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#water breaking
xxemiexx · 10 months
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Do It Again
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Around 2500 words
Dark theme, birth denial, clothing birth
I took deep breaths as I slid the dildo inside of me, the soft vibrations taking my mind off the contractions. Hopefully this would help me get through my last shift.
I put on 2 pairs of tight panties over the top to ensure the dildo stayed in place. This baby was not being born today I needed that bonus from work too badly.
The bus station came into my sight but the bus was already there
"Shit! Please wait!" I shouted and started a slow jog up to it but the driver shut the door.
"Please!" I waved and shouted but the bus drove off.
A contraction rushed through my stomach and I quickly ducked into an ally as I doubled over, I pulled my phone out and turned the vibrator up needing something to ease the pain.
I started to walk very quickly so I wouldn't be late.
I got to work 5 minutes before my shift started. I rushed to put my coat and bag in my locker, the movement of the stairs moving the dildo inside of me making my moan quietly to myself.
Just 7 hours and I could go home and give birth. I clocked in and went to the shop floor.
The store manager, John, came up to me after a while of stacking shelves.
"Could you get something from the top shelf for me sweetheart?" He smirked as he asked looking me up and down.
I nodded and walked towards the isle, grabbing a step stool on the way. I carefully made my way up and reached towards the back of the top shelf, the stretching movement allowing the baby to drop down. I groaned a little, focusing on the task.
He chuckled to himself as I felt his hand press against my vagina, I gasped as the dildo went deeper, pushing through my dilating cervix.
"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly. I looked around for help but the isle was empty. He pushed the dildo so far into my cervix I felt the vibrations in my stomach. I doubled over holding the shelves to keep me up.
"I could fuck that baby out of you sweetie, I'll take good care of you. You better keep quiet if you want the bonus." He whispered into my ear as he reached inside my trousers pushing deeper through the panties.
The stretch of the dildo in my cervix made my eyes water.
"Come with me baby." He pulled me down from the stool. I was in a haze of shock, pleasure and pain as he lead me to the entrance of the store.
He told the front of store staff he was taking me to the hospital as I was in labour. They nodded and wished me luck before going back to their work.
He led me out to his car, it was small and only had two doors, he opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward telling me to get in the back.
"I won't be able to fit in there." I panted, there was no room in the back, both front seats pushed back as much as they could be.
"Get in, it's the back seats or the trunk." He grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.
I took my time to climb through the small gap, gasping when I felt the baby flail around in my stomach when the manager slapped my ass, the dildo digging in hard.
"Good girl." He said when I was finally in. He slammed the door.
I tried to move my legs so I could spread them, there was an ache deep inside me, needing relief from the pressure I kept trying but I was so restricted from my tight pants and the lack of space back here.
John finally got in and started his car.
"Please take me to the hospital." I panted rubbing my stomach as a contraction hit me.
"We're going sweetheart don't you worry!" He chuckled and set off. "Put your seatbelt on." He warned, looking at me through the rear view.
I reached and pulled it around me, it was incredibly tight around my stomach. He seemed pleased with this and got on the highway.
The vibrations inside me were steadily increasing, my hips bucking from the seat searching for friction. John chuckled and I saw my phone in his hand, he was controlling it. He turned it up full and threw it in the seat next to him.
My hips were bucking faster, moving the dildo deeper inside of me, I put my hand inside my pants, reaching for it to pump it in and out of me but I could no longer feel it it was so deep inside me.
I whimpered and rubbed my clit, searching for any kind of release.
All of a sudden John slammed his breaks on, the seatbelt tightening around my stomach so hard the air left my lungs.
I felt something trickling out of me, wetting the seat underneath me.
"No..." I pulled my hand out and it was wet.
"Ah your water! Don't worry, when we get where we're going you won't need it." He said and turned into his drive.
He pulled me out the car, and into his house.
"Let's look at what's going on down here sweetie." He pushed me to lay on his couch and pulled my jeans off and removed my pants, he inserted the length of his thumb inside of me behind the dildo, forcing it through my cervix once again. I felt the baby move in my stomach.
He slid the dildo out after a few extra rough pumps. There was a pop of amniotic fluid on the exit.
I took the opportunity to push, John grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my stomach, seemingly aiding my pushing.
"That's it, push hard!" He pushed down on my stomach forcing the head through my cervix with such force my head was spinning.
