Hello there, if you’ve stumbled across this blog, you’ve likely found one of my stories posted to this blog.
I’ve had this blog for three years now, and while my creativity has taken quite the dip over the past year, I am trying to get back into the swing of things.
This blog is primarily for female pregnancy, labor & birth fics. NONE of these fics are allowed to be uploaded outside of tumblr! Reblogs on here are alright, but please do not claim any of my works as your own.
Things that will NOT be written on here are as follows:
Harm to birther or child
Non con of any sort
Unrealistic themes UNLESS it’s fantasy based themes, then there will be some unrealistic themes going on, but even then not too unrealistic.
Cis mpreg (on a RARE occasion I’ll write some trans masc birth fics, but I tend to save that for another blog of mine).
If you are interested in requesting a story from me, feel free to drop it into my ask box, but don’t pressure me into writing it right away. I am a bit slower on requests then commissions.
Commissions are finished on a timely manner, and will not be uploaded onto this blog, though I am happy to discuss details via DMs.
On an ending note: DO NOT interact if you are a minor. I am 26, and if I find you snooping around, I will block you.
Author’s note: honestly this is not my best work. I’m currently dealing with heavy seasonal depression, but I wanted this uploaded for Halloween at least.
The lighting was dim in the bedchambers where Prince Aliwyn lay on his bed. The fine linen sheets were stripped and replaced with old clothes.
The small prince squirmed and panted as another pain rolled over his tired form. A weak groan escaped his lips, mouth open to scream as the pressure became unbearable with the peak of the contraction.
“Breathe.” The midwife soothed, dabbing the prince's face with a cool cloth. He didn’t try to swat it away this time, too weak to fight.
As the contraction ended, he sunk back into the pillows. Chest heaving as he sucked in air.
“It’s coming-“ he moaned feverishly as the head midwife pressed a few fingers into his swollen cunt.
She could feel the top of the baby’s head, maybe even horns.
Of course everyone knew in the kingdom Aliwyn wasn’t carrying an elf babe. But what exactly it was would be a mystery until the birth.
“You are fully dilated. On the next contraction, you may begin pushing.” The head midwife spoke, adjusting a few extra liens beneath his bottom.
Aliwyn nodded, grateful as the second midwife offered a cool cup of water. Slowly he drank, knowing he was about to be in for a difficult night.
Pushing the cup away, he shifted to roll onto his hands and knees.
He knew whatever he was carrying was heavy and wouldn’t come out easily.
As another contraction rolled over him, he grunted and bared down.
He could feel the creature move slowly downwards.
Though it had been almost two hours before any real progress began to show.
At first it was just a brief bulging of his lips, until the head began to really try to crown.
Aliwyn groaned, trying not to close his legs against the nice more unbelievable pressure that rested between his trembling thighs.
“It’s coming.” The head midwife announced, her fingers trailing against the taunt skin, causing Aliwyn to jerk away with a sharp cry.
“Another push.” The midwife spoke, pulling her hand away as Aliwyn bared down.
But nothing was happening, the creature seemed.. stuck almost.
Aliwyn whimpered, tears starting to well up in his eyes from frustration.
“It’s stuck!” He cried out, letting up on another push.
The head midwife frowned, clicking her tongue lightly before she investigated.
Feeling along the elf’s bulging privates, she found the source. Tiny nubs of horns.
“I believe we are dealing with either a satyr or a centaur. There’s horns blocking the head from coming out.” She explained.
Aliwyn nodded, barely processing her words. He was exhausted, just wanting to rest.
“I’ll have to try to unfree the horns, this’ll be painful. I need you to not tense up, or else it’ll make it worse.” The midwife explained.
Aliwyn gave another nod, trying to focus on his breathing as the midwife placed her hands down below.
Slowly pushing against the taut skin, coaxing the horns out.
Aliwyn pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his sobs, with the horns now free, the head was quick to follow.
The burn was like nothing he had felt before!
“It’s coming!” He yelled, voice strained as his body pushed.
“The head is out!” The midwife announced as the head burst free with fluids.
“Push! Push!” The midwife encouraged as she watched the baby turn.
Grunting, Aliwyn bared down again with another loud yell as the shoulders had released.
With one final push, the whole body fell out into the midwife’s awaiting arms. The creature was in fact a satyr, with a strong set of lungs.
