#Crotch Pain during Pregnancy

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Lightning Crotch Pain during Pregnancy: Symptoms & Remedies

Pregnancy is a miraculous journey that comes with its fair share of joys and challenges. One of the many challenges an expectant mother faces is lightning crotch pain. If you are pregnant and experiencing sharp, shooting pain in your pelvic area, you are not alone. Below we have discussed the symptoms and remedies of lightning crotch pain during pregnancy, so you can better understand this discomfort and find adequate relief.

Symptoms of Lightning Pain during Pregnancy

Lightning pain, also known as pelvic girdle pain or symphysis pubis dysfunction (SPD), is a sudden, sharp pain that arises in the pelvic region during pregnancy. The name “lightning crotch” comes from the suddenness and intensity of the pain, which can feel like a lightning bolt shooting through the lower abdomen or groin area. Its symptoms may vary from woman to woman, but here are some of the common ones.

Sharp and shooting pain: The hallmark symptom of lightning crotch pain is a sudden and stinging pain that can occur in the pelvic area, lower abdomen, groin, or vaginal region. The pain can be brief or last for several seconds and may come and go throughout the day.

Increased discomfort with movement: The pain may get worse with precise movements, such as walking, standing up, or changing positions. It can also be triggered by activities like lifting heavy objects or climbing stairs.

Discomfort during Sex: Some women may experience crotch pain during sexual intercourse, particularly with deep penetration or certain positions that put pressure on the pelvis.

Limited Mobility: In some cases, it can be severe enough to limit mobility and affect daily activities like walking or bending.

Remedies for Lightning Crotch Pain

Thankfully, there are multiple remedies to manage lightning crotch pain during pregnancy. Here are some compelling strategies you can try to relieve the pain.

Rest and Gentle Movement: Avoiding prolonged periods of sitting or standing and taking regular breaks to walk or change positions can help reduce discomfort. Gentle exercises like prenatal yoga, swimming, or walking can also help to strengthen the pelvic muscles and relieve pain.

Use of heat and cold compresses: Applying a warm compress or carrying a warm bath can help relax the muscles and relieve pain in the pelvic area. You can also employ a maternity support band that comes with a back pocket for hot/cold therapy.

Supportive Garments: Wearing supportive garments like maternity belts or pelvic support braces can help stabilize the pelvic area and provide additional support to the ligaments, reducing pain and discomfort.

Avoiding triggers: Identify activities or positions that trigger lightning crotch pain and try to avoid them. For example, if climbing stairs exacerbates your pain, try to use elevators or ask for help with heavy lifting.

Consult with a healthcare provider: If lightning crotch pain is persistent or severe, it is necessary to consult with your healthcare provider. They can evaluate your symptoms and provide appropriate medical advice or recommend other treatments such as physical therapy or pain medications.

Stay Hydrated: Hydration is crucial during pregnancy to maintain overall health and prevent muscle cramps. Dehydration can worsen muscle discomfort, so ensure to drink plenty of water throughout the day.

Resting in a comfortable position: Finding a relaxed pose to relax can help alleviate lightning crotch pain. Experiment with distinct positions, such as lying on your side with a pillow between your legs or propping yourself up with pillows to elevate your upper body while sitting or sleeping.

During pregnancy, crotch pain can be tremendously uncomfortable and disruptive; however, these remedies can help you manage the symptoms and relieve the pain. Remember to consult a doctor for proper evaluation and guidance. Stay informed, listen to your body, and seek support when needed to enjoy this memorable time in your life to the fullest.

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soobin and somnophilia!😵‍💫 (CONSENSUAL OFC)

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘24 ── 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 + 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] choi soobin x fem!reader , marriage au , pregnant!reader , parent au , slight sub!soobin , somnophilia , breast play , breeding/impreg kink , cowgirl , unprotected sex , dirty talk , talks of pregnancy and hormones

a/n ⸝⸝ did i make this kinktober request growing pains pt 2? yes. yes i did.

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it didn't take very long after having the twins for soobin to get you pregnant agan. now only pregnant with just one baby, you're amazed by how different you feel now than you did during your pregnancy with the twins. you have so much more energy, able to get around better without aching joints and a giant swollen belly getting in the way. however, your newfound energy comes with a great cost— you’re now perpetually horny, pussy dripping wet constantly, desperate for your husband’s cock and cum. the hormones from your pregnancy have turned you into an insatiable cockslut.

you wake up with your cunt throbbing, your delicious wet dream cut short right before the best part. while your husband slept soundly next to you, in your dreams he was fucking you so tenderly, big thick cock hitting the deepest, sweetest spots inside of you. you had been reaching your climax, begging for soobin to breed you full… but your eyes had opened before you could get what you wanted.

you’re so aroused that it’s difficult to think straight, rubbing your thighs together underneath the covers… you’ll never be able to go back to sleep like this. without hesitation, you throw back the blankets and clamber on top of your sleeping husband. you have some embarrassing difficultly straddling soobin’s hips, round belly throwing off your balance, and your heavy weight squirming and shifting on top of him quickly wakes him up.

“b…baby?” soobin croaks, blinking away the sleep from his eyes, his deep voice gravely. “what’re you doing…?”

slowly his drowsy eyes focus , taking in the sight of you dragging your bare wet pussy over the growing tent in his sweatpants. his hips respond immediately, bucking up against your core— you can feel his cock throb through the thin fabric, shaft twitching as all of his blood rushes from his sleepy little head to his crotch.

“oh, fuck bunny… right now? its like three in the morning…”

“please, binnie,” you plead, grinding your hips down desperately. “i need you so bad it hurts. feels so empty…”

you shuffle to tug his sweatpants down his thighs, soobin’s cock slapping up against his belly obscenely; he gasps from the cold air against his heated skin, his bulbous mushroom head leaking pearly precum already. the sight makes your mouth water, dying to taste the saltiness on your tongue, but you can’t let yourself get distracted. you need him in your pussy now.

“we’re gonna wake up the babies,” soobin whimpers as you sink down on his cock, inch by thick throbbing inch filling you up just how you needed. your swollen belly and tits jiggle as you begin to bounce in it, fat breasts falling out of your little nightgown— soobin immediately reaches out to cup them, rubbing and twiddling your puffy nipples, your breathless giggle turning into a low moan.

“i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you whisper back, the wet sounds of sex deafening to you among the silence. “can you be quiet?”

“m-maybe,” soobin bites down hard on his lips to stifle the cute pathetic whines already starting to build at the back of his throat— you heavily doubt that soobin could ever keep quiet, your sweet husband so loud when he feels good… you need this cock like your life depends on it, but you can not have him waking up the twins and ruining everything…

you clasp your hand over soobin’s mouth, watching with glee as his eyes grow wide; the moan he lets out would have been loud enough to wake the neighbors if you hadn’t muffled it for him. “here, i’ll do it for you. just let me use you, okay binnie? you put this baby in me, now you gotta deal with the consequences...”

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[Labor Denial, inconvenient birth] Imagine for a moment you're a professor at prestigious college. It's just the beginning of the final exam period of the year and your huge swell of twin belly has proven difficult to maneuver in your 38th week of pregnancy. Braxton hicks are a constant plague on you during the first and second day of finals and by the end of the third you're certain your belly has lowered a bit. At the end of the fourth day as you get ready for bed, a new and strengthened pain takes hold of your overstretched bump. It lasts longer than any braxton you had before, your belly even feels harder beneath your palms as it progresses.

You are still two weeks out from being full term and your doctor assured you that your babies had no interest in making an early appearance. Besides, there was no way you could miss the last day of exams, your employers would hardly approve.

In your mind, you decide these are just mildly more intense braxtons. Nothing more. You keep telling yourself this as the walk into the first test of the final day with a distinct, new pressure building in your low abdomen. You keep telling yourself it's nothing as you absentmindedly rock your hips during the first exam. You don't bother timing these pains; no need to time braxton hicks contractions. You ignore the growing pressure as students submit their exams. You ignore the slight wetness between your thighs when they shuffle out. You ignore the pain flaring in your hips as you shuffle to the next exam room.

All you need is to get through the next six hours of exams, go home, and get some rest. These pains were just the product of stressful times of exam season...

Keep Calm & Carry On

AN: thanks for a great prompt anon! Fpreg, labour denial, clothing birth. 2538 words.

Letting out a short grunt, I cup the underside of my low and heavy belly and arduously push myself up out of the chair. Being so heavily pregnant at the end of the school year, two babies wrestling in my belly, was no joke. Each week during my third trimester brought forth a new ache or pain and as I approached my due date I was regretting not taking early maternity leave. But the university was having staffing issues, there were barely enough faculty members to cover all the end of year exams as it was without me taking early leave. Plus I couldn’t exactly bow out now at this late notice. I couldn’t do that to all the students, they’d worked so hard.

So I grit my teeth and persevered through the long week of exams, through all the aches and pains and practice contractions. Only a few hours left on the final day and soon I would be at home resting for the double arrival. As I reached the exit of the now-empty exam room I had to pause and grab the door frame when another braxton hicks rippled across my taut skin. A groan slipped from my mouth and my knees slightly dipped as the wave built and built before eventually peaking with a lightning bolt of pain to my crotch. “Ooohhhhh… you need to s-stop t-this…” I muttered to the babies in my belly. “I know you’re practising for the main event but jeeze… mnnhhh… please just give me a break for a few hours.”

Unusually, the babies seemed to respond to my plea and after a particularly strong movement, with one baby’s head nestling deep within my pelvis, they settled quietly in my belly. “Phew, thank you. We’ll be done soon, I promise.” I dropped off the papers from my previous exam in the designated tray in the teachers lounge and picked up the stack of booklets for my next exam. After taking a quick breather, drinking some water and dampening the sweat from the back of my neck, I began the trek to my next exam in the hall on the other side of campus.

My body seemed to be practising for labour every few minutes at this point, each wave forcing me to stop and brace against a solid surface and breathe my way through them. I was grateful the students were all in their examination halls so the campus was empty, no one to see me hunched over my bump leaning against a wall.

“Hooohooo… oof! Come on babies, this is getting anno— annoying now—!” The weight between my legs was ever increasing, my waddle so distinctively wide it was almost comical, if not for the pressure and pain that came with it. I couldn’t stop the growl rumbling in my throat as my entire belly turned to stone and squeezed hard. The stack of booklets trembled in my hands and I was panting heavily. I wanted to go home, fighting these pains all day was draining all my energy, but I just couldn’t abandon the students. When the pain passed I fixed my expression and walked as determinedly as I could towards my next shift, my free hand rubbing the constant ache in my lower belly.

When I got to the exam I grit my teeth through the roll call and amazingly managed to walk up and down the rows of students to hand out the test papers, but my ability to stay standing was wavering fast and I plumped down on the chair behind the moderator's desk with a humph. My hands naturally gravitated towards my belly, my fingers splayed each side across the tensing swell, and I took measured deep breaths.

“Are you alright, Miss?” One of the students asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes I’m fine.” I tried to reassure the student and keep my eyes from closing as the wave continued to build. “Y-you may turn over your papers and begin.”

The contraction built to astronomical heights and my face scrunched, silently bearing the pain of the worst braxton hicks yet. There was just so much pressure, my pelvis was screaming at me. Unconsciously my legs were wide beneath the table, my belly sitting heavily between my thighs, my hips tilting outwards in my slumped position. Thankfully the wooden desk had a modesty panel so the students could not see beneath the table or view my ridiculously widened legs.

One of the baby’s felt so damn low, as if one good sneeze would shoot them out, but I was sure the heaviness was simply a common feeling for being this advanced with twins. It couldn’t be as low as it felt, I’d have to be in labour for that, which I was not.

As time ticked on I barely noticed my body’s subtle movements, trying to keep my concentration focused on the students and their exam, ignoring all the aches and pains that my body was subjecting me to. I wasn’t even aware of when I started rocking forward and back in my chair, or when I lifted my hips off the seat…? Unconsciously I’d pushed my weight forward onto the desk, leaning on my forearms and elbows, subtly lifting my backside and easing the fiery ache building in my pelvis. God, this chair was torturous, I couldn’t find any position that didn’t make me want to scream.

Eventually I gave up on sitting, resorting instead to pacing the room keeping one firm hand pressed into my lower back while the other lifted my heavy belly. The students paid no attention, focusing on the exam papers, all too used to the moderators patrolling around the room and monitoring for any cheating.

The walking was helping the aggressive pains in my hips but it felt like the movement was bringing the baby down even lower. My breaths came thick and fast, my constant movements tiring my body but I couldn’t bear to sit back down in that chair. Another wild pain lashed across my middle and I was forced to stop my pacing, thankfully while I was at the back of the hall behind all the students facing the other way. My belly tightened, urgent and sharp, and I nearly doubled over but instead threw both palms out in front and braced against the wall. My hips were making wild circular motions that I couldn’t control and somewhere in the depths of my mind was a calling to squat down.