He did the same again and the head moved rapidly through my birth canal.
A contraction took over and forced me to bear down, the head coming to my opening. John chuckled and pushed my legs apart further as he pushed on my stomach.
I screamed at the speed all this was happening, pressure hitting me from all directions.
Fluid spurted out of me around the stretch of the head and there was a sudden and forceful pop as the head shot out.
"That's it!" He gave a forceful shove to my stomach and pushed my knees so they were by my shoulders.
"Agghhh!! No! Please stop!" I begged him reaching down to touch the baby he was forcing out of me.
The shoulders pop out next and the baby arms come out next, leaving it half out of me.
John let's go of my legs and sighs.
"Silly me! I forgot I had some stuff to do today!" He chuckled to himself. "I'm so forgetful." He said has he pushed the baby's arms back inside of me.
"No John please!" I cried as he pushed the shoulders and head back inside me, he does this until the baby is forced back into my womb.
"Doesn't that just feel better!" He smiled, "It's a shame your water broke, it would be safer in there with some protection." He stood there thinking to himself for a second.
The urge to push slowly creeping up on me.
He left the room for a few seconds, reaching something in the kitchen.
I didn't have the energy to get up and move, I wanted to run away so badly.
He returned with a funnel with a long tube and a 2 litre bottle of water.
"I'm just going to make it like your water never broke!" He smiled, saying it like it was simple.
He grabbed my legs and walked behind the sofa with them making me fall back and hit my head on the floor.
"Gotta have gravity keep the water in!" He chuckled and spread my legs, I put my hands on the floor to support my head.
"Please John! Don't do this I need to push!" I beg as he slid the tube inside me with his fingers.
He held the funnel up and poured the cold water in.
I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he was holding my legs too tightly.
"Yeah, this is a cold one isn't it! I only had water in the fridge!" He laughed and emptied the entire 2 litres into my womb. The stretch felt unbearable but not as bad as the cold feeling.
He finally put the funnel down and pushed something big inside me.
"Ow no!" I gasped as I felt some liquid spill out of me because of how much he had poured in.
His mouth connected with my clit before I could process anything else.
I moaned and arched my back best I could with the full feeling.
He licked and nibbled on my clit, a hand reaching round to my breast. He rubbed my nipple through the fabric.
"John!" I moaned and cried out as I came, clamping down on whatever he had pushed inside me.
He quickly shut my legs and forced some very tight underwear up before wriggling my jeans back on me.
"There you go! It's like it never happened!" He pulled me up to standing.
The weight of all the water in my stomach nearly pulled me over. I rubbed my hands over it.
"It's nearly doubled in size." John commented, "if you're a good girl and do what I say I'll drink from you, you're so full of milk." He reached to grab my breasts.
A groan left my mouth as the baby flailed around in my stomach, my nipples aching for some stimulation.
"Please, I need to push, the water is too much!" I cried.
"We're going to do some errands, the vibrations will get more intense whenever I want them to." He opened the app on his phone and hit the max setting making me gasp as I got close to climaxing around the dildo.
"John!" I moaned, I rubbed my clit over the tight jeans and moaned as the orgasm hit me, my legs shook with the pleasure.
"See, I'll make you feel good if you're a good girl." John purred in my ear.
He turned the vibrations down and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Let’s get you a new top, this ones covered in milk.” He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, that alone let a fresh flood of milk out.
He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the couch, he then reached round to unhook my bra leaving my top half fully exposed.
His fingers flicked over my nipples, the sensation brought on another contraction instantly.
“Owwwwww-! John please!” I tried to squat down but the weight of my stomach would allow it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He stood behind me and pushed me slowly towards them, it took my a deep breath to lift my leg and get on the first step.
“This can’t take all day!” John reminded me. By the fourth step a contraction took over me and I was pushing, John tutted and pulled my body down into a squat.
The pressure made my body ache. I crawled up the rest of the stairs and finally made it to his room.
He gave me a shirt but before I could slip it on, he latched onto my nipple, sucking and drinking from me.
I moaned and gripped his hair.
I gasped as I felt a little dribble of cold water run down my thigh. I must be dilating around the dildo.
He covered me with the T-shirt and made me face the stairs again. More cold water ran down my thighs as I had to stop to push. We got outside eventually and he opened the trunk of his car.