Aliwyn gasped, the sudden hormone crash unexpected as he moved to sit back, gasping for breath.
Staring down at the squirmy wailing babe, he couldn’t help but smile.
Despite the curse being one of the worst things,he couldn’t help but feel love for the varying creatures he birthed.
So Halloween is quickly approaching & and I wanna write another birth story based on monsters. This time I’m using my oc Aliwyn, but I’m having trouble deciding what he should birth. So I’m gonna make this poll.
hi there! i was hoping for a super lovey dovey homebirth fic perhaps? i would love for it to be two parents named adelaide and charlie and that charlie is a super anxious (and silly) dad just doing his best to support adelaide through their homebirth assisted by a midwife. if this is too boring, please feel free to put whatever creative spin on it you like! thanks so much!
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: none, one of the most wholesome births I’ve ever written. author's note: anon, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, I got this request late last night and decided to take today to work on. Please don’t ever fear that your requests are too vanilla. This was such a breath of fresh air and I truly hope I captured what you were looking for ❤️
Adelaide had wanted children for as long as she could remember, from the time of being a little girl. Mothering her baby dolls with the same gentleness her mother gave to her.
As the years went on, the wanting grew. Though she wouldn’t just settle for anyone.
Then came Charlie, her adorable husband. He had treated her like a queen 24/7, even throughout her pregnancy. Attending every need, want, 2 am craving that sheepishly woke her.
Now here they were, a cool autumn morning, dew sprinkled upon the grass in the front lawn of the small house that would soon enough occupy a family of three.
Adelaide had been tracking every symptom since she reached 37 weeks of pregnancy, every contraction, every bathroom trip. She even made note of when her nesting began, and the pains became stronger.
It was Friday now, and it was clear she was in active labor.
It had started the day before with full pains, losing her mucus plug, and just general nesty behavior.
Though as the night wore on, things began to pick up.
Now here she was, seated on the couch with her husband.
Charlie was nervous, but trying to be supportive as possible. He had been tending to Adelaide’s every need. If she wanted something? He was on it!
Her midwife Clara had been around as well, though she allowed Adelaide to take the lead.
“Charlie, I promise she’s not going to just fall out of me..” Adelaide laughed softly, tilting her head upwards to look at her husband. His callused hands resting on her low sitting middle, feeling the muscle tighten.
“Well- I mean, it could be a possibility.” He spoke, his face flushed in embarrassment. He had been reading and watching videos of home births, trying his best to prepare for the adventure of helping his wife bring their child earth side.
“Oh, it won’t happen.” Clara spoke, glancing up from where she was checking over supplies. “She’s not quite in transition, and with the last check, the baby still seemed high up.” Clara explained with a small smile,
Charlie seemed to relax at the midwife’s reassuring words, pulling his hands away from Adelaide as she moved to get up.
“Where are you going? Do you need something?” Charlie was quick to stand, reaching to steady his wife.
“I’m fine Charlie, I was going to go outside for a few minutes. Maybe dance a little in the backyard, get things moving.” Adelaide giggled, gently taking his hands and squeezing.
Charlie blanked for a moment, staring at his wife.
“But.. she won’t be born outside right?” He asked, a million thoughts running through his head.
Adelaide tried to bite back a snort of laughter. “No silly! She’s safe, we both are.” She smiled, leaning up on her tip toes to give Charlie a quick peck on the cheek.
“Right.” He muttered, following his wife outside.
She was glad to be out and moving, feeling a tad antsy and needing to move around.
She had walked a few laps around the backyard, their small yorkie Bella tagging along, prancing happily beside Adelaide.
Charlie had stayed on the back porch, allowing Adelaide to have her space. He didn’t want to hover and make her upset.
Soon enough, it was evident that things were picking up. Adelaide had made her way back onto the porch, wrapping her arms around Charlie’s chest and resting her head against him.
Rocking slowly from side to side, she couldn’t help but groan as a strong contraction gripped her core.
Immediately Charlie had his hands around her, supporting her. Kissing the top of her head, whispering soft praises.
“Shh, it’s alright. I have you..” Charlie soothed, heart breaking as he heard Adelaide whimper at the peak of the contraction.
Slowly, he rocked with her. A light drizzle now pattering on top of the roof while she rode out the contraction.
As the contraction let up, Charlie brushed a piece of stray hair from Adelaide’s face, kissing the top of her head.
