This blog is fictional & all fantasy, I do not support rape/incest/manipulation/any dark themes shared on here irl. Every scenario shared on here is between consenting & informed parties.
So hello my name is Molly/Star <3, I’m fine with any & all pronouns call me whatever set you want it doesn’t matter to me! I’m a genderfae bisexual sub-leaning switch (*´꒳`*) I’m not interested in showing my face, receiving unsolicited nudes, sending nudes or meeting up irl <3
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breeding as a method of possession just drives me wild. Like, conquer me. Mark your territory.
There is no way to claim another person so deeply, so permanently, so intimately, quite like planting your seed into their core. Creating life within them to grow for you. Eternally, undeniably yours.
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for every teenage boy that plays tlou2 and despises abby there’s a lesbian out there that’s writing a filthy x reader smutfic of her and i think that’s really beautiful
I think Keigo should be allowed to cum inside you as many times as he wants. And if he wants to forbid you from coming on his dick while he has his fun with you, he should be allowed to do it.
He should be allowed to pant while he fucks your holes. He should feel free to shudder and grunt as he sinks balls deep to the base when he cums, cock twitching as it empties itself inside you. He should totally use you to cockwarm for a minute before pulling out with a contented sigh, completely satiated. He needed that.
He should be allowed to slap your trembling thighs as you press them together in an adorable, pitiful display in front of him. His cum leaking out of you, your poor body throbbing with want. He should get to see that and laugh at you or make fun of you for it.
a type of guy that exists and that you get often exposed to as a sex worker is the type of guy who found out they like being dommed and now sincerely believe that they have overcome their misogyny, because now instead of treating women like submissive sex objects, they treat women like dominant sex objects.
the venn diagram of "men who think they're not misogynistic because they like femdom" and "men who think they're not transphobic because they jack off to trans women" is a circle
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∙ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 · Toji can't get enough of his pregnant wife.
𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 · ꒰ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮⋮ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 ⋮⋮ mentions of pregnancy + childbirth ⋮⋮ reader dealing with post-partum ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ toji & his 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 ⋮⋮ lactating ⋮⋮ breast worship ⋮⋮ 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕!milk drinking ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 : 𝒂𝒔𝒌
The baby had finally fallen asleep.
You could hear the soft even breaths from the crib across the room. Six weeks postpartum now, and the nights still felt fragile, but tonight, the house was quiet. Dinner dishes sat washed in the dishwrack. The soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand was the only light left on.
Toji had been touching you all evening.
It started at the table. His hand on your thigh under the cloth, thumb stroking slow circles while you ate. Then after, when you stood to clear the plates, he came up behind you and wrapped both arms around your middle, face buried in the curve of your neck.
“Pretty,” he murmured against your skin. “Missed this.”
You leaned back into him. His body, solid and warm. The hard line of his cock pressed against the small of your back almost immediately.
Pregnancy had changed him... well it changed you as well obviously, but for toji it made him all the more caring and attentive ¹⁰ fold.
You still remembered your early months. Morning sickness that left you shaky and pale. Toji would sit on the bathroom floor with you, one big hand rubbing slow circles over your back while the other held your hair up and when the worst of it passed he would help you stand, walk you back to bed, and pull you against his chest until the nausea faded.
“I got you,” he used to say. “Just breathe for me, Doll.”
His hands never left you for long after that. If your back ached, he would ease you onto the couch and knead the tight muscles until you melted. If your feet swelled, he would lift them into his lap and press his thumbs into the arches while you dozed. At night, he'd curl around you, one arm under your head, the other draped over the growing curve of your belly, palm resting there like he was already protecting what was inside.
And the cockwarming.
He would plead for it almost every night by the second trimester.
“Please baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and sincere. “I just need to feel you. Just like this. You don’t have to move.”
You always said yes. Sliding down onto his thick cock in the dark, letting him fill you while you both stayed still. The stretch helped the deep ache in your hips. The heat of him inside you made the rest of the world feel smaller. He held you close, one hand stroking your belly, the other cupping a heavy breast, and stay buried for hours in you if you let him.
Your breasts had been his other obsession.
Even before the milk came he loved them. Once they grew heavy and tender he could barely keep his mouth off them. He would tug your shirt up in the middle of the afternoon and suck slowly, tongue working over the sensitive peaks until your toes curled. After the baby arrived and the milk let down he treated it like a privilege. Some evenings he would settle you in his lap, unbutton your top, and nurse from you while the baby slept in the next room, eyes half-closed like he was the one being soothed.
