overdue baby

Pain In The- (The One Who Worries Part 2)

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - Yes.

This was good, could you possibly do a part 2 where the baby is born.  I’m curious to see how Paul would react. - @xoxoronanlynch

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight

Summary – Paul’s imprint, (Y/N), is officially overdue to have their baby but it finally decides it’s ready to be apart of the world and no one knows what to do.

Warning(s) - swearing, delivery of a newborn, mentions of breastfeeding (this really shouldn’t be a warning.), fluff, horribly written birthing scene lol


A/N - Request are open :)

Originally posted by leahlahote

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For the anon who asked for Sam Wilson where he and the reader hate each other. Hope you like it!

“Well fuck you Wilson.” You snap storming away from him.
“Is that an offer?” He smirks and you stare at him, brows furrowed. You’re rooted to the spot as he crosses his arms over his very impressive chest.
“Do you think this is some sort of joke?” You snarl stalking toward him. “Your little slip there could have gotten you killed.” You jab him with a finger.
“Yea what would you care wife you hate me anyway.” Damn him for being so damn stubborn, and annoying and a fucking know it all. You glare up at him and his arms uncross.
“Rogers would be pissed if I came home without you, husband.” You snip right back. Damn Rogers for pairing you with Sam, for this mission. Why couldn’t you have been paired with someone you didn’t want to strangle all the time? Like Bucky? Steve had claimed that all your and Sam’s bickering would help sell you as a married couple.

You glare at him, your chests raising and falling, he is so frustrating! Which is what makes what happens next so bizarre. Sam’s hands cup your cheeks and his mouth collides with yours. He turns your bodies so you’re pinned between him and the wall as his mouth devours yours. You groan into his mouth, as your hands tug at the short curls on the top of his head. He growls pulling his lips from yours, he drags them down your neck. One of his hands dips into your pants and he growls again when he realizes you’re not wearing any underwear.

“Tell me you want this.” He pants, his hand cupping your pussy.
“Fuck yes.” You tell him yanking his shirt off of him. It’s hanging from the wrist of the hand that’s still in your pants and he swipes a finger across your slick folds and you both moan. “Sam.” You whine as he rubs his thumb on your clit. He shoves your pants down as you yank off your shirt, the see through lace bra makes him groan. His teeth find your nipple through the fabric and you drop your head back against the wall with a moan. “Oh my god.” You huff reaching for the button on his jeans. You squirm under his fingers as the pump in and out of your core.
“You’re so wet for me.” He coos sounding pleased. You wrap your hand around the soft flesh of his cock as he slides his hand out of your pants and licks his fingers. “Next time, I’m going to eat that pussy until you cum but right now.” He groans as you slowly pump him. “Right now I just want to fuck you.” He shoves your pants to the floor and you step out of them.
“Yes.” You breathe and he hooks one arm under your leg fitting his lithe body between your legs. You line his cock up with your pussy and he thrusts, filling you slowly.
“God you feel so good.” Sam groans as he pounds into you. Skin on skin slapping against yours, his cock filling you with every thrust.

“Sam I’m going to cum.” You moan, “fuck.” You claw at his shoulders he rubs your clit with the hand that isn’t around your leg and you cum. He pulls out of you then and you instantly miss the feeling of him inside of you.
“Bedroom.” He growls picking you up and moving to the bedroom. He drops down onto the bed. His body covering yours, his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, teasing it into attention.
“Fuck Sam.” You whimper as he marks your skin with gentle bites. One on each breast, one on your hip, then he moves to your inner thigh. You want him on your pussy so bad. You’ve got a hand on his head, the short hair there doesn’t give you much to hold onto. Finally he moves to where you want him. His mouth covers your pussy and uses the flat of his tongue on your clit. He hums and you swear you’ve died.
“Oh my god Sam. There. Right there.”
“You like that baby?” He purrs before sucking on your clit again.
“Hell yes.” You whine, and he laughs against you before doing it again.

