURTS LIKE A BITCH. A nurse checked regularly to see how open it was and her shoving fingers n it hurt, none the less if you're re putting some penile protrusions in there to lay eggs. Thats gunna hurt so bad. Even when numbed. I took all the meds they would give me and it still hurt. This from someone with a high pain tolerance.

(Do with this what you heathens reading this will, to each their own.)

On the egg thing; while oviposition is cool, this also implies that Levi is trans. Even if he's also adding sperm to inseminate, that would mean he's hermaphroditic and you the reader are just a holding cell. So yeah, egg levi says trans rights no matter what 👍

The only species on earth where the male is the female position baby wise are sea horses and sea dragons, neither of which lay eggs. The female lays them and the male carries them in a pouch to give birth later.

For mc to then birth what ever kind of egg levi has to give, that egg is going to need to be soft shelled to get past the super tight cervix and through the curved birth canal. The egg could harden after the fact like a snake, but that might pose some higher risk to MC as that kind of egg usually has some glue like substance its laid with and if that hardens inside a human MC they might have medical issues to follow; and should those eggs not be of the soft shell variety, MC needs a cesarean [c-section] to remove them so they don't shatter upon contraction or push.

This all assuming they're a size that is smaller than a human baby that can be pushed out to begin with. As with egg laying creatures they are born the size that can fit in the egg and just grown normally unlike human babies that r born and then continue to develop before growing. Its a minor difference but kinda important.

I won’t lie- I’ve used a tentacle toy before the lube is so true helpshdj but never two- like wow- I bow to you anon 🙇🏼‍♀️

‘n the whole ’cervix fucking’ is fun to read but like irl not really my thing, and I don’t even want to imagine the pain of having it opened 😭 fanfics are amazing!!!but I could never jshsjsj

Honestly I love the idea of Levi being hermaphroditic- (so many ideas)

Also this is all gonna be super helpful for more ‘realistic’-ish writing!!! Omfg- thank you!!

#I don’t even have much to say tbh-#I’m just taking notes 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️#tw monsterfucking #< lil bit so just in case!!#smut #obey me levi smut #levi <333 #ro rambles

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pearlplusau · 9 months

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Pearlplusau Chapter 10 Part 3 - The Farewell

(I once saw a comic that shows Mayor Dewey as the doctor who delivered Steven, so I’ll just stick to that cuz it kinda explains why his skin tone is all red and similar with Greg’s when no one else had it.)

It was well past 7pm in Beach City. The streets were unusually quiet and the only vehicle on sight was Greg’s van. It sped through Beach City as the currently in labor Rose was forcing down pain induced screams. The establishments and other stores went by in a flash and pretty soon they reached the residential area of the town.

The van screeched to a stop in front of a... house? It looked like a standard American home with a smaller front yard and a concrete paveway to a garage. It was also getting dark, so that was all Rose could make out at the time. With little lights operating around the home, it seemed dusty, unkempt, and not really well taken care of in terms of housekeeping.

“This is the place.” Greg checked the name card with an address scribbled at the back. The card information was barely readable, but it said "Dr. Dewey, the only doctor in Beach City, for now!"

From shotgun, Rose saw a skinny human man coming out from under the garage door with a folded-up wheelchair. The man got to Rose's side of the door and unfolded the chair.

He unlocked the door as Rose stifled a scream, not at the newcomer, but at the pain of labor. The pain was getting worse.

Greg was already outside of the passenger seat, getting ready to catch her if she fell off.

After some certain assurances that Rose was nowhere near falling off, the man wanted Rose to get onto the little wheely contraption, so she wouldn’t have to walk to the operating room. It wasn’t easy, but the two humans managed to get her in the wheelchair. It was designed for normal human-sized patients, so it was a bit snug for a pregnant Rose.

As Rose was pushed towards the now open garage, she turned to the skinny man with prespiration on her forehead. "W-who are you?"

The young man pushing her wheelchair introduced himself. “I’m the future Mayor of Beach City! But for now, I am your Dr. Dewey.”

They pushed the pregnant woman into the garage. The space in the garage was filled with dim lighting as a single light bulb pulsed in the middle of the room. Under the flickering lightbulb was a hospital bed along with pieces of equipment for childbirth. The surroundings of the bed were pitch black until the doctor turned on the big lights, which showed the normal garage setting along with various tools and woodwork scattered around the edges.

“Easy does it.” Dewey said as they both lifted Rose onto the bed.

Rose was heaving, sweating, and panting as the contractions got more and more severe. She was offered ice chips, but she didn’t think she should have any.

Dr. Dewey turned away and grabbed a book on obstetricians and delivering babies. He checked something on the opened page and asked Greg. "How far along are we? Time wise."

“Uh, 5 minutes apart? Darn it, I don’t have a watch!”

The doctor flipped through the pages until he found something. “Okay don’t worry, I just need to see how dilated the cervix is to see if we’re ready.”

He set Rose’s ankles on a metal holder each and went under to check the dilation. “8 centimeters. We’re halfway there, just need it to reach 10 centimeters and we’re good to go!”

He left the room to get some more equipment and sterilizers. The gem in labor was left on the bed with the soon-to-be father.

Another contraction, but this time Rose heard a faint humming from somewhere, somewhere close by. She looked up to her gem on top of her belly. The sound, she thought, that’s where it's coming from. As the contraction got to its peak, a barely noticeable glow can be seen in the gem. It faded right after the pain went away.

“Rose, are you doing okay?” Greg asked, noticing her jerky movements and pained expressions from being in labor. “You sure you don’t want some ice chips? They say any water or liquid can be very dangerous to women in labor, at least that’s what Vidalia said.”

She shook her head, “I don’t think getting hydrated over icicles would take the spiking and torturous pain away.”

Greg looked stumped; he didn’t know what else to do than just…wait. He was gonna buy some snacks for her, but Vidalia also said food was strictly forbidden. Something about the anesthesia numbing the muscle that blocks substances from going into the lungs. From what Pearl explained on the gem anatomy, gems do not have any of the human organs, like, at all. But better be safe than sorry. There’s a bag of painkillers from the drugstore, but he doubted any of it was going to help a non-human being. Maybe talking could take her mind off the pain. “I know I may have asked this before, like, maybe a few dozen times, but do you... regret anything?”

“Oh Greg,” She gritted her teeth and sighed, “I regret a lot of the things I’ve done, but I’ll never regret knowing you and giving birth to this child. You’ve opened my eyes to so many blindspots and I am forever grateful to have you as a part of my life.”

Here comes the big question, Greg thought. “I know we never talked about this but, what do you think’s gonna happen to you after the baby comes?”

“I…” She winced at the next contraction and groaned. She was struggling, that’s for sure, but she’s strong. “I honestly don’t know, Greg. Maybe I’ll be inside my gem and actually get to be a part of the baby’s life. Or maybe I’ll just cease to exist, no conscience or anything at all.”

Both possibilities filled Greg with a huge sense of dread. He was silent for a while until Rose uttered more. Her voice was straining, “But I know, that whatever happens, the baby will be in good hands. I see no better protector and guide than the father of the child himself.”

After what Rose said, Greg felt incredibly touched that he wanted to go in for one last kiss until a door slammed open.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Dewey came back with a more professional obstetrician look. He wore a mask, rubber gloves, and an overcoat over his shirt. “I couldn’t help but overhear that…” He turned to Rose on the bed, his eyes full of concern. “-you might not survive this birth?”

Greg looked down and scratched the back of his head. “It’s…complicated.”

“Nonono, its alright. No need to explain. I’m just not sure how things might turn out with a single parent. Especially if it’s the dad.”

He grabbed a nearby chair, turned it around, and sat on it backwards. “I’m a single parent myself.”

Greg and Rose glanced at each other for a brief moment, unsure what to do with that information, before turning back to Dewey. They both responded, “Okayy?”

Dewey took out his wallet and showed a string of small sized photos of a baby. “My son, Buck, just turned 4 years old and things aren’t really going great between us.”

Greg took the string of pictures for him and Rose to see. Rose was sweating bullets from the pain, but she was able to identify a newborn baby on first few pictures. A happy baby infact, swaddled by a woman and giggling by the looks of it. The next few pictures degraded to pictures of the boy growing up, but the smile slowly shrinks off and a grim frown was seen at the four-year old at the bottom of the pictures.

Rose knew it might be a touchy subject, but she asked anyway. “What happened to the mother who gave birth to him?”

Dewey, still on the backward chair, turned uncomfortably to the side and away from the two. “She… it’s complicated too. The most important thing is that Buck, our son, requires a bit more love and patience than what I could offer.”

He looked so down, so depressed, so lost as a father. “I’m one of the lucky single dads that’s capable of taking care of a kid. I’m a doctor, sort of, and a soon-to-be mayor of this town. But you Greg? You’re barely an adult. How do you think you’re gonna take care of a kid without his mother around?”

More dread and panic seeped out of Greg as he seemed to have lost his grasp of his confidence. He sighed in an exhuasted tone, “Oh boy…”

Dewey, realized what he just said, cursed himself and tried to take back what he said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine your competence. I’m sure you’re gonna be a great single parent. I heard you work at It’s A Wash, that car wash gig right? Sure hope the minimum wage from that job can put food on the table and a roof over your heads. Although, the town has been quiet lately, not a lot of tourists coming over to Delmarva for their summers and all that. And I doubt you’ll be making much with barely half of the town citizens owning vehicles in need of washing-”

As the doctor further delved into the current and possibly future states of the town’s economy, Greg was having a not-so-jolly time imaging how he might end up as a street hobo searching for food from the garbage cans while the kid ends up sick and malnourished because he doesn’t have the money for any food or the local doctor. And if worse comes to worse, he’ll have to give the baby up for adoption just so the kid can have a chance at a good life and he’ll end up as the worst father to ever-

Rose's screams of pain woke both Greg and Dewey from their respective trances. As she huffed and struggled to breath, she reached for Greg’s hand and pulled him close. “Greg? Greg listen to me!” She smushed his face in her palms and realized he had tears all over his cheeks. “The gems will be right there with you. They’ll help in any way they can. You’re not doing this alone, remember? You have the gems, and I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help.”

