#pregnancy belly support belt

[qdevices]

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[obscenely-overdue]

That jumpsuit looks so cute on you! We love when normal clothes still fit during a big pregnancy... though you look like you might be hitting the limit on that one.

I love it so much it's so light and flowy! I feel real cute in it. It's a great piece of clothing but I feel like from some angles it really highlights how PREGNANT I look...

It's comfy and it fits and it's great but when the clothes that are supposed to be super loose stop looking loose, you KNOW you've gotten big. Peak summertime pregnancy vibes though.

[snug-fit360]

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.

[tanuki-kimono]

Hello ! I've been really into Gegege no Kitarou recently, and looking at his mom made me wonder : back when kimonos were worn on a daily basis, how did pregnant people style them ? Did they wear other types of clothes that don't compress the stomach as much instead ? If you happen to have any info on this, it would be very cool :)

Hi! It's hard to imagine as many kitsuke pictures now promote perfect tubular silhouettes with not a fold out of place, but in the past kimono were worn far more loosely than they are today!

Kimono was then worn everyday (=no time for perfect polished photoshoot looks ;), many kistuke accessories we now use didn't even exist (=they were not needed!).

During Edo period to late Meiji, feminine silhouettes were far more flowy/willowy than what we have today:

Kimono tended to be longer (hikizuri for ex.) and adjusted far less tighlty on the upper body (=people were working!). Depending on the period obi were narrower, or worn differently (criss crossed for ex.) or laxer than what we do today.

Pregnant women had no trouble adjusting their clothes to their changing bodies :)

The kimono was worn looser and looser as belly and boobs grew. If possible, kimono could have been unstitched and retailored (if fabric allowed it) to the bigger size needed.

Obi and ties were set above (and/or under the belly depending on time), like so:

And pregnancy belts were widely used.

One belt was a type of sarashi (soft cotton roll, which was also used for chest) named hara-obi 腹帯, which provided support:

Another special belt was the Iwata-obi 岩田帯, used during Obi-iwai 帯祝い, a ceremony taking place on the day of the dog during the fifth month of pregnancy. This was meant to ensure safe birth, as dogs were thought to give birth easily - hence why inu hariko are good luck charm for expecting women:

The obiiwai was also a way to announce a pregnancy to the community (as miscarriages, abortions, and infanticides were sadly quite common then).

Iwata obi are still a thing, here are modern ones:

Finally, as a side note, what pregnant women could do if they felt smothered by their kimono? Well, just open the damn thing to wear it much like a robe!

Japan had not the same shaming view of female breasts than the West then. It was quite common to see some working class people in underwear/loosely dressed, or have both sex share spaces in the nude (baths for ex.).

Tbh, unless she was living a sheltered life (no work, servants, etc.), I don't see why a pregnant woman would have bothered with a properly adjusted kimono, when she could have just be much freer and comfortable xD

Hope this helps!

[greatbigbellies]

A totally naked, bare pregnant belly is fantastic and I love looking at one. BUT...

There is so much subtle beauty and eroticism in a pregnant belly that's clothed in specific ways.

A pregnant belly in a top stretched so tight it looks like it'll ride up or even split a seam if you breathed on it too hard, bonus points if this overstretched article is MADE for pregnant bodies...

A pregnant belly that's mostly covered but peeks out the bottom, showing a cheeky sliver of stretchmarked skin under a hem of something meant to cover it completely.

A pregnant belly in something meant to zip or button up but forces the two halves apart, either breaking the zipper, popping the button, or very heavily straining the button but not QUITE popping it.

A pregnant belly in a pregnancy support belt, under a shirt that rides high enough that if the belt wasn't there, a third of it would be hanging out. Belly support belts are super hot, just imagining having a tummy so heavy and DENSE you need extra clothing to walk around with it comfortably, and that very clothing is the only thing stopping your pregnant midriff from being on display.

A pregnant belly covered on the lower half by a high waisted skirt but bare on top. The underbelly and navel are hidden, but that less-strained upper tummy can be seen, almost teasing what the rest of it looks like

Bare tummies are amazing but I do love when they're covered in ways that accentuate their size even further.

[let-me-fill-you]

It is the future. Settling other planets has become possible. You volunteer for an experimental maternity program, to test the effects of low gravity on pregnancies + push the limits of human fertility, in order to get a colony up and running. As a result, you grow quite... large. Well, "large" drastically undersells it. You reach a size that would not be possible on Earth. Your belly enters the room a whole 30 seconds before you do, but you're still able to walk waddle, thanks to the reduced gravity... although still, numerous belts are required to keep your belly from touching the floor. With so many mouths to feed, and such a great weight hanging from your front, you've been outfitted with a hefty backpack, connected to a mask secured around your mouth. Not only is it a counterweight for your massive belly, it's constantly pumping oxygenated air into your nose to improve blood flow + funnels a thick nutrient paste into your mouth. Without these things, and other accommodations, it would be impossible to support a pregnancy of your size... a fact that fills you with no small amount of pride~

[humanpurposes]

I Have Always Been A Storm, Part 3

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Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

In the year 128AC, Floris Baratheon weds Aemond Taragryen, a daughter and a son both driven to duty, now bound to each other when the realm is on the brink of war. Floris is enamoured by the Prince, but love is something she can only hope will bloom once her vows have been said before the eyes of the Seven- AU where Aemond and Floris marry before the Dance of the Dragons.

Warnings: 18+, smut, pregnancy, arranged marriage, canon divergence, angst, possibly quite a lot of angst, hurt/comfort

A/n: I watched episode 2 and went... yeah he needs an emotional support wife <3

I don’t flinch at the sound of steel. I stand steadfast on the outlook over the yard, my hair loose about my shoulders, my gown one of Baratheon black and gold. The clouds over King’s Landing this morning are heavy and ominous. I could almost imagine I am back at Storm’s End, watching the knights spar in the courtyard before the drum tower.

Aemond is a graceful fighter, but brutal and precise. He has no taste for tourneys, he does not fight for performance. He parries and deflects the blows from Ser Arryk’s sword with ease, then once he finds an opening he makes short work of disarming his opponent, forcing him to his knees and placing the blade against his throat. 

The closeness between Aemond and I ebbs and flows. As of late we are making good progress; I’ve been watching his morning sparring sessions for the last few weeks. Afterwards we’ll retire to his chambers and take luncheon together before we part ways until the evening. Last night we dined with the Queen, and having returned me to my chambers, he kissed me. 

He does not smile when he looks up at me from the yard. His expression is gentle and not quite passive. He says I am a good wife. He says he is content to have me by his side, and yet he leaves me to an empty bed each night. I keep waiting for the moment he’ll decide we are ready to fulfil our vows. In the meantime I despair that I am no different from any girl at the Red Keep who dreams of a handsome husband and a perfect marriage which is not yet in reach. At least Helaena has her children to keep her occupied; I might as well be unmarried. 

Aemond and Ser Arryk take their positions again.

Aemond lurches forward to strike first. His opponent meets him with swift, succinct blocks, but Aemond is eager to match him in speed. There’s a stiffness in his shoulders as he moves, but he must keep his head in the right position, he must not let his blindspot leave him vulnerable to an attack.

I catch glimpses of his face as he moves, his lips pressed together, his single eye dark and determined.

A nervous feeling flutters in my belly.

A small crowd has gathered to watch them, nobles, other knights, servants, looking upon my husband with both admiration and fear– I feel a sense of pride in the awe Aemond inspires. 

Suddenly he falters.

Ser Arryk takes the opportunity to disarm him, but Aemond is not one to concede easily. He draws the knife on his belt, ducking to avoid Ser Arryk’s blows, until he’s close enough to aim the knife at the knight’s throat. 

Ser Arryk anticipates this and drops his sword, fighting with his hands to keep some distance between Aemond’s knife and his skin. The crowd is anxious now. The slashes of Aemond’s knife are too close. I dig my nails into my palms to stop myself from reacting too obviously.

Ser Arryk grabs Aemond’s right wrist with his left hand, and throws a fist towards the left side of his face– his blind side. 

I feel the impact as if I’ve been struck in the stomach.

Aemond freezes, dropping his knife. He covers his face with his hands. There is no blood that I can see but my heart races. 

I’m halfway down the steps before I realise what I’m doing. 

Ser Arryk is horrified with himself, trying to offer some help to the Prince, only for Aemond to push him away. Servants gather, unsure of what to do, hovering around him like he is a wounded beast. 

I push people out of my way so I can reach him. I place a hand over his, where he cradles his eyepatch. His breathing is quick and heavy, his hand is shaking under my palm.

I whisper, “I’m here.”

He tugs at my sleeve, a bruising grip sinking through the fabric and into my skin, around my very bones. He leans into me, his forehead pressing against the top of my head. “I’m fine,” he grits through his teeth.

“My Lady,” Ser Arryk begins, “I’m sorry– I must have acted out of impulse– I–”

“Fetch a maester,” I order.

“Not necessary,” Aemond says.

Ser Arryk hesitates.

“Fetch a maester!”

“No!” Aemond says, suddenly straightening his back and releasing me from his hold. My heart sinks at the sight of his scar, flared, red, angry. He keeps his fists clenched by his sides, denying himself the pain. “That will be all, Ser Arryk, I shall retire to my chambers.”

He marches off and I trail helplessly behind.

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[notjustjavierpena]

OMG!! i need more husband! javi in my life😭 the contrast from him in the show to what couldve been just makes me feel so warm.

i can just imagine how sweet he is to his little family with lucas and ines being so young, he definitely anticipates coming home to them every day with them spilling the stories from their little lives. he loves that when he wakes up early to shower for work, he also gets some time alone with the kids, and get them ready for the day and i feel like he’s just such an engaged father and genuinely care about what their lil minds are thinking.

not only is he a great dad but he’s a MARVELOUS husband… he loves looking after his family but at the end of every night, you know damn well he’s counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds to put the kids down and hold on you. especially now that your pregnant, he loves talking about baby names and things he wants to do differently and try and he wants to be as involved as possible whenever he can.

javi is a family man, what can i say 🤷‍♀️

Baby Names (Drabble)

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A/N: Please, anon. Whoever you are. Please message me, so I can ramble about Husband!Javi to you because this love that you’re displaying fills me with endless joy and inspiration to write more. I’m currently working on two extra pieces for him, and now I cannot wait to show you when I know you are out there reading! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Word count: 300

Tags: Absolute domestic bliss, soft soft soft, pregnancy

Baby Names

Javier’s favorite past time these days is holding you close in the kitchen when you’ve team worked together on putting the kids to bed. You always handle Lucas so gently, and your husband gets to be in charge of getting Inés Peña, the menace, to brush her teeth. It’s sometimes a struggle to get the toothbrush into her reluctant mouth, but you always say that he handles it beautifully, because they look so alike; she always sports his own attitude to things that she doesn’t want to do. You also think that Javier is the best girl dad you’ve ever seen. It’s very sexy.