“Roll over onto your stomach.” He orders just before you cum for the second time.
“Come on baby. Onto your stomach.” You glare at him but do as he asks. “Don’t move.” He tells you straddling your thighs and pressing a hand into the small of your back. He enters you again this time your legs are closer together and it’s an even tighter fit.
“Oh shit.” You breathe and Sam chuckles deeply.
“You’re so tight baby. You feel so fucking good on my cock.” He growls as he picks up the pace. “I’m going to cum. Where?”
“In me. I’m on the pill.” You tell him as his thrusts get erratic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He huffs with every thrust then he stills and cums. His cock twitching inside you pushes you over the edge for the second time.

You’re both quiet for a minute, there’s just your heavy breathing before he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.
“That was, holy shit Sam.”
“Right baby. Long overdue.” He laughs sliding out of you and laying down next to you on the bed.
“Next time I want to be on top.” You tell him with a smirk. He grins that gap toothed smile over at you.
“Next time huh?”

Daddy's Home

I pull into a spot in the airport parking lot and grab my sign. I’m nervous, I’m full term with my husband’s baby but he hasn’t seen me pregnant. Not in person at all. He was deployed a week before I found out I was pregnant and I’ve had to go through my pregnancy without him, our families my support system. But now he’s home and he’ll be here for the birth which is the most important thing. I smooth my maternity shirt over my large belly then head into the airport and navigate myself to the arrivals. It’s crowd but I don’t see you in the first batch of people. I wait five minutes and I finally see you, towering above everyone in your uniform. I hold my sign high so it can catch you eye. I wave it a bit and you finally see it and jog over to me. Your first instinct is to pick me up into your arms but you see my big belly and stop, dropping your bag before kissing me passionately. We separate and you drop to your knee and kiss my dome of a belly, your hands on either side of it. I play with your hair as you murmur to your baby, then I notice people staring. Our scene slowly getting everyone one’s attention, a soldier and his wife.You stay like this for about 5 minutes before standing up and putting your hand around my shoulder. “Let’s go home darlin’” you say leading me out of the airport. I lean heavily against you as we get to the car, you help me in and kiss me deeply. You go around to the driver’s side and climb in. The whole way your hand ever leaves my belly, we finally make it home and head into the house. “Now you go sit down and watch TV while I cook you dinner.” I order, you try to argue saying we should order food but I won’t take no for an answer. You head into the living room and I head into the kitchen to start cooking. 

After about an hour I call you into the dining room where dinner is waiting. As you sit at the head of the table, “Oh I forgot.” I say before heading back into the kitchen and returning with a cold beer for you. I sit down and we dig into dinner. We chat while we eat and suddenly I feel the baby kicking for the first time since you got here..”Honey come feel the baby!” I say excited. You hurry over and put your hand on my belly, I pick it up and move it over it where you can feel a foot poking out. You look up at me, amazed at feeling your baby kick for the first time.I smile and pull my shirt up over my belly. You kneel down in front of me and sit there feeling the baby kick for a few minute before your hands start to wonder all over my baby bump before reaching up and pulling off my shirt. You start to feel my heavy breasts, barely contained in my bra. You reach back and undo my bra with skilled hands. You rub the red marks and then start to play with my nipples, making me toss my hand back in pleasure. Your hands return to my belly, caressing the expanse of it. You stand up and then tug at my hands helping me to stand too. You lead me to our bedroom topless and help me into the bed before pulling off my long skirt revealing my lace panties which you quickly pull those off too. You stop for a moment, admiring what you did to me and then start to strip off your uniform. “How should we do this?” You ask in husky voice. I think for a moment and then turn over and get on my hands and knees. My pussy spread open for you, you climb onto the bed behind me and tease my opening with the head of your cock for a moment. But you can’t wait any longer and you start to push into my pussy. It’s so tight from not having sex for so long. You try to be gentle but your thrusts get frantic as you reach below and rub my belly. I start to moan as you fuck me roughly. “Yes baby I’m going to cum.” I cry out. You start to get close too but as I start to cum all over your cock you get help but cum too. You bury your cock deep inside of me as you pour your seed into me. We both collapse on the bed and I lay on my side. You rub my belly, the baby sleeping now but you can’t get enough of it. “You look so beautiful like this,” you tell me as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.