“Y-you think?” Greg’s voice cracked as warmth spread on his face.

“Of course.” Rose responded. Unfortunately, their tender moment was cut short by another contraction, this time worse than ever. It was so severe that she had to let go and grip the bed side handles for support.

On certain and rare occasions, Rose had witnessed the beautiful births of humans since the Paleolithic period (cavemen ages). The births since then had been getting more hygienic and less messy as science and technology went by. Every single attempt at birth that she witnessed was a riot, and truly a miraculous scene to witness. The mothers screamed for bloody murder as the tiny weeping humans emerged from their under caverns. She had always admired them for being able to do that, to be able to produce another living being unlike a gem would. She never thought there would be a turn where she was the one on a birthing bed.

Dewey took another look at the dilated cervix, “Okayy that’s definitely ten centimeters, looks like we’re ready.”

He sat back at the end of the birthing table and hesitated.

“Wait wait, I think I’m supposed to do something else.” He quickly flipped through the book and read out loud, “When the cervix is appropriately dilated, the doctor must be ready at the foot of the bed and follow the proper procedures. A rhythm must be followed for the procedure to go as smoothly as possible. Alright, a pattern! I remember those!”

He turned back to the mother in pain and got ready at the foot of the bed, “Ok Rose, get ready to push!”

Rose was heaving, panting, and giving everything she’s got. This, she thought, was one of the most challenging things she’s ever done, that includes fighting off her own at the rebellion or poofing all those corrupted gems.

She forced herself to open her eyes and turn at Greg, the human that gave her the best gift a human could ever offer, a human experience. She held onto his hand, gently and not putting all her pain and strength into it. Greg took her hand, sensing the energy draining from her hard labor. “I love you, Greg. Thank you for everything and take good care of the gems for me.”

The sound of the humming gem echoed all over the garage as it grew a bright pink hue. From the gem, the pink glow expanded to the entire figure. As the figure grew brighter and brighter, Rose’s form levitated a few inches off the bed but not higher than Dewey’s head.

The glow went supernova as the lights in the room dimmed in comparison. The pink flash seeped through the windows and the cracks of the walls as if the room was not able to contain any more of the light and a nuclear blast was set in motion.

Everything went so bright the humans could barely keep their eyes open. Greg struggled but he managed to peer through his narrow vision just in time to see a baby suspended mid-air.

The baby was barely the size of a melon. Hints of dark, curly hair sprouted from the head. He noticed Rose's gem was now on the baby stomach where the belly button should be.

For a brief moment, the glowing newborn was floating above the bed. The glow came to a dim as the baby descends onto Greg's streched out arms. He winced at the touch of his skin, redden and slightly burned from the ultra light blast. He took a quick glance at Dewey, who’s skin was also reddened from the exposure. He didn’t look like he was in pain any more than he was in shock.

Greg took a good look at his child with sorrowful tears from his goodbye. He knew this moment was coming, losing the love of his life, but he had to be strong for the both of them. He shed them away, cooed the newborn child, and whispered, "Hey there little guy,” he tried to clear the water out of his eyes, “*sniff* welcome to Earth.”

(A/N: Imma keep this short. Thank you everyone for your patience and reading this fanfiction. It's been a while since I began writing Rose's journey since meeting Greg. I really hope my take on Rose's journey/end was on par with most of you guys' idea of what went down before Steven was born. Also apologies for the lack of Coral content, there was just so much I could write in this fanfiction with her as the main protagonist. Most of the chapters beforehand should be enough to encapsulate her entire character to you guys, the readers. So I hope you can forgive me for doing a far tangent into my takes of Rose's decision of the desire to change and all that.

Again, hope you enjoyed what you read and thanks for reading!)

Outcuts (Writings that didn't fit the narrative but felt it would be a waste for them to be deleted.) Part 1

Recently, Rose had been borrowing a video camera and taping herself for the unborn baby. She knew she could never talk to them directly, so she thought a great way for the baby to know their mother was through taped videos. She talked to them about the life on Earth and how bringing the kid to life was the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

Part 2

…Overgrown brambles. Look at them, they’re a mess without her guidance. Directionless, pathetic, clinging, things. It’s going to be ok Garnet!

Rose’s most precious sanctuary (extracted from the episode, “An Indirect Kiss”)

(Pearl the left brain – the rational thought, cautious, planning, logic/ Coral the right brain – Emotional thought, creative arts, imagination, adventurous/fun) each side of the brain controls the opposite side of the body, so idk how much this would make sense.)

Part 3

Oh this is exciting! I have a kid myself ya know. Named him Buck, so you know, there'd be more bucks coming my way. chuckled nervously. (A/N: wanted to have direct and easy conversations going but seems a bit inappropriate for the situation.)

Anyways, good thing you're both gonna be here when the kid comes. Its been a real head scratcher raising the kid on my own.

Ya dont say? Greg comments while he caught Rose's eyes.

The horror of single parenting

Where's the little guy anyway? He's not home is he?

Oh nonono, we couldnt have him here while a kid is being born! It would traumatize him well into his 50s! He's uh, playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, probably.

Is uh, everything ok between you two?

Well, its been hard since his mom left. Hes been asking questions abt her that I cant really answer.

while they wait for Rose to be properly dialated 10 centimeters, they talked

#pearlplusau #stevenuniverse #rosequartz #stevensbirth #greguniverse #rosesgoodbye #fanfiction

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arcane-constellations · 1 year

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so I had to be induced two weeks before when my son was supposed to arrive, because I went to one of my prenatal appointments and my blood pressure was too high and I was experiencing some symptoms of preeclampsia so in an abundance of caution they had me go get checked out at the hospital. I was so woozy that I couldn't focus on the questions they were asking me when I was getting checked into the maternity ward and my husband had to speak for me. They took us to maternity triage first, I got to chill in a bed in a dimly lit room while they ran tests on me. They took some blood and I had an IV placed just in case because it was looking like I was gonna be staying. I got to nap while they waited to hear back from my doc and they ended up keeping me. I got taken to a labor room and my mom and sister met us there with my hospital bag.

Now into the induction itself. I got a Foley balloon (I think that's what it was called?) to dilate me which was so uncomfortable, and I couldn't have an epidural yet because they wanted me to be more freely able to move around to help speed up dilation. I was hooked up to a blood pressure machine to continuously track my BP because of how funky it was being, and external monitors to track baby. At some point I also got pictocin in my IV to help w dilation as well. For the next several hours I just had to ride out contractions, my husband held my hand thru them and talked me thru the pain. Periodically I'd get up and walk around the room or squat because it helped the pain. Around midnight they came and did my epidural. It was uncomfortable but once it was administered I felt great. Then they came and broke my water because I'd been stuck at 5 cm dilated for awhile and they needed to get things going more because baby's heart rate was acting up. He kept dipping with each contraction. Then my blood pressure took an abrupt dip and they had to bring it back up, and between that and what baby was doing we were scared I was gonna need a c section for a bit. They had to switch to internal monitors for baby which was uncomfortable because they had to kinda fist me to put them in lol. I was stuck laying on my left side all night because every time they tried to move me my baby's heart rate would act up. Around 6 am I started to feel this intense pressure and I thought I was just feeling my contractions thru my epidural and I was having a hard time getting comfortable and then when they checked my cervix around 7 I was fully dilated!

They had to call my midwife, she was across town at another hospital finishing up another birth. She got there right around 8 and we got me into position and the chaos started. My husband held one of my legs up and helped encourage me thru pushes. The midwife was awesome too, so encouraging and so nice. My room has a mirror on the ceiling that they could position so you could watch your birth and I did that, it was so cool. I did projectile vomit on everyone present but after that, I was lazer focused on pushing. I could see my son's head starting to come into view and even though it hurt I was so fired up to push. My mom and husband were encouraging me, helping me remember to breathe good and the midwife told me I was pushing so good, and telling me everything I detail so I knew how close baby was to being out. I remember how that last push felt, the relief of the pressure as I saw my son come out. The baby nurse took him and made sure he was all good, then laid him on my chest. I held my boy and watched the doc stitch me up. Luckily I only needed a few stitches, and my placenta came out without needing to push. They have to massage your abdomen after the baby comes out to make sure the uterus is starting to contract back down correctly and that is uncomfortable as fuck. I got to lay there and hold my boy and rest for a couple hours til they took me to my recovery room, where I took a good nap while I waited for my mom to bring me my post birth craving ( Chicken salad sandwich from Panera).

We spent 3 more days there, I got to rest a ton and my husband was so good at making sure I did and that I ate (and the food was surprisingly good for hospital food!).

All my nurses were so good and everyone explained everything that was going on, I never felt like I was being mistreated or like I didn't know what was happening to me and everyone took me and any concerns I had seriously. It was an experience for sure

#rambles #childbirth #emetephobia tw #medical tw

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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SO today while I was driving home from therapy I passed the mail guy, and he immediately did a 180 and started following my car. No biggie to me, but he turned down my street after me and it got me thinking...

Mailman Yagi

You orders stuff online and he delivers it to you, kinda gets enamored cause you open the door and you’re only wearing like a robe, hair still wet, Yagi can tell you just got out of the shower, that there’s bare skin beneath the robe, and it’s honestly really distracting.

It almost feels like you’re teasing him.