“Always loved these,” he would murmur between long pulls. “Even before.”
You never minded. It felt natural. It felt like it was always meant for him.
Tonight was different.
Six weeks of healing and careful touches had left him utterly restless and needy for you, im more ways than one. The second the baby’s breathing evened out, he had steered you toward the bedroom with a hand at the small of your back. Now he had you on your side in the middle of the mattress, facing the crib, his chest pressed to your spine.
He kissed the side of your neck, soft and open-mouthed.
“Pretty,” he said again. “Missed being inside you like this.”
His cock was already hard and hot against the cleft of your ass. He had pushed your sleep shorts and panties down just enough. The fat head rubbed through the wetness that had gathered the moment he started kissing you. You were still tight. The doctor had cleared you only a few days ago. Everything felt sensitive and new.
Toji reached around and cupped your lower belly with one large hand. The soft skin there was still rounded from pregnancy. He held it carefully, almost reverently, while he lined himself up.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not,” you whispered.
He pushed in slow.
The stretch made you gasp. Your walls fluttered around the thick intrusion, still getting used to him again after the long wait. He groaned low against your neck and kept going until he was buried halfway.
“Fuck. Still so tight for me.”
He worked the rest of himself inside with careful rolls of his hips. When he finally bottomed out, he stayed still, breathing hard, the hand on your belly tightening just a little. The pressure of his palm against the soft curve felt grounding. You reached back and gripped his thigh.
“Missed this too,” you said.
He kissed the spot under your ear and started to move.
The thrusts were deep and measured at first. He kept you locked against him, chest to back, one arm under your neck, the other still wrapped around your middle. Every stroke dragged his thick cock along your walls. Slick sounds filled the quiet room. Your body opened for him the way it always had, wet and willing even after everything it had been through.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take me. Just like that.”
He fucked you steadily, the bed shifting under the force of his hips. Your cunt clenched around him every time he sank deep. The hand on your belly never left. He held you there like he needed the reminder that you were still his, still soft and full of the life you had made together.
After a while he slowed again, almost to a stop, and just stayed buried.
“Can I stay like this a minute?” he asked, voice rough. “Please baby. I just need to feel you.”
You nodded. He exhaled against your shoulder and held you tighter. His cock throbbed inside your tight heat. The warm weight of him pressed against every sensitive place. You could feel the faint stickiness of precome already mixing with your slick.
Minutes passed. The baby slept on. Toji’s hand drifted up from your belly to cup one breast through the thin fabric of your top. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing the nipple until it beaded with a drop of milk.
“Still so full,” he said.
He tugged the neckline down and guided the heavy breast free. Then he leaned over your shoulder and took the peak into his mouth. The first long suck made your cunt flutter hard around his cock. He groaned and sucked deeper, tongue working, drawing milk while he stayed buried to the hilt.
You arched into him. The dual sensation was almost too much. His mouth on your tender breast. His thick cock stretching your still-sensitive cunt. The careful way he held your belly the entire time.
Nursing on your soft swollen breasts, switching sides when one side softened, all while his hips gave the smallest shallow thrusts that kept you full without overwhelming you. When he finally lifted his head, his lips were shiny.
“Taste like you,” he said. “Missed that too.”
He started fucking you again in earnest.
The careful rhythm gave way to deeper, harder strokes. He kept you pinned on your side, one leg hooked back over his thigh so he could sink even further. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Your juices coated his shaft and dripped down onto the sheets. He kissed your neck between thrusts, murmuring soft praise against your skin.
“Love this cunt. Love how it squeezes me. Gonna fill you up again. Want you full of me.”
His hand stayed firm on your belly the whole time, holding the soft curve while he drove into you. The idea of it clearly worked on him. His breathing turned ragged. His cock swelled thicker inside you.
“Gonna make you a mommy again,” he growled against your ear. “Want another one. Want you round and soft and full of me.”
You came first.
The orgasm rolled through you in long waves, your cunt clamping down, tight around his thick shaft, milking him while you moaned into the pillow. He fucked you through it, never pulling out, chasing his own release with short hard thrusts until he buried himself as deep as he could and spilled.
Hot thick cum flooded you in heavy pulses. He held you through every one, hand still cupping your belly, mouth open against your neck as he groaned your name. When the last pulse faded he stayed locked inside, cock still twitching, the mess of both of you trapped deep.
He didn't pull out, he didn't need to.
