She/Her | Early 20s | This is an NSFW blog where I post many of my kinks!! | Not huge into rp but Iâm open to ideas! | If any ideas involve me, I am NOT a dom/top :)
Minors DNI as this is an 18+ account where I will post kink content! I have a lot of specific kinks and fantasies that I've been tired of not seeing, so I figured I'd put it out there for others to enjoy as well!
Updated June 7th, 2026!
Claimed Anons: N/A
(Please make sure to tell me your terms/pronouns so I know how to address you!)
A disclaimer before I get into what I am/not into:
I AM 100% PRO CHOICE, PRO TRANS + LGBT.
Everything I type here is EXCLUSIVELY fantasy and I would not wish this to happen to anyone IRL!
Now that thats out of the way,
About Me:
You can call me Talus or Tal! My pronouns are She/Her, though I'm okay with They/Them as well! I am bisexual, so I'm open to anyone sending me asks, though I have a heavy preference for women/feminine presenting persons âșïž. I am strictly a submissive, I'm not one to take charge nor do I enjoy it.
Link to Build-A-Birth!!
(PLEASE SEND ME MORE OF THESE THEYRE SO HOT PLEAAAASE)
What I like:
Terms:
I am heavy into pet play, so I love anything like bunny, pup/puppy, or even deer, though I am not into being called kitten/kitty. The only degrading nickname I prefer is mutt âșïž, anything else is a little too far for me!
I adore feminine terms such as beautiful, pretty, etc.! I'm huge into praise.
I am okay with body parts being referred to as tits, cunt, etc., but I do not like extreme degrading terms, and will delete any submissions with words like pig, fuckhole, cumhole, etc.
Likes: Sounding, fisting, breeding farms, objectification, minor blood, kidnapping, incest/fauxcest, drugging/intox (no alcohol), kinda everything else (just ask if you're unsure, I'll tell you if its a no!)
Hard No: Scat, Food play, Feederism, Obesity Play, Gore, Pissing Yourself, Raceplay, Death
About my content:
I will do my absolute best to tag things with their proper tags/warnings, but things slip through the cracks! Please let me know if I missed a tag!
Reminder that this is 100% fantasy!! Anything that I post is fantastical and does NOT reflect to my wishes IRL! Nobody IRL should go through some of the things I post!
I will post about unpleasant/extremely painful scenarios (INCLUDING medically inaccurate). I am all for sweet and gentle scenarios but I am a very mixed bag! The only thing you will rarely see me post is orgasmic births, as that doesn't really do much for me.
I will sometimes post things that are tagged as NH! This is always referred to either monsters, hybrids or petplay. This does NOT mean actual animals! If you choose to interpret it in a furry, therian, etc. way, you are more than welcome, but that is not what its geared towards!
About Interacting with Me:
I don't answer DMs unless we've interacted for a long time, or if you're asking a question about my boundaries! PLEASE feel free to send me prompts, ideas, and concepts! I LOVE getting asks!! I don't do roleplay in dms nor through asks, but you're more than welcome to talk about the things you'd do to me or would love to see others do to me đ! I just donât want to long form rp it.
Feel free to add to my posts!! I'd love to see your ideas! Tell me how much you enjoyed my posts, maybe even tell me if you got off to it/how you did đ! Please just be respectful! Don't send me pictures. Spam liking/reblogging is very welcome my loves <3
As stated in my bio, I am strictly a submissive if an ask does involve me! I am not into being dominant! Do not put me into the dominant role in asks, as they will be ignored. Any scenario that talks about doing something to a submissive, I AM IMAGINING MYSELF IN THAT ROLE!! Itâs just easier typing it from the other perspective!
Tags:
Current tag system works as follows:
Longer, high-effort posts will get tagged with #talus-writes !
Shorter text posts that I write on a whim will be tagged with #talus-txt
Non-horny posts will get tagged as #talus-speaks .
Answers will get #talus-answers !
All posts will have #mdni and most will have #nsft .
I'll obviously tag any kink-specific tags on the posts themselves!
Reblogs most likely will not get tagged unless I am adding onto someone elses post.
Trying to decide on a submittal for a sequel to the Julie and Anna one, but Iâm drawing a few blanks, so how about this?
What are YOU feeling like writing for the sequel? Pick a few tags and Iâll just fill in remaining blanks, how does that sound?
OOoo!! Hi anon, welcome back!! Feel free to give me an emoji or smth if youd like to be a frequent anon!!