“Do you need help getting in?” I moved to get in, it was a tight fit.
“If that baby’s out by the time I open the trunk I’ll force it back inside of you and you won’t give birth for a month!” He threatened and slammed the boot shut.
The force of the slam hit the top of my stomach, the pressure knocking the air out of me.
My legs were left open, in a birthing position. It made the vibrations feel so much more intense when he turned them up full!
I moaned as more water escaped.
We were driving for what felt like an hour. He finally pulled over and I heard him on the phone, his voice faded and 30 minutes later I was struggling to hold on.
I undid my pants and wiggled them down, only able to get them to my hips, my thighs spread too wide to go any lower.
I reached in the panties and pulled the dildo hard, it hit my panties and slid right back in.
“Fuck!!” That felt so good. I did it a few more times until I came around it.
I then pushed my pants to the side and with a strong push, the dildo came out of me, along with floods and floods of water!
The baby’s head shot down so quick it blocked most of the water from coming out.
“Oh god!” I moaned as the head was at my opening ready to crown.
I felt the head pushed down lower as a contraction hit through my stomach
I gripped the back of my thighs and pulled up towards my stomach as I pushed hard.
A scream left my throat as the head reached a full crown in my underwear. I looked around for something to cut the pants with, I can’t pull them any lower.
I find an old pair of scissors and start to cut down from the zipper, I just get to the front when I need to push again.
“Fuck!” I pull my legs up as much as I could and pushed, the head inching out slowly.
I quickly cut the rest of the pants and felt the baby’s head, half out of me and I push, birthing the head into my hands.
A gush of water escaped around the head.
I was mid push when the trunk opened and John took in what was happening.
He chuckled as I begged for him to leave me alone.
“I’m gonna let you give birth, then I’m going to push it back in, so you can do it again.” He pulled me out the trunk roughly and dragged me into the field we were parked in.
The baby dropping lower inside me with each step.
“She’s going to fall onto the floor!” I screamed as the urge to push took over.
John pushed me to the floor I landed on my stomach, the force alongside the pushing forced my baby out of me, the water gushed from me.
The crying made a sigh of relief leave me.
John picked the baby up and started pushing its feet back inside me.
“I’ll leave its head out. Now do it again.” He chuckled.
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yueruuu · 6 months
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First thing in the morning.
Remember, most of my drawings had or will have a birthing sequences available in Patreon ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )
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y123345 · 11 months
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Imagine you are one of the many concubines of the king. You are the king's favourite after the queen and you are pregnant with a huge belly at the same time with the queen. You both are due but you have no idea why your belly is way bigger and lower than that of the queen's. Little did you know that the queen loaths you for that.
You are in labour for 3 hours now. The king refrained from having sex with the queen since the start of her pregnancy fearing the royal baby might be harmed. But he is so different with you in bed as if he doesn't care about the baby in your womb. He is so rough. And he is also the main reason why you are in labour now. All you remember is he got carried away during a super rough sex, pressing hard on your huge stomach, slamming you onto the bed, flipping you over and fucking you from behind without caring if your enormous belly was squished between the bed and your body. As he climaxed, he even leaned his whole body onto you putting additional pressure to your already dangerously flattened-to-half belly. He also enjoys making you sit on top of him and slapping your belly left and right repeatedly. When he was satisfied, he left you a sobbing mass with warm liquid soaked all over your lower parts. You couldn't even see clearly. You eyes were teary and blurry due to the pain. Maybe this the difference between the queen who is a royal descendent and you, a concubine who is just a whore.
It has been 3 hours your water broke and contractions started. Despite the physician saying you are only 6cm dilated and still has a long way to go, your contractions are coming every 15 minute.