“Ready to go in?” He asked softly as Adelaide nodded.
“I’m ready to be a mom is what I am.” Adelaide huffed out.
A hand rested on the small of her aching back, Charlie right by her side.
“You’ll be a wonderful mom.” He soothed, kissing the back of her neck as they headed inside.
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Another two hours had rolled by and now things were picking up. Adelaide had become more quiet, focused even. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun, resting on her hands and knees in the birthing pool. Charlie crouched right beside her, still offering small praises and even trying to crack a few jokes to take her mind off of the pain.
“Adelaide.” Clara spoke softly, putting on a fresh pair of gloves as she watched the contraction ebb away.
“Mmm?” Adelaide glanced up at her midwife, shifting to sit back. Now leaning back with her knees slightly bent, an attempt to relieve the building pressure in her hips.
“Can I do a quick dilation check?” Clara asked gently, rubbing Adelaide’s knee.
Adelaide nodded, reaching out for Charlie’s hand.
Sending the slight panic from his wife, Charlie was closer, his arm wrapping around her, one hand rubbing her shoulder, the other one holding her hand as she squeezed.
“There’s going to be some pressure like before, okay?” Clara explained gently, slipping a few fingers in.
Adelaide tried to breathe through it, letting out a choked whimper.
“Shh, it’s alright. Almost finished-“ Clara spoke, quickly pulling away with a smile.
“You’re fully dilated Adelaide. On the next contraction you can start to push.” Clara explained, swapping out her gloves for a fresh pair.
“Oh really?” Adelaide mumbled, “can you get in with me Charlie?” She had turned slightly to look at her husband.
“Of course my love.” He nodded, getting settled in behind her in the birthing pool.
“Nice and easy, slow pushes. Don’t need to tire yourself.” Clara soothed gently as she watched Adelaide tuck her chin into her chest.
“There ya go.. just like that-“ Charlie mumbled, squeezing her shoulder gently.
This continued on for 30 minutes, quiet pushes and soft reassurances from Clara and Charlie.
Though things suddenly shifted, slight panic etched Adelaide’s face as she felt the start of the dreaded ring of fire, eyes wide. Cheeks flushed red, sweat dripping down her head.
“Easy, easy. Just breathe through it.” Clara spoke, reaching a hand down to apply gentle counter pressure.
Adelaide whimpered in response, her knees shaking at the building pressure.
“I want to feel.” She whispered, looking at Clara.
“Alright.” Clara smiled, guiding her hand down to rest on the crowned head.
Tears immediately spilled down Adelaide’s cheeks as she felt it. The little life she had been carrying these past nine months.
“C-Charlie..” she choked out, looking at her husband. “S-she’s almost here!” Adelaide cried softly.
“You’re doing great.” Charlie whispered, holding back his tears, or at least trying to.
“There we go, no cord around the neck. Just her shoulders left.” Clara announced after a few moments as the head popped out.
“Oh!” Adelaide whined out, back arching slightly at the pressure.
“There we go, make as much noise as you need.” Clara smiled.
“C’mon baby, we’re in the home stretch!” Charlie cheered his wife on quietly.
With a loud groan, Adelaide had pushed with all of her might, the shoulders suddenly coming free.
Suddenly the squalling newborn was on her chest and Charlie was sobbing.
“You did it babe! She’s here!” Charlie whispered, covering his wife’s face in kisses.
“Oh my god.” Adelaide breathed out, cradling the fussing newborn close.
Tears were rolling down in her cheeks, happily listening to her baby’s first loud cries.
“Good job mama! A healthy baby girl!” Clara smiled, placing a small hand towel over the baby as Adelaide smiled.
I am tentatively opening up five slots for birth fiction commissions, please read through my whole post before you decide to message me.
First and foremost, I only write what is in my pinned post. I will not write anything that is harmful to parent, baby such as miscarriages, still birth, death by birth, rape, etc.
Please be specific as you can with your commission details, I do better with visual references, but I’m happy to take on written out details too.
The starting point is 5 usd per 1k words, so 2k would be 10, 3k would be 15, etc etc.
All works will be private, I do not share commissions w/ this tumblr. If you want it uploaded here, I can do that.
If you are interested, feel free to message me and I’m sure we can work something out.
I am tentatively opening up five slots for birth fiction commissions, please read through my whole post before you decide to message me.