The past 2 weeks we’ve made love so many times, trying to make up for what we missed out on. I’m huge now, a week overdue and the baby is big too. My baby bump can’t stretch any further it seems like. We spend time with our families and today is your birthday. Your parents have planned a party at our house and they’ve tasked me with keeping you distracted while they set up. I tell you I want to go shopping for the baby, we’re walking around when I have to lean heavily against you as a pain grips my lower belly. “Darlin’ are you okay?” You ask when I make you stop. I put my arm on your arm, “I think that was a contraction,” I say. “Should we go back home?” I shake my head, “No if it’s real then it’ll take it’s time. This baby loves taking it’s time obviously. I’m a week overdue now.” I joke. You rub my lower back, still concerned “Okay if you say so.” I have random contractions for the next hour as we continue to shop. They aren’t serious and don’t bother me much. I get a text from your mom says it’s okay to head home. I take your hand, “Baby I think I’m ready to head home.” You chuckle, “Oh good, I thought you would overshop or something,” you say lifting the 6 bags in your hand. We go out to the car and unload the bags before heading home. We pull into our street and you notice all the car lining the road. “Darlin’ is there something you haven’t told me?” You joke. I giggle and we park and head inside. Once we walk in everyone shouts surprise and you laugh pulling me close. Everyone starts to come up to us, hugging you and rubbing my belly asking when I’m going to pop. The stream of people doesn’t seem to end, as the party goes on I keep having random contractions. Slowly they get closer and closer, by the time we start to have cake they start to get more painful. I try to hide it as I eat. You keep an eye on me, concerned and you notice that I keep pausing and rubbing my belly. You make your way over to me at the table, “Are you okay?” You ask putting your hand on my shoulder but before I can answer your mom grabs your arm. “Time for presents,” she announces. We follow her into the living room where I sit down heavily. I start to time my contractions as you open your gifts, they stay at the 6 minute mark. Our midwife told me to call when they are 5 minutes apart so I keep timing them as the party goes on. Some of the guests start to leave and the next contraction comes right at the 5 minute mark. I get your attention and you come sit beside me. “Honey I think it’s time to call the midwife. I’m going to head to the nursery and call her. Will you get everyone out?” I ask you. Your eyes get big but you nod. You help me up and I head to the nursery as you start to ask everyone to leave.

Once everyone is gone you head to find me. I’ve changed to a bikini top and shorts and I’m on the birthing ball, trying to get my hips to open up. “The midwife will be here in 30 minutes. Will you start to set up?” I ask. We’re having a home birth and the birthing tub has to be blown up and filled. As you start to fill it I get on my knees and lean against the birthing ball. The contraction are very painful now making me groan in pain. As the pool fills at the right temperature you get behind me and start to rub my lower back during the contractions. You hear the doorbell and rush out to answer the door. The midwife greets you and then follows you to the nursery where I’m trying to breathe through the pain. She starts to unpack and get ready but once the contraction ends she comes up behind me. “I’m going to check how far you’ve dilated,” she warns me before easing down my shorts. You watch as she slips two fingers inside of my laboring pussy. “Well you’re at a nine so your almost ready,” she tells me approvingly. She checks the baby’s heartbeat, which is strong and healthy, before stepping back. She’s here to make sure everything goes alright but we want to do this ourselves mostly. You check on the pool, the temperature is perfect and it’s half full. You realize you should probably change too, you tell me and hurry to the bedroom and pull on swim trucks. You can hear me moaning in pain from the nursery as your pulling them on. It reminds you off us making love and you have to stop yourself from lingering on that thought.