Fighting against my body’s instincts I clamped my mouth shut and panted through my wide nostrils. Fuck, it felt like one of the baby’s was coming out… but that couldn’t be right… I wasn’t in labour. But— but then why did I feel a need to push?! I glanced up at the clock, no phones were allowed in the exam hall, and saw I still had two more hours to go.

Two hours, I could do that. Even if I was in labour, a twin birth would take a long time. Everything was fine. I paced along the back wall of the exam hall, my fingers brushing the plasterboard keeping constant contact with a nearby surface to keep myself grounded and stable. Up and down I waddled, restless in my taut and tired skin. The waves crashing through my uterus every few minutes were creeping towards agony and I was finding it harder to stay silent. Just a few hours. That’s all I had to do. But the weight and pressure was sinking lower by the minute and I was having to bite down on my fist to refrain from groaning.

With just over an hour to go I noticed a hand go up at the front of the sea of students. Reluctantly I left my haven at the back of the room and waddled painfully down the row towards the person in question.

“Have you got any spare pens? Mine has run out.” They asked, their eyebrows pinching at seeing my exhausted and sweaty state. “Mmngg— sure.” I managed to grit and went back to my desk for the extra stationary. After providing the student with extra pens I barely made it back to the desk before the next contraction struck, a deep low groan escaping from my mouth as I curled forward and braced the wooden frame, my hips swaying instinctively against the pain.

“Oh my gosh Miss, are you okay?” One student asked in a panic. My only response was another deep groan, louder this time, as I battled the urgent squeezing that was shoving a baby’s head through my cervix.

“Shit! She’s having her baby!” One student cried out.

I shook my head frantically, trying to keep some semblance of control within the exam, despite the incessant tensing and building pressure. “It— it’s fine. Everyone back to your tests.” I tried to assure the students, even though I couldn’t move from my position gripping the desk. “I… it’s possible I’m in labour but… just carry on with your final exam okay. Labour takes hours, it’s— ooooh— it’s nothing to worry about.” The grin plastered on my face was entirely false, the pressure building between my thighs was telling me I might not have as long as I’d hoped.

Instead, when the contraction waned, I stood up and confidently sat back down at the desk and shuffled papers mindlessly and eventually the students went back to their exams. These babies were coming, I could feel it, the giant boulder in my pelvis was almost certainly one of the heads burrowing its way out of me. I straightened up, blocking any exit with the seat of the chair. Just an hour to go, I was going to make it.

I lasted 10 minutes before my determination faltered, the urge to push returning with a vengeance. There was no stopping it, my only hope was the uncomfortable but strategic position on the chair. As soon as the contraction began tightening my womb my body was bearing down uncontrollably. My head dipped, my chin to my chest, my fingers white knuckling the desk as I pushed. Fuck. The head was moving down, I could feel it as it inched lower towards the exit. I barely had time to catch my breath before my body pushed again, hard, fully leaning into the contraction and bringing this baby out whether I wanted to or not.

Through the incessant contractions and the desperate urgency of these babies to be born, I held fast to my position on the chair, blocking any exit with the seat. I was granted only a short reprieve before the next contraction struck and I was back to my silent pushing. I couldn’t make a noise, couldn’t distract the students from their graduating exam, but I also couldn’t do anything else to delay or stop the birth. I was trapped in this never ending cycle of pain. The head was right at my opening, bulging my sensitive lips into my underwear. I wanted to scream, to cry, to open my legs, but I couldn’t. One glance at the clock told me there was only 20 minutes left of the exam. I could make it.

My babies however, were not too keen on following my schedule, and even with my upright position I could feel myself opening around the head. This baby wanted out and it wanted out now. When the burning started I couldn’t help but widen my legs, throwing each thigh over the edges of my seat. My body kept on pushing, through every grievous wave of pain that squeezed my middle, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing in earnest. The grunt that echoed my throat caught the attention of a few students at the front and I tried to offer a reassuring smile, desperately hiding the fact the head of one of my babies was crowning into my underwear.

When I let go of the push the baby retreated and sighed in relief. But this was short lived as I was back to pushing again barely a minute later. Fuck! I had no phone, a room full of students, and two babies that were desperate to get out of my body. In the short break between pushes the high-pitched ding of a bell sounded signalling the end of the exam. Everyone in the room looked up at me. My chest was heaving with laboured breaths, I gulped and managed to say “Pens down everyone. P-please leave your papers on your d-desks and exit the hall…”

The scratching of chairs on hardwood floors echoed the room as the students stood up and left the exam hall via the door at the back of the room. I was supposed to have collected each paper before dismissing them but there was no way in hell I could stand up. The next contraction was upon me before all the students left and I panted my way through the squeezing urgency of my rock-hard belly.

The crown of the baby’s head was getting bigger and bigger and the second the final student left, the door closing behind them, I let out a deep primal groan that I had been stifling for the past few hours. The head came to a full crown in my underwear and I sobbed and squirmed as everything burned white hot. Out. I needed this baby out of me!!!! With a forceful grunt I disappeared into a deep earnest push and birthed the head of my first child into my knickers.

“Mnnnnghhh… ohh god…. It’s out— the head…. Oh fuck…” With a trembling hand I felt the bulge of my trousers and the head that now sat at the apex of my thighs. “Why couldn’t you wait… just a bit longer guys?!” Before I could form any sort of plan or thought, another tightening rippled across my belly and I knew there was no stopping what was about to happen. Gripping the edge of my seat I bore down with everything that I had, the shoulders stretching me as wide as the head, and I wailed as I threw my head back.

“Oh my gosh Miss Jones…?” A voice came from the other side of the hall. I opened my eyes to see the headmistress in the doorway. “Grrrhhhh… babies are coming—!!!” I grunted and roared, pushing the shoulders out which was immediately followed by the torso of the first baby slipping out and down my trouser leg.

My colleague and boss rushed across the hall to me, wide eyed and panicking. “You poor dear, why didn’t you tell us you were in labour?” She asked, helping me pull the waistband of my trousers down so I could get to my newborn babe.

I couldn’t speak, in too much shock and trembling, an instinctual need to hold my baby was the only thing I was capable of. The infant immediately gurgled and cried as I lifted them up and placed them on my chest, wiping their face and checking every inch of my new baby.

“You did it, goodness, you had your baby.” The head teacher muttered in awe.

“Yeah… but mnnggh… I’m having twins, remember.” I grumbled, as I felt my womb contract again…

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KINKTOBER PREGNANCY STYLE: day two, eggpreg+ tentacles

It all started when Alex decided he wanted to try out hiking as a form of meditation. Normally, this is really healthy, but Alex is a terrible survivalist and very directionally challenged. So he ended up caught in a lighting storm while in the mountains, with nothing but protein bars, a spare binder, and an empty water bottle because he drank it all during the first hour of his hike.

He immediately started to search for shelter and for the first time he was lucky, he found a cave...

After he settled in just a few feet from the entrance of the cave he grunted in annoyance, his clothes were soaked! He knew this ment he had to take them off so he didn't catch a cold or worse, get hypothermia. Once he stripped down to his boxers and binder he layed his clothes out on some rocks near by before sitting down shivering, he knew he had to stay awake... what if there was a spider.... or a bear... he flinched at the thought, "maybe sleeping wouldn't be so bad... " he thought to himself. And with that he fell asleep against the cave floor, shivering heavily.

When Alex woke up he was no longer cold, but it was still extremely dark and he could hear the rain outside. Then he felt what felt like something living and when he went to turn to see he realized the reason he wasn't cold anymore was because he was being held by something warm, and huge...

"Let me go!" He screamed but as soon as the words left his mouth something shot into it and soon he had a large... tentacle? In his mouth, it has to be, just the way it felt. He tried to bite down but it didn't even respond to that.

Before he could try anything else he began to taste the sweetness of some kind of syrup on his tongue, and then more and more was pumped into his mouth and he couldnt help but swallow, it just tasted so good.

A few minutes after he started to lazily drink from the tentacle he felt a burning sensation in his belly and crotch, his nipples hardening underneath his binder and his cunt soon dripping. This terrified him, but a part of him wanted more, and that was the part of him that was in control, so he kept happily drinking.

As he jept drinking and his body reacted to the fluids a tentacle starts sliding its way up his thigh and into his boxers where it begins pulling them down very carefully, as to not scare him. Everything was going well untill the monster pressed the tip into his cunt and he immediately reacted, thrashing quickly and clenching down to prevent it, his fight or flight kicking in.

The monster paused for a moment before it's grip on all of his limbs suddenly tightened and spread his legs and wide as they would go, making it impossible for him to move. Then the tentacle forcefully pushed into his tight cunt making him cry out around the tentacle in his mouth, it hurt so good...

This continued until the tentacle was all the way into his cunt, seemingly throbbing, the tentacle was the same width as his arm and had at least the length of her full arm in him already. It was pushed up against his cervix which caused a terrible pain for him, which was quickly worsened as it suddenly started thrusting all the way out and all the way back in pushing as hard as possible against his cervix. Each thrust was met with a terrible cry of pain, but it wasn't until it broke through his cervix that he screamed.

As soon as it broke through it expanded at the tip, essentially locking it in his womb. The pain was already umberable but when a strange weight began to shift around inside him before settling in his lower abdomen she cried, and cried, the weight kept getting worse and worse until his stomach was visibly distended. This monster kept this up until he looked 6 months pregnant. But it didnt pull out... this was his new role in life. Just human incubator for a giant monster... and he liked it.

[mavrintarou]

[3:34 PM] Gojo Satoru - A/B/O - 2

Skipping DD today to write about the man with the prettiest eyes. Happy birthday Gojo! Here is a short part 2 - please read the first part here

Warning: alpha Satoru in rut is = smut

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Y/n passed her child over to Sugaru, “thank you again.” Her voice sounded hoarse and hurried. She needed to return home as Satoru was waiting for her.

Sugaru nodded, squeezing Satorin in a bear hug. The three-month-old smiled happily at his uncle. He inherited his father’s eye color and platinum white hair. “No problem, Rin-rin will have a blast with his uncle.”

Y/n pressed multiple kisses to her child’s head and cheek knowing she may be apart from her son for a few nights. “Call me if he gives you a hard time.”

“You don’t worry about him…” Sugaru smirked, “you just worry about your big baby at home.”

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Y/n found Satoru in bed sleeping, naked as his body heats elevated during his rut. He was breathing heavily even in his sleep.

Going through a rut or heat can be an agonizing time. The body goes into shock mode with nothing but mating in mind. Sleep, eating and any other mundane activities are voided.

Y/n knew Satoru was sleep-exhausted, a few days before his birthday his body was already preparing for his rut, and he had not been able to get an ounce of sleep.

Finding him knocked out on the bed, she slowly left the room to not disturb him.

A year ago she was in agony and pain, suffering from being away from her mate. This time around, she was beside him and would go through his birthday rut with him once again.

Y/n and Satoru found out they were expecting a month after his birthday rut, it was a given considering her body was practically in heat.

She had taken additional precautions to avoid a second pregnancy so soon considering she gave birth to their son just three months ago.

Y/n was on the verge of preparing a sandwich when she suddenly became motionless, captivated by the waft of pheromones that enveloped her.

Strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist. “Y/n…”

She whimpered when Satoru’s pheromone amplified, she tilted her head to the side, allowing him access as he licked the healed but visible mark he left a year ago.

The pheromone emitted during the initial day of an alpha’s rut is notably concentrated and potent. It would gradually weaken back to normal within a few days.  

“Y/n…” Satoru calls your name again with a husky tone, “I need you… fuck you smell so good… I need you.”

Knowing what would go down, Y/n tried to twist in his arms, she cupped his face with both hands and Satoru was in a full-blown rut. His eyes are yellow and dilated and a thin layer of sweat is already coated on his skin. “Okay… okay you can have me but let’s go to the bedroom, okay?”

Satoru drops to his knees before her, his face and nose pressed against her crotch as he inhales deeply. His hands were already working to tug her jeans down.

“Toru – wait, let’s go to the bed – ahh!” She moaned, feeling his hot tongue through the cotton panties. His pheromone has turned her body to mush, submitting at his mercy. She bent over him, as he hungrily attacked at her pussy. “Wait…”

He roughly pulled down her underwear and feasted hungrily at her dripping folds. Satoru growled satisfied as he fist his cock with one hand.

Y/n’s stomach coiled, feeling her first wave of orgasm nearing until Satoru ceased it. She gasped, frustrated, and glared at him.

He stood up and lifted her easily on the kitchen counter and immediately aligned his enormous cock at her entrance and plunged it in one go. He gave her no grace period, his hips immediately pounded into her as he lifted both her legs, spreading her wide so he could hit as deep as possible.

His cock filled every crevasse of her walls. It was only the first round and she could feel him at her cervix, demanding to open up for him.