And then it’s quiet in the little home you’ve created, and Javier comes up behind you as you are wiping down the kitchen counter after doing the dishes. He snakes his arms around your waist, slots his fingers together, places them under your pregnant belly then lifts.

It rids you of the weight of his baby for just a moment. You sigh contentedly, lets relief wash over you, let out a mhmm.

“I checked, and they’re both asleep soundly,” he notes, still holding your belly up, “Lucas snores a little, you know.”

“Inés told me that she want her baby brother to be called Bandito,” you lean back into his broad, warm chest. It rumbles as he laughs.

“Ay,” he inhales as he rests his nose in your hair, “And here I was going to suggest Mateo or Sebastian, but I think we have a winner.”

“Sebastian? That’s new.”

“¿Te gusta?”

You hum to say yes, then, reluctantly, turn around in his arms so that he has to let go of your belly. You kiss him, softly in the beginning, but pregnancy hormones quickly turn it into something more.

“Asleep you said?” You reach for his belt.

“Won’t hear a thing.”

.

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[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 4)

Part 3, Chapter 3 Part 3, Chapter 5 The Whole Story

That evening:

Sarah is glad to have the "medical chastity belt", even if it does draw some odd looks from any nurses that stop in. True to her word, Kellner comes by regularly to help her take "breaks" and otherwise torment her (not that she doesn't eagerly anticipate it, of course). Sarah can tell she's making progress, can feel her aching, sore lips stretching just a little farther each time when Kellner adjusts the belt, giving her baby just a little more room to come down, letting her feel the burn and stretch as the head forces her open even farther.

"Oh god- Ohhhhhh god- HNNNNNN-" Sarah squats low on the floor, pushing hard as she probes between her legs with one hand. She's sweating and tired after a long day's effort, quietly amazed at just how far she's managed to open up for her baby. "Fuckkkkkk- It burns-" Kelly should be back soon, ready to help put an end to her labor for today. She bears down again, pressing the wide expanse of head against the tight cloth between her legs. It hurts, God it hurts, but she can feel how her clit, stiff and eager, rubs against the fabric whenever she bears down especially hard. "GAAAAAH- Haaaaa- hhhh-" She feels her contraction end as she holds on to her husband's arms, leaning against his body as he helps hold her upright.

Sarah hears the door swing open as she catches her breath. "Hi, Kelly," is all the response she can muster.

"Hi. You okay?" Kellner kneels down next to her.

"Mm-hm." Sarah feels between her legs again. "Fuck, this head is big."

"Ha. You don't say." She takes a moment to slip her gloves on.

"She's been pushing pretty hard." Dave tries to help Sarah to her feet, but she stumbles as she gets halfway there. "Here-," He helps hold her up under one arm, and Kellner takes the other. "I've got you."

"Nnnnn- Fuck- It's too full-" For all her effort, Sarah can't bring herself to bring her thighs anywhere near each other as she feels the head sitting between her legs.

"Yeah, you get like that when the head's really low." Kellner helps support Sarah from the other side while they maneuver her towards the bed. "Can you hop up here for me?"

Sarah does her best to climb on to the bed, struggling every step of the way with her body's urge to fling her thighs apart. "Ohhhhhh, God, that's so big." She settles back onto the bed, pulling her legs as wide as she can get them.

"Mm-hm. Looks like you're stretching really good, though." Kellner is transfixed at the view in front of her, at the sight of Sarah's lower lips, bulging wide and stretched so far around the dark mass of the head. "You've made a lot of progress today. You're doing really, really well with this baby." Kellner can't help but slip a finger alongside the head to 'check her elasticity'. "Here, we can push the head back in now to help with that pressure while we pause your contractions for the night."

"Nnnn- Hang on-" Sarah's belly starts to harden once again, pushing the head just slightly forward against the belt holding it in place. Her eyes flick downwards as a look of discomfort spreads across her face. "Should I-" Sarah shifts uncomfortably, unable to get her hips far enough apart to satisfy her body's urge as the contraction builds.

Kellner is already one step ahead of her, pulling out the stirrups from beneath the foot of the bed. "At this point, you'll really want these if you're in bed."

Sarah is eager to lift her legs into position, to do anything to help with this pressure.

"It's better if you're spread really wide for this, okay?"

Sarah groans in relief as she feels her legs start to spread apart, relieving some of the terrible fullness in her hips. Even when she starts to wince she voices no complaint, desperate for as much room as she can get. She starts to pant as her stomach starts to clamp down in earnest, glad for every bit of distance between her thighs.

"Shhhhh, you're okay." A finger lightly grazes her clit through the stretchy fabric. "Push just like this for me."

It's an awkward, uncomfortable position, but at this point it's far too much for Sarah to even consider holding back. Her body needs this baby out and she does her best to make it happen, pushing with everything she has to make the huge dome of the head bulge even more between her legs. Kellner stares at the beautiful sight in front of her, as the belt lets the head just barely inch forwards as Sarah bears down with all her might.

"Ohhhh, I bet it hurts, doesn't it?"

She manages to nod while she keeps up the effort.

"I'll bet it burns so, so bad."

Sarah nods again while she struggles to force the head down.

"Mmmm, but you like it though, don't you? Being stretched this much? I can feel how eager you are here…" Kellner presses her thumb against Sarah's clit, grinding it against the thinned fabric even more and dragging out a groan as Sarah gives another huge, furious push. "I can tell how hard it's making you work."

Sarah is in no place to deny it, the way her legs shake with effort as she grips the sides of the bed.

"I know you love it." More pressure on her clit, more shaking as she grits her teeth. "Feeling yourself stretch so wide. Feeling your baby held in place while you push and push and push."

Sarah gives one final grunt of effort before she feels her contraction ebb, leaning back against her husband to recover.

"I do have some good news." Some gentle pressure on the head, helping ease it back inside. "I have some more free time now, my shift just ended." Sarah feels the burning in her lips replaced with a dull, throbbing soreness as her baby retreats. "So I can stick around a little longer than usual." Kellner presses the head back until Sarah's lips close over it again. She unfastens the belt and it peels away from Sarah's crotch, leaving strings of sticky wetness behind. "Oh, and-" Kellner starts to adjust the stirrups. "I can take the edge off of these too for now."

"Ohhhhhh, that's better." Sarah visibly relaxes as her legs move into a more comfortable position. "Pretty sore, though."

"Do you want to push with these next couple? Or-"

"Mm-hm. I'll try and be gentle."

"Just let me know when you're ready." Kellner presses a hand between her legs, and Sarah is grateful for the soothing warmth where she's sore.

Sarah closes her eyes and sinks back, feeling Dave's support from behind, their breaths coming in sync as she presses against his chest. Her hand finds his as she waits, letting the tension slowly drain out of her. "Here-" She feels her belly start to harden once again, grunting her way through the pressure as she slowly lets herself give in.

"There you go, that's it." Kellner keeps her hand in place, stopping the head as it tries to gently press it's way outwards. "Nice and relaxed for me." Sarah does her best to give short, soft pushes, each one pressing her baby against the hand between her legs. "There you go. Let that head stay right where it is." She's grateful for the warm pressure on her lips as she breathes her way through one contraction and into the next, keeping her grounded enough to keep her baby from trying to come too hard or too fast. "That's good, that's good. You're doing so good." She feels herself slip for a moment, losing control for just a brief second, pushing hard against Kellner's steady hand. "I've got you. You're okay." She does her best to steady her breaths, to let her child stay inside her for just a little longer, hearing the confident, reassuring voice between her legs encouraging her to just lay back and let the pressure come.

Sarah finally opens her eyes at the end of a third contraction. "Are we done, then?"

"Not if you don't want it to be. You did really good there." Kellner probes at Sarah's lips, stretching with her fingers to see just how much room she has. "Hard pushes with these next ones, okay? I want to see this head come down."

Sarah nods. She can feel her heartbeat getting faster, feel wetness gathering between her legs. "Let's do it."

"Perrrrfect-" Kellner can feel Sarah's clit, ready and eager for the head to stretch her wide. She moans softly as Kellner starts to touch her in earnest. "I'll help you finish here when you're stretched as far as you can, okay? Not until then."

"Mm-hm." Sarah looks almost wide-eyed with anticipation. "Make me stretch, Kelly."

"You'll have to do that yourself. We're just the cheerleaders here. Whenever you're ready-"

"Okay- Okay- Oh, fuck-" Sarah feels her body take over as she curls forward around her belly, groaning with the effort as she feels the head coming forward, spreading her lips apart once again. There's no question of holding back as the dark patch spreads wider and wider between her legs, feeling a burn start to grow as her baby opens her up more and more.

"Come on, Sarah, give me that head."

She bears down again, feeling Kellner's hands pressing gently around her opening as she feels herself stretching even more. She feels her touch, soft and insistent on her clit, urging her to bear down hard as fingers trace along her spreading lips. The more the head comes, the more pressure she feels, the more she can't help but bear down with everything she has into the burning, stretching pain between her legs. By the time Sarah lets go of her push, she's crying out with the effort, giving everything she has to the struggle to force her baby out right now.

"Whoa- Hold on a little-" Kellner presses back on the head as she watches Sarah's lips stretch wider and wider. "This head's coming real fast."