When you come back in I’m up and pacing the room with the midwife. You take her place and rub my tight belly as we walk. When a contraction comes I wrap my arms around your neck and bury my face in your chest, my belly hanging low between us as we sway side to side slowly. After a few contractions like this I feel something give deep inside of me and fluid starts to drip out of me. “Looks like that was your water dear,” the midwife says. The next contraction is more intense making cry out loudly into your chest. The midwife tells you the pool is ready and you wait until my contraction ends to lead me over there. “Ohhh it feels so heavy,” I groan as I waddle over there, with your help I get in the pool and sink down. The warm water eases some of the pain and makes some of the pressure disappear. You get in too and sit down leaning on the wall. I move between your legs and lay back against you. You put your hands on my belly and start to rub, a bit sad that I won’t be this big for awhile longer. The midwife comes and checks the heartbeat again, still good, and then checks to see if I’m fully dilated yet. “Well it looks like your ready whenever you feel the need to push.” She tells me.

After 20 minutes after laboring like this I finally feel the urge to push. I move to the other side of the pool and kneel with my arms of the side of the pool and start to bear down with the urge. You move behind me and rub my lower back as I push. After a few pushes you notice a bulge growing between my parted legs. “Breathe. Your doing so good,” you tell me as I cry out during a contraction. I nod and focus on my breathing until the next contraction comes and I forget all about it. “Oh god it hurts so bad,” I groan as the bulge gets bigger. “I know but you gotta keep pushing,” you tell me. As I push with the next contraction you see a small opening form between my lips. You reach down and cup the bulge feeling it grow as I continue pushing. The contraction ends and you keep your hand there. Once the next pain comes you feel the opening growing bigger beneath your palm. You move your hand and see black hair framed by my pussy. As I stop pushing it slides again a bit. It goes like this for a few pushes and then finally it stays, you cup the head as I sway between contractions. An intense contraction hits me, making me scream as I strain to push. It ends and I whimper “I can’t do this. It’s to hard.” You take my hand from the side of the pool and guide it to my entrance, “That’s our baby, you gotta do this so we can meet our baby.” You say lovingly. I scream again and give a big push and I start to really crown “Slow down darlin’ you don’t want to tear,” you remind me. I give some small pushes and get the baby out to its forehead before the contraction passes. “It burns,” I whimper as you caress the head. I don’t get much of a break before the next contraction and this time when I’m done it out to its eyes. I scream as I push again, this time the head pop completely out. “That’s great!” You exclaim while checking to see if the cord is around the baby’s neck. I reach down and feel the large head hanging out of me. You help the shoulder turn and when the next contraction comes I’m ready to push again. I cry out as the first shoulder pops out and the other one follows quickly after. You give a little tug and the baby slides into your arms. I gasp at the sudden emptiness and you pass me the baby between my legs. I pull him out of the water and rest against you. You kiss the top of my head as our son begins to cry. “You did it,” you whisper. “No, we did it.”
Requests #53
  1. Can you think of any stories here where a female is giving birth from both holes?            
  2. Can we get a regular mpreg fic with cravings/morning sickness/mood swings and the baby is overdue!?             
  3. Imagine you’re a boy kidnapped by aliens. One of them impregnates you to check how humans can hold alien baby during pregnancy. And labor, which is very hard and long thanks to the very painful contractions and fact that you are having octoplets             
  4. I’d love to read a story about a cocky muscle stud that gets pregnant. Like an arrogant Guy with a huge masculine body bc of all the Years of gym. Idk about how he Gets pregnant, but when he is his body starts to change and he’s powerless. Like his Abs are disapearing, his pecs and nipples are much more sensitive turning into boobs more than actual pecs, his Dick shrinking etc.. A real destruction a muscle man
  5. Request - Imagine being 5-10 weeks overdue pregnant with huge triplets. The smallest being 15 pounds and the biggest being 20 pounds. No bed rest please. A home/public humiliating and painful birth. Sensitive Nipple simulation/torture induces labor.             
  6. Can you make a story based on BKcomments new post of The Bimbo Virus             
  7. can i have a female pregnant reader who is the president of(any country) and she is about to be in labour 
  8. why all the pain why all the suffering, ,, , pls where are the awww's 
  9. Wow, you guys actually do penis birth? Can I request for one? Preferably birthing multiples in one go.             
  10. Soft and nice.             
  11. Wow, you guys actually do penis birth? Can I request for one? Preferably birthing multiples in one go.             
  12. imagine you’re a Pregnant woman who has been cursed to suffer 9 months of labor pains after a normal(difficult) 9 month Pregnancy. You are entitled to a maternity leave only after you give birth. You are a teacher in the morning and a waitress at night. Your labor starts with 30 second contractions and in the last month, they last upto 30 to 60 minutes! Because of the size of the baby, you are not to push the baby, you have to let it come out on its own!             
  13. Hey could someone make an Overwatch a themed pregnancy like involving one of the pretty ladies of overwatch like Tracer, Mercy, Mei or Pharah             
  14. can you write something involving a trans boy getting raped and impregnated from getting spitroasted violently by two giant werewolves? this is happening to him as a punishment so its in a colosseum in front of a big crowd  (pretty please! this blog is so good omg)             
  15. a long, painful, humiliating labor and birth for a shy Pregnant celebrity. Probably in public or live on TV. The show has to be completed because of your contract, you are not allowed to birth till the last 5 minutes of the show. 
  16. imagine you’re Pregnant slave and the birth includes extreme pain. Hitting your belly with a baseball bat, punching and kicking. Extreme back and hip pain. Extra something for the ring of fire and made to do activities while in labor. Ass caning and pussy whipping, tit clamps and pinching.             
The Thrill