Instead he adjusted you both until you were more comfortable on your sides, his chest still pressed to your back, his softening cock still nestled inside your pretty cunt. One hand roamed your body, stroking you tender and lovingly. The other came up to cradle the breast he had been nursing from.
“Stay like this,” he whispered. “Just for a while. Let me feel you.”
You reached back and laced your fingers through his where they rested on your stomach.
Outside the crib the baby shifted once and settled again. Inside the quiet bedroom Toji held you the same way he had through every month of the pregnancy: close, careful, and completely unwilling to let go.
His cock stayed warm inside you long into the night, and every so often he would press a soft kiss to your shoulder and murmur the same thing he had said a hundred times before.
I want to classically condition a girl by only letting her cum when there are fingers in her mouth. Vibrator pressed against her, latex fingers stroking her tongue, thumb on the underside of the jaw to hold her face steady as she whimpers and tips over the edge for me.
She won't mind, not initially. Not until the first time I pull my fingers free, click the vibrator off, and ruin her orgasm with whisper light brushes. And again, weeks later, after she had thought the first was a one off cruelty.
Eventually, she'll beg for my fingers in her mouth before I touch any other part of her, she'll suckle at them desperately, unsure how to earn a real orgasm but desperate to try.
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thighjob where we’re snuggling real close in bed and your cock is sliding back and forth but it’s passing over my clit each time and i’m digging my nails into you and hiding my face in your chest and one of your hands is on my ass pulling me forward and back in perfect rhythm with you like a stupid little whining sex toy made to get you off and you warn me between low groans not to wiggle my hips otherwise it’ll end up inside me and i’m fucking whining that it’s not fair and you’re saying i know baby i know baby but doesn’t it feel so good and i’m nodding reluctantly because god fucking yes it’s so wet and warm and the way it sounds— is messing with my thoughts and i can’t fucking think but it’s— it sounds fucking perverse and you’re asking me if i like how it sounds dirty like that because i’m just as filthy as you are and you can feel me getting more wet and you can feel my clit getting more swollen against your shaft and you bet i like how i can feel every single fucking vein moving back and forth over my soft wet pussy and oh you bet it feels even better because we’re so close like this right baby? so close together aww you’re such a romantic baby, do you like it when i make my dick feel good with your pretty body? and i’m nodding again but this time can’t even say it and
✮ fratbf! kuna found out his shy, nerdy gf is pregnant.
“and you were really gonna keep this shit from me?”
his car had been parked all the way at the back of the lot behind the frat house, and you were in the backseat with him — his legs spread wide while you sat in his lap. his hands were already working open the buttons of your shirt, his lips brushing slow, messy kisses along your jaw before his tongue swept up the side of your neck. you gasped, melting into him, and he let out a satisfied hum against your skin.
“you really thought i wasn’t gonna notice you’ve been acting weird all damn week?” “nnh…” you whimpered, tipping your head back. “n-no… i just… i got scared…”
he leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. “scared of what? telling your boyfriend you’re pregnant?” you looked down, your fingers finding the hem of his hoodie, twisting the fabric between them.
“i thought you’d be mad.” his hand came up, hooking a finger under your chin until you looked at him again. “yeah, well, not even fucking close.”
he took his time undoing the next button of your shirt. “and don’t ever be scared of me, alright? you hear me? ever.”
he undid the last button and slid the shirt off your shoulders. before it even hit the seat, his hands were already on your chest. he cupped you in his palms, his thumbs brushing over the fabric covering your nipples, making another breathy gasp slip past your lips as you arched right back into him.
“fuck… look at you.” he tugged the cups of your bra down, baring your breasts before immediately latching onto one nipple with the heat of his mouth. “gonna be so full of milk soon, pretty girl.”
“mmmnh!…” you moaned, burying your fingers in his hair. he sucked hard, his tongue circling the sensitive bud before moving to your other breast, kneading the one he’d left behind with his hand.
“fuck…” he mumbled against your skin. “these perfect tits…” another slow suck. “they’re gonna get so fucking full for me.” his lips curled into a grin against your breast. “gonna feed my kids.”
“r-ryo!… mmngh —” you moaned, grinding your hips against his.
his hand slid down your stomach until his palm rested low against your belly. he left it there, lazily stroking the soft skin, and that simple, gentle touch pulled an even louder moan from you, even while his mouth stayed busy on your breast.
“can’t stop thinking about it,” he murmured into your skin. “our baby’s in here.” he let out a quiet laugh. “fuck… that’s crazy.”
you trembled, your panties already soaked. he noticed — you knew he did, because the corner of his mouth lifted into a cocky grin as he slowly rolled your hips against the hard outline of his cock through his jeans.