"Nnnn- Haaaaa- God, its so low-" Sarah shifts her hips as she struggles with the pressure, feeling every bit of her baby's enormous size. "Kelly, please-"

"Yeah, here, I've got you." Kellner moves to adjust the stirrups wider before she stops herself. "Hang on-" She looks down between Sarah's legs. "Actually- Trust me on this, please?" Kellner reaches beneath the table, for a set of straps to attach her legs to the stirrups.

Sarah shrugs cautiously as Kellner starts to fix her legs in place with a slightly worrying level of skill. "Okay, I guess. Kelly, what're you- Nnnnnnnh- doing?" Sarah starts to struggle as she feels her legs being pulled, not farther apart, but closer together. "Kelly- Too close! AAAAH-"

"It makes that pressure so much worse, doesn't it?" Kellner luxuriates in the sight of Sarah struggling while she's strapped in tight. "Makes you want to push so much more, right?" Sarah breathes deep to try to work through the overwhelming fullness. "Well, go right ahead with this next one."

Sarah lets out a groan as her thighs move just a little closer together.

"Don't worry, you still have plenty of room." More panting, struggling just a little against the restraints. "You said you wanted to stretch, didn't you? To push as hard as you can? Well, here's your chance." Even now, the pressure on her clit makes Sarah's breath hitch. "I want to see just how hard you can push, just how far you can stretch for this head."

"NNNNN- It's- Coming-"

"Alright. Don't hold back. I've got the head down here, just do what your body needs you to do."

"GAAAAAAA- FUUUUU-" Sarah gives in to the unbearable pressure, feels herself start to shake with the effort as she forces her baby farther and farther downward, feeling the burn get worse and worse as the head pushes into Kellner's cupped hands. She pushes right into the pain, right into where it hurts the worst, stretching wide just like every fantasy she's had for the last few months.

"Perrrrrfect, that's perfect, Sarah." Kellner stares, mouth watering a little, as Sarah's lips spread open wider and wider. "Giving you just a little counterpressure now, you're doing so, so good."

It never seems to end as Sarah feels herself pried open even farther, as that hard, impossible mass that she's spent the last three months holding inside her is coming out, stretching her beyond anything she could have imagined, as she gives in totally to the pressure between her hips. She lets out a moan as she feels fingers on her clit, stiff and ready, and the burning between her legs starts to take on a new dimension. It still hurts, of course, it hurts like hell, but Kellner's fingers rub her exactly where and how she needs it, giving her all the more motivation to shove down even harder on the huge mass in her pelvis, to want to feel the head come even more, to make her burn even more.

"Beautiful, you're stretching so beautifully for me." Kellner keeps a hand cupped over the head while putting friction on Sarah's clit with the other, drawing out groans and whines as Sarah takes a breath. "One more, give me one more, okay?"

Sarah tucks in her chin and bears down again, gripping her husband's hand as tight as she can as she struggles not to scream, to put every bit of that energy into Kellner's waiting palm. She can't stop now - it's almost electric, pain and pressure and need as she forces herself wider and wider against the guiding hand slowing her down, stuck struggling to force the head against the burning ring between her legs. Her belly starts to release, and the pressure abates just a little. Sarah falls back onto the bed, panting for air as she stares upwards, her unfocused eyes pointed at the ceiling.

"There you go…" Her husband's hand cups the side of her face and his voice floats from above. "You're doing good. I'm-"

"Sarah-" Kellner cuts in from the end of the bed. "I know you're tired, but, can you push again for me? Just a soft one to keep the head where it is."

"Mmmm- 'Kay-" Sarah's lips had just started to close over the head, but she holds it in place. "Nnnnh- Hnnnn-" She does her best to keep up her breathing while she gives light, grunting pushes- she'll need every bit of that breath for the next contraction.

"That's good, that's a good girl." Kellner watches her twitch just a little as she rubs her fingers along her clit. "I love seeing you enjoy this."

"Haaaa- You won't-" She gasps for a breath- "Let me cum yet?"

"No, not yet. Next one should be soon though, right?"

"Mm-hm. It's-" Sarah grits her teeth and starts to bear down again, feeling the head start to move forward as the burning between her legs flares up even more, making her let out a groan as she struggles with the sheer size of the child she's trying to stretch herself open for. She tries to focus on Kellner's fingers rubbing her clit and tracing gently along her lips, on how she wants to feel that touch even more, how she wants to stretch open even wider for her.

"I've got you. Just push, I've got you."

There's nothing she can do but push, to bear down with everything she has, to let herself scream as her baby opens her up more and more. She feels hands guiding the head out of her with agonizing slowness, putting pressure back on the head as she pries herself open, as the friction on her clit makes her want it to burn more even as it already burns worse than she could ever imagine. She feels reassuring solidness behind her and gentle care in front of her as she struggles desperately to have her baby, as she gives everything she has to try to give birth in that very moment. Firm counterpressure lets the head just barely inch forward, and the friction on her clit lets her just about hold it together as the stretching between her legs ratchets up again and again and again.

"I know, I know. Slow, let it come slow, okay?"

Sarah lets go for just a moment before she lets herself give in to the overwhelming pressure once again, pushing with all her might, fighting against the hand pressed over the head, but she feels herself open up with the same awful, grinding slowness as before. A part of her wants to just get this over with, to force her lips apart all at once and get her baby out with a single, brilliant flash of pain, but she knows her Kelly won't let her hurt herself like that. Instead, all she can do is bear down as long and hard as she can, feel herself stretch more and more around every bit of the head she's spent the last year creating. She can hear herself scream as she clutches at her husband for support, moaning inwardly as the grinding pressure on her clit helps turn the terrible burning pain into something she can almost handle, as she feels pleasure start to build even while she cries out again and again.

"Ohhhhh, Sarah, the head is so far right now. You're stretching so much, it's incredible. Just incredible…" Kellner watches her belly soften as she whispers soothing words. "Okay, give me soft pushes now, just like before."

Sarah nods, and Kellner can watch her belly tighten a little again even as she tries to breathe deep.

"There you go, there you go." Kellner looks down between her legs, at the huge, dark mass bulging out of her, considers for a moment, and makes her decision. "Okay, Sarah, the head is really far down right now. You're doing just incredible. You could-" She pauses for a moment. "If you worked really hard, and we took this slow, you could crown with the next contraction."

Sarah's eyes bulge outward, incredulous and more than a little nervous.

"I know, it's- You could do it. I know you could. You could stretch that far."

"I- Hhhh- If- NNNnnnh- But- HAAAAAA-" Kellner works her thumb on Sarah's clit each time she tries to raise an objection. Finally, she gives in and agrees as she feels pressure start to build again.

"You've got her?"

Dave nods as he takes hold of both of Sarah's hands, gripping her tightly as he holds her up from behind.

"Okay, Sarah-" The two lock eyes for a moment. "Push for me."

Sarah holds her gaze for a moment longer before she curls her head forward and bears down, crying out as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, feeling her baby force her open inch by inch against the steady, insistent pressure of Kellner's palm. She struggles to get the head to move, screaming her way through one endless, desperate push. She can feel the overwhelming urge, the awful fullness in her hips begging her to get her baby out, to force the head down with everything she has, through the terrible, burning ring between her legs, to bear down and make that pain worse and worse and worse, whatever it takes to get this head out of her. She can feel counterpressure slowing her to a crawl, holding her baby inside despite every bit of her desperate, frantic effort. Even so, all she can do is push, all she can do is clench her teeth and grip the bed and give everything she has to bearing down, all she can do is gasp and pant and twitch at the friction on her clit, at the pressure right where she's most sensitive, dragging her closer and closer to the edge together with the blazing, endless stretching in her lower lips, with the feeling of her baby almost totally stuck.

"Good girl, good girl-" Kellner drags another moan out of Sarah, running her fingers across her clit to help her through the pain. "Open you up niiiice and slow, that's the way."

This is what she's dreamed of for the last few months, feverish and anxious as she ground her hand on her clit: to be pried open all the way and held there, bearing down fruitlessly with everything she has, again and again and again. It's so close, her fantasy and her nightmare. All she has to do is just keep pushing. She cries out again. Her face turns red. She clutches at Dave's hand, crying out, desperate for support as she struggles to move the head forward. She feels gentle, steady hands pressing back against her efforts, tracing along her burning lips. She feels the huge mass of the head forcing her open, stretching her more than she could have possibly imagined, making her moan and wince with pain even as the burning fuels a fire inside her, fuels a voice in her head that wants her to feel that burn even more, wants her to stretch wider and wider to her limit and beyond. Fingers grind hard against her clit, making that voice louder and louder, bringing her closer, closer to the edge until all she can think about is pushing, all she can think about is stretching, all she can think about is making that head open her up, as wide as she can go, about are hands holding her there, keeping her from giving birth just to make that stretch last forever.

"Scream it! Scream that baby out!"

She needs it, needs it more than anything as she forces her baby downwards. She screams again and again, curled forwards and desperate, shaking with the inhuman effort. Her lips part even more, hands pull back just slightly, and she's stretching- stretching more and more as she lets out a primal roar, as she bears down with strength she didn't know she had, as-

"You're crowning! Oh my God, Sarah, you're crowning!"

She doesn't stop. She can't stop. She bears down with all her might and feels the head stop in its tracks, feels the ring of fire, the inferno between her legs that she's longed for and dreaded. Fingers drag on her clit, pressing hard, forcing her towards pleasure more and more while she screams again, forcing her to, then past, then far, far off the edge. She screams again as she cums, crowning hard and bearing down beyond all reason, stretched open around the full width of her baby's long-overdue head as she struggles and gasps and forces the head against firm, unyielding hands. She pushes with huge, shaking force against the barrier, trapped there in agony and rapture as her baby stays lodged halfway out of her, stuck right on the cusp of being born, keeping her unbearably stretched, burning, held open so unbelievably wide. It feels endless, cumming around her baby's crowning head, pushing like mad and screaming her pain and ecstacy for the world to hear.

"Oh, Fuck-" Kellner can't take her eyes off the immense dome of the head wedged between Sarah's lips. "Oh my God- I can't believe I get to do this."