The World Before Present

The early December moon was already hanging high in the air. Neda was wide awake since it still early and she had taken a long nap after a big lunch. She reclined lazily in the bed with one hand resting on her pregnancy bump. Next to her was the laptop computer playing a video with the voice of a young man speaking over a dark repeating image. She wasn’t even looking at the screen, her eyes staring blankly at the muted house wives that just happened to be on.
The voice spun an eerie tale about an unfortunate childhood accident and a strange imaginary friend. This was something she did often especially now that she was unemployed. Her younger sister joked that the spooky stories were the real reason she was overdue. The baby was too scared to come out. She would respond with how she’d watch Barney to balance it out.
She started to switch the channels now that the story was over. There was movement in her womb as she tried to sit up. “Did I wake you?” She laughed petting her stomach as the baby kicked. “How about something sweet to make it up to you?” She could feel the infant stretch their tiny limbs.
She slowly got up out of bed and started toward the kitchen. Shadows had long stretched and claimed the whole house. Her paw was placed on the wall and slid around until it felt the hall light switch. She traveled unflinchingly through the hall but as she did her imagination began to play. The image of an entity waiting at the end, just beyond the light flickered into her mind, waiting with bated breath for her to walk right into it’s invisible clutches.
The kitchen doorway once again felt as if it was miles away. There were only two living room switches and neither were within reach. She ventured into the darkness with a small sense of excitement swelling within her. Black ill intentioned tendrils swirled around her, slowly closing in. The bear was so close.
Neda could almost reach out and touch the wall when she swore she felt something brush against her ankle. She froze as she heard a click behind her. Something was in the room with her. She held her breath hoping whatever it was wouldn’t notice her.
“What are you doing in the dark?” The light flooded from the ceiling and flashed the whole room banishing any possible ghouls. The woman spun around at the sound of her husband’s voice. He stood with a sweet scented bag in his hand and a concerned look.
“You’re home.” She sighed, relieved. Without a word she walked over and hugged him close, burying her muzzle into his chest. She should really quit listening to those creepy videos, at least until she had the baby.

so i cleaned the guinea pig cages (long overdue, sorry babies), cleaned the upstairs litter boxes (still need to get to gonzo’s), swept upstairs, and now i’m gonna take a shower

then lunch

then i’m gonna throw some laundry in the wash, clean the downstairs litter boxes, sweep, swiffer, and vacuum. there’s so much i need to throw out but our dumpster is gone and our trash cans are almost full lmao but it’s getting there

i need to clean off the coffee table because mom’s ashes are coming home tomorrow and i want to make sure she’s not in any clutter

Two Can Play at This Game ~A Joshifer Drabble~


The small, meek voice sounds from behind my cracked bedroom door. I’ve currently got the TV on with a basketball game blaring, so it’s a miracle I even heard my son in the first place.

