#round ligament pain

[kiindredblogs]

How to get rid of round ligament pain during pregnancy?

Pregnancy is a beautiful journey filled with anticipation and joy, but it can also bring some discomforts and pains along the way. One such discomfort is round ligament pain, a common symptom experienced by many pregnant women. The round ligaments, which support the uterus, can stretch and cause sharp or dull pain in the lower abdomen. While round ligament pain is a normal part of pregnancy, there are several strategies you can employ to alleviate the discomfort. In this blog post, we will explore some effective ways to get rid of round ligament pain during pregnancy.

Gentle Exercise:

Engaging in regular, gentle exercise can help alleviate round ligament pain. Opt for low-impact activities like walking, swimming, or prenatal yoga. These exercises help strengthen the muscles and ligaments, reducing the strain on the round ligaments. Before starting any exercise routine, it's important to consult with your healthcare provider to ensure it is safe for you and your baby.

Correct Posture:

Maintaining good posture is crucial to alleviate round ligament pain. Avoid standing or sitting for prolonged periods as it can strain the ligaments. When standing, distribute your weight evenly on both feet and avoid locking your knees. While sitting, use a supportive chair and place a pillow or cushion behind your lower back for added comfort and support.

Changing Positions:

If you experience round ligament pain, try changing positions frequently. Avoid sudden movements and take care when getting up from a seated or lying position. When changing positions, do so slowly and consciously, allowing your body time to adjust and avoid unnecessary strain on the ligaments.

Supportive Clothing:

Wearing supportive clothing can provide relief from round ligament pain. Invest in a good-quality maternity support belt or a belly band that provides gentle compression and supports the abdomen. These garments help distribute the weight of your growing belly, easing the strain on the round ligaments and reducing pain.

Warm Compresses:

Applying a warm compress to the affected area can help soothe round ligament pain. Use a heating pad, warm towel, or take a warm bath to alleviate discomfort. Ensure the temperature is not too hot to avoid any harm to you or your baby. The warmth helps relax the muscles and ligaments, providing relief from pain.

Rest and Relaxation:

Getting adequate rest and relaxation is essential during pregnancy. Take breaks throughout the day to rest and elevate your feet. Practice relaxation techniques such as deep breathing, meditation, or prenatal massage to alleviate stress and tension in the body, including the round ligaments.

Pregnancy-Safe Pain Relief:

If the pain persists or becomes severe, consult your healthcare provider about safe pain relief options during pregnancy. They may recommend over-the-counter pain medications suitable for pregnant women. However, it's important to use medications only under medical supervision and as directed.

Conclusion:

Experiencing round ligament pain during pregnancy is common, but that doesn't mean you have to endure it without relief. By incorporating these strategies into your routine, you can effectively manage and alleviate the discomfort associated with round ligament pain. Remember, each pregnancy is unique, so it's always advisable to consult your healthcare provider for personalized advice and guidance. Embrace the changes happening within your body and focus on taking care of yourself during this remarkable journey towards motherhood.

#pregnancy #motherhood #round ligament pain #round ligament pain during pregnancy #kiindred

[simfuldelights]

I am out of the first trimester which means that if I bend my hip too far I WILL die

#non sims #exaggeration but my round ligament pain is no freaking joke #un-shocking really considering my mother’s tendon problems and my grandmother’s arthritis like #my joints are doomed for sure #in other news I am playing a cute lil group of sims in strangerville #sort of rotationally with a couple living in chestnut ridge #the couple has a baby on the way and they’re engaged #the SV group is four unrelated young adults and a pair of teenage sisters #I made over Ted and Meredith and gave them two teen daughters and I made over the eclectic arts household as well #well I made over their faces. their outfits are the same haha #ugh and Hailey and Marissa are so cute I’m excited to fight the plant mother with all these guys

[luveline]

i think it would be adorable seeing a conversation of spencer freaking out about pregnant!bombshell and hotch just calmly telling him all about different ways to help and them talking about new dad fears :((

pregnant!reader, 1k (sorry it was more about the pregnant part than the new dad fears!)

Hotch doesn’t know what Spencer’s going to say when he knocks, but he ushers him inside his office regardless. He has the appearance of someone with grief to share; Hotch immediately starts to think of the people he and Spencer have in common. 

“I need your advice,” Spencer says desperately. 

Hotch puts his pen in its holder. “Of course.” 

“She won’t sit down.” 

Hotch lets himself relax. “Ah.” 

“She’s acting like she isn’t pregnant at all. I want her to be happy, but she keeps running up the stairs. What if she falls?” 

“Y/N has very likely thought of that possibility already.” 

“Then why doesn’t she stop?” 

Hotch chews his cheek for a moment. “Spencer, sit down.” 

The chair squeaks as Spencer sits, scrubbing at his face roughly. 

Hotch has watched Spencer grow up, in a way, moving from twenty three to thirty quick as blinking, and he’s watched him fall in love with you, and now he gets to watch Spencer have daily conniptions over your apparent lack of self-preservation. He’s enjoyed it, genuinely, and he doesn’t mind offering some wisdom now as a partner who’s made enough mistakes to know better. 

“Spencer, you can’t make her sit down if she doesn’t want to. And she’s four months pregnant. Pretty soon, she’ll have no choice but to sit down. It’s best if you let her stay active as long as she can, so she stays as healthy as she can.” He leans back in his chair. The smirk is unbidden, but he can’t help it. “But you know this.” 

“Her ligaments are weakening, because of the baby. The pregnancy. It’s about to get much more painful for her,” Spencer says. 

“So?” Hotch prods gently. 

Spencer nods. Glances out the window down into the bullpen, before dragging his chair closer to the desk. “Hotch, it’s like she’s two different people. Or three. There’s the crying one, and the happy one, and the…” 

“The hates you one?” he offers. 

“Yes. Which is luckily quite rare, but terrifying.” 

“Just hormones, Spence.” 

Spencer breathes out. Hotch can’t help the immeasurable wave of fondness he’s feeling for his colleague. He genuinely wants to round the desk and pat Spencer on the back. This is all a learning curve, a way of life. Partners have been wrestling with their scary pregnant wives for long before he and Spencer came around. 

“The happy one is worth it, though,” Hotch guesses. He had some lovely days with Hayley. 

“You know what she’s like,” Spencer says.

Hotch can imagine. Before your pregnancy, you adored Spencer. You’ve doted on him since you met him, and if the glimpses Hotch has seen of you these last few months are any indication, you are immovably in love. Yesterday, you brushed the sesame seeds off of Spencer’s sandwich one by one because he doesn’t like them. The day before, you’d pushed your chair next to his and drawn circles into his arm the entire workday (while, impressively, still managing to finish your assigned consults). 

“There’s a common theme, I think, when she’s angry. She’s usually uncomfortable. I’ve started to go through a checklist,” Spencer says. He sounds guilty. 

“I think it’s a good idea. I noticed you’ve been keeping candy in your bag.” Hotch laughs. Spencer joins in. 

“Just the essentials.” 

Hotch doesn’t doubt that you’re on every prenatal vitamin you could ever need, that Spencer has researched pregnancy from the latest journals to the very rarest myths. He has no doubt that you’re well taken care of. You’re going to be fine. Spencer has no need to worry about you. Hotch might have cause to worry about Spencer, though. 

“Reid, I’ll tell you a secret. It might not work for you, but it worked for me.” 

Spencer holds his hands together. “What is it?” 

“The next time you want her to slow down,” —Hotch lays it out carefully, without judgement for you or any private teasing, just genuine care for the both of you— “you can distract her with the baby.” 

“I’ve tried that,” Spencer says. “She tells me I’m worrying.” 

“Not about the baby’s health. If she thinks everything is alright, it likely is. I mean about the future.” Spencer doesn’t seem to understand. Hotch searches for an example. “Baby shoes, clothes. I once calmed Hayley down from an hours-long meltdown by telling her I thought Jack would have her eyes.” 

“That works?” 

“It’s probably much nicer for her to have you encouraging positive thoughts than negative,” he says gently. 

“I guess I worry too much.” 

“Not too much, Reid. I’m just telling you what worked for me. When it’s over, you’ll miss it. A few years later.” 

They smile. Hotch watches with a distinct fatherly pride as Spencer retreats down into the bullpen where you stand talking animatedly to Anderson. You’ve been on your feet all day, in kitten heels no less, and you look tired but not unhappy. 

Spencer joins you for a while. You show no signs of moving. Hotch figures he’ll give Spencer time to act on his advice and goes back to his paperwork, losing track of time, ignoring the beep of his watch that signals lunch time. 

He finishes his paperwork a little while after. 

“I wonder what she'll have,” he hears Spencer saying. 

“She’ll have my hands,” you insist suddenly, your voice floating up the steps. You’ve always had one of those tones that attracts attention, even when you aren’t shouting. “Don’t girls often get their mom’s hands? And their dad’s noses?” 