Sarah is on fire. Not just between her legs; her whole body is flushed with exertion and arousal as she shudders and gasps her way through the last of the contraction. Kellner's fingers brush on her clit, helping her work through the aftershocks and ease into the terrible burning in her lips. "Nnnnnnh-" All Sarah can do is take huge, heaving breaths as she fixes her stare at Kellner. "Is it-"

"Yesssss, that's a crown, Sarah." Kellner is visibly flushed at the sight. "All that head you've been feeling, that's sitting between your legs right now."

"Ohhhhhhh God-" Sarah snakes a tentative hand down between her legs. "Oh my God, that's- That's too big-" Sarah has to fight for control, feeling herself stretched open farther than she's ever imagined.

"It's so big. You did so good with this one, Sarah." Kellner rubs her thighs together for a moment. "Next one should be soon. Do you want me to-"

"Hold it. Please." Sarah starts to sit herself up again as she feels pressure building. "I need to feel it stuck-" A shiver runs through her spine as she feels Kellner get her hands back in position. "I need to feel you hold my baby inside-"

"'Course. Whenever you're ready."

Sarah gives in, tentatively at first, then more and more fully as she can tell the head won't go anywhere. The terrible pressure in her hips drives her to bear down hard and she holds nothing back, letting out a moan as she feels the head stay stuck in place, feels it held there, holding her so wide open, stretching her so unbearably, deliciously wide despite all her effort, all her struggle. She feels Kellner rubbing on her clit, giving quick, intense friction, and she feels her pleasure building rapidly. "Hold- Hold it! GAAAAAAH-" She curls forward and bears down with everything she has, crying out again as the fingers between her legs drag her to a shaking, white-knuckled climax, struggling so hard to force her baby out and feeling it held firmly in place, unmoving despite everything she can give.

Sarah only has time for a couple of quick, gasping breaths before she's bearing down again, crying out with effort as she pushes the head against cupped, waiting hands. Every bit of her screams to bear down, to give it her all, to force out that thing prying her open so incredibly far. She does, she gives in completely, and almost cums again just from feeling the head stay right where it is, feeling it force her to stay burning and stretched so, so wide. Skilled fingers drag another whining, shuddering climax out of her while she gives a huge, futile push, then another almost immediately afterwards. She's completely at the mercy of her body, bearing down with all her might, as hard as she can for as long as she can. There's nothing she can do but cry out again and again at the pain and the pleasure and overstimulation, at the sheer perverted joy at holding her baby inside so she can cum more.

She throws her head back as the contraction ends, fighting her way through all the overwhelming sensations as her body calms down, clutched tightly to her husband's arm as she tries to finally take a rest.

"Mmmmh, there you go…" A wicked smile spreads across Kellner's face as she stares down rapturously between Sarah's legs, at the massive head her body has somehow managed to accommodate. She rubs her thumb against Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan and a whimper from across the bed.

"Nnnn- Kelly- That's-"

"Too much?" Kellner repeats the movement, to the same result. "Hmmmm, I'm not so sure." Again. Another yelp.

"Kelly-"

"I can feel your clit here, and I don't think it is." Kellner brings her face in closer. "Even while you're stretched this far, because you're stretched this far, I can tell you're more turned on than ever. And when you push, it gets even worse. I think you can give me a little more, Sarah."

Feeling the pressure starting to build, Sarah turns in desperation to her husband, looking up at him with questioning, needy eyes.

"You'll be okay, don't worry." He takes hold of her arms with his own. "I've got you. Just push when you need to."

She can feel her belly hardening, feel the urge to bear down growing more and more. She's spread open, stretched out, completely vulnerable. She feels a hand pressed firmly against the head, another already starting to work on her clit. She feels her husband's arms, helping hold her in place, and a growing need to do something about the pressure deep in her hips. She knows she has no choice.

"That's it, Sarah. Right against here."

She cries out with the effort as she bears down, and cries out again as she feels intense friction grinding on her most sensitive place. Sarah gives her all to her push and Kellner's touch follows suit, dragging her to orgasm as she struggles to force her baby out. She couldn't let up her effort if she wanted to, and it's not long before she feels fingers pressing on her clit once again, dragging her inexorably closer to the edge. She grits her teeth as she cums once more, her spasming muscles trying and failing to clamp down on the head stuck forcing her lips so wide open.

"Good girl, good girl, now we're getting somewhere." Kellner doesn't let up the pressure as Sarah starts to bear down again. "Let that pretty clit cum again for me, okay?"

Sarah doesn't respond. She can't. She's too busy pushing- hard- as though her life depends on it. She cries out as she feels Kellner pressing against her and rubbing into her in just the wrong way, as she feels herself spasm even more, painfully trying to clench around something far, far too big. Kellner hardly gives her a break before starting again, making Sarah try to squirm away from the overstimulation as she bears down with all her might. She's stretched unbearably wide, burning and screaming with effort, with pain, with way too much pleasure as she cums again, struggling to force the head out of her even as she grimaces at the feeling of her body trying to tighten around it.

"There you go, that's so good. You can give me one more, Sarah, I know you can. One more time, push hard for me."

Sarah takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She takes another and holds it as she tucks in her chin and pushes her baby down as hard as she can against the hand between her legs. She can feel fingers rubbing, grinding, pressing against her exposed, oversensitive clit, bringing her closer and closer to yet another climax. She knows it'll hurt when she cums, as her muscles try to contract even more while they're forced open so wide, as harsh friction grinds against her just when she gets the most sensitive. It'll hurt a lot, but she tries not to fight it. Kelly wants her to cum, after all, wants to make her wince and shudder and cry out, wants to torture her where she's sensitive the most. So, she does her best to make it happen. To focus on the good parts of the burning ring of agony between her legs, on how she can't get enough of being stretched so far. To focus on pushing and pushing, as hard as she can, right into the place where it hurts the most. To focus on how the head just won't move, no matter how much she struggles to force it out of her. She feels her clit, stiff and eager even as determined, ruthless fingers drag unwilling pleasure out of her, feels it coming closer and closer as she bears down with everything she has. "KELLY- AAAAAAH-" She feels herself shake, feels strong arms pin her to the bed, feels herself forced across the edge, cries out again as she clamps down hard on her baby's crown. And the fingers don't stop. They don't stop- They DON'T-

"Push! Push, Sarah! Push for me!"

Sarah screams, bearing down with force she didn't even know she had as Kellner attacks her mercilessly, as she keeps up that grinding, exacting pressure on her clit even as Sarah feels herself clenching harder than ever, as the head holds her lips burning and stretched to her limit, as she pushes with everything she has into Kellner's waiting palm, as she screams and screams and cums around her baby. Kellner keeps up the attack for a few endless moments, dragging her climax out for what seems like an eternity before the contraction finally starts to ebb and Kellner finally gives her a break.

Sarah slumps back in bed, still shivering a little bit as she comes back to reality. Dave holds her close from behind, whispering into her ear as she presses her head to his chest. Their moment of peace doesn't last long, though, before Sarah winces once again.

"Owwwww-" She reaches a hand between her legs. "That still burns really bad. Can you-"

"Yeah, that's something we need to decide on." Kellner adjusts the stirrups to a more comfortable position. "You could have this baby right now, you're more than ready. But-"

She shakes her head. "Not- Not yet. Can we just…"

"Pick this up tomorrow? Yes, we can. All I have to do is fudge a little bit of paperwork to say you didn't quite get there today." Kellner presses gently back against the head and Sarah moans in relief, totally unbothered by the mild discomfort of the head sliding back in as the burning between her legs start to fade. "Same medication as last night, then you can get some sleep. How does that sound?"

Sarah nods as Kellner releases her legs from the stirrups, sitting up as she massages her stiff muscles.

"And-" Kellner hands her the appropriate medication and a cup of water. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I know you're sticking your neck out for me-" She takes a moment to swallow the pills. "So, thank you. For that, and for being here. No one said this was going to be easy, but you make it easier." The words she just said now run through her brain. "No, scratch that. You make this a lot harder, actually." All three of them crack up at that. "But it is better this way, not just a terrifying medical procedure."

Kellner stays just a little longer, making sure Sarah really is okay after all that, before she decides to finally let the her get some sleep.

[fattyfreya]

Stuffed and Pumped in my Pregnancy Belt / Lact ation Update / NUDE

I've been on my lac tation journey for just under two months now, and it's been an exciting, unexpected, and deeply sensual experience. My body has been changing in ways I expected—like my breasts feeling heavier, rounder, and fuller—but there have also been a few surprises along the way. My nipples are definitely getting the workout of a lifetime, constantly stimulated from all the pumping and suction, and my skin has become more sensitive, sometimes even sore. I’ll need to do some new bra shopping soon to keep up with my growing chest!

Despite the discomforts here and there, I’ve found the entire process to be incredibly erotic. The sensations, the anticipation of what’s to come, and even the act of nursing itself have brought on a thrill. I haven’t produced any milk yet, but I can feel my body preparing itself, slowly responding to the care and attention I’ve been giving it.

If you're curious, check in with me to learn about my daily nursing routine—it's become such a ritual at this point. I pump regularly, each session filled with a mix of patience and pleasure, all while suffing myself with glazed donuts (because why not treat myself a little while I wait?). It’s all part of the experience as I continue this journey of transformation, embracing every new sensation along the way. Oh....and did I meantion I'm wearing my pregnacy belt for belly support during all of this?

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[madameaug]

Turkey Turkey Day

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Context: New parents Jungkook and Jennette getting food prepared with their little Peanut. Peanut is 3 months <3

Jennette listened attentively to the baby monitor to watch out for when Peanut woke up. Peanut was sleeping on her back with her hands resting above her temple. Her feet occasionally rubbed against each other, so she would be waking up soon. Jennette would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night just to watch Peanut breathe. It didn't matter if she was exhausted or just put the toddler down from feeding. She would get up again and make sure she was okay.

Lucky for the new parents, they just had to host Thanksgiving. Their parents were bringing all of the dishes that they would be eating. They weren't heartless. No way could three months postpartum could Jennete prepare a proper Thanksgiving dinner.

"Jungkook, do you wanna go wake up Peanut. It's getting close to her feeding time." Jungkook in the middle of brushing his teeth nodded. He rolled his neck to the side. He was dressed up semi-formally. A brown collared shirt, with khaki pants. A gold watch on his wrist and he was rocking his shorter hairdo. Jungkook cleaned up nicely.