For a sequel... I'll list the tags I'd like to write but other than that, you are free to pick anything you'd like!! Get creative with it if you like, I'd love to see what you come up with!! :D
Tags:
- Human
- Twins
- Overdue
- Prolonged labor
- Some other form of complication, feel free to pick which one!
- Macrosomia
This was AGES ago but it was a fic where the main girl was part of a cult society where one girl every year was conscripted based on some sign idk what it was but she basically went through trial after trial
Having to handle different bugs inside her body to prep her for carrying multiple babies, then she was married off and considered one of the highest valued members in her society
i want her sitting pretty on my lap, back to my chest, my strap perfectly still inside her while i lazily rub her clit. my other arm wrapped tight around her waist to keep her from squirming, holding her exactly where i want her. her head resting against my shoulder, parted lips right by my ear so i can hear every little sound she's fighting to keep inside. sheâll be trying so hard not to move, her nails digging into my forearm, thighs trembling every time my fingers drag a little too slow. "you're doing so good for me, baby. just breathe. i've got you."
i want to turn my face towards hers and watch her chase my mouth on instinct, bringing my hand up to her throat to stop her in her tracks. tightening my grip as she tries to reach my lips again, "uh-uh. what do you say, angel?" just to hear how breathless she sounds when she begs before cutting her off with the kiss she's so desperate for. murmuring against her mouth how much i love having her like this, how well she's doing, how good she feels wrapped around me. "aww, i can feel you clenching down. you like when i talk to you like that? when i tell you what a good girl you are? what, are you gonna cum? just from that? go ahead then, princess, youve earned it. cum for me."
i want to feel it hit her, almost instantly, her body tensing in my arms while i talk her through every wave. "that's it, baby, just like that. fuck, look at you." my hand on her throat will soften, thumb stroking over her pulse while i tell her to breathe, to let it happen, that she's okay. i'll kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, letting her ride it out until she goes all soft against my chest.
and then, when she's still catching her breath, thinking she's safe, i want to tighten my grip and start thrusting up into her. slow at first, enough to savor the noises she'd let out, far too fucked to filter a single thing coming out of her mouth. and then harder, unrelenting, until her eyes are rolling back and she's limp in my arms. i'll grab the wand i had placed nearby, turning it on before holding it against her. sheâll jolt, whine my name, try to twist away even as her hips instinctively roll down to meet each thrust. "shh, i know, baby. i know it's a lot. you can take it. i'm not done with you."
Very experimental? Honestly? Even a bit too dark for me usually I think?⊠Originally based on a random thought, got too carried away, now here it is. Iâm not ashamed of it or anything, just, a bit out of my usual even if I am technically still dabbling into this all. It being from the POV from the non-carrier also makes it feel like that honestly, I am more of a carrier POV. But, I hope someone out there enjoys it at least!
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Youâve been asked to conduct a very particular study. You have been asked to study to âachieve the conditionsâ in which a womb will always, without fail, deliver a baby correctly. No breech, transverse, even sunny-side up babies. The wording is strange and the methods youâre allowed⊠Dubious. Really, you can read through the lines. These people want you to train a womb to be somehow perfect. An utterly impossible thought.
But even if they skip around the real wording with scientific language, who are you to deny them? Especially when such a thought is also simply begging to be studied.
Iâve ended up your first subject, perhaps tricked, perhaps taken off the streets, and of course, impregnated with fat, heavy, triplets. I donât know who the father is, though you, my âprimary doctorâ, do. They are yours after all, it's not like your higher ups care where the âseedâ comes from.
You take great pleasure in handling every checkup, in looking at every ultrasound, in telling me only what your fellow scientists want me to know⊠But above all, watching me grow rounder, heavier, with our babies. You can barely hide the satisfaction when you notice the drop in my heavy, overgrown full-term swell, as the nurses help me move from room to room.
When I am due, you and your team have made sure every baby inside me is not just the size of a typical singleton, but weighs well above average. I am reclined on a medical bed, my hands bound so that I may not interfere, my legs open in stirrups so wide my hips ache, but give you all ample view. A part of me wishes the date was wrong, that somehow this wouldnât come, but youâve all worked too hard to be mistaken. Hours later after the first pain enveloped my stomach, I feel the urge to push, and you begin to coach me through this inevitable birth.
There are no more drugs, no more medical tricks. It's all as ânaturalâ as it can be. It's not even been an hour, but I already start to plead, the horrible pressure within me refusing to move even through the most horrid of contractions.