One day he has to drop off a raunchy-looking package, and he can’t deny the fact that he’s half-hard in his uniform shorts while he walks up the steps to your cute, quaint little house. It’s really quite convenient how you live out here all by yourself, no neighbors, no nothing.

It means that it doesn’t matter how you scream or cry, no one’s around to hear you but him.

Yagi still gags you, more interested in listening to the lewd squelch of him rubbing your new warming lube on your skin as he squirts way too much onto your pussy.

There’s other things in the package too, a pretty, dainty little vibrator and some sort of... pump? He’s not sure what the one is for, but he can think of a hundred and ten ways on how to use the vibrator.

Already you’re squirming, whining and sobbing because the warming lube has made you all tingly and sensitive, and now your cunt is throbbing, clenching down on nothing as you can’t get rid of the buzzy, too-warm feeling spreading across your skin down there.

Yagi starts out slow, just rubbing your cute lil pussy until it’s all red and swollen and dripping, until you’re bucking your hips at his touch, crying when his fingers brush against your clit. All the sensations are amplified because of the lube, and Yagi can see how frustrating and overwhelming it is by the expression on your face.

It takes a while for him to get bored of touching you like that, sliding long, bony fingers inside and stretching you out, feeling your hot, pulsing cunt desperately clenching around his digits.

He takes the vibrator out of it’s packaging, determined to make you cum until you’re all sweet and pliant for him, quiet enough and fucked-out so that he can take the gag out and hear you moan all sweet for him.

You cum so hard you go limp, legs twitching and mouth opening and closing as you suck in air, feeling like you’ve been gut-punched. Yagi knows that feeling, wants to see you experience it again.

So he presses the little vibe back against your clit and watches as you writhe and shake, gushing and creaming around nothing. Your clit is so red, so sensitive, Yagi takes the vibe away and simply blows cold air against the little nub and you’re thrashing.

He hadn’t tied up your hands - it was just too easy to overpower you, even when he was thin and bony and “weak”. One of your arms was slung over your face as you panted, overwhelmed, fucked out, overstimulated. Your legs are splayed open, you can’t even close them because the touch of your thighs against your mound has you crying out.

Yagi turns to the last toy.

While you lay there, the blonde sits next to you, taking a moment to read the instructions that came with the pump, which he quickly learns is meant to cover your pussy, create a seal and pump the flesh until it’s swollen, sensitive and flush with blood.

As the tall, willowy man fixes it to your body, your head shakes from side to side, babbled, nonsensical words falling from your mouth. But Yagi want’s to see what this toy does.

You won’t stop moving, trying to shy away from the touch of the toy, prying at it with your hands, and Yagi doesn’t waste a second in turning you over his knee, slapping your rear until you’re kicking your legs and begging for mercy, promising to be good, to lie still and take it.

But Yagi isn’t thinking about using the toy anymore.

He’d been hard when you opened the door, hard as he stripped you down and ran his hands over your body. He needed relief.

You take his small form easily, cunt relaxed from all your orgasms, muscles too tired and sore to tense up and bar him entry.

Yagi wants to see what it’d feel like if you were even tighter though.

A shrill shriek escapes you when he transforms into his bigger form, the sudden stretch overwhelming your body, sending your already frayed nerves into overdrive.

It’s too much.

He barely notices when you lose consciousness.

All Yagi is concerned with is shoving himself balls deep, slamming into your cervix again and again and again, relishing in the tight, almost-painful contractions of your cunt on each thrust.

Only after your tummy is swollen, cum slipping out of your swollen, puffy pussy, down your thighs, does Yagi finally feel like he’s gotten any sort of relief.

But honestly? He’s a big man. It will take more than one round to satisfy him.

#yagi #yagi toshinori #Toshinori #toshinori bnha #Toshinori Yagi #dark #dark bnha #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Creatures in the dark Part 3

Pairing: witch!Steve x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, dubcon.

Words: 2116.

Summary: A monster dressed in human flesh was waiting for you in the woods.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Kinda not sure about this one, but I hope you're going to enjoy it!

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"Come on, love, you know you've lost." Steve murmured against your lips, kissing you again as he caressed your back with his palm. "You have to keep your promise."

"No, I don't! You cheated!" You groaned and tried to evade his kisses, cursing yourself for carelessly using all the blackberries you gathered in the forest yesterday.

"Just a little bit." As he pressed one more kiss to your chin, the boy casted a bonding spell, and the blue light slowly wrapped around your body, making it glow softly. "You know your enemies aren't going to play fair. If you really want to be a strong witch, you have to remember it."

He shut you with a kiss, eagerly swirling his little wet tongue in your mouth and moaning when you gripped his horns again - although it often brought him some pain, he just loved it when you clenched them in your hands, kissing you even more ardently.

"You hurt me." You said with irritation, your knees still burning from your fall.

"Then hurt me in return." His feverish whisper made you tremble with need as you kissed the boy willingly, slowly grinding your hips against his and watching him blush and moan. You'd lie if you said you didn't enjoy that sense of control you had over him as you were on top of Steve, guiding him with your hands on his antlers. "Yes, just like that, ahh... You're so good to me, love."

Since you were unable to move away from him because of the spell, you thought you could indulge yourself a bit more and forced the boy to keep his head higher, kissing his pretty pink cheeks. He let out a soft sigh, his hands on your back and hips as he gently touched you, pressing kisses to your face.

Well, technically, you did lost him in that fight after Steve taught you how to summon the wind, despite him using a few tricks to outpower you. You lost all the blackberries trying to get to him, and now there wasn't much you could do to push him away. Thankfully, the boy wasn't trying to really hurt you, and you were still taken aback by his peculiar behavior.

"Sometimes I think it's all a dream, and I'm afraid when I wake up, you won't be here." Steve whispered to you and moaned lightly when you grinded your hips against his cock.

"You know I can't run from you." You grumbled and bit down in his lower lip softly, drawing a symbol on his forehead with you ash-covered fingers. "Why are you scared, anyway?"

"You don't know how it is," he said quietly, averting his eyes, "when all you do is wandering in the dark. No one to talk to, no one to touch, no one to share your concerns with, no one to ask advice from. You are all alone in the whole world, and no one cares if you're alive or not."

You stilled on top of him, watching his face and furrowing your brows. Steve looked pitiful. But why, dear Gods, would you pity the monster who kidnapped you from people you loved so you would wander the woods with him?

"You can conceal your form. Why not to go to the people and pretend you're one of them?" You asked, your tone icy.

"Because I'm Yeev's son." Steve gave you a weak smile as you stared at him, hard. "I can't leave the forest for more than a few days. Don't think I didn't try, my mother had paid with her life trying to bring me back to people."

You fell silent, thinking whether he lied to you or told you the truth. You didn't know much about Steve's past as he was never eager to talk about it, but you knew his mother escaped Yeev when his son was a child, still. Since he was alone for a long time, you suspected something had happened to her.

"Kiss me." He demanded harshly, and you immediately attached your lips to his, following his command and cursing the magic he used silently. This time Steve was almost trying to eat your mouth with his, sucking and biting, his hands on you as he started stripping you of your clothes impatiently.

You let out a groan, pushing his chest, but the more you struggled, the closer bonding spell was bringing you to him. Soon you could feel the cold air on your skin as your lower part was completely naked, covered only by the skirt of your dress. Steve growled when he pushed his already hard cock past your dripping folds, entering your cunt gently but then losing his patience and slamming his hips, thrusting into your core painfully as you moaned.

"Steve, it hurts, it hurts!" You pleaded when you felt the tip pressing into your cervix.

"I'm sorry, love." His voice was low when he bit his lips, shivering from pleasure and trying to withhold from moving, giving you time to adjust. "It feels so good inside you, ahh... Sweetheart, bite me."

You leaned closer, brushing your nose against the boy's neck and sucking his skin, touching it with your teeth carefully as the dark spot bloomed on his neck beneath your lips. You couldn't bring yourself to hurt him badly, and Steve growled, squeezing his eyes shut as he caressed your ass under the skirt. He was painfully hard, basking in the warmth of your soft body, but stayed still to give you time to adjust. You were too good. You couldn't harm him despite all the hate you threw his way earlier.

"I don't care how much you're going to hate me." He whispered against your lips hot from kisses, feeling your soaked walls clenching him like a vice. "But I won't let you leave. You can hate me, hurt me, but you're gonna stay here, with me. Do you understand?"

You moaned on top of him, gripping his antlers again to stabilize yourself on top of him, his back pressed to the huge oak tree.

"This is not right, S-steve." You said feverishly, bucking your hips as the pain ceased.

"It's not." He agreed, kissing you on the lips briefly. "But if you're going to feel better hurting me, then do it. I can take it. I'll take anything."

You moved up a little on his cock, gasping when the boy slammed his hips into yours impatiently, gripping your thighs and picking up the pace. Although he took your virginity not so long ago and it was still painful to have him all inside, it felt damn good when Steve was taking you like that now, hitting that spongy spot that made you mewl on top of him. Slamming that little monster beneath you against the tree with your arms on his antlers, you tried taking initiative yourself, massaging your walls with his cock shamelessly. Steve moaned openly at that, his cheeks red with embarrassment and need, saliva glistening on his pouty lips.

"Yes." He whispered, closing his eyes, a sickly sweet smile on his face. "I'll keep you close. Like t-that, ah. You're mine, my girl, m-mine. Ah!"

You moaned simultaneously with him when he hit your cervix with the leaking tip of his cock again, and suddenly the boy moved over, pressing your back to the ground and getting between your legs as he thrusted harder, touching that spot again and again until you were starting to see stars.

"My girl." He growled lowly above you, something animalistic, possessive in his gaze. "Mine alone."

