Defeatist

she/they, 21, 18+ blog MINORS DNI! blog for writing drabbles abt kink

[lightsoutbabw]

I’m a Demigirl with a queer blog, and a safe space to send asks or prompts or roleplay (strictly ask box). I always love to hear it out; I’m into pregnancy, labor, birth, denial, fantasy, etc. And if I don’t like it, I’ll just tell you

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I always find it funny that I have a kink blog and I’m irl sex repulsed and for the most part asexual

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Wow! It’s actually really nice to know others are also like this! Thank you because sometimes I feel very weary in my sexuality outside of kink

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I always find it funny that I have a kink blog and I’m irl sex repulsed and for the most part asexual

[birthcoach]

[foxphantom]

long/hard births where not only will the baby not come out, it won't go back in either. just sitting there with a baby stuck in your canal with no way to try to reposition so it'll come out this time - your only option is to push and hope it works this time.

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Pregnant plush who’s so full that when they bend over the seam between their legs strains with the baby behind it…and then splits.

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I spent way too much time rendering this, but shoutout to the random commenter who said I should draw a leather bodysuit birth, I like the way you think

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Emo boy pissed off he’s putting on weight only to end up crowning in the bathroom with a tight tummy and head that absolutely won’t budge.

[fareplay]

Girl who refuses to believe theres anything wrong with her, even as shes sitting doubled over on the bathroom floor, breasts twice their jormal size and spilling a trail of milk, belly round and taught, the visible outline of an egg sliding up the shaft of her cock-turned-ovipositor before it hits the hard grip she has over the tip and slides back down. Definately she will be fine in the morning, and her dreams of getting abducted by aliens are just dreams.

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I have thought about Skyrim pregnancy before after reading that one anons ask on someone’s post I have forgotten. But my specific thought was after Miraak. Him cursing the dragon born with one final breath and nothing happens. You return to Tamriel battered and beaten to whatever home you’ve created: perhaps the thieves guild where you end up growing swollen with the egg of a dragon despite the commitment to your job. The egg pushing out in the middle of a bigger job, hiding I the closet of a victim’s house. Or maybe you’ve returned to the dark brotherhood and have locked yourself in the night mother’s coffin to birth in the tiny space as Cicero insists he could cut it out himself. Or maybe back in the falkreath cabin you’ve waded down to the lake at night to end up birthing the huge egg in the water under the moon. Just thoughts.

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It’s still wild to me how other people share niche turn-ons such as pregnant bellies growing rapidly and struggling to hold off from giving birth into tight-fitting clothes. Like what do you mean you’re into that too, surely that’s just my weird little thing…

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I looove bloating that ends up to be a cryptic pregnancy. The belly being so firm and hard but not too outwardly round, just uncomfortable. Shirts that don’t fit as properly and make the tight stomach tighter and nauseous.

[birthedstars]

Locked In

Nessa's fingers jittered across her controller. One, wide spread, leg bounced anxiously as her character narrowly dodged a combo string. She was just getting to the second phase of the fight and things were only getting harder.

Her firm belly coiled tight beneath her hoodie, very nearly causing her to mistime a dodge roll. It had been doing it with increasing intensity and frequency since she started no-life-ing the game a few days ago. Everytime it did it cost her run; a missed dodge, a panic roll into an incredibly delayed attack, a flinch causing her to heal at the worst moment – one cramp a couple hours ago hit so hard she pissed herself and unplugged her controller on accident. She was close to just calling it for the night and taking some pain meds for the cramps and hip pain, but each run felt like the one. She was so damn close.

Her fingers mashed hard into her controller as her stomach tightened even harder, as the pain in her hips and back mounted, as she felt a blisteringly sharp pain within her vagina.

“Fuuuuck you, craaaaamps,” Nessa grit her teeth through the pain.

The boss’ HP slowly whittled down as the cramps became faster. Nessa couldn't let the discomfort cause her to rush; no mistakes this time, this was the run. A pressure in her bottom intensified; It felt like she had to take shit but she ignored it. Bathroom break later, final boss now. Just had to hold it in. The urgent feeling to just bear down with the cramps threatened to consume her as the boss began one long combo string.

Instinct and hours of runs took over fingers. No amount of pressure or pain could distract her while she was in this kind of flowstate. Dodge right, dodge left, roll under the legs, parry, parry, She unconsciously spread her legs wider than before, her body pushed something firm through her with its own effort. The combo ended, but her concentration didn't; her character deftly took advantage of the lag openings.

Another cramp gripped her body. Nessa groaned loudly as the pressure peaked and what she thought would be the final blow left the boss’ HP at a thin sliver of red. It reared back for another string.

“C'mon, this is the one, this is the one–nghhhhhhhh!” Nessa growled as a burning sensation encompassed her already throbbing labia.

She entered her flow as if nothing was happening. Her body opened wider and wider, skin strained against skin, spurts of fluid drenched the crotch of her sweats. The boss' combo ended as her legs started to shake with an anxious excitement. This was it.

One final swing missed her narrowly, she bit her lip as her character swung into the boss’ model and the pressure made her back slightly arch. And then the boss music cut. The boss slowly turned into mist and the victory anthem rang through her small room.

“I did it….holy shit…YES, I DID IT,” Nessa, ignoring every pain, leapt out of her chair with a victorious shout as the boss dissipated into smoke. Not a second later the pressure between her legs released and a weight dropped into the crotch of her sweats.

“What the fuck…ow, owowow!” she gingerly reached toward the mass as she became aware of the struggle her body had gone through.

The mass squirmed and wailed at her touch just as the endgame credits started to roll. A simple pain med wouldn't take care of this.

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Think my partner might be attracted to tortured poets … hmm

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An egg that grows so heavy overnight that why you stand and it shifts the tip drops down to spear the cervix open suddenly…

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Always a fan of stardew farmer or spouse giving birth in the fields after overworking themself, crowning into tight work clothes far from the house is just too good.

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Back to heavily pregnant punk boy throwing a house party. The only reason he came to college was to get knocked up and as wasted as possible. And he’s knocked up big time, twins, maybe triplets. His white tank top rides up his belly no matter how far he pulls it down, and his belly is tight and hard, hot to the touch at the apex. The guys at his party love to grope it and feel the rolling movement inside. Pouring the last bit of beer down it and watching his stomach become sticky and slick. The weight of a head pushes down onto his cervix and makes his cunt puffy and swollen in his jean shorts. He’s kneeling with his lips at the base of a dick as his ass is slapped over and over in the midst of the music and bustle when his stomach contracts through the fog of drunkness. It is some of the most intense pain of his life and makes him gasp and grip his belly. Squatting in his position between someone’s legs draped over a couch just makes everything move lower and panic creep through the back of his mind. His face is shoved back down before he has much time to think and soon enough a crowd is fawning over him on his hands and knees with a head lodged and stuck perfectly in his slit.