First and foremost, I only write what is in my pinned post. I will not write anything that is harmful to parent, baby such as miscarriages, still birth, death by birth, rape, etc.
Please be specific as you can with your commission details, I do better with visual references, but I’m happy to take on written out details too.
The starting point is 5 usd per 1k words, so 2k would be 10, 3k would be 15, etc etc.
All works will be private, I do not share commissions w/ this tumblr. If you want it uploaded here, I can do that.
If you are interested, feel free to message me and I’m sure we can work something out.
Could you write a story where a girl wakes up in a hospital room with no memory of who she is or how she got there? She tries to get up but her belly is too big. She doesn't remember she signed up to be part of an experiment for a machine that can change her dilation and pain level during labor
Hi anon, I’m very sorry but I’ll have to decline this particular piece. I knew I could’ve just deleted your ask, but I didn’t want to be rude about it.
While I will write some birth elements such as not making it to the hospital in time, very mild birth denial, etc- I do not feel comfortable writing medical births such as this. I tend to stick with more laxed ideas or what not unless I’m really in the mood for something special.
I realized I had left my ask box off, while it takes me quite awhile to finish up requests these days, I went ahead and re opened the ask box. As always, please read my pinned ❤️
I was wondering if you write a story about a school/college student (aged over 18) giving birth and baby being delivered by her male teacher. Maybe she has been hiding all day in an empty classroom for example as she knows she is in labour but has nowhere else to go, and the teacher hears her screams/cries and goes to investigate, only to find her at the point where she needs to push. No one else is around and he doesn't have a phone on him so he has to roll up his sleeves and deliver the baby right there and then.
I just wanna greatly apologize this request took me so long to do. Between IRL and just general motivation, it took longer then I would’ve like. But I do hope you enjoy the story, even though it’s not my best work.
Natalie couldn’t exactly miss this class, it was one of her last classes before she had finally had her masters degree. She was nearing the age of 30 and she was ready to finish out the schooling.
But it seemed as though her body had completely different ideas. She had ended up pregnant from a Christmas party where she got so drunk she ended up hooking up with one of her co-workers.
For the most part, she was handling the pregnancy well. She had awoken with very mild contractions and managed to get through the class, though her head was swimming by the end of it. She could barely focus, not really understanding what the professor was saying.
As the class was dismissed, she slowly stood. Teeth grit as she felt the heavy weight of the baby in her pelvis.
“Natalie?” Her professor spoke up, he always seemed to have a fond spot for her since she was so hard working.
“Yeah?” She spoke, grimacing at how breathless she sounded.
“Are you alright?” He asked, brow furrowed in worry.
Blinking a few times, Nat held her notebook closer as she gave a forced laugh and smile. Gingerly patting her aching middle.
“Just fine!” She spoke. “Baby’s just super active today!” She explained, feeling sweat bead on her forehead as she felt another harsh contraction wrap around her tight middle.
Professor Evans wasn’t quite convinced, but he had decided not to pressure her into saying anything else. Rather he watched her awkwardly waddle out of the classroom.
Natalie was grateful to get out of the stuffy classroom, though she was struggling.
She knew this building was rather old and there were plenty of abandoned classrooms. Maybe she could pop into one and take a second to catch her breath, the parking lot was far away after all.
As she found an unlocked classroom, she groaned at the sudden pressure and release of fluids between her legs.
Gasping, her eyes widened. Having dropped her notebook, she froze.
Her waters had broken.
“No no no..” she whispered, about to bend down to pick up her notebook and scurry out of the building and to her car.
But her body seemed to have other ideas, she was suddenly on her knees, sobbing at the intense pressure.
“Nooo..” she whimpered, her trembling hands trying to tug at her soaked jeans.
She was desperate to get them down, finally managing after a few moments.
“Ngh.. ah!” She yelled out as another contraction took hold.
She had scooted back to hide behind the desk, though her feet stuck out.
“Oooh..” she whimpered, a hand resting on her painfully tight belly.
Professor Evans had been heading down the same hallway when he first heard the noises. He was a bit concerned about the noises and decided to investigate.
It took a few moments for him to realize the scene. One of his students with her soaked jeans and underwear around her ankles, legs splayed out to the side. She was clearly in labor and from the looks down below, pushing already. Her lips angrily bulged as the baby’s head made its way down her birth canal.