“Sa – toru… we – we forgot the condom,” she uttered between moans and whimpers.

“No… must breed you…”

She shook her head, “no – not yet…” her head shouted no but her womb shouted yes. The doctors have warned her that most women are most fertile after birth and must take secondary contraception to avoid an immediate pregnancy.

Y/n’s eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix, each time her cervix entrance widen. Her body screamed to be bred again, wanting nothing but his knot.

“Yes! Yes, breed me!” She screamed words she knew she was spewing in the heat of the moment.

“… breed you… breed my baby… take my cum…” Satoru murmured into her neck, his teeth biting down on the skin. Satoru smiles in satisfaction as her cervix entrance widens fully, allowing and welcoming him.

With one final thrust, he ejaculated deep inside her, his knot expanding and locking in place.

“Ah!” Y/n cried, tensing against him.

“Y/n…” he whispered, flinching as his cock twitches with each spurt of cum.  

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Two days later, Y/n and Satoru greeted their little one.

Satorin excitedly went to his mother, missing his mother’s embrace. Y/n showered him with kisses, whispering affectionate words to him.

“So,” Sugaru looked at Satoru who glowed from a successful rut. “Baby number two on the way?”

Y/n shot a sidelong glance at Satoru, who promptly raised both hands in a defensive gesture. “I couldn’t help it!” he exclaimed.

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E/n: we need more Gojo Satoru babies!

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy @starlight5cat @monsieurgucchi

[skye-charmer-writer]

Shayla

Shayla Perkins was moaning in pain while seated in the living room of her grandparents' house in the rural town of Springfield, Delaware. She had come to this place to attend the funeral of her granduncle, who had passed away at the old age of 78 years from a drug overdose. She was going to attend the funeral today but fate had something else in store for her. The 24-year-old was in the last month of pregnancy. And her water had broken a little earlier today. In spite of her precarious condition, her family found that leaving Shayla home alone to fight her contractions and going to the funeral was the best thing to do. Her mother, already disappointed at her for becoming pregnant so early in her life, had said to Shayla's face that she would ruin the atmosphere of the funeral. After all, funerals were the exact opposite of what she was going through at the moment.

This situation would not have occurred if she had not allowed her boyfriend, 29-year-old Yasuke Saito, into her apartment one night ten months ago. She currently was very much regretting doing that. She wished she had her boyfriend to support her today. This was not possible as Yasuke had committed suicide after learning of Shayla's pregnancy. Shayla had blamed herself for his death when it had happened.

When her waters broke, she was wearing a black dress meant for attending the funeral. The downpour of bodily fluid from her cunt had ruined that dress, causing her to be slapped by her father. Now she was dressed in a white tank and a pair of grey sweatpants. Her swollen feet were in a pair of flats. Shayla held her crotch as another contraction struck her body. She knew she would have to give birth today.

But she did not want to ruin her grandpa's beautiful green couch by birthing her baby in it. She needed to move someplace else for the birth. A thought came to her mind. “What if I give birth in the bathtub? I can drain the water later,” the laboring 24-year-old thought. It was not wrong to think that way as births were known to be a messy affair. That is why Shayla decided that it would be best if she gave birth in the bathtub.

“I gotta get up,” she said to herself. Getting up from the couch was not going easy for her as she was very much in active labor right now. Luckily, she would not need to walk much because the bathroom that had a bathtub was near the living room. All she needed to do was get up and turn the tap on to fill it with water. But it was not going to be an easy feat for her to do, especially in her current state.

“You can do it, Shayla. Just think that Yasuke is with you,” words of encouragement came out of her mouth as she tried to assure herself that the spirit of her deceased boyfriend was watching over her. He had always been supportive of Shayla during their relationship that's why his act of suicide had come as a surprise to her.

As she began to stand up to head to the bathroom, the baby began to descend through her birth canal. She cried out, “Fuck!” Then she fell back on the couch. With each contraction, the baby's head was making its way through the opening between her legs. She said while trying to calm herself between the contractions, “Gotta breathe! Gotta breathe! I can do this! Ow!”

A particularly strong contraction of her muscles ripped through her lower back and with it came out the baby's head. Only problem was that she was still wearing her sweatpants which would not allow the baby to breathe. Thinking of this, Shayla quickly straightened her back for a few seconds to pull down her pants. “It's going to be okay, baby. Mom's here. Ow! Oh! Fuck!” She was able to successfully bring her pants down to her knees and that's when she saw the head of the baby sticking out from her body. She was fortunately not wearing any underwear, because the one she was wearing earlier had been soiled when her waters had broken.

She carefully placed her hand under the head of the baby to support it. She began to tear up as her hands touched the soft skin of her child. But there was still a long way to go. She needed to get the rest of the baby's body out her uterus. Luckily for her, contractions were effectively doing their job and she did not feel a need to push on her own. Once again, a contraction struck Shayla and she cried out, “Oh God! Oh Jesus!” The shoulders of her child crossed through the opening in her body with ease. All she needed was to bear a few more contractions and she would be in clear.

She was panting from tiredness as the process was physically very strenuous for the young woman. Another set of contractions hit Shayla in quick succession. “Oh my God!” She took the name of lord. “I gotta push. I definitely gotta push. I want this to be over,” Shayla said as realization dawned upon her that pushing on her own would help get the rest of her baby out quickly. She caressed the forehead of her baby and said, “Mom's got this! Don't worry, sweetie, I got this! Oh fuck, it hurts so bad!” She concentrated all of her strength toward her pelvic area and began to push aggressively. “Oh God! Goodness gracious! Jesus! Give me strength! Ow! Ow! Fuck!” The golden pale skin of her stomach moved awkwardly as she pushed.

She looked down at the baby to see her progress. The baby's hands and torso were out of her body and only the legs were still inside the body of Shayla. “Not so long now. Okay, I can do this,” she assured herself as she prepared herself to push for the last time. She took a deep breath and thrusted her pelvic muscles outward. The baby finally popped out of Shayla's birth canal with organic matter covering its body.

She pulled the baby, who was still attached to Shayla via the umbilical cord, up to her chest and attached it to her chest through the tank-top she was wearing. She looked at the baby. It was a boy. The 24-year-old Shayla Perkins had given birth to a male child. “I think I am gonna call you Holden Saito-Perkins,” she said to her child, showing her absolutely terrible creative ability to come up with a respectable name.

“Or maybe not, I am not so sure,” she said as she began to realise that naming kids really wasn't up her alley.

End

[sensei-venus]

Could you do hcs for Robby when his wife goes into labor with their daughter?

- gemini sensei

(This takes place in the plotline I made where Robby ends up working for the LaRusso’s at the dealership as a sales rep.) (Also I just didn’t have the time with this post to add the birth, my bad fam) (Unedited)( @gemini-sensei )

•Their morning started out completely normal, both of them got up and started the day. Robby got dressed and made him and his wife breakfast. They both eat together and talked before he got up to leave for work, he kissed her and gave a small kiss to her belly. The two where excited, she was due in about a week and a few days. Robby was already happy that he was going to get time off in the next few days to start home with her.

•Daniel and even Amanda had tried to talk him into taking time off a month ago but he argued that he wanted to keep working. Daniel reluctantly let him keep working.

•Robby headed off to work while Reader stayed home. Robby told her to try and take it easy the rest of the day, she argued about her back hurting when she got up the morning. Which was normal now a days for her. The end of the pregnancy weighing her down.

•The day went by slowly. Robby was happy that by mid afternoon he had sold two separate cars, one off the lot and one on the sales floor. Daniel congratulated him on the sales as they walked to his office. Amanda stepped in and asked if Daniel wanted anything from the place down the road for lunch. This made Robby realise he had completely forgotten his lunch in the fridge at home. He sighed and Amanda took notice, asking if he wanted anything.

•It was almost like she had read his mind because Reader shows up behind Amanda, his forgotten lunch in her hand and a smile on her face. They kissed and talked for a moment before Amanda was dragging the poor girl off to her own office to talk. Robby just smiled as he watched his wife be pulled away.

•It was about a hour or so later in the middle of the two women talking when Reader started to feel weird. She was sitting on the couch in Amanda’s office, the other women sitting in one of the chairs not to far away. Mid sentence Reader stopped and sucked in a deep breath, the pain in her back returning and a hard pressure in her lowly belly started. It was quiet for a good second. The pain was gone but now Reader was a little freaked out, she tried her best to shove the feeling off. Amanda raised a brow at the whole scene.

“Contraction?”

“I honestly don't know, maybe?”

Reader was growing nervous.

• Time passes as the two women talk and the pain continues. What are definitely contractions roll though Reader like waves. She pauses every few minutes to suck in a deep breath and groan. The hand on her belly doing little to help make her feel better during those moments of pain and discomfort. Amanda’s getting more and more concerned by the minute. Watching the younger woman squirm in her seat.

“I think you should tell Robby your having contractions, go home for the day and rest. I’m surprised you even showed up, you should be taking some me time before this baby comes.”

“It’s not that big of a deal Amanda, I still have a week before we should even be worried about this baby girl trying to make a appearance-“

A harder wave of pain made her buckle and lock up for a moment. Harder and stronger then before. She gripped her knee hard as she tried to wait it out. The pain slowly passed, but the second she sucked in a deep breath, she felt it.

Both women watched as Reader’s dark sweat pants got even darker around her crotch.

• Readers cheeks burned as she looked up from the growing stain that was quickly traveling down her pants leg now. Her eyes meet Amanda’s and it makes things ten times worse.

“I’m so sorry about your couch-“

“Don’t even worry about it! Let’s get you up, you need to go get checked out like right now. I really wasn’t paying attention to how far apart your contractions where and now your water broke. Who knows how dilated you could be. Let’s get you to Robby.”

Amanda help her stand up and walk out of the office. Reader try’s her best to keep up, her belly killing her and now her wet pants slowing her down. Amanda is quick to lead her to Daniel’s office where the guys where still talking. She knocked on the open office door pulling them from their conversation.

“So Robby you are definitely going to have to take that time off, starting now because-“ she points to a very flustered Reader who is currently holding onto the door frame for dear life as another contraction starts up. “Your wife is definitely going into labor. Like right now.”

Robby about falls out of the chair he’s stilling in as he quickly stands up. Daniel try’s to hold back a laugh. Robby quickly walks over and takes his wife’s hand as she try’s to breath though her contraction.

•When it finally passes, Robby looks back at them. He coughs as he starts to lead Reader out of the room.

“Can’t really argue with you guys over me taking the time off can I?” Robby jokes as he helps Reader out of the dealership doors, Amanda and Daniel not far behind. Both of them grin as they watch Robby help situate his wife into his car. Ones she’s inside he closes the door, look back at his bosses.

“I uh don’t really know what-“

“Don’t worry, WE will call Johnny and Shannon and make sure they know you too are at the hospital. We will get Reader’s car back to the house as well. Just let us know what they say at the hospital, they might say it’s to early or you guys might have to stay depending on how dilated she is. Let us know and we will run by the house and grab her stuff.” Amanda grins, Daniel smiling beside her.

Robby sighs as he takes a moment to soak up everything that’s happening.

“We are having a baby…. We are having a baby!” He grins and waves to them before hurrying back to the car.

•Amanda and Daniel watch as Robby and Reader speed out of the parking lot. Daniel hugs Amanda to his side as they watch the car fade into the distance.

“I think he’s going to be fine.”

“I think both of them are going to be great partners.”

[sterlingtopper]

mpreg richard sterling x jar of idv server 1

It was rainy night in Jarjayes' small apartament in Paris. Jar slept completely peaceful, surprisingly chill for president who just conquered whole France, Romania, Lithuania and Balkans and connected them to Poland. Snuggled to him laid Richard, their heavily pregnant boyfriend. The only sounds in the bedroom were raindrops falling outside, sounds of cars on the streets and soft breathing of the couple. But without any warning, it changed swiftly.

Richard Sterling slowly opened his eyes, woken up by decently strong cramp he just got. He looked around, but couldn't see anything in the darkness. He could only feel Jar next to him, their chest raising and falling with steady peace in sleep. Richard thought it would pass, but soon he got another cramp. And then another and another. At first he didn't want to wake his partner up and worry then, but with every passing minute the cramps were getting worse to the point it almost got unbearable.

"Jar... President... Wake up..." Richard shook Jarjayes slightly, whispering in his sexy British accent.

It didn't took many shakes for Jarjay to wake up. The president looked at his boyfriend with tired eyes and spoke with their alpha sleepy voice:

"Greetings and salutations... What hour is it..?"

"It's past midnight, but it doesn't matter now. I think it started." Richard explained in hushed voice. He already looked like a mess, his homophobic eyes were looking at Jar in almost panicked way and he was gritting his teeth to not groan in pain because of the cramps. Thanks to it, beside changing his body type during whole pregnancy, his face still looked like if he was mewing his whole life. Jarjay looked very disoriented and confused, they still haven't woken up fully, but then, making everything clear, Richard's waters broke, wetting their bed and making Jar gasp in realisation:

"Richard! You're in labour!"

