boywombs

[boywombs]

Your body is designed for male pleasure. Your vagina exists to stimulate a penis enough that it ejaculates genetic material into you. That's literally the whole reason your vagina is there--it's supposed to cause men so much pleasure that they uncontrollably cum inside you, so you can use his DNA to make babies.

[boywombs]

going to a club with shitty reviews on purpose, specifically ones left by women saying the men are super creepy and don't take no for an answer

dressing up like a slut to rapebait them cause you know you're not brave enough to make the first move, putting yourself in a situation where the choice is gonna be taken from you

and you think that's what you want, that it'd be super hot to finally try this irl after fantasizing about it online for so long

until it actually, actually happens and you're being dragged to the restroom, the bartender doesn't care to help even though he clearly notices the panicked look you give him, and you end up crowded into a stall with a man towering over you, grunting in your ear, leaving painful hickeys on your neck while he strips you

barely any prep before he sheaths himself in your cunt, gripping your hips to the point of bruising. you panic, pushing and tugging at him, saying you're not on birth control and he has to use a condom. of course you aren't, that was part of the fantasy. when you were masturbating like a bitch in heat you thought it'd be soo hot to actually have a man put a load in you unprotected

it's not so hot now, with his thrusting becoming sloppier, moaning shamelessly and telling you to your face how you fucked up, he's not gonna let you get away, he'll get you pregnant. he promises

he cums, his euphoric moan drowning out your scream as he holds you close, breathing heavy, cock pressed up against your cervix while it spurts again and again. ruining your life in a dirty bathroom stall, all for a fun, thrill seeking club adventure

(AU: it's a gay club and a guy knocks you up to put you in your place and keep you out of the club, tired of fakeboys showing up thinking they belong there)

[boywombs]

I love how strong the beeeding instinct is. People know they're not *supposed* to get pregnant, or they're not *ready* for it yet.

But it just feels so good to be filled up by a bare cock, and the risk turns you on. He'll pull out, right? Maybe just this once you can feel his cum pump into you? It'll feel soo good, and it'll probably be ok, right?

[boywombs]

Did you think, when I took you home, that I was going to fuck you?

I know why you thought so, of course. You would've had to have been much further gone to miss the predatory gleam in my eye when I smiled at you. And even if you weren't used to going home with men like me - or going home with men at all - you couldn't have been too naive to think you knew what I wanted from you.

But you were wrong.

It's not all different. You're still splayed out underneath me, bare and vulnerable - but I'm still clothed, with a hungry smile, and a heavy syringe in my hand.

I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to hold you down and fill you with my cum until you overflow with it. I'm going to let you exhaust yourself struggling against me, while every drop sinks deeper into you.

I want you to know - when your belly swells - that it wasn't just a whim, and it wasn't just a side effect of my pleasure. That before I even knew your name, I knew I would use your womb.

[boywombs]

I have to be honest, I want someone to find out I have a pussy and shove their cock in it, muttering in my ear the whole time, “did you think no one would find out? Think you could hide the fact that you’re a cuntboy? Look at your fat little pussy getting so wet at being fucked hard by a big, strong cock, you think no one would notice the puddles from your leaky little cunt?” I’d beg them to stop, tell them they could get me pregnant if they don’t pull out, that I’m ovulating but it just eggs them on “You’re fertile! Oh baby boy you’re just too precious not to knock up,” I whimper and try to flinch away when their cock hits my cervix but they don’t stop, they yank me all the way down, as far as I’ll go and just keep fucking deeper and deeper into me until they’re balls-deep.

“Oooh you feel perfect, baby, I’m not gonna last long with your pretty little pussy milking me dry.” I’m trying so hard to pull away but they just drive their hips as deep as they can until I’m crying, the wet spurts of precum splashing against my cervix, already risking pregnancy. I beg them so stop, to not cum in me, tell them I’m not ready to be a father but they just ignore me and I can feel their cock start to throb with orgasm. I claw at their chest in a feeble attempt at getting them off me, my arms pinned between us. They just chuckle and keep pounding me until suddenly they thrust in as far as they can and I feel a heat pooling in my lower belly. It’s over, they came inside me but to my horror they don’t stop fucking me, instead they rub my clit until my back is arching against them and I cum all over their cock. All I can do is cry in their arms as their sperm seeks out my egg and they croon in my ear how they’re going to take care of me and the baby whether I want them to or not.