âItâs too big! Oh plea- PLEASE, ITâS JUST TOO BIG! I CANâT PUSH IT OUT!â
âPush harder. You were made for thisâ You remind me.
For hours on end, the head bobs in and out of my cervix, sinking into my womb but always threatening to breach my canal. You rub my tightening belly, giving the gentlest, lightest caress possible every time I push, to the point I end up begging-
âPLEASE, YOUâRE TORTURING ME! JUST PUSH ON MY BELLY ALREADY, GET IT OUT OF MEEE!âŠâ
But you donât.
âThis is your job. You were made for this. We chose you for thisâ
I chose you for this. You think, but you will never say it.
Nearly a whole day later, finally, the firstborn is born out of my abused cunt. It took everything in your power not to hold the head in place while my lips stretched around the crown, but with the progress being so slow, my own tightness practically did the job for you.
One of the nurses takes the child away, as you rub something cold all over my bloated belly. I barely pay attention, exhausted and thankful to have a break. Though I know my body will be demanding I push again soon. And so it does, barely a few minutes later, another horrid weight settling deep in my pelvis, and refusing to move, just like the first. I push anyways, of course. Screaming, grunting, like every time before. But you donât coach me. You are focused on the images on the screen, giving disapproving tsks and shaking your head.
I feel your hand on my thigh, and then the other be shoved into my canal, your arm sinking deeper and deeper within until you are up against the baby inside.
âNO- WHAT ARE YOU DOING-!? STO-â
A contraction interrupts me, and I push against our second and your hand, but it's useless. You shove the baby up, sinking both deep into my womb; moving your offspring away from my pelvis, to the deepest, farthest area of my uterus. I feel the heavy body push against my diaphragm, cutting off my breath. The babies kick and flail in protest, distending the skin of my abused belly, your hand still inside me, your arm painfully stuffing my canal.
âYour second baby is transverse, and your third breech. Birth will be delayed until your womb has moved them to proper birthing position. Future medication and medical procedures will be decided upon once your labor is stoppedâ
âWHAT!?-â
âThrough prolonged pregnancy and traumatic pause of labor, alongside other medical treatments, the body will be taught the prime conditions to birth, even in conditions of multiples. Weâve explained this to you beforeâ
You hadnât. But it's not like in the deep throes of labor I will be able to tell.
You all knew telling me this information would make me panic, thus complicating birth. Once you were done interrupting my hysterics, youâd make me forget you even told me at all. Youâd explain to me later Iâd gone overdue with twins, and of course, having no memory of no explanation, Iâd believe it.
âNo⊠No.. No! NO NO NO! I CANâT BE PREGNANT ANYMORE! HOW WILL I BIRTH-â
You scarily effective. One of the nurses nabs my neck with a fast-acting sedative, cutting off my words; though not fast enough to make me unaware of what youâre doing to my tortured womb.
I feel other sharp jabs in the skin of my tummy, strange drugs injected directly into my uterus, and flowing through an IV in an arm. A cold, girthy tube is shoved into my cunt and pushed all the way until it passes my cervix. A heavy liquid flows out of it and floods my womb, making it round up again to its full capacity, and stand up high. The babies within squirm as they are jostled by everything, but they quickly settle into their new home. Their amniotic fluid and sacs replaced, and a sibling gone, they now have ample space in the warmth of my womb. Space to spare, space to grow even bigger, heavier, stronger.
Harder to birth.
I wish I could cry, but the sedative is making me lose consciousness now. I feel your fingers start to fondle the pregnant belly youâve burdened me with, your touch feeling distant but not any less horrifying. I know it's you.
You run a hand through the round, heavy dome, digging your fingers into the old and new stretch marks alike, created after your team studyâs forcefully stopped my labor, feeling the already gargantuan twins flail against your touch. You touch me all over as you think of seeing me swell even bigger with your offspring. If youâre lucky, at least one of those babies wonât have been moved right âby my wombâ, and you may get to see me bred with your seed for ten, twelve, maybe fifteen months⊠The higher ups donât care about sizes after all. Only positioning.
And even wombs can be trained to birth the right way.
Though of course, it canât be only my womb you toy with. For better results, various subjects are needed⊠You canât wait for the day you have multiple breeders, filled with your seed, all at different stages of pregnancy, finally giving birth and begging you to pull or cut out their babies, and then to stop, as you push back in the baby their womb failed to position properly⊠Finally, thrown out with others, an example for the scared ones who havenât gotten to even try to birth their brood yet.
And I will be among them, of course, bred and hopelessly pregnant with another of your broods, no longer kept around using lies or stories. I may remember everything by then. But it wonât matter.