Before Sterling could say anything, Jarjayes was already up. They quickly putted on some skinny jeans and My Chemical Romance The Black Parade t-shirt and helped Richard sit up.

"We need to get you to hospital and quickly!" The president said while putting on sweater on his boyfriend. They had already packed suitcase with the most necessary things like underwear for Richard to wear in hospital and baby clothes, but the sudden childbirth still was a surprise. The British man was in poor state, only groaning from pain and Jar hated that they couldn't really do anything to make it stop. The only thing they could do was carrying him bridal way to their car, a damn Volkswagen Beetle that was waiting for them in their yard. Despite their small, uwuish frame Jarjayes didn't have any problem with picking up Richard, whose weight was now mix of Richard himself, his huge gyatt and his unborn child. Jorking to Ithaqua and pegging Richard four times a week finally paid off, Jar's arms got so muscular that they could easily conquer even more countries just with help of their bare hands.

The ride was short, but difficult for Richard. The dark haired male was seated on the passenger seat, still fighting with these terrible cramps. Even Jar's praises and words of reassurance, which were always so poetic and could even take alpha out of omega, weren't helping much.

"Richard, babe... Hang in there, just a little longer... Keep it up! We'll be in hospital in five minutes..."

Richard Sterling always described himself as tough man, after all he was the one that deceived Mr. And Mrs. Sterling for years just to get inheritance money and abused his dear sister. But right now, he couldn't focus on anything else than the constant pain. He felt like his crotch was teared apart.

"I'm trying..." He hissed through clenched teeth. "But you know I lost spark recently. They nerfed me."

"Don't say that, princess." Jar kept trying to reassure him. Even if they were panicking, they had to at least try being the responsible one here. "You're so strong. You can do it. Just don't push yet."

Jarjayes didn't lie. They parked in front of hospital after around five minutes and nurses with doctors took care of pregnant man immediately. He got putted on wheelchair and moved to room with only doctor, few nurses and his beloved Jar inside. President was by his boyfriend's side the whole time, reassuring and letting Richard grip on his hand.

"It's time for another push... Push!" The doctor ordered and Richard did as he was told to. But with every push it was getting more difficult.

Now he pushed again, with all his strength while gripping Jarjay's hand so hard that his nails left some red marks. Richard was panting heavily, but even while thinking only about agony he was in, he couldn't help but be concerned about Jar.

"I'm not hurting you too badly, right kitten?" Richard gasped out, but Jarjayes shook their head:

"Don't worry about me now. Besides, I'm kinda used to it considering how strongly you grip me everytime I peg you."

"Prepare for another push." Doctor warned. He was a professional and Jar's words didn't surprise him even a tiny bit. He heard and saw many unusual things already.

"I don't know if I can do this..." The man in labour was starting to lose faith, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion. Jarjayes, still sitting by his side, got unpleasantly alarmed by it.

"You can do this. You must do this, Richard. Just few more pushes. I already lost my previous child..." Richard's boyfriend almost begged him.

The man heard that story once. Before him, president had one boyfriend already. It was many years ago and Jar's ex called Frederick wasn't as fortunate as Richard. The fake French composer died during childbirth and Jarjay had quite difficult time moving on.

Doctor asked him to push now and Richard obeyed, letting out cry of pain. Meanwhile Jarjay kept yapping:

"Think about our future, about us, okay? You can do this. We'll have our baby and then move out to a better place, I have enough of this stinky French air. I was living there only because of sentiment left by my ex, but he said that he was sorry to be French anyway, so I suppose he wouldn't mind. Maybe Balkans? Keep going, baby..."

"I can see the head! Just few more pushes..." And among conversations like this, many cries of pain and Richard's groans, they finally greeted a beautiful baby girl at this world. She was more kawaii and smaller than usual newborns ("The French air is the reason" commented Jar.).

Richard held their daughter proudly in his arms, visibly exhausted. The dark haired man looked like if he was about to pass out but at the same he looked proud of himself like never before, even more than he was after pushing his sister downstairs and putting her in coma. The president looked at him with adoration and love in their eyes. They were so proud of Richard too, but also were glad that the pregnancy period finally ended and in few weeks they will be able to peg their beloved again. But they kept this thought to himself, trying to be as supportive as they can be.

"How are we going to name her?"

"You're asking me?"

"Well, you were the one pushing her out for last 12 hours."

"Bertha then?"

"Bertha? I like it. Greetings and salutations, Bertha."

🤍THIS ALL WAS WRITTEN AT 1AM AS A JOKE DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

[xcaptain-winterx]

Vincent ven Google

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: who would have thought that you can see a sunshine during the night

warnings: consuming drugs, weed, alcohol, fluff, slight smut, Lloyd being an asshole

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

The music is heard over the whole campus, it would be no surprise if someone will later come to tell them to shut the music off, but no one would give a single fuck about that. There are people drinking and playing beer pong, it’s always entertaining to see the newbie’s trying alcohol for the first time. Others are chilling in the couch, smoking a ton of weed and looking like they just opened their third eye. Then we have the students who are dancing to the music, and we can’t forget the girls who are rubbing their ass against the jocks crotch. Now, there are also the frat guys who are fucking blond cheerleaders who wear tight skirts with no panties and a top that is showing too much cleavage.

Lloyd is one of those frat guys.

He’s currently fucking the new cheerleaders pussy from behind in the upstairs hallway, not caring that someone could catch them.

“Ohhhh, daddy, yes”, the cheerleader moans as Lloyd goes faster

“You like when daddy fucks that tight pussy” he wraps his hand around her throat “you should be grateful that I’m giving you the whole length”.

Lloyd is THE playboy of Harvard, he has a girl for each day of the week and doesn’t hide it. The girls at Harvard know who he is and how he is, which leads to them trying to get his attention. The most successful are the cheerleaders. Who else. Lloyd takes advantage of all of them and no one cares. Normally he makes them suck his dick, for example in the locker room, under the bleachers, even in the back during a lecture. If Lloyd likes the girl in a ‘she’s popular, has nice cherries and a juicy ass’ way, he will give them the D.

“Lloyd”, Denny says, standing on purpose on the stairs, so he doesn’t have to see Lloyds ass, “the boys are going to play beer pong now, so hurry up!”

“Is Suzanne downstairs?” Lloyd slaps the girls ass as she whines because of the missing attention.

Denny sighs “yes”

“I think our newbie here can take a round two, can’t you” a smirk crosses his face as he tightens his grab around her neck “you can join us if you want” Lloyd laughs, knowing exactly that Denny is counting to ten to calm down.

“Just hurry up” he says before walking back downstairs, trying to ignore the sound of their skins slapping together. Denny isn’t really a frat boy, he doesn’t sleep around each day or wants to fuck every girl he sees. That doesn’t mean, though, that he doesn’t use some girls too. He’s not completely like Lloyd.

“Ahhhhhh”, the cheerleader manages to get out as she cums, creaming his dick. She sacks together completely blissed out from the orgasms, Lloyd is not done, though, he continues to fuck her, using her like a rag doll.

He cums with a deep growl, “fuck, that’s a good pussy” he slaps her sensitive pussy, making her let out a painful yelp. Lloyd lets her go, and she sinks to the floor, cum covering her thighs and mascara running down her cheeks. “might want to cover up unless you want everyone to see that baby cunt of yours”

He puts his dick back in his pants before walking over to the hallway mirror to fix some messed up hair strands. It takes him about 5 minutes for about 3 strands and once he is finished he looks down at the panting cheerleader, “you better grab a pregnancy test tomorrow, can’t have you getting fat.”

She looks up at him with a confused expression, “huh?”.

“The last newbie was getting fat, and just so your little dumb brain understands, that means pregnant. So get a fucking test tomorrow, can’t have a burden constantly following me. Stress makes you age faster, did you know that? I can’t walk around looking like a raisin” he gives her one last look before walking downstairs, leaving the trembling girl alone.

The smell of weed immediately hits his nostrils, he doesn’t know who brought the stuff, but he knows it’s the good stuff.

“Look who’s finally here!”, he hears one of his teammates scream, “so, the newbie, huh”, clapping on his shoulder.

Lloyd laughs, “did Denny told you that or were we too loud” he gives Denny who is standing on the other side of the kitchen counter a wink.

“We saw her rubbing her thighs together when she saw you and then you both went missing. Just had to put two and two together”, pulling out a notebook he goes “there is only one thing that matters right now”

Denny gives an evil smile as Lloyd pulls out a Polaroid photo. The picture is showing the new cheerleader, sucking Lloyds dick, perfectly capturing her tear-stained face. “Gentlemen, we found the Harvard slut of the week!”

The guys start cheering at that, laughing as Lloyd puts the picture on a new side, “girl really thought she would be tough enough for the whole packet. Tight pussy and no brain, she won’t survive the year”, he writes all of it down on the side before closing it and giving it to Denny, “she’s still upstairs, could use a bit of help, boys”

“Now that your finished I can have a taste” Danny says walking away “you better be right about this pussy, don’t want another Pacifica around my dick”

Lloyd smirks, grabbing a beer and looking around the room, scowling when he can’t see the other law student “where’s Andrew? Cheating on his girlfriend two with hookup six or girlfriend five?”, drinking the beer “boy is a real player”

“As if you aren’t, man. I think he’s looking for our junior drug lord, Andy wants something stronger”

“HA” Lloyd goes, “something happened to our good boy?” they know that Lloyd doesn’t give a single shit, but he still likes to hear what Andrew is so sad about that he needs something strong from Junior.

“A birdie told me that girlfriend two is pregnant”.

Lloyd faces him, “fuck, bitch really got a bun in the oven” he finishes his before letting out a laugh “Barber will be the first of us to carry baby seats and all of that shit. Let me guess, she’s keeping it”. The reaction the other frat gives him confirms it.

“Whore”

Lloyd and the others frat talk a bit more and look who would be another good fuck for this night. Looking around the room the choices are not bad. We have the cheerleaders who are already looking at them, hoping they will get their attention and their dick. The mean girls who are always in a group and making nasty remarks about everyone who walks by, and on the couch we have the girls who are already so fucking high that they would pass out the second they got a dick in them.

Lloyd looks around the room for another second before deciding to get some fresh air. He pushes through the people, not giving a single shit about anyone. Once he reached the door, he opens it and steps on the porch.

The chilly air greets him, making him shutter for a split second, that’s probably the reason no one’s outside. As much as Lloyd wants to deny it sometimes he loves some alone time where it’s just him and no one else. He’s to lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the person, sitting on the porch some feet away from him.

“You good?” a soft voice asks.

Lloyd almost jumps at the sudden noise, “Jesus fucking crist!” Lloyd says, turning to look at the source of the voice, finding a girl sitting on the floor.

“I think that’s a no” you say, giving him a smile.

He looks at you and takes in your attire. Some flared jeans with what looks like paint on them, a pastel purple shirt, a matching pastel purple cardigan and some Nikes who also seemed to have paint on them. “You know, you are not suppose to talk to stranger, little girl”

You give him another smile, “well we both go to Harvard, so we technically know each other”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. We only know each other if you had some playtime with Lloyd junior and I don’t think that’s the case” Lloyd says, pulling out a joint.

You give him a pout before clearing your throat, “ok, I’m y/n”, not getting any reaction from him as he searches for a lighter. “Here”, you say throwing your lighter at him.

Catching it before it lands in his face, “fuck, watch out. I don’t want to lose a fucking eye”

“I had trouble focusing for a second”

Lloyd looks at you confused, stepping a bit closer he can make out your dilated pupils. That explains why you are smiling at him almost the entire time he’s been talking to you. “You are high as fuck, aren’t you?”

“Jup” you before, giggling.

A smirk forms on his face. He lights up his joint, while still looking at you, “how much did you have?”, he ask, wondering if you are a newbie.

“This is my first”, you say holding up your hand, showing Lloyd the joint.

A laugh escapes his mouth. You are definitely a newbie. “You are this high from just half a joint. You shouldn’t act like a big girl” he mocks you, finding the situation amusing.

Your smile turns into a smirk, “I don’t act, I am one”

Lloyd walks closer to you and crouches beside you, making you feel his breath on your face “let me guess, you are new. I mean you have to be.” he touches your cardigan “you are wearing this thing, meaning that you haven’t been bullied, yet, otherwise you would have thrown it in the trash. Also, I haven’t seen you before and let me tell you, I know who goes to Harvard because I decide who gets bullied or not”, he says the last sentence with a dark tone. “And you don’t seem to have any friend because if you had some you would be with them and not out here alone with this sketchbook or whatever that thing is”, Lloyd says pointing at the one in your lab, giving you a dark smile.

