Defeatist

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

I have a fascination with finding a way to stab myself in the ribs to release whatever is inside me and give me a sense of catharsis. I have found nothing to mimic this or give me release, suggestions welcome.

Pregnant proxy via Slenderman who can’t give birth on a mission because every contraction is met with a blurry static overlay of your vision and feeling in your body. Every urge to push is cancelled, but the baby is increasingly low in your hips in between lapse of consciousness. Only when you finish the kill does the contraction grip your womb and seize. The head dilated completely in the time it took. Kneeling over your victim being forced to push it out here or could you survive denying it long enough back to the forest. Begging him to take away the pain again.

I’ve been trying to think of how any creepypasta character would become pregnant so I can perhaps write masky or hoodie laboring through a mission together but I can’t seem to come up with a good reason why….

Fascinated with monster preg where just the snout of some lupine monster is crowning and the rest is stuck. Kicking their legs and screaming and writhing trying to make any further headway

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

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.

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.

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.

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.