[boywombs]

threatening to knock them up if they cum on my cock, then fucking them so deep; long, grinding strokes that have them shaking and whimpering that they're getting close. rubbing his little tdick and watching as he squirms and clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut as he tries so hard not to cum. it's cute, really, seeing him claw at the sheets beneath him and feeling his thighs squeeze around my hips, whispering "no no no, i'm a good boy, good boys dont cum" to himself in the hopes that he can call on his denial training to help him.

It's futile. my thrusts don't stop and i've got his clit in one hand, stroking it quickly when I feel his cunt clenching rhythmically on my cock as he loses his desperate struggle. then I see the look of horror on his face; he can't even revel in the pleasure of the powerful orgasm I gave him because he's staring at me with big watery eyes, shaking his head and whining "no, no, no, please don't cum in me, please don't! i'll get pregnant sir please-"

I simply smile and let go of his clit, hiking his legs up over my shoulders and leaning down over him as my own orgasm washes over me and I spill my seed deep inside of his still twitching cunt, pulling all my cum into his fertile womb. i knew all along he would fail this challenge, I just didn't want him to be able to take pleasure out of the orgasm i planned on giving him when I came inside of him, ensuring that he was well bred afterwards.

[boywombs]

tw cnc, breeding/pregnancy

forced impregnation is so good. i'm going to put a baby inside of you. gonna put MY baby inside you. and there are so many ways i could go about it... I could slip my cock inside you while you're sleeping; cum deep in your pussy so when you wake, you'll find your fertile hole filled. i could tie you up, legs spread as wide as they go and hips raised in the perfect position to grind the tip of my cock deep into your cervix, really massage as much cum as possible into your womb. I could even treat you like livestock - test your ovulation cycle and at the opportune moment, restrain you and inseminate you directly with a sterile syringe. or I suppose I could try them all until you show a positive test.

i'll keep you so well taken care of throughout your pregnancy, of course. spoil you, make sure you get the best nutrition and satisfy *all* your cravings. make sure you exercise properly. all so my baby grows healthy within the womb i've claimed for them. i'm a very good father, after all.

oh, but don't think just because you're pregnant you stop being my property. of course i'm still going to use your holes however and whenever I want. I'll even be nice and help you stretch your cunt out so you don't tear during birth. your body is going to grow and nourish my child and there's nothing you can do about it.

[boywombs]

tw cnc, breeding/pregnancy

forced impregnation is so good. i'm going to put a baby inside of you. gonna put MY baby inside you. and there are so many ways i could go about it... I could slip my cock inside you while you're sleeping; cum deep in your pussy so when you wake, you'll find your fertile hole filled. i could tie you up, legs spread as wide as they go and hips raised in the perfect position to grind the tip of my cock deep into your cervix, really massage as much cum as possible into your womb. I could even treat you like livestock - test your ovulation cycle and at the opportune moment, restrain you and inseminate you directly with a sterile syringe. or I suppose I could try them all until you show a positive test.

i'll keep you so well taken care of throughout your pregnancy, of course. spoil you, make sure you get the best nutrition and satisfy *all* your cravings. make sure you exercise properly. all so my baby grows healthy within the womb i've claimed for them. i'm a very good father, after all.

oh, but don't think just because you're pregnant you stop being my property. of course i'm still going to use your holes however and whenever I want. I'll even be nice and help you stretch your cunt out so you don't tear during birth. your body is going to grow and nourish my child and there's nothing you can do about it.