He had been to his wife’s births, but never actually delivered a baby. Though he couldn’t get himself to just leave.
“It’s alright Natalie-“ he spoke, trying to keep his voice even as he crouched down in front of her. Wracking his brain and trying to remember what had happened with his wife in the delivery room all those years ago.
“I’m— it wasn’t supposed—“ she tried to explain but couldn’t finish her sentence, letting out a cry as another contraction began. She couldn’t help but bare down, whimpering as the silver of the head peaked through.
Pulling in a sharp breath, professor Evans watched for a moment before taking off his jacket.
“Here.. here- lift your hips-“ he coaxed, setting his jacket beneath her so she wouldn’t be giving birth on the dirty classroom floor.
“With each contraction, I want you to give me a good push okay?” He spoke, giving her knee a tentative pat.
All Natalie could manage was a nod as another contraction gripped her.
Grunting, she gave another push.
“There we go—“ Professor Evan’s muttered.
“Take it slow-“ he spoke, watching as the baby began to crown.
“Oh it burns!” Natalie cried, blowing out frantic breaths.
“There you go, just like that-“ he nodded, gingerly reaching to cradle the emerging head.
“Give me a little push..” he spoke, trying to keep his voice steady. He didn’t want to make her panic.
Groaning, she gave another push as the head popped out with a gush of fluids.
“There we go! Good job!” He spoke, his trembling hands cradling the head.
“Now just breathe the shoulders out, okay?” He spoke, glancing up at her as she gave a small nod.
Whimpering as she felt the baby start to turn. The first shoulder popping out with ease, followed by the second.
With one last cry and big push, the baby slipped out with his own big cry.
“A boy!” Professor Evans announced as he laid the squalling baby onto Natalie’s chest.
She had quickly gathered the newborn in her arms, utterly exhausted but delighted with her son.
“Thank you..” she whispered, looking at professor Evans with teary eyes.
“Ah-“ he laughed, the sudden rush of emotions making him dizzy.
“Well it’s not exactly what I went to college for, but glad to help!” He laughed.
While I still have requests open (and I promise the one in my inbox will be completed soon), I’m opening up four spaces for 1k birth ficlets for 5 USD. Please read my pinned to see what I will and will not write, if you are interested feel free to message me and I’ll get back to you asap. I am willing to take longer comissions, but the 1k take two days at the most to complete, so their the easiest to do!
Trigger warnings: mentions of cult, please be advised if subjects like this make you uncomfortable
Author’s note: I’ve been dying to write this for months and finally got the motivation to do so!
Being one of the few women within the cult wasn’t really something that bothered Eira, she had kept to herself for the most part. She was brought here as a small babe, hours old, shivering and squalling for milk. No one knew of her birth mother, the few select females of the cult became her wet nurses until she was able to start solids. She knew this cult was created by God himself, men of strong nature, able to bring upon strong and healthy children. Being able to court the females in their own sense of poly marriage.
Eira was not quite ready to delve into the marriage status yet, but something miraculous had happened.
It all started when she had a vivid dream of becoming pregnant without taking a man to bed, she couldn’t exactly explain it. There was no physical presence in the room, but she could feel everything as it happened. The cock slipping into her wet folds, the seed dumping into her fertile womb. Though no pain came forth like it should have during a woman's first time in bed, it was quite baffling.
Things seemed to get weirder as she mentioned the dream to the leader of the cult, everyone began treating her differently. She often found herself getting just as much food as the men, being seated even when she didn’t feel tired.
Despite her constant questioning on these practices, nobody would bother to give her an exact answer, so she simply remained quiet.
As the months passed, she watched with wide eyes as her body began to change. Breasts swelling and aching, spilling sweet milk. Her middle growing, and starting to sit low upon her aching hips.
She couldn’t possibly be pregnant could she? She had yet to lay with a man! This was impossible.
At least until early in the morning one late summer day, the contractions began. At first she was able to hide them, but now they were picking up pace as she walked to the cave where the main leader insisted she give birth. She wasn't entirely sure how much longer she could last. The trek to the cave was difficult on any given day, but being heavily pregnant and in labor made it far worse. Her massive bump sat low on her small frame, she looked as though she could be knocked over with the wind.
Her followers kept close behind, hushed whispers amongst themselves as she suddenly leaned up against a tree. Her nails dig into the damp bark with a sharp groan.
