Courtney ❤️

bisexual female who has had a pregnancy/birth fetish ever since she was a kid turning over a new leaf. This blog is strictly for role-play will also play over on Discord for now username: LaborBirthQueen Role-play with women only

[laborabirthqueen]

Looking for more role players

I am usually not the carrier in my role-play, just a personal private preference

 I love long, slow, intense laborers with an extremely supportive partner, who is affectionate

 I love home, birth/water birth  over hospital birth

I love long-term role-play

 Prefer to play with women, but you are a male and you are an experienced role player who knows what they’re doing and you check all of my boxes then we’re all good

 Like to have  a role-play partner who stays engaged and we both bounce ideas off each other a

 Prefer a partner who writes in first person and who writes more than one sentence

 Would love to play with the following people @pushing4u @pushingecstasy

I love the idea of us having kids nonstop just not right on top of each other. If you enjoy that too let’s have some fun.

 I also enjoy the intimacy and labor and delivery and just being close with my partner as they labor and bring our children into the world, most of all

 Yes I have discord @laborabirthqueen

What I do not like

People flaking on me if you do not want to play together all you have to do is tell me don’t disappear

 if  it takes you more than a week to respond then I will ghost you no explanation if you refuse to make time for me, I refuse to make time for you

 if the vibe is off between us, then I will say this isn’t working out and walk away, and I hope whoever I play with with would have enough courtesy to do that for me as well

If all you can think about is the sex part of role-play being my partner won’t be for you

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I love intimate romantic births and I’m not afraid to say it

[laborabirthqueen]

Looking for a role players come find me on discord

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Hey everyone, I’m back after some time away looking for some new role players so  DM for details

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She is Here.....Our Baby is Here♡

Introducing Juliana Jolie Winter. Born December 25th @ 10:35 PM. She weighted 10 lbs even and was 30 inches long. We are so happy and so excited to welcome our 3rd baby into the family. Both me and my wife are exhausted but we couldn't be more happy. It was a long and tough labor and I could not have done any of it without the support of my amazing and wonderful wife. I love you so much baby ♡ @laborabirthqueen

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@born-to-birth you were a complete rockstar, my love I think with every baby we have I fall even more in love with you with ever push gruntband strain your body goes through bringing our beautiful family into the world

 to our daughter, sweet Juliana Jolie, winter you are loved beyond measure by your mother, and I and we are so unbelievably in love with you, even though it was rough bringing you into this world we know, without a doubt that you are a fighter

What do you say, baby? @born-to-birth wanna have some more babies with me 

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Through the tiredness and the continued worry, I continue to labor in my wifes steady arms as she does her best to maneuver, our daughter deep in my belly as I steadily push her into the world with every bit of streangth I have. After what seems like an eternity our daughter finally begins to turn as I continue to push her into this world and my wifes awaiting hands.

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In the softness and stillness of the early morning,we hear the first cry of our baby girl as she makes her presence known as I place her on your chest and then move behind you so that I’m holding you both in the security of my arms 💕💕 @born-to-birth

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I lean back into you because I don't have anything else left to hold on to. Every wave hits harder than the last, stealing the breath right out of my chest, and the only thing keeping me grounded is your arms locked around me. I can feel your warmth against my back, your breath steady at my ear, whispering to me like you are trying to pull me through each contraction by sheer will.

My whole body feels split between exhaustion and determination, but every time I start to fade, you tighten your hold—like you know exactly when I need to be reminded I am not facing this alone. Your hands guide mine, steady my shaking legs, and press over my belly to help our daughter shift. I can feel how careful you are, how focused, like every part of you is tuned to me.

Time gets strange. I can't tell minutes from hours anymore. It is all just heat, pressure, breath, and your voice grounding me. When the contractions hit, I press my forehead to your shoulder, gripping your arm like I need to feel your strength to remember my own. You stay there—solid, unmovable—letting me lean every bit of my weight and fear into you.

And then somewhere between the pain and the trembling and your steady voice guiding me, I feel it. A subtle shift deep inside, small but undeniable. She moved. She turned. Our daughter was responding to us—responding to me—and it cracked something open in my chest. I am not just fighting anymore; I am bringing her closer.

You whisper that you can feel it too, that we are getting closer, that I am doing so damn well. Your words wrap around me, sharp and soft all at once, and I hold onto them like they are the last bit of strength I have left.