He’s expecting Spencer to cite an article on genetic lottery, but he doesn’t. He sounds the polar opposite of how he’d panicked in Hotch’s office. “I think so. I got my mom’s hands, too. She had short nail beds.” A pause. Hotch glances out the window to find you sitting in Spencer’s chair, a sandwich laid out in two halves on a napkin, a tray of vegetable batons in your hands where they rest on your bump. “I hope she has your everything.” 

You lift your chin. Spencer taps your noses together. 

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks hopefully. 

“Yes, please. Anything you’re having.” 

Hotch isn’t smug, exactly, but he is admittedly very pleased at the outcome of his advice. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[aprillikesthings]

Things about boobs that everyone should know

Because I just keep finding out people don't know these things!

Most boobs "sag."

Actually, on that note: very very few people have the stereotypically perfect breasts that are round and perky and don't touch your ribcage/belly. Here is an entire gallery of non-sexualized, perfectly normal breasts. Here is another one, but in one image. There's an incredible range of size and shape!

Also related: very few people fit those molded foam-cup bras. Because very few people have a boob that shape. "Then why are those kinds of bras everywhere??" Because they're cheap to make and they hide your nipples.

Your "armpit fat" is probably not armpit fat. It is probably your tail of spence, and you have lymph nodes there. Some people have a bigger or smaller tail of spence, and it has very little to do with how fat you are or how big your boobs are. (Some bras can press on it or pinch it uncomfortably, like balconettes.)

When you lie on your back, your boobs will go into your armpits. That is true of EVERYONE WITH BOOBS, with the exception of some implants. Boobs are squishy! This also means that like, lying on your side will cause them to flop over. If that's uncomfortable when you're trying to sleep, there is such a thing as "sleep bras."

Lots of people's boobs get bigger and/or painful before their period starts. Some people gain an entire cup size every month.

Whether or not you wear bras has no effect on "sagging." The one "study" on this that was written about everywhere extremely badly done. The one exception: If you do the kind of exercise that has you jumping around/jogging a lot, and you don't wear a supportive-enough bra, it's possible you can injure the cooper's ligaments. But also: that would hurt, a lot.

Bras also have no effect on whether you get breast cancer.

Everyone has one boob that's bigger than the other. It's just a matter of degree.

The size of your boobs has nothing to do with whether or not you've had sex???? I'm stunned that there are people that believe this, but I've heard multiple people say they had relatives who absolutely believed this--refused to buy teenagers the correct size bra because "only sluts wear D-cups," or insisted a thirteen-year-old was "fast" because of breast growth during puberty...good lord.

It's possible for AMAB people to breast-feed--they have the same mammary glands AFAB people do! Some hormonal issues can cause people (both AFAB and AMAB) who haven't given birth to lactate, but also there's a few cases where transgender women have been given the same hormones that AFAB people's bodies make during pregnancy/lactation, and voila! Breast milk!

(I very intentionally didn't go into bra sizing with this post, but yes, if you hate your bras, you are probably wearing the wrong size and/or style for you. That's a much more finicky topic though, so I'm just going to point out that the letter doesn't mean anything about boob size by itself, D isn't big, and Victoria's Secret's "fittings" are garbage. For more info, go to the subreddit for r/abrathatfits, or try their size calculator.)

#my posts #how the fuck do I tag this #without making it look like adult content??? #I'm just. #not going to. #but plz do reblog! #don't leave any transphobic or body-shaming nonsense in the notes tho okay? okay

[pvrkacciosan]

Kicks and Kisses

Summary: After the readers run-in with Xaden's training methods, Bodhi isn't in any rush to let her back on them defenseless so takes it upon himself to teach her a few things.

(Breaks and Bruises Part 2)

Pairing: Bodhi Durran X Marked Fem! Reader

Word Count: uncounted

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, fighting training, Mature language content

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With the valiant help from a group of young healers you were released from the prescribed rest, and were able to get yourself back up and moving within a week.

You were still tender but your breathing wouldn't cut out on you and the blinding pain was no longer erupting behind your eyes rendering you useless in ever sense.

But still Bodhi had refused to let you return back to your own dorm in that time. Even when you had a perfectly good bed there.

Those beds are un-comfy and you know it.

You rolled your eyes at Asra, whether she could sense your attitude, you were hopeful she couldn't,

I don't understand why he won't let me go back to my own bed. That chair can't be very comfortable. You stared at the chair positioned on the far side of the room, the one Bodhi had been sleeping in whilst you took his bed. You didn't understand why you were entertaining such topics of conversation with her. Talking with Asra had always come naturally, like a sister you could confine in, and the subject of Bodhi Durran left your chest feeling warm in a rather pleasant way.

So Invite him into the bed with you.

It wasn't difficult for you to sense every dripping pulse of Asra's amusement, you gawked at her words in your head.

I can't do that. Won't it be awkward You couldn't help but contemplate the outcome.

Don't be foolish girl. You're a dragon rider, start acting like it. If you want something you might just start acting like that Riorson boy, heys taken the silver one to bed.

You didn't want to know where she had got that piece of information. But the notion of what she was speaking... There was a difference between asking Bodhi to share his bed and committing to taking him in his bed.

When Asra laughed in your head, you clamped your knees together, trying to ignore the heat that was building there. As you ripped the covers of Bodhi's bed from atop your body, you could't stop the swirling of those blood igniting thoughts. Couldn't decide what you would want more, to have him sleeping in the bed with you, or having him take you in the bed you had come to love.

The quilt scented of him. A deep smell that you hadn't noticed the first night you slept, it lingered on everything in this room.

His scent has been all over you. Asra's voice in your head, you only assumed she was referring to when you had gone flying yesterday, trying to ease yourself back into training once you got the all clear from the healers.

Bodhi and Cuir had flown with you both yesterday, positioning himself slightly below you, to catch you should you fall off Asra's back.

I would have caught you. Asra's voice was dripping with some tone you couldn't place, Laughing lightly in your own head you shot it down the bond. She didn't respond beyond that of a gentle huff.

Closing up the wall between you. Moving to begin gathering ouself from the room. Bodhi was supposed to meet you down at the mats for an initial round of training, trying to strengthen the muscles and reconditioning them to get back to what they had once been.

And as usual, you were running late. At least you could use the excuse of your lingering injuries. They weren't as painful, just uncomfotable. Especially your shoulder, a mender had reattached many of the tendsons and ligaments in your shoulder, but you still have only light movement in the joint.

Moving down through the halls, you rounded into the training room. The mats laid out as per usual, there were a couple cadets scattered around each pair training away from one another in private lessons.

Strolling in softly you glanced around and spotted two famiar bodies. Sauntering closer you watched them, matching hit for powerful hit on one another.

Bodhi and Xaden often never sparred with each other. Garrick was the usual go-to. The third boy was on the side of the mat, arms folded as he watched the cousins spar. You moved to stand beside the giant.

"Hey Y/n" He offered you a small smile.

At the sound of your names, Bodhi glanced up, un-focusing the fight at hand. It landed him a stiff jaw from the next punch Xaden landed. Blinking to look you over once, Bodhi dodged out the way of his cousins next hit.

You watched from the side returning Garrick's smile with one of your own before turning back unaware of the excited glances Garrick was switching between you and Bodhi.

"Garrick.," Bodhi warned as he dodged a swing from Xaden before getting a punch in at the Wingleader's ribs.

You glance questioningly up at the boy beside you, Garrick coughed, covering his smirk with a hand.

"They are sparring to burn off...Pent up...emotions"

You frowned at him, that definitely was not what Garrick was entertaining in his thoughts. You squinted at him before glancing to watch Bodhi swing hard and fast for Xaden. What Bodi lacked in size against his cousin and Garrick he surely made up for in speed. His exposed muscles rippling with each movement. Your gaze zones in on the sweat gleaming, coating every inch of his skin.

What it would be like to have his body pressed against you own on that bed, having him above or below you, At each others mercy.

You're drooling

You went to snip back at Asra but she hid behind your mental shield straight after her own words.

Paranoia took hold, Twisting away from Garrick slightly you wiped at your lower lip and chin with the back of your hand. You weren't but you still sense Asra's lingering amusement at your sudden panic.

Turning back to watch, Xaden and Bodhi panting hard as they finally parted from one another on the mat. Bodhi gave Xaden's shoulder a rough shoves but they were both smiling as they stepped back.

Xaden initially avoided your gaze. You hadn't seen the Wingleader since the day of your injury. Besides once when he had tried to come see you. Bodhi had refused to let him in then and you could still recall the sound of them arguing outside the bedroom door.

He tried now to get out of the way, Slipping from the room. Bodhi folded his arms across his chest clearing his throat, Xaden froze. Pivoting to meet your stare.

"Y/n I'm sorry for putting you on that mat" His tone was so awkward even you didn't know what exactly to say. Bodhi rose his eyebrows when Xaden cast him a sidelong glance.

The Wingleader sighed, "It was clear you didn't want to fight, I shouldn't have made you and it won't happen again"

Bodhi was grinning like an idiot in your direction when Xaden finally rose back to his full height. Bodhi watching you intently, waiting for you to acknowledge his efforts in making his cousin apologize. Something about the way he smiled at you made the strings in your heart cinch. Asra slide into your mind, her presence alone snapping you from watching Bodhi.