He grinded his pelvis against your clit roughly, making you squirm beneath him as Steve pounded into you, speeding up. You felt his cock twitching inside, ready to fill you up to the brim. The symbol on his forehead started to glow warmly, and you threw your hands around his skinny angular shoulders, bringing him closer, feeling his hot breath on your skin as you moaned his name. When Steve's hand found your clit, your inner muscles contracted around his cock so hard you screamed, your voice echoing in the forest as you cummed hard, nearly delirious from the intense pleasure. The monster boy above you groaned, chasing his own orgasm and finishing soon after you, his knuckles turning white as he nearly fell down on top of you, pressing his fists into the ground.

You were slowly coming from your high, your body going colder as you shivered on the ground, barely covered by the grass. Steve was near, getting his breath back when you snuggled closer to him, seeking warmth.

"I'm cold. Do something." You whispered as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Now he felt so small, feeble. You felt the urge to cuddle with him, throwing your arms around his back.

Turning his head and looking at you with such naked love and affection, Steve left a kiss on your head, saying something in a language you had never heard before. Immediately you felt the heat rising beneath you as if the grass were turning into a warm bed, and you whispered a quiet thank you, relaxing against his body.

"Next time we're going to do it in bed, Steve." You exhaled tiredly, keeping your eyes closed. "Maybe I can't run from you, but you will have to become more civilized."

"And if I say I like being a beast rather than a man?" The boy smirked and then moaned right when you yanked his antler down. "Yes, yes, I'll get you a bed! A whole house!"

"Good." You murmured and brushed your soft lips against his cheek, moving your hand down to gently massage his head where the antlers were growing, making him tremble with delight. "If you want me to be yours, you will have to listen to what I say."

Grinning widely at you at you like a kid, Steve gave you a peck on your cheek and got up with a groan, giving you a hand to help you stand up. As you rose from the ground, brushing the dirt off your dress and gathering what Steve had left on the grass in haste, you sighed, watching the boy try to erase the symbol from his forehead.

"Love, you don't have to do this every time you lay down with me." He pouted as he came closer, asking you to wipe the ash off his skin silently. "I assure you, I can control myself. I won't harm you."

Rubbing his forehead with your thumb, you rolled your eyes, "My thighs still hurt, you know?"

"Then I can put some balm on them-"

"And jump on me in the process. Honestly, I have never thought such an innocent-looking boy like you can do all those... filthy things." You grumbled as he laughed at your words, picking up his lantern from a stump and watching you clean yourself and dress. "Arghh, I'm tired. Let's find a place for a halt before it gets too dark, monster boy."

He smiled, lowering his uncomfortably adoring look and taking your hand in his, leading you somewhere further into the woods from the clearing, his lantern lighting the path. It took you a couple of fights to prove you were worthy of defending yourself, but once you followed him on his way to the forest Steve wasn't trying to hurt you. Instead, he started teaching you magic as the power the Plague had given you was growing. You realized you had a good chance of outpowering him one day.

"Will you like me more if I become more civilized?" He suddenly asked you, picking up a few blackberries from a bush on his way and handing them to you. Furrowing your brows, you expected it to be some trick, but nothing happened as you hid them in a pocket of your dress.

"Maybe." You said honestly, looking at his deceptively feeble body. "I don't know how much human you are since you're the son of an evil spirit, but as long as you try to be good, I promise to stay with you willingly."

"I will try! I promise!" He snapped his head so fast his antlers trembled a litlle. "I'll build you a house and make you a soft bed. I promise I won't put spells on humans unless they hurt you or me."

Smiling to yourself, you rubbed his hand with your thumb as you kept walking forward, a few blackberries in your pocket. You knew the path you were taking wasn't easy, but maybe it was worth a try. It was certainly better than hurting each other all the time, wasn't it?

THE END

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itsleese · 3 years

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Did having the baby hurt or is it mainly discomfort more so than pain

Oh god yeah it’s pain! I’ll explain under a read more in case you don’t like this kinda stuff! 💕

So it starts with period-like cramps, and they suck! Then they morph into proper contractions, where your whole womb tightens and it feels like the entire area is a giant cramp— your back, too!— and they come and go. They start off really far apart and short, and as your labour progresses, so does the time between cramps, and the cramps last longer. I think when I was in hospital they were 2.5mins apart and lasting a little over a minute. It’s PAINFUL.

This happens until you’re ten centimetres dilated— yeah, your CERVIX, so they poke and prod at you so they know when you’re ready— and then the midwifes gonna ask you to start pushing the baby out, which is what the contractions help you do.

This HURTS! It all hurts!! But they offer you pain relief. There’s the gas, which doesn’t REALLY help with the pain, but it helps you with your breathing, which lessens the pain, and it also makes you a lil woozy which is fun ahahahah. Then there’s the epidural... which people have mixed feelings on. They insert a large needle into your back and it numbs you so you don’t feel pain. You can still feel sensations— well in my case I could!— but the pain isn’t there. There’s things that can go wrong because they’re messing with your spine, but I had and epidural with both of my kids and it made it so much easier during labour.

Epidurals make your recovery after labour longer bc there can be complications and you need a catheter and you’re numb and stuff, so they tend to only give them if you ask for them!

Then there’s the afterbirth! Sometimes during pushing you tear and need stitches, and then you get more cramps bc your womb is contracting and going back to normal size— takes up to 6wks I think!— and your hormones are wack...

Of course this is just my experience! It might be a little different for you, and I’m not trying to scare anyone off bc honestly I don’t even remember the pain of childbirth anymore! It’s been 4wks since Lewie was born and I feel so good! Not completely healed bc I did tear and had stitches and I’m a lil paranoid about them LMAO but I do feel amazing compared to how I felt while pregnant!

oml this got so long. IM SORRY! I’m not sure if I covered everything LMAO 😂

#GOD IM SORRY #I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE #weese talks life #baby weese #I’m not a medical professional #just my experiences #💖💖💖

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queenof-luna · 4 years

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Crimson

A/n: I wrote Hawks smut! 😘 I kinda wanted to base this off the manga cliffhanger between Dabi, Hawks and Twice. Hawks trying to kill Twice blowing his cover and Dabi putting him under his boot! I more imagined Reader was also an undercover and had to blow her own cover to save Hawks from Dabi and instead of taking him to a hospital for treatment she teleports him to a semi secluded island off the coast and nurses him back to health and well....Enjoy!

Warnings: Pwp, general lovemaking, no degradation, love triangle, angst at the end? Cliff hanger!

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"H-Hawks," you moaned arching your back off the bed and deeper into his touch as his hands glided up the softness of your thighs. The hero kept pressing kisses to the delicate flesh of your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin and admiring the way his saliva glistened in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Keigo, call me Keigo" he whispered thickly. His hands gripping the back of your thighs to pull you down the length of the bed so you were positioned perfectly underneath him.

"Y/n…" you breathed at the sensation of his clothed erection grinding against your clothed heat. "Beautiful" Keigo breathed against your neck. You weren’t sure if he was talking about your name or the way your body reacted so effectively to his touch.

Your skin felt like it was on fire with every graze of his fingers dancing across your skin. Goosebumps erupted up and down your arms and legs as Keigo continued his assault on your neck.

Leaving his trailing passionate kisses from just under your ear and along your jawline before capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. Eliciting a sinful moan from the back of your throat as he ground his hips into yours, the sweet friction of his clothed cock against your hot cunt.

"K-Kei...go p-please" you begged, slipping your hands from his shoulders down his back to the band of his sweatpants and tugged it down until his cock sprang free from its confines. The need to have him inside you, thrusting into your quivering heat was burning you from the inside out.

"I got you dovey" his hands glided down the curve of your waist to your hips to hook his fingers into the band of your lace panties; agonizingly slow he pulled the thin fabric down the spansion of your legs as he continued leaving wet kisses down your neck to your chest.

Capturing one of your hardened buds between his teeth and sucked tenderly forcing you to arch your back off the bed as another moan slipped from your kiss swollen lips.

Your toes flexed at the sensation as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing you to grind your soaking cunt into his erection.

Keigo smirked against your skin, "I want you dove, do you want me?" His voice, thick and sweet like honey. You nodded profusely. "Good girl, can you do me a favor first?" One of his hands slid down your stomach then between your shivering thighs as you patiently waited for his question.

His fingers prodded at your entrance as his thumb circled lightly over your clit. You whimpered and tightened your legs around his waist in response. His smile broadened as he watched you squirm underneath him, your sinful moans music to his ears. He was desperate to hear more.

"Cum for me" without waiting for your response he plunged two fingers deep inside your throbbing heat. "Kei-" your voice trailed at the sudden intrusion inside your tight hole.

The way his fingers curled and flexed inside you especially against the tenderness of your g-spot had stars dancing wildly in your eyes; the tension that had been building in the pit of your stomach up until now was now on the verge of snapping at any moment.

You ground yourself down on his digits, searching for the much needed release. Your symphony of moans only fueling his own desire to stuff himself inside you to feel your tight sopping pussy convulse around him. He was getting desperate to hear you scream his name as you came around him.

His cocked ached for attention, the head a dark purple as pre cum oozed from the slit. He gripped the base of his cock and gave a few pumps, thumbing the bead of pre cum from the slit to act as lubricant as he glided his hand up and down his shaft working his cock.

The months of being isolated on this damn island alone with this gorgeous creature and only ever able to steal glances at you or catch you undressing in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

With the sexual tension between them now to the point of unbearable.

You looked so goddamn sexy writhing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt. Your pussy clenching tighter than ever as you neared your climax. You were so close and he wanted to feel you cum around his cock.

He pulled his fingers from your dripping cunt the loss causing a whine of escape past your mouth, before you could utter a word of protest, a scream ripped from your throat as he pushed cock deep inside.

