#limber miment

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October and the spooky season got me thinking about how Limber is so prone to curling up on the couch to watch spooky movies and eat candy he got for eventual trick or treaters. The first surrogacy he does, he ends up around five months along when October hits and Moriarty “accidentally” buys treats too early. He has to act normal each time he comes home from classes to find his fiancé on their sofa, a near empty bag of chocolates on the coffee table and his belly beginning to stick out between his top and pants while another horror movie plays on screen. The man is always so apologetic when he makes notice of having eaten the sweets and insists on replacing them, but Moriarty will hear nothing of it.

Limber keeps trying to avoid temptation, asking that the candy be hidden, or that they get kind he’s not craving, or just have Moriarty keep it at work. But none of it matters, because Moriarty always insists it will be fine, buys extras, and eagerly waits. And when it comes time for them to attend some kind of Halloween party, it takes everything in him to keep it together when Limber can barely squeeze into his costume. His hips and thighs practically popping from the hems, his backside stretching the pants, and his belly practically obscene in what the fabric manages to cover. If Moriarty has anything to say about it, that costume won’t make it through the evening.

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Okay, thinking about OC’s and some of my fave kink tropes, specifically stuckage. Moriarty is an only child and while he is a big guy, his mother isn’t, so when she moves into a new place, it’s smaller than her old one. She warns her tall ass son of this before he comes to visit, but doesn’t think to warn her son-in-law, who is very, very pregnant with surrogate quints.

Limber ends up having to awkwardly try and suck his belly in whenever he goes through doors, or shove his way through with his hips. He takes up a lot of the guest bed and can’t even fit into the shower without some of his belly or ass sticking out. The biggest problem comes up with his MIL wanting to make sure he eats well and basically stuffs him full every meal. At one point, Limber has to convince her to get something from another room and needs his husband’s help to secretly get him out of his chair, as his hips and thighs have wedged him in too tight. Moriarty helps him, but is definitely turned on while doing it.

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“Ooof, how much bigger are these guys going to get?”

I’m figuring this is during Limber’s first surrogacy he does, where he carries quints. He’s like maybe five-ish months here? He’s in for a storm with the reality that not only is he prone to carrying multiples, but he’s prone to going past his due date 😉

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Prompt, character A is pregnant and character B doesn't find out until they see Character A trying not to throw up while clutching their stomach. Bonus points if everyone else around them knew about the pregnancy except for Character B.

Oh, thank you for sending this, hun! Choosing to place this for Limber and Moriarty.

As I’ve mentioned in some past posts, I’ve adjusted their storylines to be that Limber served as something of a “multiples surrogate” earlier on in their marriage before having their own kids. I think after he has their first baby, he would want to wait to tell his husband about their second, figuring he’d make a big surprise of it. But his pregnancy with William knocks him on his ass more than his others had; he’s exhausted, he aches, he is uncomfortably bloated, he’s puking all the time. His coworkers and friends are quick to ask if this is another surrogacy before he even mentions being pregnant. He has to scramble to tell Moriarty before someone accidentally blabs, only for your described scenario to take place and for Moriarty to delightedly put the pieces together while his partner tries to show his joy amidst efforts to not lose his lunch.

Limber: *internally* don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke—!

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I know it isn’t something y’all aren’t as in on, but I am thinking more about my mpreg/belly kink source OC’s and I wanna enjoy them, dang it. Thinking about Limber getting truly stupid pregnant for his first surrogacy and trying to handle these new circumstances, especially while his husband is trying to hide how much all of this turns him on. Like, it’s the only secret he’s ever kept - that he has such a pregnancy/belly kink - and it feels shitty to tell Limber now. But Limber frequently uses his husband as a sounding board, rambling through how things feel, especially since Moriarty is studying something in that general field at the time, so Moriarty has to act like Limber’s statements and the like aren’t riling him up.

L: “God, would you look at this? Even with getting as sick as I have, I put on another pound!” *moving to stand at their full-length mirror and scrutinizing his appearance* “I swear, it’s just all going to my hips and my butt. Can you tell?”