[boywombs]

If you’re trying to breed me and I’m flinching because you’re going too deep, pull me all the way down on your cock and hold me there while you cum. If it hurts it just means you’re in deep enough to give me a good chance of getting pregnant with your baby. I don’t care if I’m begging you to stop, if I mean it, you’ll know. Safe words are there for a reason. When I have an egg waiting to be fertilized, I’m no more cognizant than a bitch in heat, I need you to take control of me. I’m too feral to make my own decisions, I need you to quell the heat inside me with the conception of our child. Impregnate me, shove your cock right up against my cervix hard and don’t let me pull away. You need to spill your seed as deeply as possible, even if I’m squirming and whining at the pain of your hot cum being forced into my cervix. I’ll be grateful for the pain soon enough when my belly starts to round out with the new life you put inside me.

[boywombs]

A Nightcap

(This is the “fucked by your boyfriend’s dad” prompt that won all the votes a few months ago. TW for misgendering, breeding, age gap. See OP tags.)

You and your boyfriend started dating two months ago, and it had been going just fine, until… well. I’ll get to that.

He’s a sweet guy. The same age as you, and from the local neighbourhood. You met at the shop you part-time at, not long after you moved here to study.

On the first date, a trip to the cinema, he came out to you as bisexual. In turn, you quickly explained to him how you felt about your gender. You were relieved by his response: so supportive.

Finally, last week, you messed around after getting back from a bar, but without going all the way. Although that was more because of the wine than any lingering apprehension.

You both laughed about it through the hangover, and agreed to set aside an evening for something special.

Tonight.

You’re sitting at the dining table of his home, which is actually still his parent’s home, too - whilst he saves up. Of course, his parents are out and you have the house to yourselves.

You eat pasta and enjoy his chirpy conversation. You help with the dishes and blow out the dinner candles when the meal is done. In his room, he plays quiet pop music and soon you’re both naked.

It’s the first time you’re sleeping with him: The sex is okay. He struggles with the condom (which is a must since you aren’t using any other form of birth control yet), and after a few awkward minutes of erratic thrusting, you offer him another blowjob.

He shyly peels off the slightly bunched-up condom. All you can taste on his dick is the latex, but you think of his pleasure, suck him well, and he climaxes quickly. He asks you if you want anything more (not tonight),then flops onto his side to sleep.

You’re lying next to his lanky, and now snoring, frame. It’s pitch black and you’re wide awake. It takes a while to get to know someone’s body, you guess. You never climaxed, but more importantly you could really use a glass of water before bed.

You slide out from under the covers, pull your jeans and hoodie on, then creep back downstairs to the kitchen tap.

As you’re filling a glass, you hear the front door unlock and swing open. The hallway lights come on, illuminating the kitchen.

Your new boyfriend’s dad throws his coat over the banister then catches sight of you through the doorway.

“Oh! Hi. Good evening. Hi.”

You return the greeting in a cheery, but slightly pained tone - you don’t really know how to act. You weren’t expecting to meet either of his parents until perhaps tomorrow, when he said they’d be back. What’s more, the intention behind your overnight stay certainly wouldn’t be lost on his father. From the hallway, he explains he had to return home as something came up at work for the next morning, and leaves it at that.

“Don’t worry, I knew he was cooking for you tonight.. I was planning to have a nightcap. Why don’t you join me since you’re still up? It would be nice to talk. You can tell Luke, if you like.”

You shuffle your feet, clutching your glass of water, and explain that you left him asleep. You smile, keen to make a good impression, although secretly wishing you’d just stayed upstairs.

“Oh well. Just us then?”

For a moment you consider politely declining, but you know you’ll just lie there in the dark, restless. Your latest host is already pouring out two hefty glasses of whiskey as you agree to stay and chat.

In the living room, you sit facing each other on the enormous sofa, sipping your drinks. He has a more casual demeanour than his son. You ask politely about the neighbourhood, his work, until inevitably the conversation turns to you.

“So you’ve started at the university here. How’s that going?”

You say it’s going pretty well. Especially thanks to your new boyfriend being as caring as he is. While you talk, you notice the man’s gaze flicker over your body. His tone changes. Still friendly, but perplexed.

“Tell me, though, and sorry. He said he had a boyfriend?”