In that moment, there is nothing but us—your arms, my breath, and the tiny life we are working together to bring into the world. Every push, every tremor, every heartbeat feels shared, like we are moving as one toward the moment she finally appears.

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 breath for breath we are matched we are one I look you square in the eyes so you don’t lose focus, and I whisper to you “it’s time to push baby give it everything you got”

 as I continue to sit behind you I feel your muscles tense and soften with every push and I feel our daughter move and make her way out underneath my hands ready to finally enter the world and meet us

 Our love in human form

 our sweet girl 

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The air in the room has a kind of heat—soft, intimate, heavy with everything the two of us already share and everything we are fighting through together. Labor has wrapped itself around my body, drawing me deeper with every wave. I am not breaking, but it is not smooth, and my strength was starting to weaken.

My amazing wife though is right there with me, close enough that her warmth brushes against my skin, grounding me in a way nothing and no one else can. Every time a contraction hits, her hands found me—my shoulders, my hips, my lower back—touches that aren’t just supportive, but familiar, loving, claiming. She knows my body, my rhythms, my breaths, and she moves with me like she was born for this moment.

I am not falling apart… but she can feel the shift in me, the quiet strain beneath my breath.

And then it happens—just one look.

My eyes meet hers, and the whole room seems to tighten around that connection. It isn't fear. It isn't panic. It is something deeper—an exposed, intimate truth that only lovers who have lived inside each other’s hearts can understand.

Her gaze soft, dark, and full of a love that wraps around me like a warm hand. I feel her thumb brush my cheek, her forehead lower to mine for a second, her breath mingle with mine. That closeness… it steadies me, ignites me, reminds me that I am not doing this alone.

She doesn't need to speak. Neither do I. The look said everything:

I see you. I’ve got you. We’re doing this together, no matter how hard it gets.

My fingers curl into hers. My body leaned into hers. The world narrows down to the heat between us, the rhythm of my breathing, and the fierce tenderness that held me inches from breaking—and miles from giving up.

Whatever comes next, we will meet it as one.

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As I hold her in my arms, I can feel my wife’s body ease and contract the room has fallen silent as our breath mingles together as one and our bodies sway together as one

No doubt, no fear just faith and strength and belief in one another. Nothing else needs to be said we’ve got this because we’ve got each other and that’s all we’ve ever needed.

 The tiredness may be sitting into our bones, but we are not a couple who gives up on each other or our family or the babies we bring into this world …… We have mastered the long haul and this is no different

I love you so much, Ava. You are my heart my soul, my love, my everything the strength you have every time when you bring one of our babies into the world amazes me every single time. 😚 @born-to-birth

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Hey everyone we are back with a labor update. The intensity has definitely hit a whole new level. The contractions are definitely hitting harder now — deeper, fuller, demanding everything from me. My breath is trembling between each one as the pressure builds. I can feel the stretching through my hips, pressing down like the earth itself is urging this baby to move. I am feeling every shift inside me — it's raw, primal force, sacred chaos.

I am starting to push, my whole body is shaking with effort. It feels like I’m right there, on the edge between worlds… but something also feels off. The baby isn’t descending the way they should. There’s resistance — subtle, but there.

I look into my wife’s eyes and she knows before I even speak. That’s the beauty of us — that wordless understanding born from love, trust, and shared instinct. Together, we prepare to move. She supports me as I shift my body, trying different positions, breathing through the pain and surrendering to the unknown.

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Our eyes meet and have a full conversation without words we know if we don’t start moving into different positions. Things will get even more difficult as labor continues.

 as the fear kicks in there is also a depth of understanding that flows between us. The intimacy is about to intensify as we move together. We’re about to make love to one another, but with movement instead of our lips, it’s one of our favorite times during labor.

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You don’t really understand what it feels like until you’re here. The room fades out, the world narrows to your own breath — and the sound of someone you love telling you to hold on. Every contraction hits like a wave that’s too big to outrun. You don’t ride it. You survive it.

I’m shaking. My whole body feels like it’s burning from the inside out. The pressure is unreal — deep, primal, like something ancient waking up inside me. I want to cry, scream, push, and stop all at once. My wife’s right beside me, voice steady, even though I can see the fear flicker in her eyes. She keeps saying, “You’ve got this, baby. Just breathe. I’m right here.” Somehow, that’s enough to keep me from falling apart.

Between pushes, I lean into her, trembling, trying to catch my breath. She wipes the sweat from my face, kisses my hair, whispers things I can’t even fully hear — but I feel them. Every word lands somewhere deep in my chest.