In that moment, certain news arrives. The queen has gone into labour just now and you can't be delivering together with the queen since you are a lowly concubine. The guards yank you out of the bed vioently and take away all the preparations for your birth. You groan in pain and hold your belly with one hand and the other supporting your back. You can't even walk properly at this point. You are trying so hard just to waddle like a penguin. You ask the guards when you can birth your child. Their answer is you can deliver only after the queen has successfully given birth. But thankfully, a midwife will stay with you to check your dilation and to make sure you don't give birth before the queen. You can feel the increasing pressure in your pelvis as your belly keep contracting the head down. Hours have passed and you are now fully dilated with a baby head lodged in your birth canal but the queen is only 6cm dilated. The midwife forces you to sit on a chair since it will help in blocking the baby's exit. There is still a long way for the queen to deliver and she is making sure your child won't come out before her highness. You are now sitting uncomfortably on a wooden chair with your huge tightening belly sitting between your thighs. Nghhh let me push. Let me just push it out you plead to your midwife but law is still law. She could lose her head for letting you push. You try to lift yourself up to make space for the bulging head but she push you down onto the chair again forcing the baby back in. You scream from the excruciating pain being pushed the baby back in against the contracting pressure. Hours have passed and the queen finally delivers the crown prince and your time has come. You are very exhausted now that you don't have strength to even push. The midwife place you on the delivery bed and start to press on your belly. You can't even scream all your energy long time left your body. At last, your baby came out amd the midwife cleans it and hand it over to you. Just after the placenta come out, you feel another contraction and another baby emerges within seconds. You were carrying twins! That is why your belly was so big despite this being your first pregnancy. The king pays a visit to you and you can finally rest contently with each baby on your side.
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cheezihouse · 4 months
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Another art trade piece!! This time with @mackback319real !!
I stepped a bit from my comfort zone with doing a fandom, but I had a lot of fun with it!! :)
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sinningtamer · 2 months
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insert "delivery" joke
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daebelly · 6 months
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water-breaking is really underappreciated. i joked about it once on twitter but sitting on someone's face and letting my water break on their face to show them who's really in charge would be really hot tbh. keeping them on a leash so they HAVE to play midwife and then having them fuck another litter into me after the birth would be really, really good (sorry that fantasy just kinda came out of nowhere)
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morgansunflower · 2 years
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No Matter What
Bruce Wayne X Wife! Pregnant! Reader
Alfred Pennyworth X daughter! Reader(not by blood)
Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, water breaking and nudity.
Words:1416
Jason was her son, her little boy. She discovers he's alive before her husband could tell her, he had kept a secret from her.
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"Y/N.." I slapped Bruce's face outraged
"how dare you?! Do you have any idea how much you've.." I started crying "how much.. You hurt me"
"I--" I step back away from him as reached for me
"don't.. Don't touch me.. I can't even look at you"
2 months later
-"Wayne residents this is Alfred Pennyworth speaking"
"hey Alfred"
-"Y/N?!"
"yeah, it's me.. Sorry I haven't been in touch lately.. Things have been.. Kinda crazy lately"
"forgive my tone. My dear, where are you? Are you alright? I haven't heard from you since.. "
"I, I know.. uhhh, I'm ok. I was hoping you could get me ah ride to my place... I'm in the women's & children's building at the hospital"
-"good gracious child, what have you done? How severe are your injuries? I'll be there right away!"
He hung up before I could explain. I then call the lantern's telling him that I won't be able to come to work for quite a while. I hear knocking on the outer wall.
"come in"
Alfred steps in "good evening Ms Y/N.. And my new little grandchild whom I've just discovered exists"
"I really wanted to tell you sooner. I'm sorry you found out this way I should have told you" I said with ah sad smile, he was practically my dad. "I can't imagine how angry you must be with me"
"I have never experienced anger. Unless Bruce neglects to sleep or neglects to tend to himself. Indeed you should have.. I could have been preparing the nursery, in my minimal time"
Alfred steps in further he takes my hand and gently smiled.
"who all knows of the delightful new bundle?"
"as of now just you, Hal, John.. Probably the entire Lantern crops by now and me"
"I see, you have had your bags packed to return home" Alfred said with genuine delight.
"Alfred... I... Can't"
"you must. I can fully emphasize that you are still in pain but you'll be safer at the Manor"
I shake my head, I'm going to start to cry "Bruce... He..."
"loves his wife" Alfred assured. "he was trying to spare you pain. I know precisely how you feel regarding Jason"
My eyes welp up into tears "just.. Please not tonight... I can't"
"no need for tears.. alright I suppose that would be fine" Alfred said.
Alfred and I went to my apartment. He carried my bags inside. I step in and close the door behind me. I turn the lights on. The house was a bit messy. I see Alfred's head spinning.
