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speaking of things i wish: what about a tentacled creature that pushes its way into your womb and extends two tendrils all the way up to your ovaries, so it can stimulate them at will? that way you'll always be fertile and ready for its seed, which it can pump you full of any time it wants, making your belly swell just enough to be noticeable. and every time it does that, you know it's breeding you from the inside, drawing your eggs down into your womb so it can make sure each and every one of them is fertilized. and once the breeding takes, you know it's only a matter of time until your belly gets bigger, swelling with more tentacled creatures that will squirm their way out of you once they're ready—maybe in a few days if they're small, or maybe in a few weeks, once your belly is big and heavy. not to mention that because it controls your fertility, the creature can keep you pregnant all the time with overlapping clutches, making sure you're never empty and your womb is always awash with fresh, potent seed just waiting for the next round of eggs.

I just wanna be the always pregnant boywife of a big strong man! I don’t care that other people won’t know I’m a boy per se by looking at me, im pregnant after all I understand. But our loved ones know me, he knows me. I just wanna be a mommy and a good wife! I wanna go to church hanging off his arm in our good clothes, it’s a liberal church there are other gay people there, it’s a little weird when I start to show and my good clothes get too tight and my chest starts to fill out but everyone’s understanding. Some gossip starts around when I have to shift to maternity wear to accommodate how big I’m getting and my breasts filling out. I just wanna be a good boywife and mommy! Our first little one comes along but he wants another baby as soon as possible and I’m happily knocked up again! Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, making good meals for my man, our kid, me and the the little one on the way. I’m carrying heavier this time, I’m more sedentary taking care of the baby and the home, he likes that I’m getting bigger, he loves my growing hips and thighs, my fuller breasts, my heavy round belly, I’m softer this time too. He loves his little pregnant husband, he loves that I’m a good mommy, he’s proud of how big I am and loves to show me off despite me being a bit sheepish still. He’s proud our baby is happy and healthy and he’s proud the baby in my belly is strong. He can’t wait to have as many kids as he wants with me!

This is your friendly reminder that if being on your kink account feels like a chore, perhaps you need to take a break.

Taking care of yourself is more important than giving random people on the internet attention.

wanna slowly corrupt a butch into having a nursing kink….

a butch who confidently answers ‘tits’ when asked the age-old question ‘tits or ass.’ that’s all i need to start with. i know it’ll be so easy to get them obsessed. wearing shirts that draw attention to my chest, low necklines, soft fuzzy sweaters that make such a pleasant rounded outline, tight baby tees, no bra. they’re entranced by the way my nipples poke through to say hello. and during sex of course i tell them to suck my titties, i show them how much pleasure it brings me, i teach them how to suck properly, taking as much of the titty as will fit into their mouth, tongue flat and pressed forward, the hard bud of my nipple against their soft palette.

little by little i start lifting my shirt when they’re bored, restless, when they’ve had a hard day, letting them grab and squeeze, so they associate my tits with comfort, not just with sex. and eventually, after a particularly stressful day, i show them my tits and ask if they wanna suck on them, just for a few minutes, “it’s okay love, i don’t mind, it’ll help you relax.” they’re hesitant and can’t quite meet my eyes but they want to try it. and it works. they feel so very relaxed and safe as i cradle their head and give them gentle scratches and reassure that this is good for them, it’s normal, in such a soft, soothing voice.

but after that first time i wait. i stop offering. i notice the slight desperation in their eyes. the whiny pitch of their voice as they tell me they had a hard day. and i soothe them, of course, but i don’t offer my tits again. i wait until they ask. stammering over the words. face flushed so hot. barely able to admit to themselves that they enjoyed it like that, that it made them hard, in a deep and squirmy way that they’ve never really felt before. not hard in a competent, topping way. hard in a weak, sweet, wanna-be-your-baby-boy way.

but they can’t say any of that out loud, it’s all they can do to ask “can i suck your tits again, the way we did that one time…?” and i reward their bravery, i tell them what a good boy they are, asking for what they need, which only makes them blush harder. but their embarrassment and shame is no match for how fucking good it feels, to be wrapped up in my arms like that, to be held, mouth full and head empty, suckling and floating like all that exists in the world are my soft warm femme tits…

hm. misogyny kink stuff is hot until they bring fantasizing about right-wing ideology taking over into it I think. feels a little too real-world threat to me. I don't want the misogyny kink where it's "all women are forced into breeding programs with their rights stripped away" I want the misogyny kink where I'm forced to be a breeding stock stay-at-home wife. maybe not all women are too fragile for independence but I sure am

hmm... the DDDD bra even seems a bit small for me!🥹

[not a girl, he/it]

ko-fi💕

autistic but i got the sex autism so while im tying you up and leashing you like a good boy i infodump about how this releases endorphins that get you in that fuzzy elated mood and i tell all about how sex is so important for building intimate bonds between people. then i pull the rope tighter and hear you squeal

DOMS NEED AFTERCARE TOO!!!