“Ah-“ she huffed, wiping the sweat from her brow. She knew she had to make haste with how fast the pains were coming.
Holding her gravid belly, she forced herself to continue on with walking, if memory served her correctly, the cave was just a bit past this clearing.
At this point she was stumbling amongst the grass, it was becoming more difficult to walk given the heavy babe laying deep in her cervix.
Huffing out another breath, tears sprung to her eyes as she finally spotted the familiar cave. It wasn’t that big, only big enough for her to birth in.
As she finally made it to the opening, she dropped to her knees with a sob of relief. Struggling to get her sweat soaked gown off, she had decided to just rip the fabric, buttons popping loose and rolling away into the dirt, stitches coming loose.
She figured by this point she looked like a crazed animal, having thrown her gown to the side. She had been hot and uncomfortable in it since starting the trek hours earlier.
Leaning her head back, she tried to breath, brows furrowed in concentration. She didn’t need to pass out on the followers.
Her followers surrounded her in the blink of an eye.
Her closest friend Adrian had crouched down in front of her, offering a calloused hand. “C’mon Eira, we are almost there- a few more steps-“ He spoke, helping pull up her trembling body.
Kicking the torn clothing to the side, she stumbled forward with a pained breath, a sudden gush of fluids soaking her legs.
“The waters have broken!” The cult leader announced from where he stood at the far wall of the cave opening.
Excited chatter began rushing through the crowd, but Eira had no time to listen. With her waters having given way, she felt the primal need to birth.
“I need to.. push-“ she grunted, eyes blearily and stinging with sweat as Adrian carefully guided her into a sitting position at the mouth of the cave. Crackling fire close by, a few lit torches offering light in the otherwise dim area.
Adrian looked down at her, not being able to avert his eyes.
“Son-“ The cult leader spoke, resting his hand on Adrian’s shoulder. “We must not assist, this is her own journey now.” His voice was gruff, but no real bite to it as he pulled Adrian to where the other followers stood, trying to get a good look at the poor laboring girl.
Panic briefly seized in her chest, realizing she was alone despite all the eyes being on her laboring body.
“Please be gentle my babe..” she whispered to her rock hard middle, a hand cradling the swell as she felt a light kick.
As another contraction began, she found herself giving into more animalistic instincts, moving to squat.
It was a struggle to hold herself in an upright position, but she managed.
As she bared down into her chest which was flushed red from all the strain, a small cry left her lips.
While her progress was slow, she could feel the baby slowly moving downwards.
As the contraction let up, she panted heavily. Trying to ignore the fact that she was so dizzy with pain, primarily from the way the head seemed to ground down into her small hips.
Pulling in another deep breath, she bared down. Her stomach squeezing tight with a contraction, causing her to grunt.
She could feel herself barely bulge, the head was near.
“It’s bulging!” The leader announced happily after a few more pushes.
Her lips were red and angry from such a weight, the head had yet to become visible.
“Hoo.. ooh…” Eira grunted out, moving to sit on her hands and knees, desperately trying to open her aching hips up.
She couldn’t exactly see, but she could feel the ring of fire begin as the head eased forward.
Reaching a trembling hand down, she could feel a silver of the head poke through her tight lips.
Biting down on her lip, she gave another push- trying to hold back a loud cry as the head surged forward.
“Oh god!” She gasped, stars floating in her vision.
“The head is coming!” The leader announced as he peered in between her trembling legs.
Heaving a breath, all Eira could do was moan, barely able to hear herself through the rushing in her ears.
Stepping back once more, he left Eira alone.
Giving a low whine, her head pressed into the cool stone.
She had tried to spread her legs further, grunting as the head seemed to stay put.
It felt like hours before there was any progress (though it was only mere minutes).
With another push and low growl emitting from her chest, the head had popped out with a gush of fluids.
Eira let out a pained wail, her nails digging into the stone with shaky breaths.
“Oooh.. ooooh.” She groaned out once more, shaking hand reaching to cradle the head as she felt the baby begin to turn.
“Nghh… aughhhh… come on!” She yelled, her voice echoing in the cave as the baby suddenly slipped free.
“Oh!” Eira had moved to sit, ignoring the cheers of onlookers.
She cradled the baby up to her chest, allowing the newborn to nurse greedily from her milk filled breast.
She had done it. Gave birth to life without a man’s help.