"sorry about the mess.. you don't have to clean my house Alfred.. I'll probably clean up in the morning"
"Ms Y/N I am delighted to clean your temporary living quarters, for you"
I softly chuckle. "only if you want to stress clean.. I'm going to go take ah shower"
"very well, I will be right here when you are done"
I nodded "thank you"
I left to take a shower. I strip down my clothes in the bathroom. My breast were swollen, my abdomen was definitely bigger. I was so consumed with heartbreak at Bruce for lying to me and consumed with the Lantern Corps.. I didn't see what was right in front of me. After my shower I change into my pajamas and robe. I lay on my bed for ah moment. How am I supposed to tell Bruce? I feel my tears falling. I feel a soft knock on the door.
"Mrs Wayne.. Are you alright?" Alfred asked
"I'm okay.. You can go home Alfred" I said my voice shaking. "thank you for helping me today.. I've missed you"
He opened the door, with a platter of food in his hands. I genuinely smiled drying my tears. I sit upward and cross my legs. Alfred puts the platter on my bed.
"please don't leave" I pleaded
He gently smiled and lays on the bed against the pillows.
"thank you" I gratefully said
I take a bite to eat and take a shaky breath. I wanted to cry out my pain and hope Alfred would have some advice to save me...to save my marriage.
"I'm sorry but can I?.." I stammer
"please speak whatever is on your mind" he said relieved.
"... what am I supposed to do Alfred? Is it wrong of me to be feeling what I'm feeling?" I started crying, I stutter trying to stay strong
"do not think that you are absurd for feeling betrayed Ms Y/N" Alfred stated
"thank you! I know that he was trying to protect my heart but I am human and I am... So angry at him"
"you have every right to be"
I feel my eyes shake "Jason is my son.. I should have known he was back, the moment that he did"
Alfred takes my hand with a heartfelt smile. Sometimes I forget he's my husband's butler and not my dad.
"I do not expect you to forgive Bruce so easily. I only advise you to come home. The Manor has many rooms to which he may sleep in until he fixes what was broken between the both of you"
".. Tomorrow. While he's at work.." I can't look at him right now. I can't bear the thought of us fighting right now. "you can stay though"
"I suppose that would be fine" he said with a kind smile.
".. you want to watch TV?" I asked needing to get my mind off of tomorrow.
Alfred kindly nodded. He turned on the TV onto an old movie. I laid down on my side with my head laid on a pillow. Alfred rest his back on the pillows. I close, my eyes.... Days later everyone was thrilled I was back home though I hadn't seen much of Bruce since I've been home. I'm due in one week. The Braxton hicks contractions have been suddenly appearing and then disappearing. I step into my bathroom and lock the door behind me. I strip down my clothes. My baby began to kick. I gently rub my bump. I softly sigh. I started my bath. I step inside and rest my head on rim of the tub. Afterwards I get out of the tub. I instantly grip the countertop, OWWW!!!
"DAMMIT!!" I winced
The doorknob turned but was, locked so it wouldn't open "Y/N darling I'm coming in, you're hurting"
"go away" I sigh heavily the contraction easing.
"Y/N you're in pain please allow me to come in"
"I.. I don't want you to see me like this" I feel my eyes shaking.
"darling I've seen you naked before" he further argued
"this.. Is.. Different"
"Y/N" he pleaded.
"fine" I sigh defeated
The door unlocked and opens. Bruce steps in and I hear him stay in place.
"you look beautiful" he compliments with a hint of lust.
"don't" I can't do this
He takes my arms laying over his shoulders. He rubbed soothing circles on my back. He takes me back into our room and sits me on the bed. He takes one of his shirts and puts it on me. He grabs a my panties and helps me put them on. I sit back onto the bed as he kneels down beside me.
"I should've been a better husband Y/N" he said kneeling down beside me. "I want to be a better spouse to you, I love you"
I couldn't look at him because I'd break. He moves to touch me but stops. He sighs laying his head on his hand with his elbow rested on the bed.
"this is my fault. J-Jason is not the same boy we adopted Y/N. He hates me for not killing Joker. He won't listen to me" Bruce's voice became heavy with emotion. "I was trying.. I didn't want you to feel what I do.. Please forgive me"
I touch his face it was in that moment I forgave him. He was taken aback by my affection.
"come here" he raised up stopping in front of my face.
I kiss him letting our lips dance together, I feel my tears falling from the deeply emotional moment. I then unfortunately feel the need to pee.