Tell them they did good

Remind them they didn’t hurt you and that you are mentally ok

If they did hurt you tell them how much you enjoyed it

Tell them you felt safe in your scene

Make sure they hydrate and refuel with a little snack if they need it

Thank them for fulfilling your desires

Cuddle them, pet them, hold them

If either of you safeworded discuss why you did so and how to prevent it from progressing that far in the future

Relax! Watch a movie play some video games together! Don’t just leave or ask them to leave afterwards…doms are not just sentient sex toys

any transfems who want to prey on a vulnerable tboy tonite?!??@,?@?!🤤

straight men DNI i'm not a girl

Having you on a leash when we go out in public, not for kinky reasons (per se), but because you genuinely need it. How else will I help you stop running into things or going the wrong direction when we cross the street? It’s much easier for you than having to rely on social and verbal cues - this way just the slightest tug let’s you know exactly what I need from you. And you’re such a good listener, aren’t you? Do you know what good puppies get when they’ve been so so good all day on their leash? Do you? I think you do. But I’ll tell you all about it when we get home, I promise.

God I wish I could find someone that wants to actually be kidnapped so I could snatch them up, strip them of their old life, and use them however I want and do whatever I want and turn them into my ideal pet/plaything permanently. Bonus points if they struggle and fight for their life, I like it when they think they have a chance~

IRL stuff

I want to take a second to break character and remind everyone that this blog is a kinky performance, not reality. All these dark kinks are fun to engage with as a fantasy but if they start being harmful or just making you feel down its cool and healthy to take a break. We're all adults here so I'm going to assume you can be responsible for your own emotional safety and if you're engaging with a kink blog like mine I'll assume you want to do it in character but if we're interacting and something is bumming you out it's 100% okay to tell me and have a normal human interaction instead and I'd expect anyone who isn't a piece of shit to act the same way. Look after yourselves and enjoy your kinks responsibly.

I know there was a previous post about monster-fuckers being akin to chasers if monsters were real, but what if humans were fetishised by monsters?

IF A MONSTER WANTED TO FETISHISE ME I'D LET THEM.

Big bad monsters wrapping their clawed hands around your waist and teasing you for being so cute and tiny. You basically fit in the palm of their hand they could do whatever they wanted with you and you could do nothing about it.

Monsters commenting on all your Instagram posts about how sexy you look and how hot you are. even if it's just a post showing off your lunch all the comments are "I see you're eating right so you can be nice and healthy when you're pregnant with my brood." Freaks. all of them.

Monsters with those tank tops that have two arrows one pointing to their cock, one to their mouths that say "two-seater, humans ride for free."

Imagine two monsters hitting on the same human at the bar, fighting over who gets to take them home. Only to decide to share, and take them at the same time.

[Not me googling ‘how to aftercare’]

You did so well. I’m so proud of you, baby. Does it hurt? Let’s get some ointment on you, okay? Drink up a little while I rub it in.

Can you hold still for me? Yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Aww, I know it hurts. You’re doing amazingly. I really did a number on you, didn’t I? There, we’re all done now. Cuddles?

Ahh, there we go. That’s what I needed. I didn’t mention it earlier but your hair smells wonderful, by the way. Did you get a new shampoo?

Mhm? My fingers? Aww, you like my fingers running across your scalp? I do too. You look so cute when I touch you like this. You’re so adorable.

How are you feeling, by the way? Was I too intense today? I’m glad you’re feeling good. I love you so, so, so much. You love me too? That’s such a crazy coincidence. Maybe we should, like, hold hands or something sometime?

Gosh, we can’t lay here all day. Have a cuddle with Mr Pompom here while I run us a bubble bath and some nice tea, okay? I’ll pop on your favourite playlist. That’s a good girl. Just sit tight for me, I’ll be right back.

aughhh i just wanna be someone's stay-at-home boywife. make me quit my job and studies, have me transfer all of my savings and money in checking accounts to you to make me financially dependent on you. have me cook all your meals and make sure that your clothes are always lovingly cleaned and ironed. have me take care of the cleaning and gardening, so that everyone can see what a sweet and obedient wife you have when they pass by the large, radiant flowerbed in front of our house. 🥺

if you want, you can have me carry your children, too! please make sure to buy me the best prebiotics and supplements, help me pick out the cutest little decorations for their room and adorable onsies for our little bun... 🥹 all while you creampie me viciously each and every night. 🥰

if you let me be your sweet little boywife, each time you come home from work you would be greeted by your dolled-up spouse, a clean house and fresh meal on the table, and adorable kids running up to you to grab at your legs.