Glancing to Xaden, "I'm fine Xaden. I'm alive am I not?" The Wingleader waited. Attention flicking to Bodhi, You warily followed his stare. A muscle beneath Bodhi's eyes twitched, Garrick caught it after seeing the expression on your own face. Spinning himself into the middle of the two and clasped Xaden roughly on one shoulder.

"Right we're off to find your opponent from that day. Try and make sure Imogen hasn't gutted the girl for her slander against you" Garrick's usually stoic face was set in a grin, you had a feeling he might sooner set Imogen on the girl first before saving her hide.

Garrick and Xaden stalked from the mats, leaving the room entirely within a few long strides,

When you turned back to obverse Bodhi, heat bloomed in your cheeks to find him already watching you.

"Right" He shook his head, these dark curls shaking to cover his brow bone. "Let's get started."

After running through a quick warm up with him your skin had already formed up quite a sweat. Many of the other cadets had vacated the training room, probably to attend to other daily duties.

Bodhi had been wary of your shoulder joint and coached you through each movement, sometimes he would place a hand against your body to steady the off balance the injuries had given you and It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.

Moving off the mat to grab a quick drink of water you tried to organise the shambling thoughts which flushed your flesh to the core.

"We will move onto some evasion techniques and manoeuvrers to get yourself out of someone's grip."

You nodded, taking a quick final gulp of the water, evasion and defensive practise that would be fine. You had done this before.

You turned to move back onto the mat when your thoughts finally processed what you were getting yourself into. There was only a few ways to actively practise these sorts of manoeuvrers . Ones that involved lots of bodily contact.

You blinked as Bodhi shook his muscles, rolling each of his joints, The silence prompted him to look up

"I won't bite" there was a boyish smirk gracing his lips, it was an expression you had seen on him for years since knowing each other, often when causing mischief. The only form of consistency it offered you now was that it caused your heart to hammer harder against your ribs.

Pull yourself together. You were reducing yourself to no better than a teenage boy seeing a women naked for the first time in his life. Sighing deeply you moved onto the mat.

Bodhi stilled hands clasping together, allowing you to come closer, he watched carefully, assessing you.

"How is your shoulder feeling?"

Prompted by his question you rolled the ball and socket joint, easing deeper into the muscle there. They ached slightly but nothing more beyond overexerting the shoulder.

"All good" smiling softly you ignored the joint focusing now as Bodhi began to prepare himself.

"We are going to start with something simple. If someone tries to grab you from the front."

He waited for you to nod before continuing, "I'm going to grab for you and all you have to do is get me off you. We will critique everything once we've gone through every scenario "

He didn't wait for your acknowledgement now, unprepared you stepped back when both of Bodhi's hands came up towards you. As his body followed through your own muscle memory kicked in, grabbing his right wrist you jammed a thumb into the pulse point there and twisted— hard.

Bodhi let loose a grunt as he moved with the twisting limb, following so you wouldn't break his arm entirely. You only let go once his limb was flush unnaturally against his back.

"Good." He turned shaking his wrist lightly "That was perfect. Could be a little quicker with your reaction time, but we will work on that in our next session"

You nodded, worriedly glancing at his wrist perhaps you had been too forceful.

"This time we are going to run with the scenario that I actually got a hold on you"

Bodhi closed the gap separating you both, slowly raises his hands, hesitating with them hovering your body, noting their destined locations you gave Bodhi the go ahead. He rests his hand on your left shoulder the other at the base of your neck.

"Right.." Bodhi cleared his throat, "I'm going to pretend to be trying to push you back as if to get you.. against a wall. Get out of my grip."

Nervous, you glance at him, he offers an encouraging smile, nodding softly you tried desperately to ignore as his grip squeezes lightly against you body, try to ignore the pander of heartbeats that flutter in you.

When Bodhi began to push back you resisted, planting a foot behind to stabilise the weight of you. The muscles in the back of the leg stretching with the pressure. The result of Bodhi pushing you however; his hand pushing into your windpipe, slowing the flow of air to you with dizzying affect and not from the lack of oxygen.

Relaxing the breaths you took, You made quick work of trying to lessen his grip. Pressing your finger into his wrist's pulse point.

"Find somethinng new. That's not going to work a second time"

Frustration grew like a building short circuit. You knew strength wasn't your biggest fighting factor, it was instinct at this point born and bred as a female to go for a man's weakest point and it was taking everything within your resolve to not kick between his legs.

Pressure point began quizzing through your mind. Bodhi watches as your eyes flicked across his body ravaging at the sight of your attention on him. Felt the heat of it across every inch of his aching skin, tensioned for the need of touch, your touch. You were simply looking for his weaknesses, ones you could reach from the position you were currently in.

Shifting your weight into the side he held a hand to your throat, you rammed your thumb under his arm, nail digging into the soft flesh there.

Bodhi loosens his grip enough for you to duck under the other arm and release yourself. Bouncing back on the balls of your feet, you teetered towards the edges of the mat.

Bodhi rounded with a smirk, shooting a quick wink your way, "Atta Girl." The genuine pride and excitement in his tone made your cheeks flush.

Any focus you had fought to obtain since the beginning of this session slipped entirely away from you in that second. Shallow breathing, you shook yourself off the rising tension with it.

"Again." Bodhi gestured you back for the middle of the mat, "This time I'm coming at you from behind"

The air hauled in your throat, gulping quickly and moving back to the centre. Bodhi stepped up behind you.

He gave you even less warning. Albeit you could have used one this time unexpecting of his arms to latch themselves around your torso.

You needed to focus, focus on getting yourself out of his hold, but the only thing swirling in your mind was how close his body now was to yours, you could feel the rippling warm muscles on his chest against your back.

His arms tightened and you gasped lightly when you felt the sensation of his palm brush up the side of your breast, the material of your clothing ruffling as he righted his grip

A pulse of fresh warmth coursed through you, blooming from your core. It was almost painful as the material brushed the peak of your nipple.

If this was how your body reacted to his unintentional intimate touches you could only imagine what he might do to you intentionally.

Nerves rippled against him. You needed to get your shit together, but. . .

"You seem distracted." the heat of his breath fanned your neck when he whispered the words against the shell of your ear, close enough you swore on your life that was his lips brush the curve.

There was a smugness in his tone. That bastard, was he potentially... teasing on purpose to distract you? You swallowed a scoff. Two could definitely play at this game.

Grabbing his elbow you made an attempt to lift his arm up over your head, the well tones limb didn't move, but you couldn't resist the smile, for it was a cover up.

Rolling your hips and pushing you ass back against him. With the shared closeness he had created you heard his breath stuttered behind your ear and felt his pulse skyrocket.

Who was the distracted one now, driving the heel of your foot into the top of his, you heard the oxygen whoosh into his lungs as he hissed. Elevating the foot ever so slightly.

You wouldn't have the strength to throw him over your shoulder but if he was off balance as he was now. Gripping both hands as far up his arm as you could reach you twisted sharply into his unbalanced side.

Feeling his weight falling against you own you planted both legs to limit the chance of you falling too.

When Bodhi hit the ground you were diligent, moving quickly while he stunned to recall his senses.

Swinging one leg you planted yourself above him to pin him below you.

There was a second were you hadn't thought, just did. Hadn't realised what you were doing until you did it. Hadn't realised you now straddled his waist, hadn't realised you might have miscalculated the extent of your teasing until you felt the growth hardening beneath your ass.

Bodhi blinked at you in wild surprise as though he too now realised what had been done.

Had he not been thinking just as you hadn't? Simply following movements and feelings that felt so inheritable right until there was an irreversible shift between you both. Bodies welded together from where you sat atop him.

Every nerve in you was jackhammering in your heart, blood thrumming against your hearing. An unmistakable ache was growing between your legs, one which could and would lead to decisions you knew were irreversible.

Perhaps Bodhi had been teasing you simply to district, there was nothing attached to that. No emotion or feeling.

Foolish girl. You hadn't realised Asra had been listening into your thoughts, Had failed to notice she had lowered her shield. Is that how distracted Bodhi had made you?

You went to move from his lap, but Bodhi groaned, the sound low and guttural from deep at the back of his throat, head falling back with his eyes squeezing shut. Without looking his hand found your thigh, squeezing to hold you in place,

"Don't move." The guttural throaty sound in his voice blinded your every sense, glancing to his veined hand you couldn't rip your attention away until Bodhi blinked at you startled, a muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened.

Within the next second you attempted to lift yourself back off him, in one swift movement, Bodhi pushed himself up with a hand behind him. Using the grip on your leg to keep you on top of him, the positions now pushing you to sit further onto his growing erection.

It wasn't until he rightened himself that Bodhi released his grip only to move it across your body, you felt it clasp the back of your neck as he leaned closer pulling you with him and wasted no more time of colliding his lips with yours.

You stilled, stunned as his lips moved against your own, Asra's presence stroking against your mind prompting you from the stupor, her rebuilding her shield was enough of a hint and approval.