"I need to-"
He quickly understood and helps me stand, I couldn't hold it. Water gushes down my legs. Bruce's eyes went wide. I then realized the Braxton hicks were real contractions.. I'm in labor. Damian is ready to see us.
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askthehiddencaste · 11 months
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Ashoal had gotten himself away from the kitchen and the grey stranger that had invaded his home. The cerulean couldnt take it any more! This was his home! How were they getting in? Even with Viktor and Rutaci in just the other rooms, he didnt feel safe anymore. These things could find him anywhere he hid, from the library all the way out here in the abandoned church on the edge of the desert, they always found them.
Ashoal groaned and wiped the angry tears from his eyes, emotions easily overpowering him as he started to well up and cry as he paced the long hall between overturned pews. "what am i going to do Ammare? I dont want them to get you too, I dont want them to be able to hurt you like theyve hurt us" he rambled to the grub in his stomach, one hand carefully resting on the large bump
"i wont let them hurt you.... I promise" he whispered, taking a deep breath and turning on his heel only to stop in his tracks when a sudden wetness could be felt running down his leg. His eyes went wide as they glanced down to the almost clear liquid soaking the inner leg of his pants and starting to lightly pool where the cotton couldnt contain it anymore.
Initially embarrassment set in, how could he have not felt the need to use the bathroom? Wouldnt he have felt something along those lines long before this happened? Then it dawned on him. He'd already taken care of that before he went into the kitchen.
With a shaky hand he rubbed his stomach, feeling the grub inside shifting before getting a soft twinge of pain. Something in the back of his mind told him it was time. No....no it's too soon, the book said i still had another couple of weeks!
"Ru..V-Vik..." he called out, hoping someone would hear him as his voice shook. "Ruta?! Viktor?! " He panicked. He wasnt ready, he didnt feel SAFE..... but the grub decided now would be the best time.
Ash swallowed and carefully sat himself on the nearest pew with a shaky breath. He had to make sure they heard him....
"RUTA?! VIKTOR!!!! HELP!"
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playingpreggobby · 2 years
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Character A is heavily pregnant, having contractions. It's almost time for her to deliver. She's sat on Character B's lap (her dom bf) while Character B bounces on the ball with her/for her, hands holding her huge belly that's strapped with a monitor and muttering comforts and praises into her ear as Character A has the gas pipe in her mouth, biting down on the nozzle and moaning through each contraction. They get so bad Character B is holding Character A's hair back with the bag as she vomits from the pain, water still trailing down her legs as they break slowly through the agonisingly long labor. Perfection.
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redvelvetd1cks · 10 months
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Bringing their son into the world was the most magical moment in Aleah's life - Marcus was there every step of the way. Seeing his first son being born was the greatest thing Marcus had ever experienced. His love for Aleah grew 5 x more that day. Their son Malik Flex was healthy & perfect in every way.
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xxemiexx · 11 months
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Kidnapped & Birthing
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— Request — :)
Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline
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You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.
You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.
Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.
"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.
You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.
You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.
You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.
You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.
You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.
"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.
The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!
"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.
"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.
You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.
The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.
You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.
You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.
"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.
You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.
"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.
A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.
"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.
"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.
You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.
You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.
This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.
He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.
"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.
"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.
He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.
"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.
The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.
The man chuckled at your efforts.
He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.
You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.
"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.
"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.
The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.
Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.
"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.
You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.
"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.
"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.
You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.
"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.
The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."
The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.
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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.
You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.
You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.
You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.
You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.
Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.
You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.
You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.
You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.
Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.
You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.
The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.
The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.
“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.
By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.
You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.
You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.
Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.
You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.
Your mind is racing.
You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.
A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.
The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.
You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.
You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.
You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.
You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.
You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.
Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.
You gasp and tears fall down your face.
“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.
The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.
You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.
The baby comes out to the elbows.
“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.
“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.
Your panties are full, there is no more room.
He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.
He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.
The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.
“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.
“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.
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yueruuu · 6 months
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Umm...Happy Halloween 10 days late Ig.
