(i think i could try this, i am better with detailed roleplays than with the one lines one)
Name: Bucky
Age: 22 years old
Appearence: Tall, toned body, shoulder-lengh brown straight hair, grey eyes, shaved face and body, huge round belly.
Nine months Pregnant with twins.
Bucky cried out when he felt another contraction hitting his hude belly. This was taking too long, he had been doing that for 48 hours now, and yet, he seemed to make no progress, and his dilation seemed to be almost none. He felt like his belly was about to pop, and each contraction would let the huge orb hard like a rock. "Oh, damn" he sighed, too tired to do anything other than that. He remembered the promise he had made to himself, that he wouldn't be one of those desperate boys he would see in labor videos, crying and screaming as if they were about to die, but after almost 2 days of labor, it was hard to keep the promise. He rubbed his belly with one hand, wishing he could at least get some help. He was scared, he feared the babies wouldn't survive after so long inside him. And of course, he also feared he would die before being able to see his babies' little faces. Another contraction started and he yelled in pain, feeling tears rolling down his cheek. The pain was unbearable, so strong that Bucky wasn't able to take off his clothes without help. "Oh, gosh... I must be looking so pathetic now, having no progress with this babies and not even being able to take off my clothes. Even if i can push them out, how the hell are they going to come on my pants."
Name: Bucky
Age: 22 years old
Appearence: Tall, toned body, shoulder-lengh brown straight hair, grey eyes, shaved face and body, huge round belly.
Nine months Pregnant with twins.
Bucky cried out when he felt another contraction hitting his hude belly. This was taking too long, he had been doing that for 48 hours now, and yet, he seemed to make no progress, and his dilation seemed to be almost none. He felt like his belly was about to pop, and each contraction would let the huge orb hard like a rock. "Oh, damn" he sighed, too tired to do anything other than that. He remembered the promise he had made to himself, that he wouldn't be one of those desperate boys he would see in labor videos, crying and screaming as if they were about to die, but after almost 2 days of labor, it was hard to keep the promise. He rubbed his belly with one hand, wishing he could at least get some help. He was scared, he feared the babies wouldn't survive after so long inside him. And of course, he also feared he would die before being able to see his babies' little faces. Another contraction started and he yelled in pain, feeling tears rolling down his cheek. The pain was unbearable, so strong that Bucky wasn't able to take off his clothes without help. "Oh, gosh... I must be looking so pathetic now, having no progress with this babies and not even being able to take off my clothes. Even if i can push them out, how the hell are they going to come on my pants."