You look at him for a second, biting the inside of your cheek, as your eyes start to water. Lloyd sees that and gets excited for the tears that are about to run down your cheeks. Shocking Lloyd, though, you begin laughing. You laugh so hard that tears come out of your eyes.

“What’s so fucking funny!”, he’s frustrated, that wasn’t his plan.

You wipe your tears and try to calm down, which is hard because the angry face he’s making is hilarious. Calming a bit down, you go, “I’m not new, I’ve been here for about 3 years now”. Lloyd studies your face, not seeing anything that shows that you are lying. “And just so you know” you continue, “I’m outside, alone because I didn’t plan on sharing”

“What, your nasty old joint?” he snarled.

You can’t hide your giggle.

The porch creaks when you move to sit straight, showing the ‘brownies’ on a little plate next to you, “Nope, no nasty old joints”

Lloyd raises his eyebrows, that definitely makes more sense than being that high from one joint, “that are a lot of brownies for one person”

“that is a lot of cologne for one person”

Lloyd lets out a laugh, “that mouth is going to get you in trouble at some point”

“I can take care of myself”, you say with confidence.

You truly seem to always be optimistic about everything.

It’s silent for a minute, no one makes a single sound. The only sound coming from the loud music inside. Lloyd is the first to break the silence.

“Give me a Brownie”, Lloyd sees the teasing grin you give him, knowing that you will say no, but he doesn’t care, he wants one, “now”

You scratch your chin, acting like you need to think about it, “hmm, I don’t know. I mean, I can’t give stranger’s something sweet, that would not look good”

“What if I show you my dick” he gives you a cocky smile. “Show you the big boy and if you’re a good girl you even get to touch it. If you give me the whole plate, I will let you even have some fun with him in-“

“I’m not into shorties”

Lloyd looks at you like you grew another head. Did you really talk bad about Lloyd junior? About his dick?

He growls and grabs your face, turning you towards him, his rich cologne now directly hitting your nostrils. If you weren’t so high, you would’ve been maybe a bit intimidated, but those brownies are fucking magic.

“Don’t say that ever again or I’m goi-“ he gets cut off again when you shove a brownie in his mouth and then hold your hand over his mouth, so he can’t curse you out. He mumbles something under your hand with the brownie still in his mouth. You shush him until he just gives you a defeated growl.

Once you’re sure he swallowed, you pull your hand away, “happy?, you ask, wiping your hand against your pants to get rid of some of Lloyds spit.

He looks at you like if you just told him he’s in timeout. It’s actually really cute.

The face Lloyd gives you is indescribable, it’s something between wanting to slap you or fuck you. But he would never fuck someone like you.

He surprises himself, “thanks”. The last time he said thanks was probably when he was 7 and got forced by his parents to say it when someone gave him a free pair of Christmas socks.

You looked at him, confused as to why you didn’t hear sarcasm or something similar.

“Giv-..Can I have another one..please” Lloyd asks and not demands.

You give him a kind smile, waiting for a second to see if he is planning something before putting the plate in front of Lloyd. “want to share?” you ask

Now it’s Lloyds turn to hesitate to see if you’re planning something. He looks in your eyes before deciding, “fuck it, ok”.

Somehow he feels happy when you give him the biggest smile, like a sudden warmness spreads through his chest. He goes to sit down next to you before quickly standing back up. “I’m not sitting there” and points at the wood.

Confusion crosses your face. “why?”

Have you seen how dirty that shit is?! I rather take the risk of falling down the railing than the risk of getting a splinter into my ass. Oh, and also the fact that my pants are going to be fucking dirty!”

What a baby

“Ok, calm down” you pull off your cardigan and carefully put it next to you, pulling it so Lloyds ass fits on it. “now sit”.

Lloyd looks at you and the cardigan until he finally sits down on it without protesting about how cheap it is if you can put it on the dirty ass wood. He thinks about thanking you, but decides against it and instead grabs a brownie.

About 30 minutes later and 4 brownies less on the plate, you are both laying on the floor next to each other, not caring about getting the clothes dirty.

“The stars are sooooo bright, I think I will go blind” Lloyd says as he continues to look up, completely in trance.

“There is a roof above us” you say laughing,

Lloyd just turns to you with a shocked expression, “since when?” he says in a confused whisper.

You stare at him, “I don’t know, it was just there”

“Probably magic”

Lloyd definitely didn’t expect to spend the night with someone who had apparently been unnoticed by him for three years and who is completely high. The more he thinks, the more scared he gets because he doesn’t understand how and why he is spending time with you and not with some hot bitch in some random guys bedroom.

“So” Lloyd begins, trying to act not high “what are you here for” cringing at how dumb that sounds.

“I want to have a major in art history, well, I will have a major in Art history” you say, with such confidence like you know you will leave Harvard with one.

“What about you?” you say, looking back up to the roof.

“Criminal justice, I’m going to be a lawyer after Harvard”

Silence

“Bitch, what the fuck”, you say, turning your head to him, “You, a lawyer?”

Lloyd begins to laugh like a maniac. He throws his head hard against the floor, “I will be one when I grow up”. It’s hilarious if he thinks about it actually, him a lawyer. Maybe he’s going to change his thoughts about what he’s going to be eventually. Something around sport perhaps or just being able to hit something. He plays football after all and he definitely doesn’t hold back on the field.

Now it’s your turn to start laughing like crazy, just the thought of Lloyd in a suit and a briefcase in hand. God, he would also have to get rid of his asshole expression. This guy looks like he would bully you for being his client. Though, maybe he would be a good one, he already is more likable than 30 minutes ago.

You stop laughing when you feel him getting on top of you, caging you in and looking deep into your eyes. Your noses are almost touching, his breath hitting your lips and you feel yourself getting lost in his piercing sapphire eyes, but before you can say anything, he reaches for your sketchbook on the opposite side.

He quickly gets off of you once he has it and puts on his asshole expression again.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he opens the book.

“What does it fucking look like? I want to look at the pictures”

“You mean sketch-“

“That’s what I said!” Lloyd stops when he takes a look at them. They are beautiful. Even though he can’t focus 100% it still looks so detailed, each pencil stroke precisely. The book is filled with sketches of landscapes, building and people. He stops when he comes across a sketch of someone.

“Is that Carmichael?”, Lloyd asks. Do you know him? Are you two friends? Why did you draw him? Lloyd suddenly feels jealous and angry, but why?

You look at the page, “yes, I saw him in the library”

“And you just drew him?”, normally Lloyd would’ve made a comment about how he can’t believe that Denny would actually be in a library, but right now he only cares about why he’s in this book. The way you must have concentrated while drawing him and how you examined every detail of his face before putting it on paper.

“Yes”, you say, reaching for another Brownie, “I really wanted to sketch him when I saw him”

Lloyds jaw begins to clench“Why?”

You get a bit closer to him, so that your arms are touching and then whispers“I thought he looked pretty, but don’t tell him that”

That’s it

“I’m pretty too!” he barks, not believing how you could find Denny attractive.

“Stop that, I’ve never seen you before back then”

“That is no excuse for not sketching this masterpiece”, Lloyd replies, and points at himself.

You put the half eaten brownie back on the plate and snatch your sketchbook from him. “ok”, holding the book above your face, you grab the attached pencil and start drawing thin lines.

“What are you doing?”Lloyd sits up, but immediately gets pulled down again by your hand grabbing the collar of his cream-colored sweatshirt.

“Don’t move, please”

Lloyd listens and lays back. He watches you concentrating on the sketch, and how you frown when you get to the details. He for the first time really looks at you too, from your beautiful lashes, the tiny beauty marks, your soft skin to your plump lips, especially your lips. “You better not ruin my face”, he says.

Quickly looking at him before turning back to your sketch, “I’ll promise I get your good side”, giving him a small smile.

He scoffs, “pff, I don’t have a bad one, this man next to you is pure art”, raising an eyebrow at you when you turn to look “I’m a masterpiece”

You throw your head back and a laugh escapes you. How can this boy be so ‘cute’ and arrogant at the same time? “well definitely not a Van Gogh, though”

“Ven gOogle?” Lloyd questions the consuming of the brownies showing.

“Noooo”, you answer, “Van Gogh, Vincent van Gogh was a famous painter. He was a Dutch painter who used art to escape the reality. He painted the world how no one has ever done before. Van Gogh used the pain of his life to create magnificent art, though no one else liked it. People weren’t a fan of it, but that didn’t stop him from continuing” even, though, your high you can still talk about art as if you’re wide awake, and because you’re talking, you don’t realize how Lloyd actually listens to what you are saying. He’s actually listening and not just there, thinking that he rather wants to drink, fuck or just roll his eyes.

“Done”, you sit up and show him the sketch.

Lloyd has seen a lot of things in his life that made his ego boost, starting from the acceptance to Harvard, winning against Yale for the first time, getting a blowjob during class, making a girl pass out from just fingering her. This is different, though, very different, but he doesn’t know why. Maybe because someone admired his face that long or that his beauty is now on paper, or that his drawing is better than the one from Carmichael. Definitely not because you drew him though.

No.

Not because of that.

It doesn’t matter that you drew him.

He gets pulled out of his thoughts when you ask, “do you like it”. Oh boy, how much he wants to say yes and tell you that it’s amazing. No one ever did something like that for him as far as he knows, and even if, Lloyd knows that this would be his favorite one. The drawing showing him laying with his head turned to you and a smile on his face, that he didn’t know he had. Lloyd is sure that there’s nothing more beautiful in this world, and he’s not only talking about the drawing.

Lloyd looks at you and thinks about what he’s going to say. Should he be honest and tell you he’s fascinated by it?

“My lips are not that crusty”, he decides against honesty.

“They are”, you say.

“They are not! Why do you think everyone wants to kiss those plump cushions? You can see for yourself if you want”, Lloyd says, looking at your lips now. Quickly moving his gaze when he realizes what he’s doing.

You give him a look, “those dick sucking lips are definitely a bit crusty”

Lloyd is not happy, “I’m not a fucking crop top wearing gay asshole, you-“, once again he gets cut off by your hand over his mouth.

“I’m just kidding”, you say, giggling at his reaction.

He takes your hand away and huffs, “that’s not funny”. He doesn’t like men, he likes girls, pretty girls, hot girls, juicy ass girls, big breast girls, skinny girls, and an artist-NO.

You roll your eyes, men always get so grumpy when someone makes a joke. “You could use some chapsticks, they will definitely make your lips look even more kissable”, you say without thinking it through. More kissable?

You put your sketchbook away, hoping that this might give you a few seconds to calm down. Maybe he didn’t even notice the last part.

He did, and his cocky smirk is back. Not only that, though, also a small blush too, “that’s for girls and not for men”, Lloyd tries to hide the fact that you made him blush.

You lay back, looking at the ceiling, not being brave enough to look at him again, “it’s good for your lips, that doesn’t mean that you have to buy one with color”

“I think about it”, Lloyd smiles, turning to look at the ceiling too, “you are quite nice, you know?”

There is the blush again, “I just want to treat people like how I would want to be treated”

“What if they are mean even though you were nice?”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t want to treat people in a bad way. They don’t deserve that. It’s not important if they don’t like me”

You feel a hand softly grabbing your chin, pulling your head to the left. Those beautiful sapphire eyes staring directly into yours again.

“You are a true sunshine”, Lloyd hates the thought of anyone being mean to you. Why would someone?

“What?”

Still touching your face he goes, “you are being nice to me even, though, I threatened you and now you are telling me how I could take better care of my lips.”, he cringes when he realizes what cheesy stuff he’s saying, “you better stop being like that, the world is to bad for that and no one gives a shit about a ‘nice’ person, nothing will change. You really think you could change people to be nicer because that’s bullshit”

A sad smile crosses your face, “I think that one can bring out the best of someone. Not ten or twenty, just one. They will have a connection like no other.” the music completely drowned out, it’s only you two in that moment “maybe they will be best friends, family”

“or lovers?”, Lloyd asks.

“Yes, or lovers, soulmates”

“whatever you say”, Lloyd gets closer, moving his hand to touch your cheek and the other on your waist, “sunshine”.

Lloyd doesn’t care that the devil on his shoulder is telling him to get the fuck away from you. He stares at your lips, and slowly leans in-

“OH FUCK”

Lloyd immediately sits up, a flash of panic in his eyes that someone saw what he was about to do. The devil on his shoulder laughing at what Lloyd is thinking.

There laying at the end of the stairs is Andy, completely intoxicated and hurt by missing the stairs. An annoyed growl leaves Lloyd. Andy almost gave him a heart attack.

Lloyd looks at you and your soft expression, he feels anger arise in him. He’s mad that he almost turned soft and made the mistake of kissing you, and not because he didn’t kiss you because of Andy.

Right?