The action caused your eyes to roll back as euphoria swept over like flash fire. You felt so incredibly full as your pussy contracted around him. "Keigo! Please...God!" You exclaimed, gripping the bed sheets for dear life as he slowly started thrusting into you

"Fuck! You look so beautiful! You take my cock so well baby, so damn tight" Keigo praised, quickening his thrusts so the sound wet skin to skin contact filled the room.

"Harder. Fuck me harder. I need to cum again. Please let me cum on your cock again" you mewled, digging your fingernails into his biceps tossing your head back deeper into the pillows just as he gripped your waist tightly enough to leave light marks and set his hips into a more bruising pace.

Your pussy twitched and pulsated around him as you hurdled towards your next orgasm. Your breath hitches high in your throat just as he angled his hips to have his cock pound into a spot that had more stars dancing behind your eyes, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. You teetered dangerously on the edge and all you needed was one good push to come tumbling off.

Keigo leaned down to place kisses along your neck, teeth nipping lightly at the scent gland just behind your jugular. The impression of another’s teeth marks already claimed the flesh, but it was faded and done haphazardly and carelessly placed that it showed him the one before him had cared so little for you.

He wanted to change that.

Keigo could feel you squeezing him so tightly, the ridges of your walls massaging the prominent veins that ran on the underside of his cock. The constant ache was starting to become nearly impossible to hold back any longer.

“I love you, I want you to be mine forever” before you had a chance to react he had angled his cock and slammed his hips into your cervix hard enough to have you crying his name along with a slew of biblical praises to a higher power.

Keigo bit into the soft flesh of your neck. Causing another wave of electricity to course through you as another orgasm ripped through you, your pussy constricting around his throbbing cock milking him as he came inside, filling you with his fertile seed spilling straight into your awaiting womb.

They stayed connected, catching their breath as you both slowly came down from your highs. “Sorry, I just got carried aw-“ Keigo started to say but was cut off by a pair of soft lips covering his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and up into this sweat drenched sandy blonde hair pulling him deeper into a sweet kiss.

You pulled away, a string of saliva connected between you both, you smiled at him “I love you too, Keigo” the winged hero smiled down at you and slicked back your hair so he could get a better look at your beautiful face and kissed you again.

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, making both new found lovers jump in surprise. Your eyes widening in horror at the patchwork villain standing in the doorway, his eyes damn near glowing with rage at the sight before him.

His fists clenched tightly suppressing the urge to set the place on fire right then and there. “Well, well, well look what I found the no. 2 hero and my whore in bed together” Dabi seethed. “Was she a good fuck for you too?” The villain grinned.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you protectively, his hero instincts in overdrive. Dabi laughed as he raised a hand up now ignited with blue flames. “Die like the hero trash you are!” Everything happened too fast for you to react, a flurry of bright blue flames and crimson red feathers clouded your vision as intense heat filled the space.

“Keigo!”

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #bhna hawks #bnha x reader #dabi #keigo tamaki #hawks x reader #mha keigo takami #hawks smut #bnha dabi #mha x you #character x you #bnha angst #love triangle #keigo takami x reader #manga spoilers

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ibelongtowrath · 3 years

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Thank you for sharing that, I really didn't know a lot about the IUD process. I feel a little more educated🤔

Oh don’t let me scare you away from getting one, everyone has different experiences lol

I’ma put the rest of this under a cut but this is basically how it goes

It’s mostly painful because they have to kinda force your cervix open. Your cervix is closed for a reason, so nothing (other than sperm) can get into your uterus.

The cervix really only opens for childbirth, why they check to see how far your cervix is dilated (opened). So forcing it open causes your muscles to cramp up, much like a contraction.

Not only that, but they have to insert a tube into it to insert into the uterus, and then release the IUD (it’s folded up in the tube), so that also hurts.

It’s different for everyone, but some pain and cramping is pretty common, and if they have a hard time opening you up (which they seem to have for me), it can make the pain worse.

So uh yeah, there’s videos and stuff on the exact process, but basically you’re gonna experience discomfort no matter what lol

#answered #tw birth control #cw birth control

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baby-dav · 3 years

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We made it to 39 weeks and 1 day!

Baby boy decided he didn’t want to be induced, he wanted to come on his own. Saturday morning around 2:45a I was woken up with some contractions, nothing crazy but it woke me out my sleep, so I decided to track them. They were about every 6-12 minutes. They started getting more intense and I just waited, finally me and dad decided to get up and get ready and I took a shower around 6am.

Then the contractions slowed down, they started coming every 12-18 mins 🙄🙄🙄 so we went back to sleep and at 8am they came back every 4 mins and we got up and headed to the hospital! We got there at 9am and I had to take a Rapid covid test before I could be admitted, I was already 4cm and those contractions were kicking my whole butt! I was forced to wait alone for and hour and a half before the test came back (negative) and I could be sent to labor and delivery.

I was wheeled to the room and forced to pee and then before I could even leave the bathroom the anesthesiologist was there to give me my epidural 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾. Yes, it stings. It was a pain I wasn’t really prepared for but I don’t remember it anymore. It went by and I couldn’t feel any contractions and everything was amazing. Me and dad sat there from about 11a to 3p. All of a sudden I started getting a pressure type feeling in my vagina and kinda in my butt like I had to poop and out of nowhere I began to throw up, these things excited the nurses and about 5 of them ran in the room and started preparing things. But apparently baby’s heart was too low and was low for about 5 mins. They made me switch from my left to right side( all while numb in my legs) and then we settled on all fours. They gave me a shot in my thigh that was to stop my contractions immediately and it did. I was still only 4cm dilated; Apparently my contractions and body was ready to push baby out but my cervix would not open up for him and it was stressing him out, so the doctor walked in about 10 mins later and said time for an emergency c section.

I was given a second epidural, this time to numb my stomach and was whisked away to the OR. I didn’t have time to really process what was going on, I just knew I wanted dad with me. They gave me oxygen and got me ready when I heard a nurse tell the doctor baby is at 80, and she said oh okay well let’s get started and literally 30 second later I heard baby out at 50 and there was my son. He was big and crying his eyes out and dad wasn’t even there yet! Finally I saw him walk in and they showed him the baby and he brought him over and that was it:

I was just there on the table spread eagle and stomach spread as well. There was this pressure in my rib cage for the longest time and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The anesthesiologist was there telling me my oxygen levels were at 100 and I was just fine, he sat there and talked to me and dad held my hand and then that was it. The doctor leaned over the towel to say something but all I saw was blood all over her face shield. I truly want to know what happened over there for there to be so much blood splatter.

I spent Saturday - Monday in the hospital and I’ve been healing okay. I passed a really large clot about the size of my palm because o don’t know how to sit the hell down sometimes and let people do things for me: my legs and thighs have swelled so wide I feel like i belong on my 600 lb life 😫😫😫 it took 3 days for me to finally be able to lift my legs high enough to sleep on the couch and that’s what’s been helping my leg swelling go down. At first I was just sleeping in the recliner in my room dying because my ass was hurting too much.

Feb 5 was my sons original due date and today he is 6 days old! I’m learning so many new things and every day it’s something new. Today he’s mega grumpy and daddy is really tired. I feel bad that I have to heal from a c section and that I can’t help as much as I want to, but he’s a trooper and he’ll finally get some rest this weekend because grandma is coming to help.

#39 weeks 1 day #emergency c section #cesarean delivery #first pregnancy

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matriarchofthehhc · 5 years

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Little bear

A Longmire mpreg fic by Charlotte Crema

Henry was sleeping peacefully on the couch beside Walt in the Red Pony, his head resting on Walt’s lap and his arms gently cradling his belly. It’d been a long day for both of them and frankly, they were both pretty worn out. Walt was fast asleep with his head cocked back, mouth wide open, and his right hand resting on top of Henry’s baby bump. His left hand was cradling Henry’s head. The snow was falling outside and Marvin Gaye could be heard softly playing in the background as they slept. The atmosphere in Henry’s office was so calming. Between the soft sound of Henry’s and Walt’s deep, steady breaths, and the quiet whirring of Henry’s electric space heater, one would start to feel sleepy as soon as they set foot in there. Sadly, this was all about to change.

It was about an hour or so later when Henry was awoken by a slight cramp in his lower back. He sighed and brushed it off, thinking it was nothing but another pesky braxton hicks contraction. He tried to get comfortable again, cuddling up closer to Walt, but was hit by another cramp. The only thing different about this one was that it spread through his entire pelvic region. He let out a soft groan, burying his face into Walt’s stomach as he curled up on his side, hugging onto Walt. “You ok, Henry?” Walt asked, gently rubbing Henry’s back. Henry nodded. “Pesky cramps.” he muttered. The words came out all muffled though because Henry’s face was pressed against Walt. “Sorry Henry, I don’t really understand face-in-belly.” Walt replied. “Ha ha, very funny.” Henry said, looking up at Walt, “I said it’s just some annoying cramps again I’m ok.” “Ok…” Walt said, “Let me know if they get any worse, ok?” Henry nodded, burying his face back in Walt’s stomach.

An hour or so later the cramps were beginning to become slightly worse. Henry was trying his best to tough it out but he found it growing harder to do so. Henry sighed and left Walt sleeping in his office while he decided to pace a bit around the bar. Every now and then he’d have to stop and lean against an available chair, table, or counter and ride out another cramp. They were beginning to sting a bit more than regular braxton hicks contractions and he was starting to get a little worried. He was two weeks away from his due date so he thought he still had time to prepare before the baby came but it would appear fate had other plans.