Softening your tense muscles you wrapped both arms to encircle around his shoulders, pulling your chest closer to his. Letting one hand slip to cup the back of his head. Fingers threading his dark curls.

Bodhi continued denying himself breath as he smiled, feeling you finally give in. Letting yourself match him. Giving and receiving the hot kisses, fast and swift.

They continued, hungry for more. Starved for the touch of one another. It was a sensation you didn't know you wanted — needed.

The heat encased between your bodies made your heart hammer into overdrive, Lifting your weight and then lowering it with a roll of your hips, causing friction against the now obvious erection beneath you.

Bodhi exhaled sharp and hot against your mouth, pulling from your lips. Once more his eyes squinted shut, brow furrowed.

You couldn't pry your attention away. The expression on his face alone set you emotions spiralling. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure rolled into one.

Wiggling your ass down, Bodhi groaned louder this time. His eyes snapped open to level with your own, within that hungry fire that was beginning to demand more of you: a desire you would happily indulge.

Even within that burning, there was still a softness to Bodhi, he was still the same man you grew up with, a comfort you had come to depend on.

He grinned as he watched you, eyes flicking to scan every inch of your face. You shivered as Bodhi dragged a hand across you collar bone, up your neck to cup the line of your jaw. Thumb rubbing into your now swollen lower lip.

He leaned so close once more that you now shared a combined airspace.

"We shouldn't continue" the smirk growing on his lips said more. The growing heat within you was answer enough, rubbing a hand into his jaw, for the thrill of it you shook you head leaning closer still. "We shouldn't"

Tightening your grip at the back of his head, fingers twisting into a strand of hair, Bodhi dipped his head to yours, lips a whisper apart.

"Kiss me again" His voice turned throaty, the blood in you warming at his touch, "Please" the shift in his tone was astonishing.

Giving yourself over, leaning to rejoin him, a coil of tension grew in the core of your chest. You kissed him fully, Pulling Bodhi into you.

Bodhi broke the connection after a second, "Atta girl" he was already smirking by the time he kissed you again.

That coil continued to tighten. This was an irreversible decision, this pairing. It could easily cleave you in two.

But this moment as Bodhi began to lower his kisses flowing down the column of your throat, you couldn't bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

#fourth wing imagine #fourth wing #fanfiction #bodhi durran x reader #bodhi durran #xaden riorson #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #fanfiction writing #booktok #iron flame #garrick tavis #rebecca yarros #iron flame by rebecca yarros #books #book tumblr #fourth wing fanfic

[necroflame]

Hell is Other People – Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: As the night draws to an end, so does the last semblance of your freedom.

Warnings: Implied dv, possessive behaviour

🦇gill – "Wanted to post a little something so this drabble is a filler between my next longer fic hehe, happy valentines! 💘 (or not if you're in the same boat as me lmao)"

Why are you still here?

It was well into the evening and the venue only continued to grow more compact and cacophonous. The hors d'oeuvres now lay cold and discarded atop the piano case and the fizz of your drink was reduced to a dull static that weighed heavily on the base of your stomach.

By now you should be retreating to someplace quiet. Preferably four white walls where he could do as pleased without the watchful eyes of Kildare and you could finally drop your shoulders and rest. 

A phantom ache blossoms throughout the ligaments attached to your wrist as his grip tightens elsewhere. 

Rafe hated these gatherings, so then why are you still here?

As if the cloud of your confusion drifted over to him, he glanced down at you with a small smirk – knowing – rubbing his thumb over your waist. He smelt nice tonight, a faint musk that reached some deep, primal part of you. As his dynamic maw descended upon your neck, you resisted the urge to nuzzle into those well-built arms, capable of much more than lifting heavy weights and rocking your feeble body to sleep. 

Had it always been this hot?

“What's that look for?" His derisive tone was buried beneath a playful lilt. There was something unspoken, a cryptic message for you to decipher; 'you're much prettier when you smile.' 

The man he was speaking to now shifted his focus to you. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, suit tailored to accommodate an impressive beer gut that threatened to pop the seams of his taut trousers. He took your hand, sincerity flashing across his muddy irises. His fingers were soft and unmarred in comparison to Rafe's calloused skin. 

You did not recognise this man at all. 

“Charlotte and I were worried when Rafe told us you’d been unwell," Why didn’t you reach out, then? "But I must say, you look rather radiant tonight."

“That’s very kind of you.” A squeeze, warning. “I’ve been feeling much better recently, Rafe always takes such good care of me."

You patted his lapels, glancing up in search of approval. He simply pursed his lips– a promising sign –and his chest rumbled in praise when you planted your supple lips to the corner of his mouth.

Something was very wrong. 

This was confirmed by Topper and Kelce who were acting just as strange as the man beside you. They remained seated at the round tables adjacent to the polished floor, mingling with a few Kook women you knew had a penchant for trouble and powdery substances. When his piercing blue eyes pinned you from across the room, Topper sent you a wink. 

"Rafe—."

You were cut off by the echo of a silver colliding with glass. Ward made his way onto the small podium, garnering the attention of the entire room.

"Rafe," Your voice reduced to a whisper, desperate for him to assuage your brimming anxiety, but even still he shushed you, gaze not once faltering from his father. 

"Now, I'd like to applaud everyone in this room for a fantastic effort tonight," Your glossy eyes flitted around desperately. It was as though everyone was in a trance, and a sheen of confusion ebbed over your frame. Could they not sense something was wrong?

"With your help, we were able to raise just under five hundred thousand dollars for the Safe Horizon Foundation, which is just outstanding."

The room erupted into applause. 

"Think about all the women and children, potential victims of the future, you have helped save!"

Another wave of claps, this time more ferocious. Rafe's grip tightened, hauling you into his side. Your hip made contact with the jagged edge of something– sharp and painful – and you hissed. 

"But there is another big announcement to be made," 

A twisted grimace contorted your features as you glanced up at the blonde who was now staring right back at you. The glint in his eyes was a familiar one; haughty, revelling in victory and gloating in his ownership of you.  

“My son…” Ward's speech was drowned out by the stutter of your heart as it did frightened little flips beneath your ribs. It was as though your blood had mimicked your state of shock, frozen in panic and struggling to course through your veins.

Rafe reached into his pocket, removing a sleek black box. It was simple in its design, not overly flashy but very telling. 

“I’ve been thinking…it’s about time we got married.”

All focus shifted to you – don't forget to smile – and he tore himself from your desperate clutch. The crowds parted for him as he trekked toward the podium. 

“Come up here, son.” 

He threw one last look over his shoulder, a final dig at your impending defeat. I won, it said and you'd never been much of a believer in fate until it stared right back at you.

#dark rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #obx drabble #rafe x reader #Rafe Cameron drabble #dark fic #obx #outer banks x reader #dark obx #dark rafe thoughts #dark rafe x reader

[nochukoo97]

injured ⚽️

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Summary: Your boyfriend, the well known soccer player on the school’s team, doesn’t listen to your advice, and ends up badly injured after playing a match.

Word count: 1k+

Your boyfriend was famous for being the star soccer player for the school’s soccer team, and you were extremely proud of him for all his achievements. But this round you are slowly losing your patience with your stubborn boyfriend, trying to get him to be reasonable with himself.

“Babe, your ligament in your leg is hurting, the doctors say you have to rest at least a week or two if not you will tear it!” You argue back, frowning at Jungkook who had been persistent on playing the match tomorrow. “But baby, you don’t understand, tomorrow’s the finals, I have to play!” He raises his volume as he rubs at his temples in frustration.

You two have been going at it for an hour already, and you were on the verge of just yelling at your boyfriend about how unreasonable he was being. You understood that soccer meant a lot to him and playing tomorrow was important, but his health was the first priority, so why wouldn’t he listen?

You sigh as you sit amongst the audience in the stadium, watching your boyfriend warm up on the field with his teammates watching him anxiously. They all knew of his injury but no matter how much they had tried to convince him, being the stubborn boy he is, Jungkook pushed away all of their comments and got on the field.

The game begins and all you can do is anxiously watch your boyfriend run with the ball, bumping into a few players here and then, which obviously made your heart drop for a second in fear he might fall and injure himself further. Jungkook has scored three goals so far, and as much as you are happy and proud of him, you can’t help your mind going crazy worrying for your boyfriend’s safety.

It’s about five minutes before the game ends and Jungkook’s team needs to score one more goal before winning the match. The air is intense and so is your boyfriend, who is currently running at full speed, chasing his opponent who is currently in possession of the ball.

The crowd cheers as Jungkook manages to steal the ball from his opponent, dribbling the ball between his feet towards the goal post. The whole stadium watches in suspension as your boyfriend lifts his leg, kicking the ball towards the net.

The crowd bursts into loud cheers and celebrations as Jungkook scores the final goal right before the whistle blows, but you only gasp as you watch your boyfriend fall to the ground, hands grasping at his leg in pain as he groans. The medic on the side spots him, and rushes towards him. Soon there was a small crowd of medics and his teammates around Jungkook who was laying on the ground, groaning in severe pain.

“Oh shit, oh shit” You begin to panic as you move your way out of the audience, walking towards the staircase leading downstairs.