The moment I ended up here, the first of your subjects, impregnated by your seed, it was already too late.
object insertion never gets old. yeah, i could stuff you with a cock, or a strap, or my fingers, but i want to see what else is around. iâm always looking out for things to stuff in you, a one track mine for stretching your pussy out.
make you describe how the ridges on this water bottle feel from the inside. see your limits, how wide you can get stretched out, seeing the inside of your worthless cunt through the bottom of a wine bottle. or maybe seeing how deep into you i can go with a baseball bat.
always more and more, making you describe every sensation.
i want to have put so much up you that you see the world through a filter, imagining how it would feel in your pussy before you remember what the object does. show me your favorite results.
suspension and one bar prisons are such an underrated concept. especially if the toy in question is especially large and cruelly shaped. imagine a being strung up by your arms, standing on a stool and nearly fully sheathed on a massive toy. maybe there's an inch or so left, and maybe it has spikes, maybe it has a knot that's just barely pressing against your entrance.
it's already stretching you so painfully wide, pressed against the back of your cunt. but then the stool's kicked away and you fall back on the toy, and it hurts, so fucking badly. all you can do is fight to keep your balance, toes just barely brushing the floor and breathing through the pain. imagine just hanging there, quivering and panting and growing more and more tired as you're practically split open on such a massive toy.
imagine losing your balance and stumbling and sinking further down, screaming as the toy suddenly pounds the back of your channel, pressing impossibly deeper. god wouldn't that hurts so badly. now imagine that with a knot. losing your balance and gravity forces the entire knot in in one swift push. can you imagine the scream it'd rip from you. wow.
Asking Puppy a question during sex but purposefully going faster so they canât finish their words and just whine and stutter. But itâs okay, you donât have to talk puppy, just sit there and be all dumb and pretty while I rearrange your guts
priest who has a 100% success rate on all exorcism he performs, though his methods are foolproof, they are often the church's last resort because of how unconventional they are, the afflicted are often as terrorized by the exorcism as are during the possession
the method that guarantees the priest success is manifesting the afflicted possessions as demons, forcing the individuals to birth their demons to rid of them, the demons take different forms as they manifest, some are physical monsters, some as incorporeal black smoke, others as toxic slime, but all demons are unable to survive on earth and immediately died once born, their bodies evaporating minutes after they hit the air
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the stronger the possession is, the higher the level of demon will manifest, the higher the demon, the bigger the pregnancy, though demons cannot survive, the pregnancy and labor will be just as excruciating for the afflicted, their pain cleansing their bodies of the evil inside, some exorcisms take days, the demons and the afflicted fighting the birth or taking days to finally push through a tight hole, however, once the process starts, there is nothing that can stop it, the afflicted and demon fighting for days, their bodies battlegrounds, their holes the victor line they must cross, the method is guaranteed if they can successfully push the demons out of their bodies
~ demons with horns, stabbing into the birthing passage, making the afflicted scream as they are tortured from the inside, they claw at their bellies from the outside, unable to stop the demons from tearing their insides, the priest's aids dig through their fingers into the their holes, pulling their skin open wider, despite their protests, the aids twist and rock the horns around the inner passage of the afflicted, maneuvering their flesh until the horns are sticking out of their hole, letting the afflicted push the rest of the way themselves
~ the afflicted who tear themselves by pushing too hard and too fast, trying to get the demons out as quickly as possible, hysterically screaming, pushing even without the help of contractions, ignoring their body's warnings, pushing until their holes stretch too far and tear, ripping gashes in their premiums, opening their holes wider, still, they do not stop pushing, faces red and angry, yelling through the pain, clenching their muscles to push more, tearing their holes bloody, straining to birth the demon
~ massive demons that take days to fully crown, the afflicted heavy with massive bellies, barely able to breathe, legs spread open wide, holes burning in pain from the stretch, their groins bulging from the unborn demon still inside them, the priest leaves them open and in agony as they slowly stretch open, their bodies slowly making room for the demon to pass through, they can crown for hours, the demon keeping the afflicted open in a permanent ring of fire for days, the afflicted claw and fight in their restraints, but nothing stops the slow labor of the demons out of their holes, they eventually become delirious with the pain, their entire existence focused on their raw openings, they chant with the priest, praying their bodies open more, their wide holes a sign of how contrite they were
~ demons pushing against prostates, making the afflicted hard and humiliated, their intestines cramping from being stuffed so unnaturally full, while their cocks leak with unending streams of cum, they yell and work to push the demons out, only for their screams to intensify when the demons reach their assholes, the demons never release their unrelenting pressure on their prostates, the afflicted eyes rolling in their head as they are forced to cum over and over as the demon stretches and voids their holes