“Come on in, buddy!” I reply back, my eyes not straying away from the television for the time being.

I hear the door creek open before the little guy stumbles in, but it’s the flash of red that fully seizes my attention.

Why the hell is my son in a Louisville T-Shirt.

I stare at him for a moment, looking him up and down before wrinkling my nose up in mock disgust.

“Luke, what has your mother done to you?”

He simply shrugs, padding up closer to the bed that I’m situated on.

“Mommy put it on me and said to go to you. So I did,” he replies in his high pitched, toddler voice.

I roll my eyes, unable to keep the crooked smile off my face now. I expected that Jen would drag our son into “war” early on in his life, as this is only his third taste of March Madness season. But having him side with UL? Hell no.

“I see. She wants a fight, huh?”

Luke blinks at me, a confused face playing his features, and I let out another laugh, patting the bed to urge him closer.

“C'mere little man. I’ve got something for you too,” I say with a grin, before rolling off the bed and strolling towards the closet.

My hands rummage around for a moment, before I quickly complete my search, pulling out a shirt similar to the one my son has on.

Except, it’s not red and Louisville themed; it’s one hundred percent Wildcat.

Unable to stop smiling, I walk back to Luke and hold up the shirt.

“This is better for you, buddy”

And to my relief, he smiles a toothy toddler grin, his little body wiggling in excitement.

“I like blue better!” he shrieks, and I let out a laugh in return, slipping the shirt over his head to cover the red.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I chuckle, before hoisting him up into my arms and carrying him over to the bed, plopping us both down on the mattress.

I lay back, allowing Luke to crawl into my lap as we settle down to watch the game, knowing it’ll only be a matter of time before Jen discovers us. I know we won’t be safe from her wrath much longer.

And sure enough, the voice that I love so much sounds from the hallway.

“Luke? Where’d you go, baby?”

Luke himself nestles deeper into arms, hiding his face away from view.

“Uh oh,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my shirt, and I grin sheepishly. Uh oh is right.

I hear the soft footsteps of my wife outside our bedroom, before she pokes her head in, her gaze locking immediately on what I know spells trouble for me.

“Joshua Ryan,” she warns, her sapphire eyes narrowing as she steps fully into view, “What’s this supposed to be?”

She gestures to our son before crossing her arms, and a chuckle escapes my lips.

“A little counter attack. What’s it look like?” I tease back, smiling wider as she cocks an eyebrow at my response.

I watch her chew her lip, and I know she’s trying to bite back the use of any expletives around our son.

“Unacceptable. That’s what it looks like.”

“Well Jen, it’s not my fault he likes blue.”

Her face contorts to one of disbelief, but she is stunned into silence when Luke nods meekly in my arms, confirming my words.

“We could always try for another so you can have your wish, Jen,” I chuckle with a wink in her direction.

“Josh!” she gasps, but as usual, she is unable to keep serious and falls victim to my apparent contagious laughter.

Our laughter fills the room, and I pat the bed, inviting her to join Luke and I.

She lays beside me, resting her head on my shoulder with a disgusted snort.

“Ugh. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand being beside you both.”

Luke is completely oblivious to the entire exchange, still snuggled up beneath one of my arms, but I let out another chuckle at Jen’s words.

“Well unfortunately for you, you’re kind of stuck with us.”

“Guess I’ll have to live with it for now,” she replies with a dramatic, exasperated sigh, and I press a gentle kiss to her hair.

I know that this is just the calm before the storm; Jen is probably scheming up some master plan as we lay here together as a family. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up the next morning to find Luke’s bedroom decked out in UL merchandise. It’s a definite possibility, and I know I’ll have to have a quick comeback ready.

Overdue Offspring

Request: “the reader is pregnant and like they’ve gone past the due date, so she’s carrying the baby for longer than expected and anakin become anxious? Because he doesn’t know when to expect the baby”

Prompt: The baby that the reader is carrying is overdue, causing Anakin to become anxious

TW: Anxiety and self esteem issues

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