While I have not posted works in months, I do have something I’ll be uploading tonight. I do want to thank people for sticking around. I promise as I pull myself out of this horrid winter depression, I’ll begin working on requests and more short stories. ❤️
While my activity on this account is very sparse most days, I will give out a gentle reminder that I do take small comissions for birth stories (primarily for ocs, will sometimes do fandoms), details and pricing can be discussed via DMs as well.
Decided to write up a little fic for the spooky season, not my best considering it’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything.
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Werewolves were once a thing of old folk tales and children’s story books. At least until recent years, they often blended in with society. They weren’t much different from a human really, beside the whole turning into a wolf and running in the woods each full moon.
Lydia had one as a partner, and quite frankly- he treated her wonderfully.
Little was known about how werewolves bred, people were unsure if they could even breed a human, let alone allow a human to carry to full term.
Though Lydia was always a stubborn woman, often pushing herself past her own limits just to prove people wrong. That included becoming pregnant with a small litter of werewolf pups.
The pregnancy in itself wasn’t easy by any means, crhe rapid growth of the pups had left her house bound in her latter part of her pregnancy. The constant kicking and squirming kept her up all hours of the night.
Joshua, her boyfriend, had doted on her every step of the way. Often offering to do errands, rub her swollen feet, excitedly talking to the pups. It was quite sweet despite all the discomforts that came with pregnancy.
At least up until today that is. She was technically past her due date now, the pups sitting painfully low in her pelvis, making it feel as though they’d just fall right out of her.
To make matters worse, it was another full moon, and it seemed as though tonight was the night the pups decided to arrive.
She had been spending most of the day preparing the basement for the birth, quite frankly she didn’t need her neighbors hearing her cries while she birthed.
Moving up and down the flight of stairs was quite the task, having to stop every few steps to catch her breath and cradle her aching middle.
Even now, completely stripped out of her clothing, hair tied back into a messy bun- she was still holding onto her aching middle.
She couldn’t really move from her current seated position on the towels she had laid out on the floor, a contraction had seized her suddenly. Bringing her down to her current seated position with pitiful little whimpers and whines of pain.
Her waters had broken about an hour earlier, the puddle still present by the base of the stairs.
“Oooh..” She couldn’t help but groan as the contraction peaked, her body felt as though it was in a vice grip.
Despite her trembling legs, she moved to brace herself against the wall with a huff.
She could feel the first baby lowering down into her birth canal, preparing for the birth.
Despite her gravid belly blocking her vision between her legs, she had slowly snaked a hand down to her puffy lips, slipping a few fingers in as she grimaced and pulled in a sharp breath.
While she couldn’t feel the baby’s head just yet, she could tell she was almost fully dilated.
“Gonna be stubborn huh?” She laughed breathlessly as she pulled her hand away, wiping it on a nearby towel.
Deciding to move, she had slowly settled down onto her hands and knees just as the next contraction hit.
Considering it was so close to the last one, it had caught her off guard. A yell stuck in her throat as her eyes squeezed shut.
The urge to bare down had suddenly washed over her too, causing her eyes to widen.
“Oooh..” she couldn’t help but let out another shaky groan, deciding to give a test push.
Fluids trickled down her legs, with no real progress.
She knew since this was her first birth it’d likely take awhile for the first baby to even be born. Joshua had warned her the first ones of litters tended to be the biggest and most difficult to deliver.
As the contraction let up, she tried to steady her breathing- not wanting to panic herself. Though she couldn’t help but curse at the fact that Joshua couldn’t be here.
Deep down, she knew it was safer for him to be out in the woods at the moment, but she hated being alone.
“Looks like we’re in for a long night huh?” She huffed weakly to her bump, running a hand over the swollen stretched out skin as one of the pups kicked eagerly.
“Hopefully you guys won’t be so much of an issue to deliver-“ she huffed, having shifted to sit down, her back pressed against the wall. Legs spread out as she postioned a mirror between them to watch her progress.
As another contraction came over her, she had gave another deep push. Hands tucked behind her knees, trying to pull her legs up and apart, jaw clenched. Face flushed a deep red as she strained with the push.
This had gone on for at least an hour, maybe more. She was starting to lose track of time if she was honest.
Having moved positions once again, she now lay on her side, leg pulled up to her chest. Just a tear drop shape of the first head poking out between her puffy lips.