~ those who refuses to push, screaming they don't want to do this, hysterically pleading with family members, the priest, his aids to not make them do this, these ones usually have to be restrained otherwise they will fight throughout the whole process, their legs are tied open, lewd and exposing their holes to the room, if they still refuse to push, their holes are held open with a speculum and over the course of the exorcism, they are stretched wider and wider, letting their body contract and slowly push the demon out to the world
~ virgins who are so tight they can't push, scared and crying, the first time they are feeling anything in their pussies, the aids help by opening their holes as the afflicted sob and plead with them to stop, to let them keep their innocence, the aids are sympathetic, telling them they are just unfortunate to be possessed before marriage, they push more fingers into their holes, the afflicted frantically pleading with them to stop, eventually the aids work up to fisting the afflicted, tenderly stroking their face while telling to let any cries out, all while painfully filling their contracting bodies with their fists, stretching their holes stretched tight around their wrists, the aids praise the virgins with how well they are opening up, telling them they will give birth soon, but first they have to make sure they are open and wide
~ smoke demons that exclusively fill the afflicted bladders, inflating their lower bellies, making the afflicted shriek and twitch as their they are violated by the demon in the most unexpected way, they cover themselves, embarrassed to feel the urge to pee in front of a crowd, often having a difficult time voiding the demon out of sheer humiliation, the afflicted only need simple restraints, but take a long time, often squirming, trying to hold their bladders for hours or days, until their muscles finally give out, too strained to hold anymore, slowly releasing their hold and letting trickles of smoke demons through the afflicted urethras, they will be sobbing from the mortifying experience, but the demons will resist being expelled and the afflicted will still be forced to push out the demon, crying as they contract the small muscle, painfully pushing endless smoke out their urethrasÂ
~ each possession is a separate birth, some afflicted have twins, triplets, or more, depending on how many times they have been possessed, the biggest pregnancy the priest has seen was for five demons, an arrogant young man who was inconsolable half way through the exorcism, begging the priest to not make him birth another demon, while still having another two births to go, often, the afflicted don't know how many demons are possessing them, but the priest calls them one after another, each growing into a separate pregnancy, the afflicted labor and endure each birth, only to have their bellies immediately swell and begin the process again, they often scream and cry and beg not to have to repeat process, but the priest continues the exorcism the same, and by the end, the priest finds these people are the ones who seem to be the most earnest in their apologies and promises to not allow evil into their lives again, begging to not fill their bellies again
~ typically multiplies grow one by one, but sometimes they grow all at once, absolutely bloating the bellies of the afflicted, their skin will turn angry and red, the demons battling for room inside the cramped space, deforming their midsections, the afflicted will jerk and moan in so much overwhelming pain, they have to be tied down, arms held to their sides so they do not fail and hurt the priest's aids, their knees wrenched up towards their chest, squeezing around their overfilled tummies, legs held open and hips over stretched, chest lifted so they are in a pseudo-squat position, an optimal birthing position, since they will typically be laboring for days, multiple demons manifesting at once prolongs labor, each demon taking more and more time between each birth
~ traditional families who force the afflicted to labor on hardwood flooring with sigils drawn for protection, they lie flat on their back, bound limbs pulled in all directions, crying in pain from the uncomfortable position, barely able to get enough leverage to push, their stomach violently shaking with every breath they take, desperately, gutturally groaning as they slowly work to push the demon out without any help, bruising their holes from the uncomfortable position, their family gathered in front, watching their sullied hole, the afflicted will strain and scream how much they want this to end, how they want the demon out, how much they are trying, all while their family whispers about their slow progress, gossiping about how much the afflicted must like being pregnant, given how long they are taking to birth the demons
in every one of these exorcisms, no matter the kind of demon or birth, the priest prays over afflicted, summoning demons, the aids tell the afflicted to push, they cry and scream that it hurts, that they want to stop, they will try anything else, but the priest tells them to be strong, do not listen to the demon making them want to quit
most exorcisms last for days, during that time the afflicted will beg and bargain, trying to escape the process, but the priest will continue and the aids will hold the afflicted, allowing their body to labor, the priest is here to cleanse the world of demons, the afflicted are being cleaned through their pain, the demons are being defeated one pregnancy at a time