[sparklefartstheunicorn]

Disability aid review- pain management edition

Good morning fellow chronic pain peeps! Thought I'd share a review of some of the pain management tools I've purchased myself in the last year. First up, we have the Momcozy pregnancy pillow

I'm a side sleeper that barrel rolls all night. Most body/maternity pillows don't work for me because I just get tangled up in them. This pillow was recommended by some tiktokers with Ehlers-Danlos, so I gave it a try.

What I like :

The texture of the cover reminds me of a squishmallow.

Laying inside it feels like a hug, and was very comforting.

The stuffing is soft, but sturdy. I only used it a couple weeks (more on that later) but I saw no flattening or stuffing lumps.

The U shape kept me from barrel rolling and gave me support when I did turn side to side. I also found myself naturally sleeping on my back halfway through the night, which is far better on my spine.

I did have less pain in my hips, back, and lower neck while using it.

What I didn't like:

I felt I was a bit too tall for it. I'm 5' 9" so I expected that would be the case. The part that goes through your knees, hit me at crotch level. To circumvent this, I just bent that part down to run along my side.

It did creep up a little during the night, and I'd have to sit up and readjust my whole nest. This could be because I'm such a rough sleeper or the slick velvet cover. It wasn't a deal breaker for me, but it was a thing.

What made me stop using it every night was that I started seeing an increase in my cervicogenic headaches. I wondered if the pillow wasn't increasing the pressure on the base of my skull and triggering them. That said, I still got headaches a few days after I switched pillows. So this could have been a coincidence.

It does take up the majority of my queen size bed. My partner and I sleep separately, but if you share a bed that might be an issue.

I bought the Momcozy brand over the less expensive options after reading tons of reviews. I bought through Amazon (link) but you can also find it on their website and walmart.com

Summary:

I feel like it was well worth the $50 I paid for it (I've seen it on sale since for less than 40). I slept better on this pillow than I have any others. I liked it so well, that I'm going to give it another go once I'm brave enough to risk another migraine. But, unless you have instability where your head meets your neck, I don't think you'll have the same problems.

*Stay tuned for more reviews

[hqcolem]

The one with Elisabeth Pauline

               When: December 30th 2022

               Where: St Pauls Hospital, Vancouver

                Notes: Lili and Cole welcome baby Ellie.

Cole: With the holidays, Christmas and the New Year, Cole was looking forward to relaxing with what little time he and Lili had left as a family of three. Ellie was already overdue by two weeks but she didn't seem in any hurry to join them. He knew Lili was tired of being pregnant and Cole was just hoping that Ellie would decide to make her appearance before they had to evict her through medical intervention. Charlie had been asleep for a good few hours and for once so had Cole. Cold weather always made for a better sleep and knowing they weren't rushing back to work anytime soon was also nice. They could enjoy the holidays and just relax.

Lili: "Get. Out." Lili growled to her oversized stomach. She was done playing nice. She was done with the walks. She was done with the spicy food. And after nearly kneeing Cole in the crotch during what was supposed to be sex to induce labor, she was also done with his penis. For good. It was never getting anywhere close to her ever again. She poked her belly and sighed as Ellie's foot pressed up against her palm. "Oh, you're awake and you're just ignoring me. Cool." She was miserable. Ellie's due date had come and passed and Lili was actually starting to get a little fearful she'd be pregnant with this demon spawn for the rest of her life. Rocking in the rocking chair, Lili tried not to be annoyed that Cole had crashed in Charlie's toddler bed with her. She knew he was tired but...at least he didn't have a turkey just roasting in his stomach and pressing up against his spine. "COLE," she shouted, only feeling a little guilty. Hopefully Charlie didn't awaken. 

 Cole: Charlie's toddler bed was surprisingly comfortable despite it being far too short for him and is legs hanging off the edge, sleep was sleep though and it hadn't bothered Cole enough to wake him up. Until Lili shouted and Cole opened his eyes. He was pretty sure he'd heard her and it hadn't been some figment of his dream so he carefully moved from Charlie's room, trying to be extra quiet so the toddler didn't waken and made his way back through the house. "Lil?" He called out walking through to their master bedroom. "Everything okay?"

Lili: "No," Lili answered dryly. "Everything is /not/ okay." She pointed to her stomach and then sighed, trying to get herself up out of the chair. Nope. Not happening. She remembered when Charlie was born, how she had spent the whole day trying to convince herself and Cole that absolutely everything was fine and she wasn't having contractions every thirty minutes. She'd give anything to be having contractions. "I want this baby out of me. Even if you have to spread my legs apart and yank her out. Okay?" Her eyes were a little wild as she spoke and she finally heaved herself up. "Also, if I can't sleep, you can't sleep. Capiche?" She moved past him and then stopped. Was that - "Oh," she spoke, sounding the happiest she had in days. "Oh my God. Please tell me this is a contraction." 

 Cole: “You know what I think? I think you made such a nice little home for her that she decided she likes it so much she doesn’t want to leave” Cole tried to reassure her. They’d never had this problem with Charlie, sure Lili had been a little uncomfortable towards the end but being born at 36 weeks, they’d never gotten this far in her pregnancy. He was going to offer to help Lili up but sometimes it was better to let her ask rather than offer straight up. “Capiche” He repeated with a wry smile on his face. If Lili wanted some company then he would be that for her. “Was it painful? If not, probably not”

Lili: "Shut up!" Lili exclaimed, flapping her hands at him in the same wild manner. "You're going to jinx it." She paused, waiting to feel if another strange sensation passed again. Nope. Nothing. It could've been gas, it could've been Ellie kicking her, it could've been anything but it definitely was not a contraction. She moved past him to go into the kitchen and just eat all of her comfort snacks. What did it matter? She already felt like a whale and it wasn't like she had anything else to do. Ellie stopped her from doing literally anything comfortable. She opened up the cupboards, grabbed the double stuffed Oreos, poured herself a tall glass of milk and leaned crankily against the counter. As she went to take a bite, she felt liquid going down her legs. She either peed herself or - "My water broke!" She shouted joyfully. "Cole!" 

 Cole: Cole held his hands up in defence and watched Lili walk away. He liked pregnant Lili but there was definitely a part of him that would be happy to have his wife back without all the crazy hormones that pregnancy brought along with it. It was amazing feeling tiny baby kicks from inside her stomach but even he had to admit he was ready for Ellie to join them. He followed Lili into the kitchen, starting on a pot of coffee. If he was going to be made to stay up with Lili then he needed some caffeine. He was pouring milk into his mug when he heard Lili talk again and he turned around to see what she was talking about and… saw the puddle on the floor. “I guess it was a contraction?” He offered, wiping the puddle up.

Lili: "I guess so!" Lili replied happily. Unlike with Charlie, she was thrilled that it was finally time to deliver. She placed her hands over her enormous bump and waddled away from the fluid of the floor, using her feet to keep Gus and Milo back. "Time to get the hospital bag!" She was practically singing as she moved into Charlie's room. Her daughter was not going to be happy about being woken up from her sleep but the temper tantrum would be worth it. "Hey Charlie girl," she whispered and pulled back the covers to try and get Charlie out. She obviously couldn't carry her but maybe she could get her moving. "Come on baby, we're going to Grandpa's." Matt had already agreed to watch Charlie while Lili was in labor and she knew the older male would be just as excited as her to get this late wake up call.

Cole: Cole wiped up the water on the floor and then pulled out his phone to call his Dad. Luckily they’d already organised it with him so he knew his Dad was expecting them to let him know. When he got off the phone with him, he walked into Charlies bedroom, the toddler was still asleep which was unsurprising “I called my Dad. He said he’s happy to come here so we can just leave her sleep” It was probably easier for them to do it that way. Charlie might get a surprise when she woke up and found they weren’t there but her and her grandpa had a good relationship so Cole wasn’t too worried about that. “Do you want to change before we leave? Shower?” 

 Lili: Lili nodded. That was actually a better plan than trying to wrestle a grumpy toddler into her car seat. "How did I marry such a smart man?" Lili smiled at Cole, caressing his cheek. Gone was the grumpy gills he had to face just a few minutes ago, now Lili was ecstatic because she was going to become a mom. Again! To another gorgeous, perfect baby girl. Who was currently squeezing her insides into a pulp and yet Lili was still straining to smile, only it probably made her look constipated. "Let me take a quick shower," she agreed, if only to wipe the fluid off her legs and called out once again, "Don't forget the baby ba-ooh!" She paused. "I'm fine. It's fine. Everything's fine."

Cole: Once they left Charlies bedroom, Cole shut the door and double checked the baby monitor was on for his Dad. It was so he left it in the kitchen and then went to follow Lili again. She was a great actress but not when she was in pain or having a contraction. Cole just raised his eyebrow and nodded “Sure, I believe you” he teased and went to follow her back upstairs. The baby bag had been packed for weeks so all they had to do was grab it and put it in the car.

Lili: It took a little longer than normal for Lili to reach her shower and while the hot water did help, she still was wincing by the time she got out and wrapped a towel around herself. As best she could, anyway. It barely wrapped around her stomach and Lili was careful that she didn't slip on the wet tile floor as she tip toed towards her dresser. She found a mumu that she had specifically picked out for when she was in labor, pulled her hair up into a messy bun and then collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. God. She might just have the baby right her- "Ahh," she moaned out softly, squeezing her toes as another contraction hit. "Just kidding baby girl...just kidding." When she came back downstairs, Matt was already there and she accepted his hug with a smile. "We'll have a new grandbaby for you in just a bit," she teased. 

 Cole: While Lili was in the shower, Cole threw some last minute things into the two bags they were bringing, phone chargers, toothbrushes and some snacks. Once that was done, he wrote out a quick list of helpful things for his Dad. Charlie was an easy toddler for most people who watched her but she changed her mind on things she did and didn't like daily so he was he was sure his Dad would appreciate the list. He let his Dad in when he arrived, hugging him in greeting and giving his a quick rundown of some helpful points and then they were just waiting for Lili. Once his Dad and Lili had greeted her, Cole held out a hand for his wife "Ready to go?"

Lili: "Mhm," Lili nodded. The contractions were starting to get closer and closer so her good mood was starting to go down. She held Cole's hand and with his help, got in the car. She texted her doctor to let her know they were on their way to the hospital and then leaned back in her seat. This was so uncomfortable and she wondered what it was about children that made you forget all the pain you went through with them just to have another one. They were definitely tricky that way. "Can you speed up a little?" She asked. "Not to...rush you and all but they're getting closer together and I really don't want to have Ellie in the car." 

 Cole: They bid his Dad goodbye and then Cole helped Lili into the car, putting the bags in the back. The hospital wasn't too far away so Cole wasn't too worried it would take them a long time to get there but he knew the traffic was always unpredictable. "Sure" he replied to Lili and held his hand out again in case she wanted it. "Didn't your water just break? How far apart are they?" He asked her after she spoke again. Cole had taken infant cpr and first aid but he knew he wasn't in any way shape or form equipped to deliver a baby so he also wanted to avoid having Ellie born in the car. "What did Dr Richards say when you texted her?" He was hoping if he kept talking to Lili that it would distract her.

Lili: Lili took Cole's hand gratefully and squeezed it as another contraction hit. Once she was in the hospital, she would definitely be begging for that epidural again. She knew a lot of women praised natural labor and good for them but Lili wanted the drugs and she wanted them now. "Like a few minutes," she confirmed and breathed in and out, the way they had taught her in lamaze class. The only difference between this and Charlie's birth was that she wasn't as terrified - she knew she was a good mom and she knew Ellie was in good hands. It was just a pain in the ass all the before stuff before they got the good stuff - her! "She said she wasn't on call so she'll be sending in someone else but she wished us good luck and wants pictures." Dr. Richards was now a good friend of Lili and Cole's and any person she recommended was already great in Lili's books. 

 Cole: Cole had been expecting Lili to say a longer time frame than a few minutes so he upped the speed a little. He wasn't going to go over the limit, a crash wasn't something they needed but he was still hurrying more than he had been. "Okay well thats good to know" They had picked this hospital for a reason so Cole knew Lili and Ellie were both in good hands even if it wasn't their doctor they were seeing. He rubbed his thumb over Lili's hand as they drove into the hospital and found a park quickly. He grabbed the bags out, coming to open Lili's door for her as well. "Do you want a wheelchair or do you want to walk?" They'd just go straight to the maternity floor, so Cole didn't mind either way.

Lili: Normally Lili would protest a wheelchair as she was perfectly able but she was also smart enough to know that she couldn't walk very far with her pain. "Wheelchair for now," she winced and waited as a nurse greeted them with a wheelchair at the entrance. She knew the spiel - she'd get triaged and she was sure once they checked her out, they'd see that she was already ready for a bed. She didn't let go of Cole's hand until she was being helped out of the chair and into the bed. Luckily, she got to keep the mumu on and ditch the gross hospital gown. Her vanity was out the window but she still wanted to look /somewhat/ cute for the baby pictures. Now strapped to a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff, Lili tried to relax into the bed. "How dilated am I?" She asked the nurse cheerfully.