"You look beautiful Jeanie."

Jennette was putting on more than a graphic t-shirt and maternity pants for the first time since Peanut was born. She still had a bump but was slowly returning to her pre-pregnancy weight. She wasn't too worried about losing the baby weight. It made her nostalgic. She grew a tiny human in this deflating belly. The same tiny human that had captured her heart since she came into the world a few months ago.

Nevertheless, soaking in the tub and getting gussied up still felt good. Going along with the brown theme, Jennette was in a puffy-sleeved maxi dress. Around her hips was a gold belt, that gave her that hourglass shape. The baby weight that she had was distributing itself nicely. Her breast went up a cup size, and she butt was more pronounced. She was a walking definition of a milf. An inside joke with Nala.

"Damn I look good."

Jennette shamelessly took pictures of herself. Her face card was valid with matte look. Her Coi Leray braids were freshly done two nights ago and her confidence was high. Now it was time to go see her baby.

She didn't expect to see her three-month-old newborn in a miniature. turkey outfit. Peanut was awake, bubbles coming out of her mouth. Jungkook was playing with her feet. Giving them rapid kisses.

"Why is my baby a turkey?"

"I saw it on Amazon and thought it was too cute not to buy." Jungkook gently lifted Peanut out of her crib. He supported her head as she laid her cheek on his shoulder. Peanut’s fat feet were sticking out of the turkey onesie. The hood was decorated to look like feathers, with a small peak on the top. Jennette wanted to coo, seeing how small Peanut looked compared to her father. She was a little bit bigger than his pecs.

"She does look adorable." Jennette snapped another picture. She would definitely send this picture to her family group chat.

"Come on let's feed her, before she everyone shows up.”

<3. <3. <3.

Peanut in all her turkey glory was the center of attention at the dinner table. Her travel crib was pulled up beside Jennette and Jungkook. This was the first time that the grandparents could touch their grand baby.

Jungkook and Jennette wanted a couple of weeks to themselves with Peanut. They didn’t want to be suffocate under the new baby attention. And now that Peanut had a couple of vaccines in her system, they were slowly introducing her to other adults.

Jungkook’s mother currently held Peanut in her arms, bouncing her softly. Peanut was staring at her grandmother, leaning forward to leave wet “kisses” on her cheek. In any other context the sight would be gross, and very unsanitary. But it was melting the hearts of the older adults.

Jennette ate the Korean-Soul food dishes. She had her favorites from each couzine. Mac n cheese, collard greens, honey butter cornbread, and her mother in law kimchi. She was eating good, and baby duty was being happily taken care of by her parents/ in laws.

Jennette was truly grateful and thankful for her family.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 28

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

How many times have you been awoken by this man? You resist the urge to elbow Lloyd as he jostles you again. He lets out a weak whimper in his struggle. You keep your eyes shut and your back to him as the bed shifts.

He stands, another pathetic noise escaping him. You listen to his uneven gait as he crosses the room. Is he trying to make a racket or is he really hurting that bad? You huff and stay as you are, you're so fucking tired.

He leaves the room and you hear him slowly trail down the hall. His feet thump on each stair as he descends and you growl. You’re wound tight, tighter than ever. Even after everything said, you just can’t ease the tension.

You open your eyes fully and push yourself up on resignation. You rub your lower back and reach for the thick support belt, wrapping it around your stomach as you stand and pulling it tight. It helps ease the pressure off your hips.

You move as slowly as he did but steadily. You cling to the railing with your other hand on your back as you take the stairs one by one. In the kitchen, Lloyd leans against the counter, fighting to load the coffee maker with one hand.

"I got it," you insist as you near him, "you're just going to get it everywhere."

You stop beside him and take the scoop, measuring coffee onto the basket filter. You sense him watching you as you slide the tank off the back and move to the sink to fill it, reaching past your belly to flip on the faucet. You glance over to find him staring at your stomach.

He looks awful. Dark circles under his eyes, ugly bruises splotched on his cheek, the cut in his brow inflamed, and his bare chest criss crossed with bandages. He still wore a healthy bristle of stubble on his jaw and cheeks. Christ, you suppose looking after him is good practice. 

You sidle past him and return the tank to the machine. You shut the lid and hit start. The smell of the grounds tempts you. God, you miss coffee. Real coffee. 

"You should go lay down," you say as you put your hand on your stomach, "you look like garbage."

He steps closer and puts his hand below yours. You wince as he feels your bump. Well, it's pretty big now.

He bends, sucking in air between clenched teeth as he groans, "how's my little girl?" He rubs your stomach, "I'm sorry I went away, sunshine, but I'm back now."

"What are you doing?" You glower at him.

"Checking in with my peach pit," he peers up at you with a grin, "you like that? I came up with that a few nights ago."

You roll your eyes and brush his hand away. The heat from his touch lingers, raising beads on the back of your neck. You miss it, the warmth of someone else, even him. So much so, that you got good use out of your array of toys in his absence.

He grunts and you pull on his arm until he’s somewhat straight. His forehead is lined with agony.

"You should lay down," you open the cupboard and stretch to grab a mug, belly against the counter.

"Take your own advice, sweet cheeks," he purrs, "god, you're so big."

"What?" You snap as you set the mug down loudly.

"No, no, babe, not… not in a bad way. I swear."

"Sure, please, go back to bed," you chide, "you're just gonna make it worse and I'm the one who's gotta listen to it."

“I’ll go on the couch,” he says, “see, I can compromise.”

“No, you don’t think you can’t make it back upstairs,” you cluck.

He opens his mouth but stops himself from whatever he was going to say, “you’re right, honey.” He brings his hand up behind your head, “always so wise.” He tilts your head and kisses your forehead. You frown at the doting gesture.

“Go. Lay down,” you turn away to watch the trickle of coffee, “I’ll bring you it.”

“What would I do without you, peaches?”

“Trust me, I wonder that more than you think,” you grumble as you grasp the edge of the counter.

He leaves you, reluctantly, more grunts and groans to denote his pain. It’s almost satisfying that he’s the one in agony. For once.

You fill a cup for him after a few minutes and shuffle across the kitchen. He’s on the couch as promised, one leg up as he’s angled against the armrest. You hand him the cup without a word and waddle away. You grab a cushion to shove behind him, forcing him to lean forward, a squeak escaping him, and unfold the throw blanket from across the back of the couch.

“Put something on,” you give him the remote.

“You’re leavin’ me?” He asks thinly.

“I’m tired,” you look at him, “you need anything else?”

“Well,” he smirks, “you know what I want but need?”

“Hm, Lloyd, you’re a fucking mess. You can barely sit up.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“It wasn’t a yes either.”

“But you’re thinking about it.”

“Oh shut up,” you shove his shoulder and he whines, falling back against the pillow.

You help push his other leg up onto the couch, an awkward struggle around your stomach, and you back away. He pouts at you and you huff, hands on your hips.

“Fine, I’ll stay,” you go to the chair and he whimpers, sending you a mope, “There’s no room for me over there, Lloyd.”

“I’ll make room,” he pleads, “come on, peaches, it’s chilly in here.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I hurt, baby,” he stretches out one arm, curling his fingers wantingly, “please, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh hush,” you push away from the chair and near him, “let’s just figure this out so I can sit down.”

You lay your head on your stomach again as he moves down the couch. He yelps as he shifts the wrong way and grabs his shoulder. He growls but holds back. He points behind him, “I’ll put my head in your lap.”

“I don’t got much of a lap left,” you cross your arms.

“We’ll make it work, I wanna be close to my baby girl,” he reaches to pat your stomach but recoils as a pang strikes him. “Fuck me!”

“Fine,” you turn and sit, falling the last little bit onto the cushion. 

You watch him in his effort to get himself down, his neck awkwardly bent to accommodate your stomach as he rests it in your lap. He manages to nestle onto his side and fishes the remote from beside him. He holds it up over his shoulder.

“You can put something on, baby, one of your trashy shows,” he wiggles it at you.

“Trashy,” you snatch the remote, “whatever.”

“I mean, we all know your taste, peaches, you’re with me–”

You grumble and point the remote at the TV. You skip over your recommendations for a new melodramatic reality romp and instead opt for a docuseries. Lloyd is not the height of your taste level, if anything, he’s the bottom. In more ways than one.

Jesus, he’s invading your head.

“You know, peaches, I let the other guy get a few good ones in, just for you,” he says.

“Sure.”

“Really, I was holding my punches,” he says as he wiggles and hisses as he tries to fix the blanket. You reach over to help him, pulling it up his arm, “and thinking of you. Maybe I shouldn’t have just fucked off. Maybe… Maybe these bruises should be from you.”

“No, you had to. I was gonna bash your head in.”

“Yes!” He cackles.

“What? What is wrong with you?”

“Peaches, if you were thinking of caving my skull in, it means you were thinking of me. You’re a woman of passion, you know that?”

“I’m a woman without patience,” you correct him, realising your hand lingers on his shoulder, a thoughtless act. You flinch but don’t pull away. “Now hush, I’m tryna listen.”

He’s quiet, just for a moment, slowly reaching up to squeeze your kneecap, “I like this, peaches.”

“Then stop ruining it,” you poke him.

He lets out another soft chuckle, “you like it too, don’t lie.”

“Can’t hear you, watching TV.”

“Peachy–”

“Lloyd, I’m about to tear every hair from your head if you don’t be quiet. It’s early and I’m exhausted,” you smack his shoulder and he winces, “and it’s all your fault. You and your damn daughter.”

“Daughter,” he chimes, “she’s gonna be just like you, peach, and I’m gonna be in big trouble.”

“Pfft, me? She’s gonna be a handful and that sure as shit isn’t from me,” you snip and feel a tweak, a subtle spasm, “speak of the devil.” You press your hand to your stomach as the movement continues, “oo, she’s… awake.”

Lloyd sits up, cursing under his breath as he wobbles a bit. He looks down at your stomach wide-eyed. “You can feel her.”