There’s this moment — right before the next contraction — when time just… stops. Everything hurts, but everything is also alive. She looks at me like she’s watching me break open the universe, and for a second, I realize: this is it. This is the edge of creation.

It’s raw. It’s terrifying. It’s holy. She’s right there, holding me through all of it.

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 I have lost count the number of hours my beautiful strong warrior of a wife has been in labor time all but  blurs together now but here I am by her side, like always forever, no matter what being her anchor as she breathes, cries and pushes with agonizing screams doing what the female human body does best bringing children into the world

 seconds have turned to minutes minutes into hours hours into days. Time is irrelevant as I hold her in my arms cradling her belly that still houses are stubborn daughter not quite ready to leave the comfort of her mother‘s womb  but ever so slowly fear creeps into my chest, knowing no longer our daughter stays in my wife’s belly the more danger we will soon be in if she doesn’t  make her entrance Earthside soon

 I’ve seen countless women as a midwife, push their bodies to the breaking point to bring their precious babies in the world, no matter what but it is a whole different beast when you are monitoring and taking care of your own wife as she brings your children into the world

 The fear is heightened

 The anxiety is real

 The uncertainty is palpable

 but the connection is unbreakable, unwavering raw real deep, and I would never leave her not even if she asked me to we are partners wives loves in this lifetime And in the next and beyond

 She is mine. I am hers

She owns me, mind body, heart, spirit, soul,

 She and our kids are my everything

 Both of us 26 years old with four beautiful children and one angel baby there is no one absolutely positively no one. I would want to live this life with than her no replacements no substitutions her and only her for the rest of my life

 so as I watch, her strain breathe, push cry, scream, and everything else in between as she brings our daughter into the world all I can think is God I am the luckiest damn woman on the planet to be loved by such a strong, beautiful, bad ass woman who has chosen me and most of all to carry our children, no matter the number for the rest of our lives 

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I don’t think anything could have prepared me for this feeling. One minute, my wife was right beside me, helping me breathe through another contraction—her voice calm, her hand steady on my back. I was focused on the rhythm, just trying to stay grounded through the waves of pressure.

Then, all at once, I felt it—this sudden warmth, a release I couldn’t control. For a second I froze, my mind catching up to what my body already knew: my water had just broken. Everything changed in an instant. The air felt heavier, the reality of what was happening sank in deeper.

My wife looked at me, eyes wide and soft at the same time, and I saw her shift from comfort to readiness. She brushed my hair back and said, “Okay, baby, we’ve got this.” And that was all I needed to hear.

It’s wild how fast labor goes from “we’re managing this” to “it’s really happening.” That moment—the sound, the rush, her hand on me—felt like the world narrowing to just us and what was coming next.

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 All right my love, baby girl is definitely on her way I love you so much. We’ve got this. Let’s bring this sweet baby girl into the world. What do you say? @born-to-birth

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My whole body is trembling. It’s not just the strain of this labor — it’s the weight of the baby descending down lower inside my belly, the way each breath drags through my chest like it’s trying to escape. My body is fighting to keep up with the process, to stay grounded when everything feels too heavy, too real.

My wife is right there beside me through this all. I can feel the heat of her body against mine. Her hands are on my belly helping to steady me. She is my unyielding strength — keeping me from breaking apart when the pressure hits again and again with every contraction. The sound that leaves me isn’t graceful; it’s raw, sharp, pulled from somewhere deep that doesn’t care about composure.

She doesn't flinch. Instead she just tightens her hold, her breath syncing with mine until I start to find it again. Until I can breathe. Until I remember that I’m not doing this alone.

It’s harder than either of us expected it to be. The kind of hard that strips you down to instinct — no words, no masks, just the raw edge of what’s left when you’ve given everything. I can feel the burn in my muscles, the fire in my chest, the blur between pain and power.

Yet through it all, she stays. She anchors me with the weight of her presence — not gentle, not soft, just there. Unmoving. Unbreakable.

When my body shakes and my strength falters, she catches me before I fall. In that moment — between the struggle and the surrender — I realize what trust really is. It’s not quiet or calm. It’s this. It’s the storm, and the way she refuses to let go of me no matter how hard it hits.