Cole: Luckily a nurse already seemed to have noticed them so Cole didn't have to go anywhere to get a wheelchair and the walk through the hospital and up the elevator took no time at all. It was very early morning so there was almost nobody around and they made it into a room without issue. Cole set the bags down to the side and then just sat down at a chair on one side of the bed. The nurses were doing all the same things to set up as they had done with Charlie so Cole stayed out of the way and just watched as they got things ready. Cole was always amazed at how quickly Lili was able to switch her moods on and off but he was happy she seemed to more comfortable now too. "Are you happy now you're with all the drugs?" he asked her.

Lili: "I haven't got the drugs yet," Lili chuckled. She couldn't really explain her good mood. Sure, she was in a lot of pain. Childbirth wasn't an easy feat and she was sure she'd be screaming/crying in just a few moments but there was just this little glow of happiness inside her that had yet to dim once she had found out she was pregnant with Ellie. It had taken a long time to convince Cole for them to have another one and an even longer time to convince herself after the miscarriage but Ellie was almost here. She was the missing piece Lili hadn't even realized their little family needed. She leaned her head back against the pillow and smiled at Cole. "I love you...you girl dad." 

 Cole: "I know that" Cole told her "I was just trying to explain your suddenly good mood" He was sure it might not last all that long but he was hopeful this time around would be a lot more relaxing than the last one. "I love you too" He replied, moving to press a kiss to Lili's forehead, "I told you I was destined to be one" He'd just had this feeling that he was always going to be a girl Dad, especially after Charlie had been born. "You still feeling okay?" he asked her. The nurses seemed to have just finished everything they needed to do and were getting ready to check Lili so he was hopeful they'd have more information after they'd done that too.

Lili: Cole was the best dad, whether that be to a girl, a boy, or an animal but there was something so special about seeing him help raise a beautiful, independent, smart, kind little girl. She was very lucky to have him as a father even if she didn't know it yet. Lili's eyes filled up with tears - and Ellie would be too. Oh goodness. She was definitely going to cry which probably meant she needed that epidural because her hormones were ranging from one end to the next. A nurse settled herself in at her legs and Lili only barely squirmed as fingers were inserted to feel how dilated she was. "About five centimeters, so just in time," the nurse declared with a small smile. "I'll go get the anaesthesiologist."

Cole: Cole just watched the nurse do her job and was relived when she announced that Lili was at a five. Last time they’d come to the hospital she’d been a three and it had taken hours for her to dilate even two centimetres so he was hopeful it wouldn’t take as long this time. Luckily the anaesthesiologist was being called because he didn’t want Lili to have to be in too much pain for too long. “Do you want to get in the shower or tub while you wait? Or are you happy here?” He asked her

Lili "I'm good here," Lili commented and adjusted herself so that the needle could be placed in her spine. It didn't take long for that to happen and soon, Lili could feel her entire body relaxing. It wasn't that the contractions were gone, it was just that they felt more like really annoying period cramps and not like she was about to snap in half. "I love you," she told him sleepily, her head resting against the pillow and gazing at him with soft, relaxed eyes. "I'm glad you keep giving me babies. Let's do it again soon."

Cole: Cole was glad that the anaesthesiologist had been quick. They hadn't really taken much time when they called for him with Charlie either so Cole hadn't expected too long a wait but he was still glad there wasn't really much of one. "I love you too" He told Lili with a kiss on the forehead once she was able to get comfortable and once he was sitting down, patted the hand her IV wasn't in "And i'm glad the drugs are working" He told her with a wry smile. She didn't seem to be in any pain and that was all Cole really cared about.

Lili "Why do you think it's the druuuugs," Lili drug out the word and then giggled. She drug the word out while drugged. That was funny. "I can't wait for Charlie girl to meet her baby sister. They're going to be so cute, thick as thieves. We're going to have the cutest kids in the land!" Wow. This was really hitting hard, wasn't it? Either she had been way too tense with Charlie's birth or it just hit you different the second time around. Or maybe it helped that was just a more relaxed environment.

Cole: "I don't think it's the drugs, I think it's your optimistic sparkling personality darling" Cole replied with an amused face. Last time Lili had been so exhausted that she'd gone straight to sleep after getting the epidural so there hadn't really been much effect from it besides the pain management. Cole was glad that they were more relaxed this time, now that they knew what to do, it already seemed like it was going better than it had with Charlie. "We've already got the cutest kids so I think you're going to be right on that one"

Lili nodded. "That we do, that we do," she mumbled drowsily. Part of her wanted to close her eyes but a bigger part of her wanted to be awake and be present in this moment. She was sure another contraction would wake her up once the drugs wore off. "I think I'm gonna take a little nap." Okay, never mind. Her mind knew what her body wanted more than she did, apparently.

Cole: Cole just nodded at Lili's next words. She was getting sleepier and sleepier so he was sure she'd fall asleep soon. It was good because he knew it was already late and while he'd had a few hours sleep in Charlie's bed, he knew that Lili hadn't slept at all and he wanted her to get as much rest as she could before things started ramping up. "Okay, have a good sleep baby" He told her once she'd decided to actually have a sleep and Cole pulled the blankets up to cover her a little more. The hospital could be cold and he wanted Lili as comfortable as possible.

Lili didn't actually sleep but she felt like she managed the lightest stage of REM nap. She could hear the television playing in the background, her phone occasionally dinging with texts, the hustle and bustle outside of the hospital door. When she finally felt clear enough to awake, she groaned as the pain hit her full force. Yep. The epidural was gone. "Just in time!" Her nurse swept back into her room, dyed pink tendrils hanging in front of her eyes. Her employee ID read Kelly and she had a nice smile. "We're going to see how dilated you are now."

Cole: While Lili slept, Cole caught up on a book he'd been reading and had a coffee that a kind nurse had brought in. He wasn't tired but even still, Cole was never one to turn down a coffee and it was a nice little shot of energy even though he felt like he didn't really need it. He knew with Charlie's birth he'd updated all their friends and family while Lili had napped but Cole didn't bother this time. He didn't really feel the need to immediately notify anyone and it was nice for it to just be him and Lili who knew what was going on. He kept one of his hands entwined with Lili's so Cole felt it when she stirred and looked up as the nurse entered the room. "Hey sleepyhead. Good nap?"

Lili nodded her head and then swallowed. Her throat was a little dry. "Can you hand me some water?" She asked him, taking a big sip and then wincing as she felt herself being stretched. Even if she was used to it, it still wasn't pleasant. "Almost eight centimeters, Lili. Get ready to start pushing soon." Kelly gave her a smile and a wink and then left the room after instructing her to use her call button if she needed anything. Lili rubbed her stomach, closing her eyes. She was ready to push now but she knew she couldn't rush it. "Have you told anyone yet?"

Cole: When Lili requested water, Cole handed her the huge water cup that the nurses kept coming into fill. It was the only thing that the patients in labour were allowed to have so he knew they were proactive about making sure they were always topped up. Cole was always amazed at how calm Lili always seemed even when he knew she had to be in a lot of pain. "Not yet. I mean, my dad knows but I haven't updated him or anything. I think everyone else is asleep, I just figured we could update everyone in the morning. How are you feeling?"

Lili Despite Lili being uncomfortable, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Mads is gonna be so pissed at you," she warned him and then winced. She wished she was able to get a second epidural but sadly, life was not that kind to her. "But okay." She then clenched the sheets with her fists. "Oh my God," she said quickly and leaned forward. "Oh my God, please get the nurse. I think I'm ready to push."

Cole: Cole shrugged "Probably. Maybe i'll have a cute tiny baby to offer up and then she won't be as mad" She'd been one of the first people they'd told with Charlie so he could understand if she was. "You okay?" He asked Lili, watching her with concern, "Is your epidural still working?" Once she'd had the epidural with Charlie he knew she'd barely felt anything so it was a little unnerving to watch her in pain. "Okay okay, hold on" Cole told her hitting the call button for the nurses and was relieved when a couple of them arrived immediately.

Lili Lili now knew why women continued to have pregnancies - the sight of your baby was always the reason you forgot just how damn painful it was to have them. "I have a few choice words I can't repeat right now," she moaned. She really could've used a second epidural but she just tried to breathe evenly in and out. She barely flinched as she was probed and then Kelly called in the rest of the nurses, as well as Maria and the doctor. "Alright, Lili, you ready to push?" She asked and Lili answered that by grabbing Cole's hand, squeezing tightly, and emitting a loud yell as she pushed with all her might.

Cole: "Okay" Cole chuckled and pushed some hair off of Lili's forehead. It was tied up but he didn't want it bothering her while she was actually giving birth. Once the room started flooding with nurses, Cole just stood by the head of the bed and made sure he was in reach if Lili wanted to grab him but not in the way of Doctor Richards or the nurses doing anything. He spoke quiet words of encouragement to her, just enough for Lili to hear and not so much that it broke her focus.

Lili "Stop talking to me!" Lili moaned, wishing Cole would just be quiet. All of his 'you're doing great, honey' and 'just a little longer' sounded condescending when he wasn't the one pushing a watermelon out of her vagina. "Why did you do this to me," she continued to wail. Just seconds ago she had been thanking him but that didn't matter now. Pain. So much pain. A ring of fire, it was described as, and God, was it ever. Lili didn't think her body could be stretched that much farther but Ellie was testing this theory. She screamed loudly as she pushed again and then exhaled shakily as Dr. Richards said they could see Ellie's head. Her head! "Oh my God, just pull her out," she moaned.

Cole: Cole immediately stopped talking to Lili as soon as she asked and just focused on holding her hand. He wasn't the one giving birth and he wasn't about to make things worse if Lili already had a lot of people speaking to her. He definitely wasn't going to remind her that she'd technically been the one to bring up having a second child. He was caressing her head when a nurse asked him if he wanted to look and Cole shut that down with a solid head shake. He didn't really want that image ingrained into his mind and he was pretty happy up near Lili's head helping her.

Lili: God bless Cole for still being a good man even though Lili was snapping at him. She'd obviously apologize afterwards but right now, she hated the fact that he was the reason she was in so much pain. "Don't ask him to look at my vagina!" Lili yelled, glaring at the nurse. "Don't you want more babies out of me? He can't see that!" She was making no sense but the pain was making her a little bit delirious. Cole had seen her in almost every shape or form so she knew she didn't have to worry about ruining the 'magic' for him. They were an old married couple already. "Just a few more pushes, Lili!" She was encouraged and Lili gritted her teeth but pushed as hard as she possibly could. She pushed until she was sobbing and then she heard Ellie make her first noise in the world. A sharp cry. "Oh," Lili cried out. "I wanna see her."

Cole: Cole had the good decency to not laugh at Lili's painful and delirious words even though he was sure later he and his wife would get a little chuckle out of them. Right now, Cole was just being quiet and letting Lili do her thing. Cole teared up as soon as he heard Ellie's first cry and immediately kissed Lili on the forehead "Baby you did it!" He told her tearfully and watched as Ellie was placed on Lili's chest with a towel laid over her.

Lili "I did it," Lili beamed. See? There was the euphoria. This was why women continued to reproduce. Because after everything...she got to look down at her little baby girl with her mouth scrunched up in a scream and count her ten fingers and toes and know /she/ did that. "Oh, she's beautiful," she murmured as she trailed a finger across Ellie's still wet forehead. She knew they needed to clean her but Lili just wanted a few more seconds. "Hi Ellie..."

Cole: "You did! You did so good baby. I'm so proud of you!" Cole told her, leaning down to give her a kiss on the lips. Ellie was still screaming and Cole felt like he was on cloud nine. He knew that you got a flood of oxytocin after an event like this and he could definitely feel it. There was no better feeling than seeing your baby for the first time. They didn't seem to be in too big a rush to take Ellie away and do her initial checks but Cole cut the cord when a pair of scissors was handed to him anyways.

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Lactation kink with lando to help him sleep🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lactation | lando norris

synopsis: in which he gives you some relief

warnings!!: lactation kink, nipple play, titty play, sloppy handjob, grinding

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He couldn't help it.

During your pregnancy, he couldn't help the awe he felt whenever he felt your breasts in his hands, so swollen and full and ready to feed his child.

He found you insanely sexy even before pregnancy, but imagine what he felt once you were swollen with his child, your curves and beauty even more appealing to him than ever before.

He loved you, every little part of your body, but your breasts would always top the game.

You would often complain about them, saying they were always sore, heavy and swollen.

"Lan, my boobs hurt so much. Can you please help me?"

Absolute music to his ears.

Once you gave birth, the phrase gave him even more of a rush. Because of you breastfeeding your little girl, all of your shirt had wet spots where your nipples were, the excess milk always finding its way to your shirt.

Lando went feral every time he noticed.

He didn't know why he found it so hot, or why it stirred such a reaction out of him. Maybe because it reminded him time and time again that you were the mother of his child, that you gave him the best gift he could have ever received.