“Well, yeah,” you scoff, “here, she’s dancing–” You grab his hand and push it against your belly, moving it around until she kicks again, “she’s an early riser.”

“Dancing?” He keeps his hand against you, “we should get her into ballet.”

“We got some time for that,” you shake your head and the sharp squeeze in your bladder makes you jolt, “fuck, she’s on my bladder.” You grip the arm rest and struggle to stand, “shit, I gotta go.”

“Baby,” Lloyd does his best to help you up, “you okay?”

“Pause it,” you toss the remote and move as fast as you can, “fuck.”

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Familia Ante Omnia - THOSE ABOUT TO DIE REWRITE Chapter 9

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Summary: With Ursus gone from their lives and no longer lurking in the shadows, they could take a breath and relax. They spent a good few weeks. Aldea's belly grew as time went on, time she spent with her brothers. She enjoyed having them again and being able to see them everyday. She was getting used to their presence but this peace was disturbed when one man's ego took over his reason.

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Warnings: title means "Family over all" // Those about to die spoilers (episode 8 "All or Nothing"), angst, grief, mention of blood

Aldea rolled on her back. Her belly had grown significantly bigger, being now just a couple days away from her 8th month of pregnancy. She had become quite the insomniac the past few weeks and didn’t get much sleep. She would be able to sleep for a couple hours, then wake up, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling and thinking, thinking and thinking to the point of falling asleep again and this time sleeping until first light and waking up as Tenax would get out of bed. She was always in some sort of discomfort with the coming and going back pain, the leg cramps and the heartburn, along with feeling her baby moving around and kicking so she didn’t go back and forth between their insula and the Circus Maximus as much as a month or so ago and Tenax wanted her to rest as much as possible so she obliged because she really didn’t have the energy to go run around anyway but still, sometimes she went out for a walk, to stretch her legs, sometimes going to Circus Maximus when Andria and Scorpus would race. She wanted to be there for her brother, and seeing Elia and Fonsoa was always a pleasure as well. The three young men were always asking her if she was feeling okay and Elia was asking her questions about how she was feeling every other minute, and she often dismissed his worries with a chuckle and a smile and a rub on the shoulder. She would be fine if she was with her brothers and her pregnancy was not going to be stopping her from supporting her friend and brother on the tracks.

Aldea opened her eyes and squinted them as daylight penetrated the room. She hadn’t even realized that she had fallen asleep again after waking up in the middle of the night and she glanced over at the window as she sat up in the bed, listening to the drums announcing today’s race, which had most likely been the one thing to pull her out of her slumber.

“Is there a race today?” She asked, as if it wasn’t obvious but she was still kind of sleepy and yawned, closing her eyes and covering her mouth with her hand.

“Yes.” He had a slight smirk, amused, looking at her with a soft gaze as he put on his toga and tightened his belt. Aldea quickly got out of bed and with one hand supporting her lower back, she made her way towards the dresser to get her clothes. When he insisted, she needed to rest, she looked at him over her shoulder.

“If there’s a race, then my brother is racing. And if my brother is racing, then I will be watching the race. Simple as that.” She shrugged, and he let it go. There was no convincing her not to come. He knew being there for her brother was very important for her. They left the insula, walking to the Circus. They held onto each other’s arms and Tenax walked stiffly because of his leg. He didn’t need clutches anymore, but it was still a little difficult so he used a cane. It would get better in the months to come, she was sure of it, just as her shoulder got better and it didn’t hurt anymore, despite the bone being broken, like his. He forced himself to try and walk faster, to get to the Circus quicker but Aldea pulled back on his arm, telling him to take it easy. They would get there in time, there was no need to rush, the race had just been announced to the city. Right now, plebeians were probably just arriving to the arena and getting their tickets. Cala must have been taking all the bets too as she was already gone when the couple had woken up earlier.

They went straight to the entrance, and she walked by his side, as she had been doing at every race since the first time they walked together in front of the patricians after the Golden faction’s debut on the tracks. Aldea wasn’t intimidated by those people anymore and stood proud anytime she encountered them. Tenax and Aldea sat on their seats, with their faction’s banners on each side of them. The Gold of the wall hangings nicely brought out the lightly tanned color of her southern Spaniard's complexion, just as the golden jewelry she had been gifted by Tenax did, the coins necklace around her neck, and recently, the fine snake bracelet at her wrist. There was a certain glow about her that arrived since she passed the mid-point of her pregnancy. According to Tenax, she was more beautiful than ever before. His hand resting on hers on the arms of their chairs and her other hand on her round stomach, they watched as the crowd cheered loudly when Titus appeared on the imperial platform.

“I, Titus Caesat Vespasianus…” he spoke, loud and clear. “Give you this day’s games, on building civic baths! Already two months under construction. And I announce that I am giving our belived Rome… an heir!”

The drivers then paraded around the spina on their chariots, waving to the crowd. As they passed by the White faction’s booth, Andria looked over to his sister, waving his hand higher and she chuckled with a big smile, waving back happily. She felt such a sense of pride, thinking of what her brother was accomplishing in Rome. She could feel he was going to become an as successful charioteer as Scorpus’ was and she was so excited for him. Passus exclaimed, getting the drivers ready before they were unleashed onto the tracks and he let the white cloth fall to the ground, starting the race. Aldea eyes were glued to her brother’s back – she knew where he was on the tracks at any given time at any round. Andria’s horses looked like they were literally flying. Right at the beginning of the race, a shipwreck happened, putting Xenon and one of the Whites’ drivers out of the game. She let out a heavy sigh, holding Tenax’s hand tighter, relieved that it wasn’t her brother or Scorpus in that accident, especially so early on. When she then heard the crowd chanting Andria’s name, she looked around and smiled. He was making a name for himself. That was her big brother’s name that people were chanting in the arena – her beloved hermano mayor. Her eyes wouldn’t leave him.

She frowned slightly, squinting her eyes, confused as to why Scorpus was started to pull his reins to his left, towards the spina. She leaned forward. It was even more puzzling because he kept leaning to the side, pulling his reins inwards, because Andria was in between him and the spina and if the famous driver kept doing this, he was going to box the Spaniard in and trap him. But she couldn’t believe he would deliberately do this, until she saw the look on Andria’s face as the latter looked at Scorpus, his face straining as his lips mouthed his name before his rig rolled over the debris of the previous shipwreck and Andria went flying off the chariot. She let out a strangled cry, shouting her brother’s name. She instantly let go of Tenax’s hand as she jerked to her feet, her heart sank, and her stomach dropped. Aldea’s chest was heaving quickly, and she turned on her heels, ignoring Tenax as he called her name, and ignoring Cala who was standing to the side of their seats, walking past her without a glance and going as fast as possible, her hand to her stomach as she whimpered, unable to take deep and full breath. She prayed to herself, mumbling in Spanish on her way, hoping Andria would be fine. She didn’t even realize she had tears in her eyes until she began wondering why her vision was getting blurry and she couldn’t see where she was going anymore, but she was so used to going to see her brothers, she knew she was almost there. She even began running.

When she reached them, she could hear Andria’s labored breathing and weak and faint voice. She rushed to his side and stifled a cry as he set his half-closed eyes on Aldea, the corner of his lips stretching softly at the sight of her. He lifted his hand towards her, and she bent over, taking his hand and bringing it to her cheek, feeling his thumb caress her skin.

“You look so much— like our mother…” He parted his lips, swallowing harshly, and he looked at their brothers, “Take care of each other… Take care— take care of our sister…” His breathing quietened and they witnessed the life leaving his eyes and his limbs softened. His thumb stopped moving against her skin, his hand almost falling off her face if she wasn’t holding it up with hers and she gasped, choking on her tears, as her brothers weeped uncontrollably. Elia called out to him faintly. Aldea sobbed. She wouldn’t let go of his hand, her tears rolling down her cheeks and falling on his fingers. She sniffed, wiping her tears and turned her head, looking over her shoulder as Elia stepped towards the doors leading to the tracks. She realized the race had just ended and Scorpus had stopped his horses by the doors, proudly waving at the crowd cheering for him. He had won. The only thing that crossed Aldea’s mind was that he had won, at the cost of her brother’s life. He killed Andria. He killed him and she because she knew Scorpus well, she knew why he did it. He killed Andria because his inflated ego couldn’t take seeing people cheer for someone other than him. Her brother was good driver, a fresh face in Rome, and it was taking the spotlight off him. She gave him a death stare, glaring at him, as she watched him proudly getting off his rig. The moment he stepped through the doors, taking off his helmet, Elia threw a punch at his face, making him lose his balance, catching himself on the wall. He grabbed his clothes, shaking him up and shouting, confronting him with what he had done.

“You fucking scum! You killed him.”

He pushed him away, forcing him to let go off him, “he chose his line.”

“No, it was you. You pulled to the left.” He was restless and Gavros and Fonsoa held him back, keeping him from lashing out on Scorpus again. Aldea stood behing him, pressing her lips against each other to keep them from quivering, her eyes slightly red and shining from the tears. Fonsoa made his little brother face him, urging him to tell him what he saw. “He pushed Andria into the wreck. He boxed him in!”

Scorpus pointed at Elia, pissed, but never as angry as either of the Spaniards in front of him, “Touch Scorpus again, I’ll have your head.”

“And I yours for killing my brother!” Tenax walked around them, stepping in front of Elia, putting his hand on the latter’s shoulder.

“Andria is dead. It was an accident.” Aldea lips relaxed but not in relief and rather in disappointment as she stared at her husband without even blinking. It was no accident. They were sitting next to each other up there on the stands. She couldn’t believe that he didn’t see exactly what she saw – that Scorpus killed Andria. She had been watching her brother like a hawk and she knew Elia wasn’t exaggerating. He frowned, shaking his head. Tenax met Aldea’s intense gaze, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, his hands joined, one on top of the other on the pommel of his cane.

“I offer my condolences.” Scorpus said, quietly, drawing Aldea’s stare to him. “It was a… tragic accident.”

“No, you lie!” Elia was walking back to Andria’s body and turned back, shouting. Fonsoa stopped him, his head down.

“Ours is a dangerous game.” Scorpus argued. “Your brother knew that.”