It had only been forty five minutes since Henry had begun pacing about the bar and it didn’t seem to alleviate the pain very much. Every so often he’d find himself letting out little involuntary groans as each contraction hit. He was silently hoping to himself that he wasn’t in labor...but all that burst into flames when he felt a gush of warm fluids between his legs. “OH FUCK MEEE!” He cried, startling Walt who had been fast asleep. “HENRY?! WHAT’S WRONG?! ARE WE BEING ROBBED?!” Walt cried, jumping up and grabbing his gun. “N-no, put the gun down it’s not that.” Henry replied, “I think my water just broke.” Walt zipped out to the bar to find Henry leaning against the counter, clutching his belly with a puddle beneath his feet. “Oh…oh my god.” Walt said, turning pale. “Exactly.” Henry said, trembling slightly. “Ok…let’s not panic...there’s no need to freak out…” Walt said, “Um...should we maybe call a doctor?” “With this snow storm happening? I doubt they’d be able to make it.” Walt bit his lip, his brow furrowing. “So...what do we do?” “What else?” Henry said, “You’ll probably have to help deliver the baby.” Walt stared at Henry, his eyes wide. “Walt...you do know how to deliver a baby, don’t you?” Walt blinked. “Um...do...do horses count?” “WALT!”

An hour had passed and the snow showed no sign of letting up. By now the pain had gotten bad enough that Henry couldn’t walk on his own. Walt was helping him pace around the bar, whispering encouraging words in his ear and rubbing his back. Henry was glad that he had Walt here to help him...even if Walt didn’t really know that much about delivering a baby. If he had to deliver the baby on his own...no. Best not to focus on that. Everything is going to be just fine. Right?! “H-hey…Walt?” Henry said, “Uh...m-maybe we should take this into my office? Kinda don’t wanna give birth in the bar…” “Need me to carry you?” Walt asked. Henry shook his head. “I think we can probably just walk.” Walt nodded, slowly guiding Henry to his office. Next thing they knew, Henry was hit with the most powerful contraction he’d ever felt. It was powerful enough to make him yelp and almost fall to his knees. “Ok! That’s it.” Walt said, catching Henry and taking him into his arms, “I’m carrying you.” “Just…just don’t slip a disk or anything...ok?” Henry said, panting slightly.

Once they were in Henry’s office, Walt set Henry on the couch and helped him take off his pants and underwear. “Ok…so…now what?” Walt asked. “Well...now you’d probably have to check me.” Henry said. Walt blinked. “W-wait….wait...I’d have to do WHAT now?!” Hery groaned, rolling his eyes. “Gimme a pair of latex gloves from the first aid kit under my desk.” he said. Walt did as he was told, still confused as to what Henry was going to do. As soon as Henry applied the gloves and slipped a finger up into his uterus, Walt blushed and covered his eyes. “Walt, what are you doing?” “Uh…..not looking?” Walt replied, still blushing. “Good god...Walt, this is what I have to do to see how dilated the cervix is so I know if we have time to call Cassie or not!” Henry said, “And don’t act like you haven’t seen me do this before, dumbass! I know you’ve walked in on me masturbating on more than one occasion!” “Well…y-yeah….” Walt said, “But this is different.” “Not really!” Henry said, “And I don’t think we’ll have time to call Cass, by the way. I’m already at nine centimeters and I’ve got a feeling she wouldn’t arrive before I reach ten with all this snow.” “So then…” “You’re going to have to help me.” Walt immediately turned pale. “M-me?”

Walt was scrambling around searching for all the things they’d need to deliver the baby. He’d stop every now and then to check in on Henry and comfort him which was helpful since Henry was scared and in complete agony from contractions. Once Walt gathered all the things they needed, Henry checked himself again. “Fuck.” he said, “Walt, you’re going to need to put some exam gloves on.” “Y-you aren’t at ten centimeters already?!” “Yes, I am. Now hurry up and put on the gloves before-” Suddenly, Henry felt the tell-tale pressure building up in his uterus. “Henry? You ok?” “I need to push.” “W-wait what? What about the-” “WALT I NEED TO PUSH NOW!” Walt immediately shut up and let Henry grab his hand as Henry bore down with a scream. “You’re doing great, Henry.” he said softly, giving Henry’s hand a squeeze. “AAAGH FUCK THIS BURNS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!” Henry cried, “I’M GONNA TEAR FOR SURE!” “C’mon, Henry. You’ve got this!” Walt said, “You’re doing really well!” “OH FUCK THAT! WHY DON’T YOU TRY GIVING BIRTH AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT?!” “Henry, there’s no need to yell. You got this.” Walt said, “All you need to focus on right now is the baby.” Henry ignored Walt and continued to push, gripping Walt’s hand tightly. “Walt? C-can you see the head at all?” Henry asked panting. “Lemme look.” Walt said. As soon as he went to go check, the head began slipping back in. “OOOOH NONONO FUCK!” Henry cried, “WALT IT’S GOING BACK IN!” “Then you should probably start pushing again.” Walt said. Henry nodded and bore down again, gripping the couch. “Good! You’re doing great!” Walt said, “Keep pushing!” Henry whimpered as he pushed even harder. All of a sudden, Walt burst into laughter. “W-what’s so funny?” Henry asked, a bit out of breath from pushing. “Holy shit….Henry…..” Walt said, “This kid has so much hair! I thought it was a bear!” “WALT OH MY GOD.” “Sorry! Sorry! Head’s halfway out. Keep pushing!” Henry let out a howl of pain as he pushed the rest of the head out. “Whoa…ok...that was quick.” “Walt…just shut up. Ok?” Henry gasped, “Jeezis.” “Sorry…” Walt said, looking at the floor. “It…it’s fine. You’re ok.” Henry said, “Let me just check for the cord.” Walt waited patiently as Henry checked. “We good?” he asked once Henry removed his finger from under the baby’s chin. Henry nodded. “All clear.” he replied.

Pushing the shoulders out was total hell. “AAAGH FUUUUCK WALT WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH BROAD SHOULDERS?!” Henry cried, tears rolling down his face as he pushed. “Blame my father.” Walt said, “It’s a dominant gene on his side of the family.” “AAAAAAAH FUCK IT HURTSSSSSS!” “You’re doing great, Henry. The baby’s almost out.” “How much longeeeer?” Henry whimpered, sobbing slightly. “One more big push should do it.” Henry nodded and took a deep breath before bearing down as hard as he could, holding Walt’s hand in a death grip and emitting a scream so loud it made Walt’s blood curdle. He swore he could hear the bones in Walt’s fingers cracking as he pushed. As soon as he got the shoulders out, the rest of the baby followed making Henry gasp as he felt the baby’s body slip out. “Ooooh god!” he gasped before passing out.

He was only out for a minute or so before he heard the wails of a newborn. He jolted up before letting out a groan as he felt his head throbbing. “Take it easy, Henry. Everything’s ok.” Walt said. “Is...is the baby alright?” Henry murmured. Walt smiled. “Your son is fine. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a strong set of lungs.” he replied, handing the baby to Henry. Henry immediately nuzzled the baby close to his chest, gently caressing the baby’s head. “Hey, it’s ok. I know you were scared by the yelling kiddo.” he murmured. The baby continued to wail. “I knowwww, I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Henry said, giving the baby a kiss in the head, “It’s ok, daddy’s here. It’s ok.” “What do you think we should name him?” Walt asked. “Aidan.” Henry said, “Aidan Standing Bear.”

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rising-generations · 5 years

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i know no one asked for them but hey, take some pretty detailed headcanons on my daiya/hiro kiddos (the first two at least) do note that daiya is trans here uvu

- so daiya and hiro got together after daiya and chisa / hiro and chihiro got together, but they were pining for a while. like. a long while. until their respective partners were like "we don't mind sharing go for it bro" - daiya knows hiro adores kids so he's the one who brings up them having some. hiro knows that it was hard for daiya to get pregnant, though, so he says he's not bothered if they end up not being able to have a bio kid, that's fine. in fact he suggests adoption at first, which neither of them are against, however... - the way it ends up, daiya gets pregnant the first time they try somehow and hiro is. incredibly shocked to say the very least. as is daiya but he doesn't show it as much

- as for who they tell first, daiya tells chisa first and hiro tells chihiro, since they are their partners and kinda need to know, and they're both very happy for them. it's real sweet! there's no jealousy or anything cause like, yknow, they're pretty much their kid too

- the first month is pretty uneventful other than daiya finding out relatively early because they were expecting the results. hiro is just. so happy. much crying from hiro. also lots of cuddles and kisses. - second month sees a slightly more like. broody daiya is the best way to describe him. it's not that he's mad at the people around him he's just. broody. he's also mother henning the other kids like crazy. - additionally he's a little snippier than usual and his temper a bit shorter but it's not. horrible. hiro does cry once and it makes daiya feel really bad so he tries not to do it again - third month, there's a lot of hormonal stuff going on and it's a little harder for daiya to adjust than for his other pregnancies for some reason? they figure out why not too far in: surprise, it's twins! daiya is. understandably shocked because what he just had twins with chisa. but not mad bc that makes everything else make sense. - he's also wanting to "eat and hide" a lot for some reason? normally he stays in the living room for dinner with hiro and the others + kids but now he's like "i must take my food and Run". nobody tries to stop him bc hey he has his reasons - month four and he's gaining more weight so now there's a visible baby bump and he gets a little self conscious. but never to fear, hiro is there with kisses! he does try to make sure that daiya's eating a sensible diet bc left unchecked he'd just survive off of like candy and soda and as enticing as that sounds it's not good for a pregnant person - also catch hiro talking to daiya's stomach bc that is a thing hiro would do you can't convince me otherwise don't even try to - also highkey daiya gets more cuddly around this time. he just wants cuddles and snuggles. and is also very clingy. unfortunately for mondo he is often the target of this clingy worry and gets fussed over a lot ("daiya i have two kids of my own would you please leave me alone") - month five and his emotions just. spike. daiya is either very happy or very sad and there's no in-between. like. he'll be having a normal conversation and then drop a spoon or something and now he's bawling. hiro and/or chisa can usually calm him down but sometimes you'll just catch daiya crying for thirty minutes over one of those SPCA commercials - month six and now on top of being emotional he's also really, really moody and broody and nesting horribly. all the pillows and blankets are belong to daiya. hiro buys him one of those pregnancy pillow things and daiya does not let go of it, don't even try to take it from him you will not succeed and also you might lose an arm or two - however despite being moody and whatnot he still wants to cuddle with hiro and receive back rubs because having a previous spinal injury + carrying two children is not an easy thing to do. but thankfully both hiro and chisa are very willing to take care of him - month seven is when daiya starts getting tired of being pregnant, especially with twins because they're very active (apparently they did Not inherit hiro's chill) and no part of him is safe. he's sleeping a lot more to make up for the times at night when he can't because the kids decide it's party time. daiya still fusses over the other kids but it's mainly hiro/chisa + chihiro taking care of them now because he's mainly resting. - by the eighth month he's so done. he loves his kids. he loves his partners. but he does not love this experience and wants it to be over. it's pretty obvious that he's not gonna be happy until the babies are out and in his arms. hiro does his best to keep him calm because he's emotional once more and liable to cry at everything and anything. pretty much everyone's ready for the babies to just be born already.