any volunteers?🥹💞

straight men DNI i'm not a girl

Anonymous: Heavily pregnant maid boy cleaning up his owner's house. They always leave messes in hard to reach places just to see his swollen belly press and squish into things

Aww, he’d be so embarrassed <3

Imagine the poor thing trying to clean the top of a horrendously dusty wardrobe or cabinet. He could’ve sworn that he tidied it up only a few days ago, but the polished wood is gray with dust again, so he has to stand on a step-stool and stretch up to reach it. His heavy, round belly presses up against the furniture, getting in his way so that he really has to reach, and a blush crawls up his face. Not only is his belly in the way, but he’s wearing a short, frilly maid dress - the way he’s reaching up and over is certainly exposing him from behind. Meanwhile, his owner watches with a smirk, simply leaning back into the luxurious couch.

Another day, he has to move a heavy shelf away from the wall so that he can reach the cobwebs behind it. His owner offers no assistance, just watching, so he can only move it just barely far enough to squeeze behind, trying to push his huge belly in first so that he can lean over it and clean up the mess. His outfit is stretched even more tightly over his middle as he does his best to navigate around being so stupidly pregnant. When he’s firmly wedged into the space, he can finally get to those damned cobwebs - and, just as he leans over, his owner lands a solid slap to his ass. He yelps in surprise, but can’t recoil properly, both because he’s stuck and because he can’t resist when his owner does that sort of thing. It was in his contract, after all.

Most embarrassing of all, he has to crawl under the table one day after one of his owner’s…“parties” so that he can mop up the mess left there. The stuff is slimy and white, and he blushes madly as he remembers how he got so pregnant in the first place, trying to distract himself with the busywork of cleaning up. His owner doesn’t help at all - and, in fact, they make it worse. With the poor thing bent over like he is, his ass is easily within reach, and his owner takes advantage of that to land another slap, squeezing it hard as the boy’s blush only intensifies. His pregnant belly hangs heavy beneath him as he exposes himself on his hands and knees, trying to simply do his job.

He just wishes his master wasn’t so distracting. Or, maybe, that he wasn’t so distracting to his master…

i really really love how even if i'm using a powerful vibrator i still physically cannot come without something inside of me. the feeling of clenching and spasming around a cock as i come is just SO good and i can't do without it. my body knows what it's good for 😌

I love doing daily pervy things that no one will ever know (until now, that is).

Like toying with my tits while on an innocent call with someone. Responding to their unknowing comments as I pinch and rub my erect nipples. Eventually tugging off my shirt and kneading my desperate tits as I hum in response to whoever's on the line.

Or frequently going braless and letting unexpecting people get a good view of my hardened nipples through my shirt. The thin fabric doing nothing to hide my needy nipples.

Reading indecent, nasty shit while in class. Knowing that anyone could peek at my phone and know just how much of a whore I am. But still getting an urge to touch myself regardless.

Going without panties (or wearing a risky thong) when I wear a skirt/dress. Because if I bend too far, someone could easily get a glimpse. Walking up the stairs? The man behind me has definitely seen my cunt.

Fantasizing 24/7. No matter where I am. Listening to an active convo, or at least acting as though I am, while my cunt throbs at the depraved images my brain is feeding me. It never stops.

Touching myself while guests are over. Knowing that they're just downstairs while I play with my pretty cunt. Rubbing my sensitive clit until I drool and occasionally slipping a finger in, unexpected moans dripping from my lips, forced just quiet enough so my slutty noises don't leave the privacy of my bedroom.

Just silly dumb girl things.

💋🎀🫶

would you like to collar me? 🥰

ko-fi 💞

"No please, you can't do this!" I cried as the man teased my unbroken slit with the tip of his cock in the filth of the alleyway as people all around me watched as a noble born woman was being defiled in the streets among the chaos. "I'm a lady!"

"That ain't right now, m' lady." The oaf of a boy who smelled vile exclaimed as his cock tip flicked up and down my cunt. "Right now, you're no better than a whore."

The whole crowd around me, full of the piss poor of the Kingdom seemed to cheer as he thrust into me immediately, breaking my maidenhood with one fell sweep. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out into the open air. I could practically feel him hitting my cervix, bruising my insides as he moved like a beast built for battle. 

I hated how good it felt.

Somehow, on our way to visit the King and propose my hand, my entire carriage and retinue of servants had been attacked and I had been carried off into the darkest and filthiest area of the city. Men and woman alike had pulled my finery from me until I was left completely bare but with a my crown of pearls atop my head.