I love you so much baby...thank you for being my support and rock as we bring another one of our children into the world ♡

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 side-by-side through it ll my love Forever

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One of these days baby @born-to-birth 🥰😘 Love you.😚

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My breathing has shifted—each inhale heavier, each exhale carrying the weight of something building inside me. The edges of the pain have sharpened, not unbearable, but insistent enough to make its presence known. I catch my wifes eyes, and without needing any words, we both know. It is time. Time to leave the soft safety of our backyard laboring space and begin our slow walk toward the indoor sanctuary we have prepared in the house. Every step feels like i'm crossing a threshold, moving me deeper into the rhythm my body is calling me into.

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As we walk further back into the woods to the cabin, we have so lovingly called our birth sanctuary that my father-in-law built with so much love, and detail

 our hearts are so full of love and gratitude

 my wife has now moved so that I am walking behind her, holding her belly firmly yet gently swaying from time to time as her breath continues to ebb and flow quietly moaning into my neck, taking one step at a time together as we reached the cabin

 we’ve got this baby you and me love you @born-to-birth

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My breath comes heavy, raw, and uneven—but when she leans in, when my wife presses her body against mine, I feel something else spark beneath the ache. Every inhale drags her scent into me, every exhale is broken by the need to feel her closer.

The pain sharpens, but so does my hunger. My skin is burning for her touch. When her hand slides over me, when her lips brush against my neck, the contractions blur into something almost unbearable in the best way. My sensitivity shifts—not gone, just transformed. I stop feeling fragile and start feeling consumed by her.

I need her weight pinning me down, her warmth pressing in. The more she touches me, the less the pain owns me—and the more she does. Her whispers don’t just ground me, they ignite me. Each kiss makes me tremble harder, makes me ache for her even as my body works through the waves tearing through me.

It’s overwhelming, how close I want her. I don’t just want her beside me—I want her inside me, tangled up in every breath and every pulse of pain. The labor doesn’t strip me down; it strips me open, makes me raw enough to feel every ounce of love and lust she pours into me.

With her wrapped around me, I’m not just surviving this—I’m surrendering to it. To her. To us.

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Her back pressed back against my chest

Both cupping her belly gently yet firmly

Breath mingling together

 Uncertain of where one starts and the other begins

 so close

Anchored to one another 

Body

 mind

 Spirit,

 soul

 a love that gets stronger and deeper with every movement and heartbeat of our baby

A partnership

 when one moves the other follows

Always in tune

 Always in sync

 breathe in, breathe out

She is mine and I am hers

No doubt, no fear just intimacy and love 

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My breath slows, then quickens, my body swaying with the rhythm only I can hear. Alex, my wife watches me, completely undone by my strength, by the beauty in my surrender. Every contraction draws me deeper, and with every wave alex draws closer to me—holding me, kissing my temple, whispering how loved I am.

My fingers curl into hers, and even through the strain, I smile at her—soft, radiant, timeless. She can feel my heart, my courage, my power in every trembling breath. I am bringing our child into the world, and she has never seen me more beautiful.

She presses her forehead to mine, tears in her eyes, and all she can think is: this is love in its purest form. Not polished, not easy, but raw, real, and sacred. I am her home, her everything, and tonight, as I labor, she falls in love with me all over again.

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The love I have for my wife deepens and grow stronger with every little soul we bring earth side, her strength, her power, her softness, her beauty overwhelms my body, overflowing and seeping into every fiber of my being

There is no greater gift then the opportunity to aid your wife as she labor bringing your children into the world and being able to assist her to bring them in this world together with her body, your hands and your touches between each other

It is truly an out of body experience to have this time with my wife with us both working our tails off at our jobs being able to have this time together is everything to us. It’s a privilege and honor, and something we will cherish forever.

 This intimacy this love this life is everything

 it is us raw, real sacred profound

Bare bones, naked only known so deeply by the other

 Seen

 Loved

 in such a way that is so deep that it’s hard to breathe at times one cannot survive without the other

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Guys I have the best wife in the world. This labor has been a lot slower progressing than my previous labors and it has been alot on both of us, not only physically but also mentally.

Yet even in the middle of the night when I am having contraction my wife gets up with me to help me through them in whatever way I need. Wether its adding much needed counter pressure, rubbing my belly trying to ease the tension, talking to me and the baby as I contract.

She is just absolutely amazing. I love you so much baby. You are an incredible woman and mother ♡

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Love you so much, baby we’ve got this together I guess baby girl is going to be stubborn just her parents 💕😘@born-to-birth