Aldea flared her nostrils, glaring at Scorpus. He met her eyes and looked at her sideways, taking a step back when she spit at his feet, “Que te jodan— maldito gilipollas.” her voice shaking from the anger and frustration, and she yelled, “Me cago en tu puta madre y en tus muertos.”

“Aldea.” Fonsoa spoke her name, rather firmly, because of the profanities she was throwing left and right at Scorpus’s face, who was looking at her having no idea what she was even saying, but he was smart enough to understand she was insulting him pretty badly.  

“No me des sermones, Fonsoa. Andria— Andria está muerta… because of him.” She urged him not to lecture her and stifled a sob, pointing an accusing finger at Scorpus, “Andria is dead because of him.” She saw, from the corner of her eyes, Scorpus shaking his head and parting his lips but Tenax stepped in, trying to grab her arm but she smacked his hand away, breathing sharply, her eyes getting teary again and she shook her head, backing away from him, speaking quietly, “do not touch me.”

“No, Aldea…” Fonsoa looked her before glancing over at Elia, “He’s right.”

He turned back to them, his eyebrows pulled together in a concerned frown, “you don’t believe us.”

“I just didn’t see what you say you saw.”

“He forced Andria into the shipwreck! He boxed him in!”

“No.” Scorpus stood his grounds and shook his head, refuting Elia’s every accusation. Aldea was watching Tenax and saw the latter look at Scorpus from the corner of his eyes. She frowned. She knew he was lying, backing his friend when he knew what he had done. She felt betrayed. She couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t understand why he would let Scorpus get away with this. She wished he was on her side – on their side – and support her and her brothers but it wasn’t what had happened. She was disgusted and looked at him in a different light, maybe it was the anger and the grief that were causing an inner turmoil.

“Aldea saw it too.”

“Neither of you can be sure.” Fonsoa insisted. Elia tilted his head forward, clenching his jaw, before looking at Scorpus and Tenax.

“I will have nothing more to doo with you… or this Gold faction.” Aldea couldn’t even look at Fonsoa and she followed Elia, kneeling with him by Andria’s body. Hearing the crowd cheer in the background made her stomach turn as she looked at Andria’s face, covered in blood. Her eyes filled with tears in mere seconds, and she pressed her forehead against Elia’s shoulder.

Tenax approached and sighed, “Elia, Aldea… it wasn’t Scorpus, it was a shipwreck. It happens…”

“You are just as bad as he is.”

“Maldito mentiroso.” Aldea mumbled and stood up, stepping towards Tenax, getting up close, shaking her head, looking into his eyes, “why do you lie…”

“It was an accident, Aldea.” They spoke to each other in hushed tones.

“Repeating something will not make it any more true.” He finally crossed her gaze and for half a second, she thought he was going to take back what he had said and if he did, she knew she would have forgiven him, but he said absolutely nothing and she shook her head subtly, in disappointment. He held out his hand to her, wanting to touch the hand she had on her stomach, but she backed away from him, again, “I said, do not touch me.” She was bitter and angry and wanted to be as far from him as she could. Never had she felt like this about him, and it was breaking her, heart, as though someone was tearing it to pieces with their bare hands.

“Aldea.” She lifted her head, looking at Elia. “No vas a volver con ese hombre. No es un marido digno de ti.” She couldn’t help but sob more. He was telling her things she didn’t want to hear, things she didn’t want to be true. She loved Tenax and it made her s ad to hear her brother say those words, telling her how she wasn’t going back to that man, basically that he wouldn’t let her, and that he wasn’t a husband worthy of her. She loved Tenax so much and didn’t want it to be true. She was all over the place and felt so conflicted. On one side she desperately needed him in this moment of great loss, but on the other side, she would rather be on the other side of the world than in the same vincinity as him. She couldn’t look at her husband’s face as he disappeared from her field of vision, the sound of his cane tapping on the ground fading as he walked away. Elia gently grabbed his sister’s shoulders and pulled her up along with him. “And you, brother? On what side are you on?”

He looked up at them with a sad look on his face but stayed quiet. Later that day, at nightfall, they met outside the city wall, on the Esquiline hill, to bury their brother. Insects were chirping, and the flames of the candles crackled as they lowered Andria’s body into the grave they dug. Elia had his arm around Aldea’s shoulder, their heads low.

“May the winds take you to Elysium, where the Gods will it… we will meet again.”

“Nos volveremos a encontrar—” She repeated his words, slowly, under her breath and cut herself off as she whimpered, breathing sharply. Elia drew her closer to him, cradling her head with her hand. She was the only one audibly crying but she couldn’t help it. Her brothers had always been her entire world since she was a little girl. They were her best friends, her protectors, the only three people she knew she could rely on no matter what and losing either of them made this entire world of hers crumble. She left the funeral with Elia, and they walked back to the Suburra. He brought her to the insula where he shared a room with Andria and Fonsoa and angrily began to pack his things.

“Aldea, you do not go back to that man. You will stay here, with Fonsoa, and I will come and get you to go back to Baetica. I’m done with this hell of a city.”

“What are you going to do?” She instantly got worried.

“No se preocupe. Don’t worry about it. I have something to do, and then we can go home. Fuck those Romans. You will find a good husband— a good Spaniard.” She lowered her head with a sigh and sat down on the opposite bed, looking up when she saw Fonsoa step in the doorway. They glanced at each other as he addressed their brother.

“We used to chase you by the river Baetis when you were young, now I do so again?”

“We’re no longer playing children’s games.”

“The last thing Andria would have wanted is that we are divided.” He grabbed his arm, stopping Elia as he picked up his bag. He threw it over his shoulder.

“So come with us.”

“Us? You mean you want to drag our pregnant sister back to Baetica? Elia!” He rose his voice as the latter walked past him and rushed down the stairs and went after him, calling out to him. “You would deprive a boy of his father? And if I were to walk away with you, what of Salena and the boy?” Aldea slowly walked out of the room, watching them from the top floor.

“Says the man who never walked past a brothel with a few coind in his pockets?”

“That was before.”

“And this is now!” He yelled in his face and Fonsoa grunted, gritting his teeth, following him downstairs.

“I can’t turn my back on her.” They stopped in their tracks.

“Go on. What else?”

“Scorpus and Tenax offered me a second driver with the Gold faction.”

“This city has twisted you in such a way that you would drive with the man who killed our brother.”

“Says you alone.” He hit Elia’s chest.

“Y yo. I saw it all too. I tried to tell you, Fonsoa.” She slowly walked down the stairs as they looked up at her. Elia breathed fitfully, staring at him.

“Scorpus has taken two brothers from me. Take care of Aldea until I can come back for her.”

“Elia!” He grunted, slammed his fist against the wall and rushing after Elia as he exited the insula through the front door. Aldea sighed. This was the worst day of her life. She didn’t even look forward to going home. She didn’t know what she wanted, and she felt lost, and alone but she would rather feel like that than face Tenax, for now. As she was going back to the room, she stood in the middle of it, looking at the two beds, imagining her brothers coming in there as they first arrived in Rome, excited and happy to be here. Fonsoa joined her, waving towards the bed on her left, the one she had sat on a moment ago.

“That was Andria’s bed. You can take this one.” He gently squeezed her shoulders, and she stepped away and lied on the bed as he blew out the candles, plunging the room in the dark. She hadn’t had such a bad night in a long time. After weeks of everything going well and getting used to having all three of her brothers back, it was all taken away from her abruptly, again. Spending years without them, but knowing that they were alive in Hispania, proved to be way easier than knowing that she would never get to see Andria ever again. She cried. So much so that Fonsoa came to sit with her on the bed and held her and comforted her for over an hour until she eventually managed to fall asleep. The next day, she woke up with the worst headache she ever had in her life. Fonsoa gently rubbed her back, telling her he was gonna go get something at her place, maybe Claudia, her housekeeper would have something to ease her pain. He returned, a little less than an hour later, with a cup which he covered with a piece of cloth.

“She prepared some willow bark tree tea. She said it would help.”

“Thank you.” He helped her sat up and she took the cup in her hands, bringing it to her lips. After drinking it, she put the cup aside and he left her to rest. She slept, she had no idea how long, but she did, unlike the previous night. She woke up when someone lightly knocked on the door.

“Aldea?” Elia called her name, and she stood up quickly and went to open the door for him. He was panting as if he had been running.

“What’s going on?”

“I know who can back us up.”

“Back you up – as a woman, my voice wouldn’t count in court anyway. But who would that be?”

“Xenon.” He exclaimed. “He was on the tracks. He saw everything.”

“Okay. Let’s go then.” He took her wrist and dragged her along with him, rushing down the stairs and speedwalking through the streets, all the way to the Esquiline hill where Xenon’s home was, as well as Scorpus, but the latter didn’t interest either of them. Half a dozen people were gathered, standing here and there in the small courtyard in front of the house. They arrived just as Scorpus stepped out.

“It’s a… terrible thing. Xenon… is dead. A loss for all of us.” The driver walked past the two Spaniards, glancing at them but only when everyone had deserted the courtyard and went inside, did he turn to them and stare back at them. They held his gaze, glaring at him. He wasn’t even trying to lie to them anymore. He probably felt untouchable now. A woman, who could never testify against him, despite having seen the whole thing, and a young man, Spanish, and a mere stable hand.

“What will you do now?” She wondered.

“I will go find Gavros. I can do what I sought to do now. Kill Scorpus.”

“Kill—” She looked over one shoulder and the other, fearing someone might have heard, but they were alone. “How are you even going to do that?”

He sighed, “Right now, Gavros and I will go to the Blue. I will drive for them.”

“And how are you going to take revenge on Scorpus by driving for the Blue?”

“I can defeat him on the tracks. Aldea, go rest. I will come fetch you when all this is done.” She watched him walk away and she breathed out through her nose. She prayed nothing happened to Elia, her little brother, her baby brother. She wouldn’t survive losing another one of her brothers, or both of them.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (09/21/2024) by Andrea

[sickybubbies]

A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha 

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth.  “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay”  He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased.  “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him.  “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again.  Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?”  The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while. 