"You look tired" he stated one night, coming into your bedroom after he'd put the baby to sleep.

You sighed, running your hands down your face and then putting them on your breasts, who were once again swollen and full.

"I always look tired. Besides, the baby didn't eat all that much tonight so I'm swollen again" you grimaced as you pressed onto your left boob, wincing at the pinch of pain you felt.

Seeing you massaging the boobs that he had become so obsessed with got Lando going, once again. He licked his lips, his jeans gradually straining against his crotch as all the blood traveled down to his cock.

"Want me to help you out?" he asked, and you nodded without a second thought.

You didn't think much of it. In fact, you would be lying if you said the sight of Lando massaging and sucking on your boobs didn't make you wet and craving for him. Your hormones were going crazy when you were near him, whenever he would touch you where you needed him the most, but nothing made you as wet as him sucking the milk out of your boobs did.

"Lay back for me" his husky voice said, quickly working to discard every last piece of clothing from his body.

Your breathing quickened as you watched him get naked right in front of you, your hands unconsciously flying to your shirt, taking it off and throwing it somewhere on the floor next to Lando's clothes.

He slowly stalked over to you and laid down next to you on the bed, his fingertips slowly inching upwards across your body to where you needed him the most.

"So beautiful" he whispered once his hand reached the underside of your boob, leaning down and pressing a kiss to it. "And full" another kiss. "And all mine" you gasped when he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple, his other hand gravitating towards your other boob, playing with your other nipple as he started sucking on your left one.

You gasped at the sensation of Lando stimulating your nipples, the pleasure coursing through your veins like adrenaline. Nobody had ever made you feel like Lando has, the reactions he got out of your body and the things he could make you feel sometimes made you think you were living a fairytale.

But in moments like this one, with his tongue running over your nipple and his hand twisting and pinching your other one, milk oozing out of your breasts and into his awaiting mouth, you knew you weren't dreaming or imagining anything.

"Oh God" you moaned out quietly, not wanting to risk waking the baby.

Your moans did nothing but spur Lando on, the driver more determined than ever to please you out of your mind. He sucked harder on your nipple, the milk filling his mouth and making him moan out.

He was incredibly hard in that moment, his cock poking at the side of your thigh. With your eyes still closed, you reached out with your hand and wrapped your arms around his rock hard cock, feeling every vein pulsing with need against your hand.

You slowly started pumping his length, using the oozing precum as lube to lather him up. He started sucking you with more drive while you were jerking him off with a passion.

"Please, baby" Lando whimpered out, unlatching from your left nipple for a second before diving in to your right one, his hips now grinding against your hand.

You moaned out at the intense feeling of Lando sucking on your boobs, squeezing his length while pumping it faster and faster.

"Oh God" Lando moaned out all of a sudden, his grip on your boobs tightening as his hips started grinding faster against your hand before he stilled, ropes of cum painting his stomach and your hand.

You both panted, hearts beating out of your chests. Lando slowly let go of your boobs, pressing a kiss to each of them before he fell back on the bed next to you.

"That was amazing" you breathed out, making Lando nod before getting up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Once you finally caught your breath, you found your discarded shirt on the floor and put it on, getting under the covers and waiting for Lando.

A minute later, he emerged from the bathroom, turned off all the lights and got under the covers with you.

"Thank you" you whispered, cuddling up to his warm body and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Anything for you, mama" he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, settling in bed and closing his eyes.

You both drifted off into a deep slumber, Lando happy and content as your milk kicked in and allowed him to finally get some rest.

Who knew that was all he needed?

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Metal Puma headcanons

(Or; a few years into the future, the Kid Pirates have taken the crown, and Kid managed to get his wife preggo- with side effects. Headcanons for the happy parents and their crotch goblins)

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  More Kid Pirates hcs 1 | 2 | 3 | 4.1 - 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid Pirates OC bios — Light | Blaze | Calista | Kira | Eun | Grunge

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Manda, Jason, Donquixote Telaraña Golondrina — @silvernyxchariot ; Solace — @ramdeviltart

Hcs under the cut for length ✨️

Metal Puma / Pregnancy phase

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Several years have passed. The Kid Pirates have found the One Piece, and one of Eustass' new nicknames became the Pirate King. Instead of settling down, however, they decided to continue their voyage and life as they had done before. They weren't old geezers yet anyway. Causing chaos, death, and destruction still was fun.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid and Light hadn't really talked about children, so they were entirely unprepared. Of course, they knew a thing or two since Jason and Donquixote Telaraña Golondrina (spawns by @silvernyxchariot ) were born. But in the end, they never had thought about having children of their own.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Nonetheless, neither of them really noticed/comprehended anything on their own at first. Light had shrugged off the morning sickness as most likely just having eaten something wrong over a few weeks, and thus not feeling well. When during the second month in a row her period did not come, she got a little suspicious but didn't know what. On days when she really couldn't cook due to physically not feeling well, the vice captain had to jump in whenever he could for the most part.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Only during a check-up after passing out from a malicious mixture of dehydration and fatigue, Solace informed Light that the latter had been pregnant for almost three months already, apparently. It caught her completely off guard since she had thought she just had some normal health problems that would go away just as fast as they had appeared.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  It had taken quite a lot of talking (joined by Killer for the most part) to convince Kid that he and his wife would be having a child and that it wasn't a prank like he thought it was. The crew's captain was completely overwhelmed and angry and didn't know what to do at first. So, he had headed out with the boys for a drink in the evening.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Killer, being his brother's voice of reason, explained some things about the whole thing going on and how he'd get used to it. Of course, it wasn't the best place for a baby to grow up, but the crew was always there for support like it had been in his Manda's as well as Solace's and his own cases.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  It became more obvious that she was a soon-to-be mother over the following weeks and months: mood swings, the baby bump getting clearly noticeable and her increasing complaints about back pain and headaches - and not fitting into majority of her clothes anymore. As for Kid, he let out the overprotective partner act more often, being usually one step behind her or staying right by her side, always keeping an arm around her.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Once the pregnancy itself was finally over and their child born, Solace noticed that Light seemed to still struggle with something. Fortunately, she found out what it was swift enough and could quickly treat their chef's surprisingly lethal case of eclampsia before they'd potentially lost her. The Rose also made her take some of the mandrake medicine she had prepared. They had been near Momoiro Island, the Kamabakka Queendom, lucky enough that Ivankov was not out anywhere else. Solace could get them (Iva) to help with their chef's condition by using their hormones.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  When he eventually was allowed back inside the infirmary, Kid was surprised that their son looked so much like them. Also, he was glad that they didn't have to get Trafalgar as well for help. What he was relieved about as well was that his wifey had survived since he had heard about the complications and now was resting. When the freshly baked father got asked for a name they wanted to give him, he responded with Blaze after a bit of thinking.

Blaze & Calista

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ As he grew older, the boy often would play with Nyx' son, sometimes also getting bullied by his own sister after her birth a few years later.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Having inherited Kid's talent for crafting, he has been watching his father a lot on how to build various things. Thus, already early, he had built his first bomb with which he played, too, much to scare his parents and the rest of the crew.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  By their early adult years, they are as chaotic as their parents; with Calista taking the crown. At some point, they got tired of reading the newspapers about how they're outclassed. Consequently, they are not much in the spotlight other than them being "Kid's and Light's children". Their father is always taking the headliner of the news as "Pirate King", which leads to Blaze and Calista setting sail on their own as the captain (Calista) and first mate (Blaze) of the Burning Pirates. They want to showcase the world how much in power they can truly be without the help of their family and crew. They're out to cause chaos on their own terms and build their own reputation because they were fed up with all the headlines only about the Kid Pirates's old members.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Eventually, Blaze goes on his own murderous path to show the world he should be known alongside his little sister. Their bloody course of actions should be talked about in newspapers individually without the word of "Kid Pirates" behind their names and instead the name of their own crew. Despite that, they still keep in touch with their family (which they see in both their parents and the rest of the crew, viewing Jason as their cousin) but mostly only if there's any special occasion.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Blaze is a little oddball. He's known as "Devil Trigger" due to his fierce and precise gunmanship (thanks to excellent training conducted by Nyx, the Kid Pirates' sniper), and as "Ares" whilst conducting work in the Underworld. He's towering over his own father, standing at 2,13m. He's also the Burning Pirates' first mate and leading pyrotechnician guy with a bounty of 670.000.000 Berry. Is a laid-back sort of "provocation expert" with a mindset of "The weak should die if they can't protect themselves", yet the more patient one of the Eustass siblings without hesitating to join in on various shenanigans (probably also having adapted his mother's gambling habits). He once yelled "fuck off" at the top of his lungs only to pick up the ringing den den mushi two milliseconds later and say "hi mama" in the softest voice.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Meanwhile, Calista is a whole other calibre, rightfully earning the nickname "gremlin". The "Demon Cat" of the Burning Pirates is the feisty captain, user of the Nekomata Devil Fruit, and with 760.000.000 Berry on her head. Whereas Blaze seems to be the more balanced one, taking after both of their parents, she simply amplifies their inherited violence and trigger happiness tenfold, at least. But no matter how violent and cruel she may be, she's got a pretty smart head on her shoulders, too. She's basically Nimona, Jinx, and Bakugou in one person. Chaotic Evil was made for her.

Sketch by me (desperately needs a redraw lmao)

Art by @ramdeviltart

Blaze Picrew made with @Mano_Talk's Picrew

Calista Picrew made with @ｳｼﾁｬﾝ's Picrew

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How to Relieve Pelvic Pain in the Third Trimester, According to a Physical Therapist

During your third trimester, you’re probably experiencing a lot of feelings — from excitement over being so close to the finish line to frustration from the aches and pains that can often come with pregnancy. And while some symptoms are unavoidable (like lightning crotch), others can be treated with small changes. Pelvic pain, for example, is one of those symptoms you can actually address — or at…

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Glad to see a fellow clothing birth enthusiast around here. All of this short stories has been awesome so far.

So here’s my prompt: A laboring woman who is intentionally trying to give birth in public and into her pants.

"Hm? O-oh I'm fine, just a little out of breath."

The man had noticed my steady, panting breaths, and had stopped to ask if I was alright. Seemingly satisfied with my answer, he nodded and walked off, and I watched him go with a sly little grin. My hands ran over my swollen belly, straining against a too-small shirt and sitting heavily on my thighs. "That was a close call, baby," I murmured, shivering as my fingertips brushed over my protruding bellybutton. Being noticed was part of the thrill, of course, but I didn't want my fun to be cut short.

During the last couple months of my pregnancy, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what it would be like to give birth in public, to have a captive audience watching as I gave into my most primal of purposes. As soon as I'd been awoken this morning by my water breaking, I knew that this was my chance. After managing to shimmy into a pair of my pre-maternity jeans and donning an eye-catching crop top, I made my way to a nearby park.

For the next few hours my labor progressed, every new contraction making my heart race with anticipation. My hands subtly gripped the edge of the bench I'd been seated on, my breath trembling with excitement. While I couldn't exactly check my progress, I trusted my body, and with barely restrained glee I realized I could probably start pushing soon. Shifting in my seat, I spread my thighs further apart, exhaling shakily through my nose as I felt another contraction coming on. As soon as it hit I gave a small test push, hardly able to contain a moan as I felt how low my baby really was, it's head pressing insistently against my cervix.

Again, a contraction hit, and again I pushed, with a bit more force this time. I did my best to keep a mostly neutral expression, but couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing scarlet as I felt the lips of my cunt starting to part. "O-ooh...mnhh...ohhh..." I let out quiet moans, partly to combat the pain, but mostly just to vocalize the intense pleasure the situation was bringing me.

By now a couple people had definitely slowed down as they passed me, but no one else had spoken up. The attention only made things even better, and my control started to slip. With the next contraction I gave another push, and my eyes widened as I felt myself beginning to crown in my pants. Soft grunts and pants continued to escape me, and as I continued to bear down I finally let out an audible moan as I came, the crotch of my tight pants darkening as I simultaneously squirted and crowned. Another person stopped to stare, snapping themselves out of the trance after a moment.

"M-miss, are you...did your water just break?" they asked nervously, eyes still roaming my laboring body as I shook my head.

"N-no...I--mnhh!!--th-that was the head...!" I managed to reply, my hands cupping the underside of my tight belly, practically able to feel my baby moving further down as I gave in and pushed again. Several people had stopped to gawk, which only made things better for me. All eyes were on the growing bulge between my legs as I freely panted and moaned and pushed, the pain having long since turned into intense pleasure now that I was living my fantasy.

The pressure suddenly increased even more, and I braced myself against the seat of the bench. "F-fuck, I think this is it...u-uhhnn, I'm g-giving birth...!!" I cried out, gasping and moaning as I felt a hot rush, my baby slipping out into my ruined pants, another gush of fluids following in it's wake.