As though to remind them that they were still defiling a noblewoman.

"What if I fucked a babe into you?" The oaf jeered as I whined beneath him, slapping my arse as he rode me. He then turned the crowd. "Shall we fuck a bastard into her today!?"

The whole crowd seemed to cheer as I sobbed, on my hand and knees in the dirt as an unwashed, uneducated boy fucked

“God, I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, have you nice and bred.” He begins to grunt, hands gripping my arse as his balls bounced against my skin with every thrust. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as the crowd cheered at the sound. “How would you explain that to the King? Hm? How will you explain all the little peasant children running around when you’re supposed to be marrying him?” His thrusts become wild and without rhythm. “Such a fucking whore aren’t you?  Letting me fuck a babe into you. You're enjoying it.” 

"No..." I cried out, my body thrusting back although my mind screamed against it. "I'm not."

"Oh yes you are." He said with a smirk, smacking my arse hard as he pummelled my pussy without restraint before leaning forward to whisper in my ear. "And you know, after this every other man is going to fuck you. Their seed will mix with mine but it will my babe who you will carry you slut. Get ready to take my baby, my little breeding bitch."

With that, he thrust into me one final time and she clenched around him as she felt a hot sensation fill her womb. He continued to thrust, making sure all of his spend stayed inside of my fertile body as he squeezed her tits hard.

It was only when he was pulled out by another man, only to have his cock replace the previous when he left me.

I would think back to that as the King and I consumated our marriage but a moons turn later as he fucked into me from behind with his hands gripping my shapely ass.

He didn't notice the swell of stomach at that time.

I never knew who the father was. Its could've been any of those man from that seemingly endless day.

But deep down I knew it was him.

getting so big that i barely fit into DDs anymore 🫣 won't you come hold them for me? 💞🫶

not! enough! arobreaking content!

some people talk about acebreaking, but nothing for dumb "aromantic" sluts like myself!

like obviously i never in a million years WANT a relationship even CLOSE to romantic, but...

imagining a guy i trust who starts doing grand romantic gestures for me. he knows they make me uncomfortable but i have no choice but to play along - maybe he keeps a remote vibe in me, or edges me for a long time to keep me compliant. or maybe he just guilts me into playing along, knowing i'm too much of a pushover to cut him off.

cuddles me to sleep, plays with my hair, sends me little love letters... all the while i hate it, it's wrong, but i can't escape. he doesn't let me out of his sight.

and then when he fucks me, he forces me to tell him i love him. forces me to say the most sappy, gushing, romantic stuff just to be able to cum. forces me to send HIM love letters with perfume and hearts and get him bouquets of flowers.

and eventually... he proposes to me. in public, of course - so i have no choice but to accept. and i become his wife.

...can i really still call myself "aromantic" at that point? with a husband i so clearly adore?

If an autistic girl told me she had sensory issues around cum I think I'd have to kidnap her on the spot

Hello hello, intro post! I'm sshhun, I use he/it pronouns, am 20, aroacespec, and autistic! I consider myself genderless, although I refer to myself as a girl sometimes for kink. I'm not actually attracted to men and any time I say I am it's in a fictional or fantasy scenario lol.

I am a vers and very sub-leaning switch, and am highly sex and kink-positive. I don't really message very often bc I'm a very busy student, but you can shoot me a message if you'd like :)

dni and boundaries:

❌️ No minors.

❌️ No straight men (unless I interact first).

❌️ No actual bigots (racists, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, etc). Pre-negotiated roleplay is okay for transphobia and misogyny.

❌️ Do not insult me during play (calling me stupid, useless, etc). Backhanded compliments are okay (good slut, etc etc) but otherwise I will cry (and not in a good way).

Please be gentle with me. I may be kinky but I am also very sensitive and attuned to the emotions of others.💞

🩷 Things I'm into:

dom/sub, domestic discipline, monsterfucking, breeding, pregnancy, lactation, CNC/rapeplay, petplay and collaring, age gap, tradwifing, orientation play (mainly aro/acebreaking), occasional gore (tagged #tw gore)

...and more. I am very openminded; if something isn't on here just ask. :)

NOTE: I am not completely averse to misgendering/detrans content but it heavily depends on my headspace that day. if you'd like to engage in that type of play please ask me first. if I ever post any detrans it will be tagged with #tw misgendering.

⚠️ Soft limits (not really into, but may vary):

weed/alcohol intox, beastiality (obv not irl.)

⛔️ Hard limits (never okay):

genuine insults/degredation, slur usage, ableism, raceplay, comparison to pigs, emeto/stomach stuff/heavy feerism (light weight gain is okay), scat/fart/unsanitary (piss is okay sometimes)