[greatbigbellies]

A cursed(?) maternity dress that makes you pregnant when your wear it, but lifting the dress reveals your regular non-pregnant belly. Basically, you must keep your belly covered.

OOOH YOOUUUU.... That is preg kink monkey's paw shit... I get to look all cute and pregnant, but I can't show off my bare belly? That IS a curse! I should be able to lift my dress to show off the belly!!!!

I'll take it over NOT being pregnant, but as soon as I can get a differently cursed item that makes me pregnant, I'll trade it out...

Maybe a cursed pregnancy belly support belt that makes you pregnant, but increases the size (and weight) of your belly if you have direct line of sight of your feet, until it blocks your view...

in a twist, the most flexible wearers end up with the biggest tummies.

[thedummysdummy]

Gender Reveal

The previous part to this series can be found here: When Memory Fails

Her hand went automatically to her belly, just as it had a million times since she’d learned of the little spark growing inside. She glanced through the window, looking for the familiar black car to arrive with her best friends inside. However, it was still nowhere to be seen and she slumped back onto the couch. 

She’d never really thought she’d look forward to doctor appointments. But each time she sat on that crinkly paper and looked at the strange black and white images on the screen, an excitement grew inside of her. The tiny beating heart made her own flutter as she watched it beat away inside the tiny bean she carried. Every appointment showed her a more and more recognizable human being. 

And today, she’d know if her insistence was correct.

The buzzing of her phone pulled the girl out of her thoughts. Immediately she flicked on the screen and scanned the text message. “We’re almost there. Are you ready to go?” 

Anna’s smiling face reflected in the girl’s happy eyes as she read the text message and replied in the affirmative. The slightly older woman was far more than a coworker; Anna had always been one of the girl’s closest confidants and took on an almost motherly role from the outset of the pregnancy. Between Anna and Goldman, an assistant to their company’s largest investor and close friend, the girl found herself supported at every step. 

Another glance out the window revealed Goldman’s sleek black car had arrived in the lot of her apartment complex. At the same time, her phone buzzed with another message. “We are here! We’ll be up in just a minute!” 

“Oh, don’t worry about coming all the way up here! I can make it to the parking lot by myself, you know.” The girl giggled as she pressed ‘send,’ knowing that nothing she said would deter her friends from coming up for her anyway. Surely enough, a final glance out the window showed the pair hustling across the parking lot in an attempt to reach her before she made it down alone. She indulged them by returning to her couch and waiting for the doorbell to ring. 

Her bounce up to answer the door was slightly slower than usual, the pregnancy sapping some of her energy reserves the further along she got. It opened to reveal the beaming faces of her friends, Anna wrapping her arms securely around the girl’s shoulders in a tight hug. “Hey, you. How are you feeling?” 

“I’m doing fine. A little tired, but that’s normal apparently. I can’t believe we’re over halfway there.” She rubbed the growing bump, quite visible within the last week, and let out a half sigh. “He moves around quite a bit now. It’s really a strange feeling. Takes some getting used to.” She allowed Anna to take her hand and lead her out into the hallway before turning to lock the door. 

Both Anna and Goldman nodded, their grins eclipsed only by their seeming nervousness for her well-being. They stood on either side, brushing her shoulders and elbows as they walked, eyes flickering between her and the floor ahead. The girl shook her head slightly, but did nothing to prevent their care. 

Goldman opened the passenger door and offered a hand to support her as she lowered herself into the seat. “Are you alright? Let me get the seat belt for you.” He pulled the clip away from the wall of the car where it hung and handed it to the girl so she wouldn’t need to twist her torso, waited until she had clicked the belt securely, and closed the door with care. Anna had already climbed into the back seat with her phone in hand, tapping away at what was most likely some work-related email. 

“You two are so funny. I’m not made of porcelain, you know. But I really do appreciate your help.” 

Her friends nodded and patted her shoulders as Goldman kicked the engine to life. “Absolutely! Someone has to keep an eye on you. Especially since the father is a scumbag who-” Anna paused, not entirely sure where her anger was leading. “You haven’t managed to remember anything yet, have you?” 

“No…I feel like there’s something locked away that I really, really should remember, but I just can’t seem to break through to it. Maybe it’s just because I’m scared to know what it is? That maybe it’s something better left forgotten.” Her eyes dimmed, her heart telling her a different story than that. If something horrible had happened…wouldn’t there be other signs? Wouldn’t she have a lingering sense of dread, not an empty feeling that something important had been lost? 

Anna reached forward from the back seat and placed a warm hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Hey. Don’t stress yourself out over it, okay? I know I’ve told you a million times, but I’ll say it again. Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault. Maybe someday down the road, you can submit to one of those DNA ancestry database things and see if there are any clues?” 

“Only if you want to,” Goldman interjected, looking over as the car came to a stop at a red light. “If you think it’s better left the way it is, then that’s completely up to you.” He frowned in that concerned sort of way that he adopted every time the topic came up. The girl smiled and patted the back of his hand. 

“It’s fine, Goldman. Maybe I’ll try it someday. I appreciate you looking out for my well-being, though.” The air in the car felt a little heavy as they continued on their journey and the girl searched for a way to lighten the mood. “So are you really not going to let me know the gender today? That’s so not fair!” 

Anna began to laugh with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Of course not! That would totally ruin our plans for a gender reveal party! And we are going to make sure that you have every single positive experience that any other expecting mom gets along the journey. No matter how you got here, you deserve nothing but happiness.” Goldman nodded along with a soft grunt of agreement. 

“We already have a small list of guests put together. Kiki, Willow, Minor, and Kiro are all coming for sure. Officer Gavin insisted he will be there as long as nothing emergent happens that day, and Professor Lucian said he should be available but won’t know for a few more days. Was there anyone else you wanted us to invite?” 

After a few moments of thought, the girl shook her head. There weren’t really any others in her life who knew of her situation, and the last thing she wanted to do was explain to a room full of her family and friends that she was pregnant for no apparent reason. It had been hard enough with her coworkers and closest friends. While none of them had blamed her or treated her differently, she couldn’t help wondering what they really thought. 

“Fair enough. Have you come up with any girl names you like?” Anna tapped the back of the girl’s head and giggled. “You still don’t know for sure you’re having a boy!” 

“I just can’t get the name ‘Victor’ out of my head. Sometimes it just bounces around in there like an old screensaver. So I’m positive that’s supposed to be his name.” 

Both Anna and Goldman sighed, having been through this conversation way too many times at this point. “Well, can we at least add Victoria for a girl? That’s close enough, right?” Goldman’s eyes flickered over for just a moment to check his friend’s reaction. She shrugged with a thoughtful look on her face. At least she seemed to be considering it!” 

Minutes later they were in the waiting room of the doctor’s office, thumbing through the same magazines they’d been poking at for the last five months. The girl felt a little bit nervous as her name was called and the nurse led her back to the familiar exam room and ultrasound machine. Soon. Soon she would know.

~~~

The five days between the appointment and the reveal party were the slowest the girl had ever experienced. She alternated between being completely positive that she carried a boy, and slightly worried she was having a girl and had nothing prepared. Had she already begun collecting little boy clothes when she was shopping on her own? Definitely. She even had an outfit picked out to bring him home from the hospital: A little panda-themed onesie, hat, and booties. Perhaps a little bow glued to the hat would make it girly enough…

Pink and blue balloons, streamers, confetti, and other decor had been lovingly distributed from one end of the office conference room to the other. A betting pool had been set up in one corner, boy or girl, with a prize basket for those who guessed correctly. Snacks and small sandwiches covered the entire conference table with a tower of cupcakes being the crown in the center. “Don’t touch until reveal time!” announced a card next to the cupcakes. 

All eight guests had arrived early and the gift table on the far end of the room was overflowing with packages. The girl watched each guest arrive and pile their gifts onto the table, feeling just a little overwhelmed by the amount of love being shown by every single person in the room. Minor and Gavin chatted quietly with plates of snacks in hand, while Kiki talked at Kiro and Willow leaned against a wall, listening to Lucian explain some project he was working on. Anna and Goldman were finishing the last few tasks before calling everyone’s attention to begin the party properly. 

Anna placed the final plate of sliced fruit on the table and clapped to turn everyone’s eyes toward the front of the room. The low grumble of conversation faded away and Anna smiled. “Welcome to our dear friend’s gender reveal party! Enjoy yourselves with the snacks and be sure to cast your vote at the betting table. We’ll do the actual reveal in about thirty minutes!” With a wave at the food from Anna, everyone returned to their conversations. 

The girl wandered from group to group, accepting hugs and well-wishes from those she loved. But her eyes kept wandering to that pile of cupcakes, knowing they held the answer she was seeking. The time passed painfully slowly no matter how hard she tried to get sucked into conversation. 

But as time does, the thirty minutes eventually came and went. This time Goldman took charge, standing proudly at the table with his eyes staring everyone down until the room fell quiet. “Alright, it’s time for the real reason we all came tonight! These cupcakes have been filled with either pink or blue frosting. Come on over here and let’s end the anticipation!” He picked up a cupcake and extended it to the girl, who held it in her hand for a moment. She just examined the white-frosted top with pink and blue sprinkles, the confetti cake beneath, and the “boy or girl?” wrapper. 

“Come on, quit stalling!” Kiki shouted, causing the room to erupt in soft laughter. The girl blushed and pulled away the paper on one side of the cupcake. Everyone held their collective breath as she opened her mouth and took a large bite, eyes closed tightly. She chewed and swallowed before opening her eyes, finally brave enough to see the results. 

“It’s a boy!” Minor yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “I knew it! I guess you were right, Boss. See guys? Always trust the boss! She knows what she’s talking about!” 

Everyone again began to laugh and helped themselves to the rest of the cupcakes, the excitement three levels higher than before. Anna made her way over to her friend and gave her a tight squeeze. “Well, Victor it is,” she teased, pulling back slightly to look in the girl’s eyes. “Congratulations, Boss. How about we go open some gifts?” 

The girl nodded and allowed herself to be led to the far side of the room, feeling relief flowing through her entire body. While she still didn’t know why the little boy’s name had to be Victor, some of the anxiety surrounding it managed to evaporate into excitement. Mysteries could wait. Today was the time for celebration.