By the time you get down the four flights of stairs, Jungkook had already been ushered to a room, where he was getting medical attention. You open the doors of the room as you see your boyfriend hissing and groaning loudly in pain as he clutches onto his leg for dear life. He spots you standing at the doorway and calls out a weak, “Baby..”

You immediately rush towards his side, worried eyes searching his face that was contorted in pain. You brush back his hair from his sticky forehead as you can only watch as Jungkook reaches out for your hand and squeezes it tightly.

He was soon directed to a nearby hospital, where the doctors had told him he was extremely lucky as he was just another tear away from needing surgery. The doctors had put Jungkook in a leg brace and told him to rest for at least four weeks, to which Jungkook gasped and frowned at.

“I told you, you should have listened to me, now you won’t be able to play for so long,” You sigh as you push your boyfriend’s hair out of his face. Jungkook just sulks in response, hand reaching out to yours as he grasps it tightly. “Sorry, that I didn’t listen to you earlier, I guess you were right,” He mumbles after a period of silence. You smile as you lean down to peck your boyfriend on the lips, and then pull back.

Jungkook sees you pulling back, to which he grabs your shirt, pulling you closer, and locking his lips with yours for a longer kiss. You laugh as you break the kiss, “Still got the energy to kiss your girlfriend huh?” He just smiles back at you before the doctors return, walking through the door of the room.

“Here’s a wheelchair, I would suggest that for the first week, try sitting in the wheelchair before moving on the crutches.” The doctor explains as he points towards the wheelchair sitting in the corner of the room. Jungkook nods as the doctors usher him to sit on the wheelchair and then leave the room.

You push your boyfriend back to the car you drove here, helping him get into the passenger seat. “Oh my god, you are so heavy, how am I supposed to do this everyday from now on,” You grunt out as Jungkook leans his full body weight on you for support to get into the car from his wheelchair.

That day you drive back to your shared apartment near your college and you soon became Jungkook’s personal slave.

“Gguk, your leg is the one that is broken, not your hands” You sigh as your boyfriend once again convinces you to hand feed him his dinner as he sits on the couch. He only whines in response as you give into him, scooping another spoonful and bringing it towards his mouth.

You watch as your boyfriend reaches for his laptop on the coffee table, squinting at the screen as he frantically types something into the web browser. “I’m gonna get a gift for you baby,” He mumbles while chewing on his food. You were about to nag at him for talking with his mouth full before he turns the screen to face you, and you burst out in laughter as you saw a “Best Girlfriend Ever” Mug displayed on the screen. You slap Jungkook’s arm as he gives you a grin in response.

You both were so lucky to have each other.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #bts jungkook #jungkook comfort #boyfriend jungkook

[resowrites]

Level Up - oneshot.

Summary: Henry gets a taste of what labour pain feels like when he’s hooked up to a TENS machine…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1323

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Level Up - oneshot.

"So, what do you think? Buttercup Haze or Early Morning Mist?" Henry held up both paint samples as she continued flicking through the booklets spread in front of her.

"Mmm… I think they're both a bit too dark for a nursery."

"Really? Early Morning Mist is just white with a hint of green--"

"Exactly, it looks like bird shit," she sighed. "We'll have to keep looking…"

"Well I need a break, I've been looking at samples for so long I've gone cross-eyed."

"Really? I thought your eyes looked back to normal…" She smirked.

"Very funny. Be back in a tick, just gotta shake the dew off the lily--"

"At least that explains the early morning mist."

"… Bloody hell it's no wonder Dave Chapelle keeps working," she gigged. "And you're having some lunch with me when I get back as well."

"Only if you wash your hands--" but something stopped her mid-sentence. When he glanced across, her eyes were screwed shut and both hands were on her stomach.

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you in pain?!" She nodded quickly, causing Henry to shoot out of his chair and to her side. "Alright darling, just take deep breaths. Now, is it a tightening pain?"

"No… stabbing."

"Okay, and for how long?"

"Just a few seconds." She blew out a breath and Henry could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

"Well, let's get you in the living room so you can lie down. And then I'll call the midwife…" He pulled her up from the chair and guided her carefully onto the sofa in the next room.

"No, I don't think there's any need…" But sitting down caused her to cry out.

"Right, that's it, we're going to the hospital!"

"Henry, relax… it'll pass."

"But you just cried out!"

"Yeah, cos it's round ligament pain! It always gets worse when you move…"

"Are you sure? You don't look the best--"

"Charming…"

"Ollie, be serious, you could be going into early labour!" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly--"

"You're not bleeding or anything are you?"

"No, darling. But you might need to go fetch the TENS machine…"

"The what machine?"

"It looks like the moisture meter you bought when the kitchen flooded… except it's got leads connected to electrodes."

"… Are you sure I can't just use the moisture meter?" She shot Henry a death stare. "Alright, alright! God I was just trying to introduce a bit of levity!" But her death stare remained and he rushed into the kitchen. "Which drawer is it in?"

"Should be the one on the top left…"

"Okay… think I've got it." He jogged back into the living room clutching a thick knot of wires. "Might take me a minute to get all of this untangled--"

"Nope, give it here, by the time you'll be finished I really will be in labour…"

"Hey, I'm not that hopeless!"

"Oh please, you didn't get the Christmas lights untangled till Boxing Day…"

"Well, it's good to see you're not in so much pain you can't still have a go at me!"

"Just give me the bloody wires!" Henry held them aloft.

"Say please…"

"Henry, you give me those wires right now or I'll hook you up to this bloody thing!" He pursed his lips but handed them over all the same.

"I thought it was meant to provide pain relief?"

"It does, but on the higher levels it simulates labour pain."

"Really? What for?" She shrugged.

"To torture idiot husbands, I guess."

"Oh please, I bet I've had shits more painful."

"As reluctant as I am to doubt that, there's no way you'd cope with the pain this dishes out."

"Rubbish, I've run full marathons, had major ligament injuries--"

"Cos both those examples are totally comparable to giving birth…"

"I'm not saying it isn't painful, just that it's a bit exaggerated."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, pass it over and I'll show you."

"You'll have to wait your turn, I'm growing a baby with its dad's big nose and it's making my tummy hurt…"

"How do you know you're not hurting because its arse is growing like yours?" The death stare returned, followed by a smirk.

"Fine. If you really think you're up to it, stick these to the base of your stomach…" Henry lifted up his shirt and wriggled his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and attached both electrodes. "By the way, you'll want to sit or lie down for this."

"Nonsense, it can't be that bad." She smiled again and hastily turned on the machine. He stayed standing but quickly began giggling. "Hey, that tickles! Oh my God, is this what all the fuss is about? You women--" but the expression on Henry's face soon changed and he swallowed hard.

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing…"

"Are you sure? You're not in pain are you?" He took a deep breath and tried to stand straighter.

"Nah, it's more of a pleasant warming sensation actually…"

"Oh, I must not have it high enough." She pressed the top arrow on the little machine several more times. Henry was now biting his lip. "How's that?"

"Mhmm…"

"Sorry, what was that?"

"S'fine."

"Really?" He nodded but began shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, I must say I'm impressed. I usually can't go beyond that level. Let's go a little higher…" Henry's eyes went wide before quickly screwing shut. In just seconds he was bent over. "How're you doing now?" Henry didn't need to look at her to know she was grinning. He started taking deeper breaths.

"Yeah… a bit… intense… but… nothing… I… can't… handle."

"Wow, I guess you really are tougher. We're not at the higher levels yet though…" Henry's head shot up.

"What?! How… much… more?" He squeaked out.

"Well, let's see…" Gleefully, she pressed the button a couple more times. Henry cried out and collapsed to the floor. He hugged his knees and rocked from side to side, though it provided little relief. "Ready to give up?"

"… No!" In response, she pressed the button again and the machine even started to hum its output was so high. Henry screamed.

"What about now?" By that time he was curled into a ball, unable to answer at first. "Darling? Blink if you want me to stop." Henry's eyes squeezed shut. "Darling was that a blink or are you having a seizure?" He rolled onto his back and started groaning. "We'll go higher then, yeah?"

"NO!!!"

"Are you sure?"

"YES, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!!!"

"Are you going to apologise for your earlier remarks about women?"

"NOWWWWWW!!!"

"Well, are you?!"

"YES, YES JUST TURN IT OFF!"

"Apologise first."

"I'M SORRYYYYYY!!!" She smiled and switched the machine off. All Henry could do was lay panting in the middle of the living room floor. "Jesus Christ… I'm actually sweating!"

"Really? Cos I'm actually feeling a lot better…" He slowly climbed to his feet, clutching his stomach as he did so.

"By God woman, what level did you have it on really?!" Henry slumped beside her and grabbed the machine. "Oh my God, you were nowhere near finished!"

"Exactly, now imagine a higher level of the pain you just felt, for possibly days on end. Still think labour's a piece of piss?" To his credit, he looked genuinely contrite.

"I'm so sorry, darling. And I'm sorry that's what you have to go through just to bring our baby into the world…" Henry looked down sadly and she cupped his face, placing a kiss on one sweaty cheek.