“Hooo.. hooo.. ooh!” Lydia couldn’t help but yell as the head suddenly surged forward with the next push.
Starting to inch its way into a crown, her lips slowly parting at the massive head.
“Oh come on..” she panted, reaching a trembling hand down to her aching lips, trying to massage them so she wouldn’t tear.
On the next contraction she had decided to hold off on pushing, just trying to breath the rest of the head out.
Watching it inch forward through bleary eyes, she couldn’t help but whimper.
On the next contraction, she had decided to give another small push. Chin tucked into her chest, she grunted as she bore down.
The sudden burst of pain as the head surged into a full crown had her practically howling, her thighs trembling as the head suddenly popped out with a gush of fluids.
The baby was quick to turn, giving her no real time to rest.
Barely managing to catch her breath, she let out a yell as the first shoulder popped free with another rush of pain, followed by the second. With one final push, the very large pup was born.
Chest heaving, she had pulled herself into a semi sitting position as she reached for the crying newborn. Cradling him up to her aching chest with a shaky laugh.
“Your papa was right-“ she grinned, grabbing a towel to drape over the pup as he eagerly nursed from her swollen tit. “You are pretty big-“ she muttered, sinking back against the wall.
A bit grateful to have a brief break in between deliveries. She still had two more pups to deliver.
As the first pup finished nursing, Lydia could feel the pains start back up.
Grimacing, she had set the first born in a pile of soft towels after clamping his cord and cutting it.
Shifting to rest on her hands and knees, she gave a small push.
Since she had already delivered the largest pup, things seemed to be moving much quicker now.
She could feel herself bulge around the head that was resting behind her lips. Reaching a hand down to cradle it.
“Come on baby..” she whined in between pains, giving another push as a silver of the head peaked through her already pained lips, earning another whimper.,
“Hoo.. hooo.. mmh-!” She cried out as the head surged into an unexpected crown, rather quickly.
Stuck on her hands and knees, she gingerly massaged the overtaxed skin with shaky breaths, trying to blow the head out, once more not wanting to risk a tear.
“Ahhh..” she groaned, tears starting to roll down her redden cheeks as the head continued to inch forward before popping out with another gush of fluids.
Head dangling between her legs, she awkwardly moved to lay on her side once again.
Not really having time to pull her leg back to watch, she let out a surprised gasp as the shoulders pushed against her sore opening.
“Impatient like your daddy huh?” She huffed out, giving a push as the first shoulder popped out, quickly followed by the second.
With a grunt and small push, the body had quickly followed. The second smaller pup, a girl laid between her mothers legs with loud cries.
“Ohh.. it’s alright-“ Lydia had shushed her, cradling her to her other swollen breast as the hungry pup immediately latched, drinking with vigor.
Wincing as she leaned back, Lydia managed to get a tiny break once more.
Having done the same with the second pup, she had cut the cord and laid her beside her brother after she finished nursing.
Deciding to stay seated against the wall, she groaned out in pain. The contractions coming back at full force.
“Finally-“ she huffed out, “the last one..” she muttered, gingerly pressing against her deflating bump.
“Oooh..” she grunted, the pain peaking as she tucked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up as she tucked her chin to her chest.
Pushing felt as though it was happening in slow motion with the last pup, the smallest of the three moving down so slowly.
“Oh god!” She cried out at the sudden burn between her legs.
“Come on.. come on!” She cried out, feeling the head just stay put in a partial crown.
No matter how much she pushed, it wouldn’t budge.
Realizing she was quickly losing energy, she had somehow managed to pull herself into a standing position, legs slightly bent. Trembling hands cradling the crowning head as she gave her hardest push yet.
She couldn’t keep quiet as the pain reached another intense level as the head had surged into a full crown at a rapid pace due to the gravity.
“Nghh.. come on!” She yelled out as the head popped free with a gush of fluids.
Without even pushing, the shoulders had surged forward and the last baby was quick to fall into her hands.
Letting out a little yelp of surprise, Lydia had moved down to sit on her knees, holding the wailing pup up against her chest.
Letting out a shaky laugh, she guided him to her breast to begin nursing.
It was over, she had somehow successfully delivered three werewolf pups with no complications.
Hospital births are something I tend to stray away from due to the fact that I myself hate hospitals in general, but if I ever get inspo, I’ll be sure to post :))