as for the actual birth, daiya is a whole week past his due date and no one is happy. he's just. mad. and crying. and ready to do just about anything to get these kids out of him because he's miserable and ready to be done. they're a day away from taking him in to be induced when his water breaks in the middle of the night and he's like "okay fucking finally" because as badly as he wanted to get these kids out of him he also was adamant about not having them at a hospital (his and chisa's were born at home with a midwife so that's how he prefers to go).

he is in. so much pain. and it's hard for hiro to be there because with his and chihiro's kids, chihiro had a c-section so it was? not very intense? plus she was high as a mf kite bc of the drugs so there's that, but there's none of that with daiya. he has awful back labor and his contractions are really strong right from the start. but we'll give hiro credit because he does stay the whole time and hold his hand and basically does whatever daiya asks him to, which is mostly just to stay right with him.

it's way more intense than they were expecting because daiya goes from three centimeters dilation to like. eight centimeters in an hour and a half and everyone's just like "how did this happen so fast what the fuck" but unfortunately that just means more pain for daiya (the cervix dilating is literally your actual bones pulling apart so like. dilating that fast is p a i n f u l)

thankfully he only has to push for like thirty minutes before the first one is born and then the second one comes like ten minutes later so. all's well that ends well! they have a girl and a boy, tomoka and mitsuharu oowada. and they're both completely healthy so no complications on that side at least

some assorted things for after: - tomoka is the clingy baby and mitsuharu is more independent, personality-wise, but tomoka gets more independent as she gets older - despite them being hellions as fetuses, as babies they're actually hella chill. so apparently they did actually get hiro's chill - hiro has freckles and he passes them onto his kids - they were both weaned at the same time, around six months, because daiya unfortunately discovered they had teeth when nursing them one morning. you can imagine how that went. mondo thought this was hilarious until several years later he went through the same thing with ayako and daisuke - tomoka did not. absolutely did not. want to wean. not at all. not in the slightest. she was pissed and even after weaning she'd still cry if she wasn't on or near the titty - mitsuharu on the other hand was like "hell yeah i want food give it to me" - hiro adores his babies oh my god. he'd spend every minute with them if he was able and also didn't have to do things

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #mpreg #daiyakure #danganronpa next gen #my headcanons #headcanons #dr

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Reunited

Sam’s locked in a government prison during the birth of his first child. Reuniting him with his family is the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Native American!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~1500

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of killing, Alpha/Omega parenting instincts, non-graphic labor, fluff, lots of happy tears

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When Sam’s taken to the secret government prison, wrists and ankles shackled, his first thought isn’t how he’s going to get free, or why Dean’s placed in a separate cell, or why the place exists in the first place and who runs it.

His first thought is of you and the pup you’re about to birth.

He shouldn’t have left you. Almost nine months pregnant and ready to pop any week, he’d elected to leave you in the care of his mother and go on the search for the mother of Lucifer’s Nephilim offspring.

He hadn’t expected to get caught by the fucking Feds. And as far as he knows, nobody’s aware of what’s happened.

He’s interrogated. Rigorously. Questions about where he grew up, what he does, how old he is, all the way to where he and his brother live.

Pleading will do nothing to get him out any faster, he knows that for sure. If he wants to leave, the agents will ask why, and if he gives his Omega and their coming child away, they’ll be the perfect targets. A new Omega mother, with no handle on her new maternal instincts, would be lethal to unarmed men, but Sam doesn’t put it past the soldiers he sees almost daily to put a bullet in both her and a defenseless pup without blinking.

So, no matter how much it pains him, he has to wait.

Sam’s been gone for two weeks. You’re trying not to stress, but the reality that your Alpha might not be with you when you birth your pup constantly hangs over your head. Cas is looking for them, and Mary’s doing what she can, what with you so close to your due date. It would be dangerous to leave you in the bunker alone.

It’s a Friday morning when you go into labor. You and Mary are in the library, doing what you can to trace Sam and Dean to somewhere other than the motel where you’d last heard from them. There’s a sudden shift, and then a gush of warm liquid coursing down your legs at the same time a stabbing pain shoots up from your cervix.

“Ow!” You brace yourself on the table with one hand, holding your stomach with the other. Mary looks up, her brow furrowed.

“Did your water break?”

You nod, tears immediately springing to your eyes.

“Okay.” She abandons the papers she’d been sorting and rushes around the table. “Okay, honey, lean on me. It’s okay, I got you.”

She helps you stagger down the hallway and into the closest bedroom, which you’ve been keeping prepped and ready for the birth. Everything’s there; your favorite pillows, soft blankets, towels…

...except for Sam.

The moment you’re situated on the bed, you burst into tears. Mary clicks her tongue and sits beside you, pulling you against her side.

“He’s n-not here,” you weep, “Sam’s not he-ere and I need h-him…”

“Shhh,” she soothes you by stroking your hair the way she’s observed her youngest son do it a million times. “We’ll find him, Y/N, I promise we’ll find him, but right now we need to get this pup out and into the world, okay?”

You sniff and nod, taking several deep breaths to attempt to regain some self-control. “It hurts.”

“I know.” Mary rests her cheek on the top of your head. “Can you get undressed? I need to get some hot water and call Jody.”

“J-Jody?”

“She said she’d come down if we needed an extra hand.” Mary stands up, gripping your hand firmly in hers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? Try and relax, breathe through the contractions.”

She leaves the room, keeping the door open. The air around you smells stale, and you can’t help but let another sob escape, knowing that your Alpha isn’t going to be by your side for a very long time.

~ THREE MONTHS LATER ~

Sam takes in a breath of the fresh nighttime air. It’s chilly, but he’s running on hot, having just come off a particularly nasty rut that may or may not have driven him to slaughter a couple of government agents in full S.W.A.T. gear just hours before.

He and Dean are exhausted, but they have to keep going if they don’t want to get caught again.

It doesn’t take them long to find Cas and Mary standing in the thick brush just off the road. Sam immediately dashes towards his mother, almost crushing her in a hug that makes it hard for her to breathe.

“How’s Y/N?” he asks urgently. “Is she okay? Did the pup come?”

Mary nods, tears in her eyes. “Yeah… you’ve got a daughter, Sammy.”

Sam almost collapses at the news.

It takes forever to get back to the bunker. When Sam takes his first step through that door at almost one in the morning, the first thing he smells is your warm honey and vanilla aroma, and then something else… something he can’t describe.

It’s his child.

He’s hurtling down the stairs before he knows it, heart racing in his chest. He follows the scent through the kitchen and into the hallway, nearly slamming right into you as you run in the opposite direction towards the sound of the bunker’s door closing. You look radiant, if a bit sleep deprived, but Sam can’t help the tears that fill his eyes when he sees you.

“Sam!” You throw yourself at him, letting out a loud sob as he wraps his arms around you. “Oh my God, you’re back…”

“I’m back.” He pulls back to cup your face and pulls you into a deep kiss that makes your head spin as his tears fall onto your face. “I’m back, ‘mega, I’m home.”

“I missed you so much,” you say, your breath hitching as you begin to cry yourself, “where were you?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later… I wanna see the pup, can I see her?”

You scent him, then grimace. “Shower first. I don’t like the scent… and this.” You pluck at his blue prison jumper. “I’ll get you some new clothes, okay?”

Sam stiffens. He doesn’t expect to be denied access to his firstborn, and he’d be lying if it doesn’t tick him off a little. “Y/N, I want to see her.”

The growl you emit shakes him to his bones. You’re still in the first feral stages of motherhood, and Sam knows he’d do well not to test your instinct to protect your pup in any way possible. The Alpha in him instinctually submits to the maternal threat, and he pulls you into one last quick kiss before quickly retreating down the hallway.

It’s the fastest shower of his entire life. When he gets out, he sees a pair of gray sweats folded up on the shower bench and quickly towels off, stepping into the clothing with a sigh of mixed anxiety and relief.

You’re waiting outside, arms folded across your chest. The moment he appears, you take his hand and stretch up on your toes.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I want her to smell you, not—”

“I know.” His breath shudders as he traces his thumbs over your cheeks. “Can I see her now?”

All tension resolved, you pull him down the hallway, desperate to show him your offspring like a child on Show-and-Tell day. The small crib in the corner of your room has a little canopy over it, shielding the baby inside from the lamplight, and Sam hangs back a few steps as you push it out of the way and reach down.

“Come here, baby,” you coo, lifting the infant out and cradling her to your chest. When you turn around, Sam’s knees give out at the sight of his child swaddled in your arms. He collapses on the bed, his entire body trembling as he holds his arms out, tears of pride and joy brimming in his eyes.