“damn… you’re this wet for me?” he pushed your panties aside and popped open his fly. “thought you were scared. and look at you now. soaking all over me.”
he lifted you slightly, letting the head of his cock glide teasingly along your slick folds without letting you sink down. you whimpered, trying to lower yourself, but he kept you suspended.
“ryo… don’t tease…” you whined.
“why not?” he shot you a crooked grin. “kinda feel like you’ve earned it.” he brushed the tip against you again. “kept something this big from me?” he clicked his tongue. “think i’m gonna make you beg a little.”
“please… nngh!… please…”
he laughed under his breath, dragging the moment out just a little longer before finally letting you sink down onto him, both of you groaning at the same time as the stretch stole the air from your lungs. your eyes fluttered shut, your nails digging into his shoulders while you clung to him, feeling every inch of him as he filled you completely.
“fuck… so damn tight. this sweet perfect pussy was made for my cock.”
you were completely full, so full it almost hurt, and he held you there with his hands gripping your hips, making you feel every inch of him buried deep inside you before he finally started moving you, guiding you slowly up and down.
“haa… ah!nngh!… fuck…”
“there you go, baby. that’s my girl. ride this cock.” his voice was rough, thick with satisfaction. “gonna fill this sweet little pussy over and over again. gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll be dripping for days.”
you whimpered as you bounced in his lap, his hand sliding down to your clit, his thumb rubbing tight, steady circles that threw your rhythm completely off. “you want my baby in you?” he snapped his hips up into you, making you cry out. “huh? want me to fill you all the way up till you’re nice and round with my babies?”
“y-yes!… nnhgh!…”
“look at you.” his eyes stayed locked on your face, on the way you bit your lip, on the way your breasts bounced right in front of him. “you look so fucking pretty with my cock inside you and you really thought i’d leave you?” he let out a breathy laugh. “hell no. not a fucking chance. you’re mine, pretty girl. gonna put a ring on that finger. gonna make you my wife.”
he pushed all the way in and stayed there, his hand drifting back to your stomach, slowly stroking it while he remained buried deep inside you. “my pretty little wife.”
“you can’t…” you managed between shaky breaths.
“oh, i can, baby.” he rolled his hips into you, slow and deep, pulling another helpless moan from your lips. “gonna make damn sure you’re full of me for the rest of your life.”
his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing relentless circles as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter low in your stomach. you bounced in his lap while he drove up into you, the car rocking with every thrust. “ah! r-ry… mmngh!… please…”
“gonna fill this sweet little pussy again and again,” he growled, speeding up. “wanna see you walking around all big and round with my babies. wanna watch this belly grow… watch these perfect tits get so full of milk for me.”
your whole body tightened around him, making him groan loudly. “yeah… that’s it.” he breathed against your lips. “you like that, don’t you? like the thought of being full of my cum… carrying my babies.”
“y-yeah! —mmnh! yes!…”
“that’s my girl.” he grinned, breathless. “my sweet girl, letting me fuck her in the backseat of my car.” he laughed under his breath. “so fucking perfect.”
his hand never left your stomach. he kept stroking it, kept rubbing slow circles over it even though it was still flat, even while he fucked you harder, faster. his thumb worked your clit in frantic circles, and you were so close, your whole body trembling right on the edge.
“cum for me, baby. cum all over my cock.” his voice dropped into a low, raspy groan. “lemme feel this pretty pussy squeeze me.”
you came with a cry that echoed through the car, your entire body shaking uncontrollably around him. he followed right behind you, driving into you as deep as he could, burying himself completely as you felt the hot, thick rush spilling inside you again and again.
“that’s it…” he moaned. “take every last drop.”
he stayed inside you, holding you close, his hand still resting against your stomach. you’d made a mess all over his cock, his thighs, and the seat, but he couldn’t have cared less.
“you don’t… have to stay inside me…” you whispered between shaky breaths. “i’m already pregnant…”
“don’t give a shit,” he muttered before pulling you into another slow, messy kiss. “need this pussy full all the damn time. that’s exactly how it’s gonna stay.”
completely spent, you let yourself collapse against his chest, his cock still buried inside you while his arms wrapped around you. he stroked your hair, your back, your stomach.
“gonna fill you up with a whole damn family.” he rubbed your ass, smiling to himself. “what kinda ring do you want?”