"It's alright, love. But that's why I need you by my side, helping me through it--"

"Well rest assured, I'm going to do everything I can! Though by the time you're done with me, I'll probably need pain relief as well…" She took his hand and placed a kiss on top of it. "No different than any other day, then." They smirked at each other and shared a kiss.

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine

[talkethtothehandeth]

I just remembered that I went into the ER last year for suspected appendicitis (to the point where the doctor had me in the ct machine immediately after an iv was placed) and after looking at things he said “maybe you had a cyst that ruptured? 🤷🏻”

And today, many months later, I just learned that any rupturing cyst should be considered dangerous, and some especially so because an infected one can cause sepsis and all this man had for me was “there’s not too much blood in your abdomen” and he didn’t give me anything more than toradol— when he suspected either an organ or an organ’s ornament was ruptured or actively rupturing, he only gave me fucking toradol and that was expected to have helped (it didn’t, and morphine didn’t touch my pain the second time in the ER).

What the fUCK

(Also it was endometriosis ((which took seven fucking years to diagnose)) and I did have a perfectly round cyst on my ligament, for decor)

Double also, he said everything was fine and didn’t tell me about the findings of arthritis in my hip!! Like god dammit would you PLEASE

#personal #cw periods #I do not like most male providers #endometriosis #dysmenorrhea #chronic pain #chronic illness #disabled #cripple punk #chronically ill #ehlers danlos syndrome

[the-exercist]

In honor of my daughter turning two months old today (Have you wondered where I've been? That's the big reason I'm so offline), here's my rendition of:

Things They Don't Tell You About Pregnancy, Labor, and Postpartum Life

Because we typically don't get to hear about a lot of the nitty gritty and, even as someone who took pain to educate herself beforehand, many of these things took me by surprise. Pregnant folk deserve to be prepared for the road ahead.

Pregnancy:

We start counting the age of a fetus at your last menstrual cycle, meaning that you are already two weeks pregnant on the day of conception

You will continue to get "period cramps" throughout pregnancy. This is because your uterus is expanding, and that muscle stretch does not feel good.

You may also experience round ligament pain, which is an incredibly sharp pain around your groin due to your ligaments stretching. I would get it if I moved too quickly or sneezed, and the pain would knock the wind out of me.

You are recommended against sleeping on your back while pregnant. In addition to being dangerous for the fetus, due to putting pressure on a major blood vessel, it can make you feel horribly nauseous and light headed. Get used to side sleeping.

Nasal congestion during pregnancy is a thing. Your nasal passages may constrict to the point that you have difficulty breathing during certain parts of the day.

You will be peeing frequently even before the fetus is large enough to press on your bladder. Since your body is producing extra blood, your kidneys have more to filter, so you will be visiting the bathroom way more often right from the start

Labor and Aftermath (C-section):

Cervical checks, where your doctor uses their fingers to measure how dilated you are, are very painful in the beginning but get easier as labor progresses.

You cannot actually induce labor. All of those old wives tricks, like curb walking or having sex, will only induce contractions. So engaging in them will likely only prolong your pain without making the baby come any sooner.

A side effect of the epidural is uncontrollable shaking. It hits right as the epidural wears off and can last for several hours, making it difficult to use your hands

You may not be physically able to pee after getting a c section. Your body loses the ability to control those muscles, leading to urinary retention that can last for a few hours or even a day or two. Even once you can pee again, your body may lose the sense of urinary urgency for a week or more, meaning you can't feel if you have to use the bathroom.

Congrats, you're still getting intense "period cramps." This time, it is your uterus contracting back to it's original size. The cramps get worse while breastfeeding.

IVs pump you so full of liquids that you may experience severe edema, aka foot swelling. This can last roughly two weeks and can reach the point that you can feel your feet sloshing around when you walk.

Postpartum:

Breastfeeding hurts. Your nipples may get torn up, but even so, the latch itself can feel like you are getting stabbed. For the first ~4 weeks, I had to take a deep breath, brace myself, and power through the sharp pain.

The "Let Down" also hurts/aches. This is when your milk releases and begins to flow. It may happen after the baby latches or randomly during the day and then your shirt is suddenly dripping wet. It feels like your boob muscles are stretching.

Lochia is your bloody discharge afterward. It can last for weeks, and it's worth wearing postpartum diapers to deal with it.

Keep taking your stool softeners even after you're all healed up. Breastfeeding can cause constipation.

You can get pregnant again right away, even if you haven't had your period yet. Breastfeeding will not reliably prevent it. Plan your birth control well before you're cleared for sex at six weeks.

Got a question? Want to share another odd tidbit? Add it here!

#pregnancy #birth #postpartum #baby #reproductive health

[writtenonreceipts]

first of all THANK YOU for the prompt list, it is marvelous!!

secondly, i feel like you could do something completely brilliant with #23, Hold my hand, it's almost over.

idk what it is but prompt lists are so fun for me. i'm not the best at them, but i like seeing what i can do with them, lol. i hope they provide some inspiration :)

as for the prompt...how's about some elorcan?

Canon, in which Elide is determined to finally heal her ankle.

Warnings: depictions of extreme pain/distress, mentions of potential miscarriage ~2.4k words

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There Now, Steady Love

Searing hot pain rippled up Elide’s ankle and to her thigh.  It was unlike anything she’d experienced before as it drove not just into her muscles, but her very bones as well.

She screamed around the rag that had been stuffed into her mouth to try and prevent her from waking the dead.  It wasn’t working.  In fact, Elide wondered if calling upon Anneith would be more helpful than the damned rag.  Death sounded like better relief than to keep enduring whatever this was.

“A little longer,” Yrene’s calm voice informed her.

Elide groaned and squeezed her eyes shut.  This was hell.  It had to be.

After over a year of preparatory probing and research, Yrene and Elide had finally determined the best course of action in healing Elide’s damaged ankle.  Yet no amount of work could ready Elide for feeling as though her entire body were being ripped apart sinew by sinew.

The pain wasn’t just limited to her leg.  No.  It extended through every nerve ending, every muscle, every ligament.  It was all she could do to keep from passing out.

“Almost,” Yrene said.  Her voice somehow pierced the clouded haze of Elide’s mind.  The promise of relief was not very comforting right now.

The healing had been long discussed and anticipated ever since Yrene first recommended it.  Even with waiting until after Yrene delivered her baby and had time to regain strength—they’d both been eager to see what they could accomplish on the matter.  And then Elide had been busy rebuilding Perranth and making sure the peerage was settled in their new duties.  Not to mention attempting to tame Lorcan into behaving around the lot of them.  The time just hadn’t been feasible to make this actually happen.

Elide had been waiting years for this and she would endure the pain.  Because once this part of her life was over with—she could truly move on from her past.  Even if she’d come to terms with her parents' deaths and her uncle's treatment of her, Elide knew that being able to walk (for herself) was a stepping stone she needed to pass.

“Alright,” Yrene said, withdrawing her soft hands from Elide’s burning foot.

The relief wasn’t immediate, pain still lanced through her leg and pulsed with each heartbeat, but Elide could finally take a full breath.

“Mala above,” Elide gasped, spitting out the makeshift gag. “Are you sure you gave me enough laudanum?”

“I can’t have you completely delirious,” Yrene reminded her.

It had been a long, arduous discussion especially after Lorcan had gotten involved.

Elide felt a new round of tears prick her eyes as she caught her breath.  Hadn’t she cried enough?  Wasn’t there a point in which the pain would finally numb everything away?  

She looked to the empty stool beside her bed.  She’d wanted this—for Lorcan not to be there.  Even if his magic would have helped her endure the pain.  He would have forced Yrene to stop hours ago and insisted they could go again another day.

Elide loved that brute of a demi-fae but she knew what she wanted.  Still, she had betrayed him in letting him go off with Rowan, Fenrys, and Vaughn for a respite in the mountains.  The males of the court were antsy for something to do other than organize treaties and listen to badgering farmers.  Vaughn had been the only one she’d told about her plans because he was the only one she could trust to keep a secret.

It was the perfect opportunity to start the healing process.

But as Elide rubbed the muscles of her leg and wiped her nose on her shoulder—all she could feel was guilt.  She knew that, despite his protestations, Lorcan wanted to be here for Elide.  He wanted to help her with the pain and recovery.  Elide loved him for it.  Loved him for that ferocity he had.  And she couldn’t help but wish he was there now.  Damn her.

“Are you ready?” Yrene asked as Elide slowly sat up again. “I’ve gotten past the callouses built up on the bones, we can move on to the muscles with more focus.”

Elide cursed.  It already felt like her entire leg had been torn apart, what more could she take.  

Yrene smiled grimly.  Her thick, dark curls spiraled out from beneath her headwrap and sweat stained her brow. “You can do this, Elide.”

“What about you?” Elide prodded. “Regretting your life choices yet?”

“After delivering a seven-pound baby,” Yrene said dryly, “I’m fairly certain I can withstand this.”