“Oh my God…” he accepts her into his arms with some awkwardness; she’s small enough for him to cradle in both hands. “She’s so small…”

“She came easy,” you tell him, “I was only in labor for fifteen hours.”

Sam chokes on a sob as the baby wraps her little fingers around his thumb. “I missed it… I wasn’t here for you, ‘mega…”

“You couldn’t help it.” You kiss his bare shoulder and watch him blink tears away. “Your mom and Jody helped me.”

“Good, good… that’s good.” Sam nods slowly. “What’s her name?”

“Jasmine.” You swallowed thickly. “I, uh, I wanted to wait until you got back before I named her, but that one kinda just came to me.”

Sam sniffs and adjusts the baby in his grip, slowly lifting her to rest against his bare chest, cradled in both arms. She stirs, and a soft, mewling coo leaves her full, pink lips. “She doesn't know me,” Sam murmurs, “I’m a stranger…”

“I wrapped her in your shirts,” you explain, “she could smell you that way, so she knows who you are.”

“She knows.” Sam sighs with relief and closes his eyes. “I wasn’t here for you, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I should never have left.”

“Don’t be.” You kneel on the bed beside him and wipe the tears off his cheeks. “You’re home now. We’re a family.”

Sam gazes down at the sleeping pup in his arms. “Yeah… yeah, we are.”

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inner-sunshine · 5 years

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The Freebirth of Baby A:

After an eventful day of sightseeing in San Francisco with my husband's family, the night of April 25th was a bit restless for me. I was pretty worn out from walking all day, uncomfortable from being, at this point, 41 weeks 2 days pregnant.

I woke up multiple times in the night, experiencing a lull of back pain and overall tightness in my stomach muscles.

Weeks before this night, I had been excited, ready, then put off when my previous (what I didn't realize was prodromal and perfectly normal) labors fizzled to nothing.

However, something was different about this night. Falling asleep felt instantaneous, like my body needed me resting, yet I woke up a few times to use the bathroom- my body cleaning itself out to fully prepare.

I woke the morning of April 26th with what I recognized were actual waves- contractions. They weren't regularly spaced nor very painful, moreso uncomfortable, like gas pain.

Hosting company, I cooked breakfast for everyone occasionally pausing to acknowledge the waves of my womb.

My mother-in-law noticed something off about me, I think how I was more into myself than my usual social self, and I told her I didn't want to jinx anything, but I thought I was in early labor.

My husband's family wanted to continue sight-seeing parts of the Bay Area (they were visiting from Chicago where we are originally from) and left the house about midday. Only my husband, L & B (my sons), and myself remained.

Looking back now, I'm thankful that they wanted to give us some space because I needed a few hours to get into a more internal mindset to keep my goal on track -- delivering my baby at home.

The boys played while I bounced on an exercise ball, opening my hips and swaying with the waves of contractions. At this point they were still pretty far apart, about 12-15 minutes, and pretty short in length.

After nearly 2 hours of that (about 2pm), I was becoming impatient and a little frustrated because not only were my contractions not picking up, it almost felt like they were slowing down. (Though now, I feel this was all in my head)

I told my husband I wanted to go out and walk around, coincidentally it was when Toys R Us was closing all their locations and the one local to us was having a huge sale, so we went. I figured we could get something for the boys to get involved with in case I either A; do have the baby at home, or B; need to transfer and my MIL has to take the boys. I paced around the store while the kids picked out play doh, toy trucks, and sidewalk chalk.

Leaving the store I tell my husband I want to go home, right now. We had planned maybe stopping somewhere to eat, but even though my contractions hadn't changed much, something changed within me and I just wanted to be home. I followed my instincts.

We got home, a bit after 3, B was really weepy so I decided to lay down and try to nap with him. We were both tired. My body told me to rest and I obliged. I was (well, tbh, still AM) breastfeeding B and thought getting a quick feed in would probably help me progress and relax us both. B fell asleep, and so did I.... for about 20 minutes.

I woke up to contractions that felt a lot more intense than they were previously. I decided to get in the tub to get some relief, especially for my back, for me, is where I feel most of my labors. I timed a couple contractions and they were only about 10 minutes apart. I thought I had a ways to go, hours at least- and by this time it was about 4:30 PM.

I'm not one to condone cervical checks during labor, to be frank, they don't mean anything progress-wise and can potentially irritate an already busy cervix. Alas I was curious, so while in the tub I checked my cervix and to my surprise-- it felt incredibly high up, so high I couldn't even reach it to see how dilated I was. I was so frustrated, at this point I really thought baby wasn't going to be born until after midnight.

I started feeling a little discouraged; I was tired and thought I hadn't even made it halfway, I cried a little. Then, I laid in the tub and just closed my eyes, trying to ground myself while breathing as deeply as possible. My favorite birth affirmations filled my mind and I calmed myself down, confident again.

About 5pm now, my husband's family returns from their outing and I was still in the tub... just as things totally pick up.

Within 20 minutes my contractions went from 10 minutes to 4 minutes apart and they lasted about 50-70 seconds long. It started becoming difficult to communicate through them, all my focus was on breathing and resting in between. I opened the drain of the tub and turned the faucet on as hot as it would go directly on my back as the pressure became more intense.

The boys came into the bathroom to see what was going on and my husband explained that the baby in mommy's belly is going to come out. L asks if it hurts. I say yes, but I am going to be okay once the baby comes out. They sat and watched for a little while, then went back to play with their cousins.

A powerful surge washed over me and I instantly felt nauseous, I knew what this was and what it meant -- I was in transition; the baby was definitely coming and SOON. (As I said before, this is why one should always decline cervical checks during labor, upon checking my cervix and feeling I had "not progressed" it threw off my whole mood when really I was only about 30 minutes from hitting transition)

I popped out of the tub and vomited into a bowl that my husband brought into the bathroom earlier. He was incredible. I cannot even explain to you how in sync he was to what I needed, without me even saying a word. Indescribably linked.

I stayed on the bathroom floor for maybe 2 contractions after hitting that transition and my instincts spoke to me again. I needed to be somewhere soft. Baby was coming and needed to be caught somewhere more suitable. I obliged and after my next moan through a surge I told my husband I needed help getting into bed.

Mind you, I had planned to have the baby in my bathroom. I had deep cleaned it, set up the space and supplies so everything was accessible in that room. Still in only a few minutes, my husband had all my towels layered on my bed & a bin of supplies on my dresser. Between surges I quickly crouched on my bed on all fours; what was comfortable at the time.

Literally the next surge was so intense and had more pressure behind it that my water broke into my hand. It was warm, I looked down to check it's color -- clear, almost tinged pink. No meconium, not that it is necessarily bad to have stained waters (it's really a non issue), but it was something I wanted to pay attention to, personally, being over 40 weeks.

My next 2 surges brought my body into FER (Fetal Ejection Reflex) and I was pulled into a more tripod stance, on my knees with my left hand supporting me and my right hand covering my vaginal opening, ready to catch.

I stopped being aware of what was going on around me, my eyes were probably open, but I wasn't seeing anything or processing anything other than the visualization of my baby's descent out of me and into this world.

Surge came and I felt the top of a head pop into my palm. I lightly smoothed my fingers over it, it was soft, warm, and I felt hair! So much hair. I say out loud; "I feel a head and it has hair!" My husband was behind me with his hands on my back, he says; 'I can see it! Almost here! Come on, boo!'

I'm in a lot of pain here, the "ring of fire" is in full force and my surges are at their most intense with maybe 10 seconds of break in between.

1st surge after crowning: I deep belly moan and FER pulls my body together. My hand now completely cups baby's head. My vaginal opening is b u r n i n g .

2nd surge after crowning: Deep in my belly once again I moan like a cow as my body pushes for me. My hand leaves baby's head as I feel it pass, then shoulders and in one fluid motion baby is out -- 5:40pm -- I lean behind it to get a look & assess.

I notice it is grey-purple in color, grimacing, and hands & legs were moving. Very good signs. Babe only had vernix in their hair and under their neck, but I think that's because babe was so far along gestationally, their fingernails were pretty long already too.

I pick baby up and open their legs to find I gave birth to yet another boy. "IT'S ANOTHER BOY!!!" I yelled. I hold him to my chest upright and rub his back to see if I could get him to cry, he had not yet, though I could see him grimacing and hear him clearing his airways to breathe. It kinda sounds like when we have congestion in our throats right after coughing.

After a small snort and cough, he lets out a nice, loud cry and I laid on my back completely soaking in the rush of endorphins exploding in my brain.

I did it! I grew my baby and delivered him... me and my husband... Just as he was made; he was born. In the bed that we still sleep in together.

L ran in shortly after hearing his brand new brother cry to come take a look at him. He tells his grandma that mommy's baby came out!

Baby A latched right away and I began to feel my stomach tightening again; it was time to deliver the placenta. I laid Baby A on the bed, squatted and pushed with the smallest amount of force and it came right out. I placed it in a bowl we had put aside and sat on a fresh towel to monitor my bleeding. I relatched Baby A and inspected my placenta (for science lmao) while I waited for Baby's cord to turn completely white and limp -- the ideal time to cut. It took probably a solid 20 minutes.

I sterilized a brand new pair of kitchen scissors (I literally bought them just to cut the cord) with rubbing alcohol and cut Baby A's cord, leaving about 2 inches still attached. I took a piece of thick sewing thread, dipped it in the rubbing alcohol and tied the cord as tight as I possibly could manage about 1.5-ish inches away from what would one day be his belly button.

There he was. Guided by the voice of his father, born into the hands of his mother, and immediately greeted by his older brothers; in the sanctity and safety of his own home. Just as he should have been.

Born 4/26/18

5:40pm

9lb 15oz, 21.5in

"the birth of you was nothing like the birth of me" ❤

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