cinwritesbirth

I'm a 27 year old woman (she/her) with a massive birth fetish. Sometimes I write stuff about it. Below is a list of things I will and will not write. I occasionally take requests, and my IMs are open to chat, but I do not roleplay. Some of my kinks involve things that would be outright dangerous in real life and are only fantasies that should not be attempted in real life. If you are a minor, do not follow me. I do not want you here. I will go through my followers and interactions from time to time and block any blogs without ages.

FAVORITES

erotic / orgasmic birth

sex during labor (with limits)

birth denial

overdue

multiples

public birth

clothing birth

HARD NOs

death (this includes stillbirth and miscarriage)

gore/excessive tearing

scat/watersports/any bathroom kinks

anything underage

anything with children/students/anyone underage present

stuffing/feeding/bulking/excessive weight gain

bestiality

rape/noncon

THINGS I'M NOT OPPOSED TO BUT PROBABLY WON'T WRITE UNLESS I'M IN A MOOD

eggs

mythical/monster babies

magical pregnancies/births

alien pregnancies/births

send me one word birth prompts!

Allie whimpered with the latest contraction, suddenly and absurdly grateful for the full gymnasium around her. If nothing else, the excitement of the game below - her high school son's championship basketball game - kept all eyes firmly fixed elsewhere, and the roar of the crowd at every possession change gave the perfect cover for her little grunts and moans as her soon-to-be-youngest inched closer to the world. Her husband had left for the concession stand twenty minutes ago, chattering animatedly with their middle schooler about college scouts.

With the next contraction she was gripping the edge of the bleacher below her, panting frantically through her nose as she felt herself begin to open into that familiar burning crown. When faced with the prospect of a high school gym filled with bodies, a cool sundress had felt like the best choice. Now, with just the thin later of her panties between her baby's head and the world, she wished she'd picked something else.

She was paralyzed, eyes directed at the court but glazed and unseeing. If she moved her legs, even a little bit, the head would pop out, she just knew it. And if that happened she'd scream.

Someone fouled. She wasn't sure who, nor did she care. The cries of outrage from half the crowd and groans of disappointment from the other gave her the cover she needed. She pushed, hard, a guttural groan blending in neatly as the head inched, inched, and burst free.

She leaned back in her seat, whimpering under her breath at the feeling of the baby turning, and her eyes moved to the clock on the scoreboard.

send me one word birth prompts!

Professor Harris was a known hardass. Between the heavy work load, difficult subject matter, and the man's absolutely non-negotiable, no exceptions policy of no extensions - it was even in all capital letters in the syllabus - Riley had expected it to be difficult. Though perhaps maybe not this difficult.

They paused mid-essay to drop their chin to their chest and groan, rocking back and forth in their chair as the latest contraction squeezed them like a vice, fingers wrapping around the edge of their desk until their knuckles went white. As the pain hit its peak, they switched to panting, hands dropping to cradle their belly and head tipping back as they resisted the all-consuming urge to push.

The baby was low, wedged heavy and solid between their hips, and even without them pushing they knew they were running out of time. They got the distinct feeling that if they stood up right now it might just fall out.

As the contraction ebbed and they sagged against the back of their chair, they looked at the time in the corner of their laptop. 11:42 PM. Eighteen minutes until deadline. No extensions.

send me one word birth prompts!

Stella knew this trail like the back of her own hand. She'd hiked it hundreds of times since picking up the hobby in her teens. If someone asked her what her happy place was, all that would come to mind were the vistas and twisting game trails she knew so well.

When her waters had broken just as she'd started to waddle back toward the start of the path, she'd hoped that would be to her benefit, that the familiarity would keep her calm and steady long enough to get to a place with signal.