Elide snorted a laugh.  She’d helped Yrene when the time came for her delivery, the two having grown close during the war and Elide’s small dabbling’s with healing.  If there was ever a woman who knew strength and endurance it was Yrene Westfall.

“Alright,” Elide finally said.  She grabbed the gag-rag and refolded it. “I’m ready.”

Yrene moved her hands back to Elide’s outstretched legs.  When nothing happened, Elide shifted slightly.

“What?” she asked.

Yrene looked up, her honey gold eyes wary. “Are you sure you don’t want Lorcan here?”

Had her entire body not been thrumming with pain, Elide would have launched out of the bed.  Instead, she settled on a scowl.  When she shifted, her leg hummed with pain that felt like someone were plucking her ligaments like a bowstring.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Elide insisted.  

Even with the guilt in her heart, Elide was still a little mad at Lorcan.  She had no reason to be of course, not really.  She’d known he was fiercely loyal and protective.  Even a year after the events at Skulls Bay, she knew his actions still affected him.  But sometimes the male drove her insane.  

The last time Yrene and Elide were determined to set about the healing had been interrupted when a lady’s maid had made the incorrect assumption that Elide’s courses were late.  Right where Lorcan could hear.

Even with Elide’s continued assurance she wasn’t with child, Lorcan had remained staunchly alert of everything Elide did and insisted they hold off on the healing process.  Her cycles were irregular in any case and there weren’t any of the tell-tale signs of pregnancy.  Besides, she’d simply known.  Perhaps it was terror at the thought of having a baby or simply feeling that it couldn’t be possible.  They’d been careful with tonics and everything.  Not to mention they were not even a year into their marriage—they wanted to wait.  In any case, Lorcan had taken a note out of Rowan’s book and become fussy and overbearing on what could have been.  The effort and bodily fatigue of the healing process simply wouldn’t have made a pregnancy viable.  Elide understood that and if she had been pregnant that first time, she would have agreed with her husband.

“He’s your mate, Elide,” Yrene said, “he could help with this.”

“It’s fine,” Elide insisted.  Her chest seized just a little at the thought.  Her mate.  The person who knew her better than anyone.  She still wasn’t convinced of that fact.  But sometimes when Lorcan looked at her she could feel that thread of love wrapping around her heart.

Yrene pursed her lips.  “You get to deal with the angry demi-fae.”

Elide stuck the rag in her mouth in answer.  She could handle her husband.  She’d waited long enough for her ankle to be healed.

Rolling her eyes, Yrene ran her hands over Elide’s ankle again.  This time the pain came immediately.  A dull ache throbbed in Elide’s ankle.  The heavy pain rolled slowly up her leg settling just above her heel.  It remained there for several seconds before inching up beneath her skin bit by bit.  

Elide fisted her fingers into the sheets of the bed.  It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in a day or else she was convinced she’d make a mess of herself.  The pain worked its way higher up her calf now.  Her muscles were quivering with being rearranged and adjusted like this.

The pain was getting so intense that Elide felt a sharp tug burrow deep in her chest.  Snarling against the gag, she nearly arched off the bed at that.

“Breathe, Elide!” Yrene barked.  The order was laughable.  How the hell could she breathe right now?

As stars burst behind Elide’s eyes and a low hum began in her ears, she was certain she’d passed out.  She couldn’t focus on anything beyond that pain.  She needed her husband.  That much was certain.  Elide could take a hit to her pride at that.  She didn’t care.

And then, just as the thought wormed through her mind—there was a sliver of ease among the hurt.  It was bare, soft and gentle as it soothed over her and Elide could finally suck down a breath.

She didn’t have time to consider what had happened when a large, warm hand curled around hers.

The sense of relief the oozed through Elides muscles was immediate and a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.  She was surrounded by the warm scent of cinnamon and she knew Lorcan was there.

He was saying something, but Elides ears were ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything but remaining conscious.  There was a steady cadence to his words and Elide was certain he was only offering support.  His magic ran along Elide’s body like cool tendrils and more of that deep hurt thrumming in her body disappeared.

“Okay!” Yrene shouted, breaking through the haze of pain in Elides mind.

At once the ache eased and all that was left was Lorcan’s easy magic running over Elide’s leg.

“Mala above!” Elide snarled, spitting the gag out.  She cursed several more times, rolling onto her side, closer to where Lorcan was.

One of his hands went to her cheek running along her jaw and into her hair.  She leaned into his touch, desperate to have him nearby.  When she finally blinked through her tears, Elide looked up to her husband who gazed anxiously down at her.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he murmured.

“You worry too much,” Elide said.  Her words didn’t have as much bravado as she wanted.  Instead, her voice was raspy from screaming.

Lorcan bowed his head down to press his forehead to hers.  His onyx eyes gleamed as he held her gaze.  She could feel the worry and hurt emanating from him.

“I could feel the minute it started,” he told her.  The hand still entwined in her fingers squeezed tightly.  “You scared me before Vaughn told me what you’d planned.”

Elide would whack Vaughn for his betrayal later. For now, she took a shaky breath. “I knew you’d try and talk me out of this.”

Her husband let out an unamused bark. “You are the most stubborn woman I know, Elide.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of this.  But I don’t have to like the pain you’re putting yourself through.”

“I can take it,” she replied.  She frowned up at him, earning a wry chuckle.

Lorcan pressed a kiss to her nose. “I know you can, heart.  But will you please let me help you?”

Taking a few deep breaths, Elide rolled onto her back again and spared a glance to Yrene.  Her friend was pretending to not be listening to them as she took a long drink from a water skein.

“Thank-you,” Elide whispered looking back at her husband.  Lorcan smiled, something soft and far sweeter than she ever saw from her.  Her heart seized at the sight.

Yrene cleared her throat softly. “I see a bit of scar tissue built up along the muscles.  It’s going to take some work to clear up.  But once that’s done, I’m sure it should be a bit easier going forward.”

Sitting up a little bit more against the stack of pillows behind her, Elide nodded stiffly.

“Then let's start.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide wondered how much longer it would take before he climbed up on the bed beside her.  And if she were being honest, Elide wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hold my hand,” Lorcan said, offering his hand once again. “It’s almost over.”

Elide did so, gripping his fingers tighter than before.  She stuffed the gag in her mouth again and braced for the pain again.

…

Elide had no idea how long she’d slept for.  It could have been hours; it could have been days.  All she knew was that when she woke up her leg pulsed with an ache.  

Whimpering, Elide tried to roll on her side.  Tried to because her husband lay next to her with a heavy arm draped over her that prevented her from moving too far.  At the sounds she made, Lorcan stirred.  His arm tightened around her.  His nose nuzzled into her neck and his breath was warm against her skin.

“Elide?” he murmured. “Are you awake?”

The question had her wondering how often she’d spent in a delirium of pain unable to actually speak.

“Regrettably,” she told him.

Lorcan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.  His frown made deep grooves appear on his brow as he considered her words. 

Smiling, Elide raised a hand to smooth over her jaw. “I’m fine.  Don’t worry.”

Her words didn’t convince him as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Are you hungry?” Lorcan asked.

Elide shook her head.  She felt nauseous and was more than willing to lay in bed.

“I just want to stay here,” she said.

Lorcan settled back beside her and pulled her tighter against him. “We can do that.”

His magic was a steady thread around her that Elide could have easily fallen back asleep.

“Thank-you,” she sighed. “For believing in me.”

Humming, Lorcan ran a hand along her side. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It was something I needed to do.”  She said the words softly, carefully.  Lorcan had always given her leave to run the house, run her life, as she saw fit.  He often came to her to ask for advice as well.  Still, she could understand his protective nature.

“I know,” Lorcan said.  He kept up his soothing ministrations along her side. “How’s your leg?”

“Not the best,” Elide admitted.  She nestled into Lorcan though, and sighed. “But you’re here.”

“Always,” he promised, “my heart.”

And that was all she needed.

...