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y123345 · 8 months
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Stella was a delivery woman. Her doctor told her take a maternity leave already and yet here she was, still delivering parcels. She needed that money really bad for her unborn baby. She knew her due date is coming in 5 days but she just couldn't stop working. Although her pregnancy was a singleton, the baby was measuring 12 lbs and her belly looked huge. Everyone asked her if she was carrying multiples. Her belly sat so close to the steering wheel whenever she was driving. If her car were to be rare-bumped, her stomach was definitely gonna be slammed into the steering wheel. Since it was the delivery job, she needed to carry all sorts of packages, light or heavy alike. She prayed everyday that packaged be smalland light because it was very hard to lift big and heavy things with a heavily pregnant belly. It was a struggle to even bend down. But people on her route were very fascinated by her struggles like her lifting boxes up, waddling, going up the stairs, rubbing her back and her belly with an arched back when coming back down. It was just so fascinating to watch. So the whole route started to order more and more and they would tip her eneormously just like she was entertaing them.
She woke up in the middle of the night feeling a contraction in her belly but she brushed it off. It must be brixton hicks, maybe beacuse she had to make deliveries to 29th floor on one building and 31st floor on another. They had no elevators and she had to go all the way up on her foot. Luckily the parcels were small. Another notable delivery was a very heavy box only god knows what was in that. It was on the 2nd floor but the box weighed 45lbs. Just as she bent down and tried to lift it up, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She squatted down and leaned on the heavy box and did some deep breaths to ride out the pain. Maybe that strain was causing brixton hicks now she thought. She rubbed her belly to soothe the pain and fell asleep again.
Her day started again with a terrible cramp. Her back was aching and her belly sitting lower than usual. She could literally feel the weight of the baby in her pelvis. She waddle with one hand on her back and the other under her gravid midsection. How unfortunate she was. Today's delivery had so many big heavy packages. After delivering only 4 parcels, she felt a gush of fluid coming down from her uniform pants, followed by an intense contraction. "Nghh c'mon now is not the time baby let mommy do her job" she murmured, gritting her teeth. As she kept on her route, the interval between contractions were getting smaller and the contraction duration getting longer and longer. Having to carry heavy boxes and going up and down the stairs were no help at all. The labour was being sped up by those actions. But people seemed to enjoy watching her struggles. They were watching from their doors but offered no help to her, smiling satisfiyingly. But they would tip her a lot as if they were purposely ordering to watch her suffer.
It has been 6 hours and she could not even walk properly now. Her contractions were back to back and it was as if the baby would fell out with each step. She had to rest several times leaning against something when delivering. Having to squat and picking up parcels from the ground was a torture. Her repeated squats were forcing the fetus down faster. Her body was drenched in sweat and amniotic fluid. She could feel the baby head in her vagina trying to crown. Every contraction took her breath. She felt this huge urge to push but she knew this wasn't the time or place to give birth. She got onto her truck slowly and continued to deliver. Trying not to screaming from her contractions and not to push seemed almost impossible. She slipped her hand inside her pants and felt a round matted hair at her swollen lips. "Don't come out yet don't come out yet" she repeated like a mantra and went to deliver another package. She had to struggle to walk because of the crowninf head between her legs. The baby was coming whether she liked it or not. Her soaked pants formed a bulge to accomodate the emerging head. "Oh no not now" she put her hand over the bulge and push it back in. The pain almost made her scream and took her breath away. But once she got out of her car seat and started walking and lifting, the head slowly slid down again. Her waddle became wider and wider, the round bulge between her legs got bigger and bigger as her shift went by. A few hours later after finishing up her route, she finally gave in, took off her clothes and pushed the baby out.
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sabreurs · 2 months
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sokka trying to get katara to give up on her waterbending bc it could get her killed. and katara refuses to give up and continues to practice anyway. bc sokka and katara represent the survival of both the people and the culture. sokka had the safety of their people thrust upon him by his dad, while katara is the only one in their tribe that can carry the weight of their culture. both are heavy burdens, and they're struggling with their roles bc they're just two kids trying to rebuild in the wake of genocide. but they refuse to give up, bc that's what the story is about.
holding onto hope, regardless of what you face.
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blluespirit · 3 months
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there are so many amazing and powerful benders in atla but what i love about zuko is that whether or not he can use his bending in that moment has zero (0) bearing on how much he’s going to absolutely kick your ass. no bending? that’s fine - he’s got swords. no swords or bending? that’s fine - he’s literally just going to beat you up. if you’re REALLY unlucky then you get all three. as a treat.
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xisadorapurlowx · 5 months
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