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i'm a queer in leather who likes other queers in leather. the only topping i do is service topping
my approach to this blog is informed by irl kink and leather community expectations. if you can't live up to those, you're getting blocked
please be normal about jews, i am one
It's Halloween, and I've been thinking about the idea of an incubus that reproduces through fear.
This doesn't mean that they don't reproduce through sex. After all, what more perfectly intimate source of fear is there than a man - or so you think - on top of you, forcing his bare cock inside of you, laughing at you that he's going to knock you up?
But in humans, that fear is... optional. Your rapist's sperm will fertilize your egg just as easily as your lover's; if he chooses to taunt you with that, it's just for his pleasure. But for the incubus, it's essential. It couldn't rape you while you slept, not to reproduce; the begging and the tears and the silent little prayer that you don't get pregnant are what lets it take root in you.
And where an ordinary fetus is just linked to your bloodstream, feeding as your heart pumps blood through your body - the incubus's seed is linked to your mind. Feeding on the fear of what that "man" did to you. Still and silent when you aren't thinking of it, but growing a little larger every time you feel a twinge of nausea and tremble at the thought that it might be morning sickness, or nervously palm your belly to see if it's beginning to curve.
And there are so many fears to feed on. At the beginning, the fear of being pregnant: of your rapist's seed staying inside you, working to claim you. Then the fear of it beginning to show - the questions, the repercussions, and the shame. Then, as your belly continues to swell, the fear of how much larger it could grow - larger than any human child, of course - and the terrible pain of birth.
The offspring are all male. Of course. They have no need to breed more carriers - not when there are so many to be their terrified prey.
Reblog if you’re wet or hard and horny right now.
being held down and forced to take it would fix me
a bruise is a button you can install on a boy to make him flinch on command
sexually inexperienced teenage son vs horndog single parent who’s one more beer away from raping the pretty young thing fast asleep on the couch
if i'm wearing a skirt you're SUPPOSED to reach under it to grope and fondle me. that's the whole point.
the "give momma a hug" to bein groped innapropriately pipeline is real btw
You don't need therapy, kiddo. You need a big fat dad cock.
nononono, common misconception. it’s actually dad cum that does the trick. dad cock is wonderful but you won’t get half as much out of it if he doesn’t fuck at least one load into you
dog dad huffing n growling above his son as he pounds his aching hole x puppy son whining n drooling for his old man as he cums again
see werewolves need to have a big stomach because if they don't what's going to press into my back when they mount me and fuck me from behind?
bf who asks “you want a treat??” while unbuttoning his pants
Bulge kissing is so fucking underrated. Worship me with your lips like I own you. Look up at me with those adoring eyes when I put my hand on your head to guide you. Moan for me when tell you how pretty you look with your mouth on my bulge. My perfect little pet.
love a mutt that walks around aroused all the time. would love to turn you around by your hips and plant you firmly on my lap, pushing down your waistband juuust enough to shove a hand down your pants. cooing at how slick my finger tips immediately get, how easily they glide over your dumb mutt cock. do you really walk around all day with this sticky wet mess coating your inner thighs? leaving your boxers all sloppy like that? that’s really so disgusting. need me to hold your hips down and clean it up with my tongue for you, since you’re obviously so needy and dog brained that you can’t seem to help yourself?