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[mogekoakiko]

Captivity

(The text in English was written with the help of a translator, so I apologize for the errors, I tried to minimize them, but I still apologize. I was inspired by one of the recent answers to questions from @minevn (Kei belongs to them)) THE FANFIC MENTIONS TOPICS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, SUICIDAL TOPICS (?), SELF-VIOLENCE "Honey, I'm going to cook dinner, is there anything you'd like-" Before Kei could finish speaking, he managed to notice how a chair flew towards in him, only to fight off the door protecting Kei. With absolute despair, pain and painfully red eyes from daily hysterics, the girl, not sparing her throat, continued to repeat endless screams "EITHER LET ME GO OR GET AWAY YOU BASTARD!!! PIECE OF SHIT!!! SUB-HUMAN TRASH!!! DIE FUCKING PSYCHO!!!…." With an unreadable face, he just sighed "…You should rest. Screaming like that is bad for your ligaments." Before receiving another round of endless insults from the angry girl, the guy locked the door to go to the kitchen. Normally he wouldn't pick her up in her room, but in her condition it was dangerous for both him and her to let her wander around the house in an uncontrollably upset state. At least a week had passed since Akiko began living with Kei, despite the guy’s hopes and all sorts of attempts to calm her down and force the girl to accept a new life, her condition was not getting better. Everyday attempts to kill, harm himself and him, attempts to escape did not stop. Her face was covered with sweat, tears and sebum, her eyes were swollen and painfully red, her hands, despite Kei's close supervision and care, were covered with bruises, scratches and cuts, especially in the veins. Silence and peace came only at that moment when she could not stand it and fell unconscious with only one prayer - not to wake up. There wasn't a day when she didn't want freedom, no matter how she received it, all of Kei care and love was a empty, incessant noise, the room carefully arranged to suit Akiko tastes and needs was no better than prison (perhaps even worse), the illusion of freedom and normality life was torn by daily attempts to kill Kei or escape, but what was the point? Going out into the street, my thoughts were confused and floating: “Where to go?”, “Where am I?”, “Will they believe me?”, “Are they looking for me?”. Despite the girl’s hysteria, years of studying human psychology are bearing fruit; now even the friendship with Haruto, Jun and Aki that has lasted throughout life was now in great doubt. Are they looking for her, do they remember her, did they even notice she was missing? A brief daily viewing of the news fueled her anxiety, not a single news about the girl’s disappearance. They…didn't look for her? Doesn't anyone care about her fate? No one at all? Even Yani?! A new wave of tears filled my eyes, my legs gave way and collapsed to the floor out of helplessness or despair. Maybe he's right? Could he really be the only person who thought about her all the time? Despite the pogrom, attempted murders, hysterics, screams, insults, he still took care of her, tried carefully, treated all her wounds, was kind, affectionate and amazingly patient. M-maybe it would be better to just accept his love and try to start a new life? In the end, she now had everything: a loving “partner”, a spacious home, no work with nasty colleagues, delicious food and everything that a person tired of everything could dream of. With eyes empty from fatigue, legs unsteady, Akiko walked up to the door and, staring at one invisible point, knocked, with heavy sobs, said… "K-Kei?" "Yes, love?" "Can I…Kutia?…please?"

*Kutia(Кутья) is a Slavic dish that is prepared for funerals

*At one point I tried to reference the Japanese criminal Kabu Terayuchi.

#yandere #male yandere #fanfic #mine vn #mine #фанфик #яндере #мужчина яндере #Kei Nakano

[aisyahnuraeni]

Nikmatnya Menuntut Ilmu

Setelah 3 hari pertama Ramadhan Allah mampukan untuk puasa full, di hari ke 4 aku niatkan tidak berpuasa karena Allah. Kata suami, rukhshah itu bagian dari kasih sayang Allah. Awalnya aku masih galau, sedih, dan kecewa. "Padahal kemarin-kemarin kuat dan bisa, kenapa sekarang enggak?", pikirku.

Pas banget di hari itu aku ikut webinar dari Wholistic Goodness tentang Puasa Bumil dan Busui. Kukira aku akan dapat tips supaya kuat berpuasa, ternyata jauh lebih dari itu. Mbak Vidya, pematerinya, membuka sesi dengan narasi bahwa kondisi setiap perempuan itu berbeda. Sehingga...

"Puasa itu ibadah, tidak puasa karena Allah itu juga ibadah. Mengambil rukhshah (keringanan) karena kondisi hamil dan menyusui itu juga ibadah, bentuk rasa syukur kepada Allah."

Aku jadi semakin sadar, bahwa keputusan yang diambil harus benar-benar didasari atas kemampuan dan kebutuhan 2 orang: aku dan bayiku. Bayinya sehat-sehat, insya Allah. Tapi aku, di sahur ke-4 Ramadhan itu mataku kunang-kunang, mual hebat, dan pegal luar biasa di bagian panggul. Memang terakhir cek ke ob, round ligament pain-nya akan sangat terasa menginjak bulan ke-7 kehamilan. Sehingga selepas sahur aku putuskan untuk gak berpuasa.

Indah banget cara Allah membesarkan hati Umma, Nak. Maka benarlah kata para ustadzah, bahwa ketika berada di titik terendah, carilah ilmu. Di kondisi kalut dan galau, perempuan si paling perasa itu akan memenangkan emosinya dibanding akalnya. Maka ilmu jadi salah satu wasilah, pengingat paling mujarab untuk kembali mengingat rahmat-Nya.

Allahumma inni as-aluka 'ilman naafi'an wa a'udzubika min 'ilmin laa yanfa' (Ya Allah aku memohon pada-Mu ilmu yang bermanfaat dan hindarkan aku dari ilmu yang tidak bermanfaat).

[therealfailwhale]

Had my very first pain-related breakdown last night.

Backstory (hah): In 2020, after no glaringly obvious trigger, a spot in my lower spine felt like it cracked. I spent the next week on the floor. When I went to a chiro two weeks later, they suggested I sprained or tore a ligament. When I went to the doctor a week after that, they were clearly skeptical about the chiro’s disgnosis. After some tests and PT, they decided I had weak core muscles, sciatica, and scoliosis, and that was that.

I’ve had sporadic issues ever since, though never at the same level.

Yesterday, after a week of on and off debilitating back pain, I went to the doctor. When I woke up yesterday morning, my pain was at a 7. I didn’t go to work, stayed on a heating pad for hours, took ibuprofen. By the time I got to the doctor my pain had dropped to a 2-3. After talking to the doc and doing what felt like a shit job explaining my experiences, I was told I must have aggravated something because of my scoliosis (which was initially determined to be mild, btw) and to go home and take more ibuprofen, and maybe go see a PT. When I reiterated the fact that I’d been having pain at a 6 or 7, they offered a round of steroids and I went on my way.

My breakdown last night came because I feel like an imposter. I go to the doctor and feel as if they don’t believe the seriousness of what I’m telling them. At work, I try not to show when I’m in pain, which of course makes me feel as though I’m leading all my colleagues to believe I’m healthy and hale, so when I tell them I have back problems they don’t believe me (and maybe they do, but my brain feels like they don’t). When I have to miss work I feel like my boss and coworkers think I’m making a big deal out of nothing. And that’s just my brain projecting what is probably some childhood shit, but it doesn’t change that I don’t always believe in the reality of my own pain. I can’t stand or walk for more than an hour without hurting. I can no longer go on hikes with my fiance, can’t commit to shopping with her because who knows how long my back will hold up. If I sit too long in the wrong type of chair, I get a flare. All of these things are true, but I push myself because some part of me feels like, because other people perceive me as healthy, I can’t respect what I know are my limits. Otherwise they’ll think I’m, I don’t know, being weak or complaining too much.

My fiance is extremely conscientious about my pain. She constantly makes sure that I’m not pushing myself too hard, she makes sure I take pain meds. But even with her there’s a small part of me that feels the need to push through and be “normal.”

So yeah. Had a breakdown. Cried. Today I’ll start the round of steroids and go back to work. Carry on like normal, and strengthen my fucking core. Because that’s all that’s wrong with me after all.

#personal #this is a long one #basically a rant about chronic pain #I don’t even feel qualified to claim chronic pain #how’s that for fucked up #thanks brain

[wilsonthemoose]

use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

Art is 10 of Sword by David Palumbo

The demon blood makes him heal faster. Skin knitting over in mere hours– tendons, bones, and ligaments righting themselves from their displaced positions. He is a push puppet, a monster, a vessel that must sustain no harm.

Convenient in more ways than one, it affords him the luxury to be reckless because he is not being reckless. It works so it works, and it works so he uses it. Picks bullets out of his torso, races every day against his fast-healing skin as he picks glass and gravel out with tweezers hastily cleaned of yesterday's dry blood. He is a freak, inhuman, other, but he is useful. He can walk off a broken leg, live through a death. He is cursed but it is a tool, not a blessing but he can use it as such.

He drinks the sluggish blood of her corpse, the coagulated dead lifeblood of the dark-haired girl whose name he never wants to know.

He pretends he doesn't see her smile, her watering-a-poisoned-plant smile. She pretends she's not holding a knife to his back, they're both using each other and so what if she smells like rotten eggs, like mold and rot, and what if she tastes like every grave he's ever dug and all the blood he's spilled. So what if he's thinking of maggots when he sucks a string of solid congealed blood out of a vein.

They keep him there, in the dark with the salted iron bars and demon traps, cast iron shackles around his wrists and ankles burning into his skin. And every few hours, when fancy strikes, they go in for another round.

The demon blood makes him heal faster. Wounds sealing themselves shut, broken bones snapping back into place. He is an abomination, a monster, the boy who started the end of the world.

They deserve their revenge and he deserves the pain.

#Sam winchester #Supernatural fic #Spn fic #Boy king sam #Tw torture #Tw body horror #Asks #Thank you! #I loved doing this #This one's actually a concept ive had in mind for so so long #It's adam weekend and here i am writing about sam :/ #Fic tag

[generoustummy]

Have your symptoms changed noticeably between first and second trimester?

Yes my morning sickness was horrible but went away as soon as I started to show. Then started the hip aches and overall pressure in my low abdomen. The doctor said with me being a pregnant man the round ligament pain can be worse as my body adjusts since I had been on HRT for years.

#pregnancy rp #mpreg rp