M (while desperately trying to sound normal): “…Not really.”

L: “Seriously? I feel like every time I wear these shorts now, I lose some of the draw strings, and my ass half sticks out! But they’re so comfortable and lately my pants have been so tight—“

M (doing his best to not visibly stare): “M-Maybe you need new clothes?”

L: “No, I want us to save money. I know we’re doing well with the contract, but I’ll hold off on clothes while I can. These still fit okay.” *turning around to reveal said supremely snug shorts and a tank top that clings to a bloated tummy* “And even with the weight gain, I’m not showing yet.”

M (using every bit of self control he has not to pounce his husband right there): “Makes… sense.”

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Sharing more about my OC’s because it is on my mind, appeals to me, and lets be get into some belly/mpreg stuff. 🫣🫣

Limber is 23 and Moriarty is 25 when the subject of surrogacy is broached. The former is the one that comes up with the idea, as he knows his then-fiancé is working hard to get his masters and eventual PhD to function as a familial psychiatrist, and his moves to act and become a theater professor are more limited. He elects to do it as a means of income until he can secure a teaching position and Moriarty encourages him (in a totally chill way, not a turned on one bit, no sir—). When Limber seeks out a surrogacy agency and carries out the psychical/psychological tests and ends up learning that he is a great candidate for their more “unique” clients - those who wish to have multiples. Limber has no problem with this and accepts such a role.

He’s hired quickly by a straight couple that doesn’t have a ton of expectations other than attendance at doctor’s appointments and some weekly photos. Moriarty is delighted by their latter request, as if gives him an excuse to save such photos and he is able to encourage his husband to eat to some degree of excess (after all, you need to put on weight, you don’t want them to fret about their little ones—). The couple is shocked and delighted every time they see Limber in person, constantly turning him every which way to see just how big his belly has gotten.

He never minds his growing size, only that he can’t fit into his clothes as well. His widened hips make it impossible to zip or button his pants or shorts. His shirts fail to totally cover his swollen tum once he hits twenty-two weeks. He loves drumming along to music on his stomach. On at least two separate occasions, he tries to bend to get something and rips the seat of his pants.

Limber ends up learning the hard way that he’s prone to being overdue. Despite expectations that he would give birth early as a result of multiples, he keeps passing his due date and doesn’t start having contractions until he’s a couple days past forty weeks. Moriarty is mad calm and careful while Limber falls apart, crying and panicking, though calming down quite a bit when the babies are born and he sees how excited their parents are to see them. 💕

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“I just need some me-time to watch the new “American Horror Story” and catch up on laundry. If you leave me be and work on your conference materials, I’ll let you be the one to put some cocoa butter on all this. Alright?”

Thinking about the adjustments I’ve been making to Limber and Moriarty’s back stories, in which Limber actually starts taking on surrogacy before he starts his teaching job in order to help support him and his husband while the latter is working his way through grad school. Neither have anything really bad to say about the arrangement, especially when it’s discerned that Limber’s got ample room for extra buns in that oven 😉

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Lowkey thinking about what if Limber and Moriarty didn’t have a lot of money after graduating college, especially with student loans and the latter heading into graduate school. So while Moriarty is doing that and Limber is seeking out local roles and teaching positions, he stumbles upon surrogacy as a potential and really starts to think about it. He could make quite a bit, even more if he were to have multiples, and he hesitantly broaches the possibility with his then-boyfriend. Moriarty does his best to reign in his excitement and simply tells Limber he’s happy if he is and will support him with any choice he makes. After some check-ups, Limber decides to go through with it for a throuple having a hard time conceiving, and he even figures he’ll need at least two or three tries before anything takes. Except a month or two later, he’s starting to put on the pounds and when he and his husband see the doctor, they are gently informed that he’s conceived not one or two babies, but five. Limber is shocked, the throuple is ecstatic, and Moriarty can’t stop staring at his boyfriend’s exposed tummy that’s already starting to stick out from the rest of him.