You gulp and stutter over the short explanation of your gender identity. The dad-friendly version. You add that you’re starting hormones soon, that they’ll change your shape. He listens, then nods respectfully.

“I think I understand,” he responds, throwing one hand up, “I hope you don’t think I’m rude for asking about this stuff. I respect your generation very much.”

He sounds genuinely warmhearted, smiling at you. That was easy. You smile back with some relief, but when you don’t quite manage an immediate response, he changes the subject:

“Do you play sports?”

You notice his eyes flicker across you again. You give a noncommittal answer about running, taking a big sip from your drink. It’s not enough to get you drunk but it’s definitely taking the edge off the awkward situation.

With his next comment, he drags his gaze up from your crotch. Is he undressing you with his eyes?

“It makes sense you run. You do have an athletic physique.”

You reply with a curt thanks. Actually, this is bullshit. You down the last dregs of whisky and place the empty tumbler on the coffee table - standing and making to leave. Just as you’re about to turn and say goodnight, you hear:

“Don’t go just yet.”

His tone is hushed and severe. Your eyes meet as he leans back, with one arm across the sofa and one hand resting right next to his groin. You can’t help staring at the intensely straining fabric there. He watches you stare. He likes it.

Your mouth goes dry. You should leave, but you’re glued to the spot. You remind yourself: the man on the sofa in front of you is your boyfriend’s father. He’s fifty-something and portly, his hair ashy and silver. You take in his creased shirt, loosened tie, slightly stubbled, slightly pink face. He is not unattractive, but he’s not classically attractive, either.

Nevertheless, this man is not your type. And god, what does that matter? This man is your boyfriend’s dad.

“Close the door. Stay for a minute or two.”

His eyes are fixed on yours as he slowly unzips his flies, and pulls out his penis. You still don’t leave.

He strokes his bare cock slowly. It’s long, thick (really thick) and only halfway to a full erection. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow still deliberating, trying to ignore how aroused you are, feeling your face turn pink. He keeps on stroking.

You’re still weighing up your options with a hazy mind when-

“Suck it.”

The instruction hits you like a freight train.

“Come here, sweetheart. Suck on daddy’s dick.”

His words are clear, firm, but with a hint of ‘just try it’. Arousal turns your racing thoughts to pure static. Needing no further encouragement, you kneel on the floor between his legs. He’s so much bigger than Luke.

“Open that mouth.”

You do as you’re told, and stick your tongue out flat and wet, looking up at him for the next instruction. You can’t believe you’re doing this, you really can’t. His rough hand lands firmly on the back of your head, then presses your face against his hardening dick. The man smiles warmly again as he rubs your face on his crotch.

The shaft feels hot against your open mouth, and hard against your features. The smell of his leather belt, his cotton shirt, and precum fills your nostrils, under-toned by sweat and bodywash.

You’re salivating as he continues to bury your face in his groin, then finally pushes his dick into your mouth with his other hand. Your lips only need to part slightly under his thumb for him to force it in. In it goes, your jaw widening.

“Theeeeere we go.”

He holds your head in place as he becomes fully erect, your throat getting stuffed and your lips becoming tighter and tighter around his now solid penis. You feel it pulsing, firmly pushing down against your tongue.

He holds your head there. Just before you start to actually choke, he removes his hand. You gasp for air as his glistening cock towers in front of your face, bursting from his flies.

From this angle, you can see how his shirt buttons are straining to keep his gut in. Taking the opportunity, the man reaches into his trousers and frees his balls. They’re also quite large, and pushed up by the trouser fabric. As you stare at them he caresses the back of your head and coos at you sardonically.

“What do you think of daddy’s balls?”

Without so much as a moment for your response, your face is pressed once more into his crotch - against them.

In spite of the sardonic move, you’re soaking in your underwear. Greedily, you lap at his exposed balls then take his dick into your mouth a second time. The man is grunting as you suck, clearly stifling a groan, as not to alert his son.

Eventually he loosens his grip on the back of your head, allowing you to freely bob up and down, even though you can’t reach the base of his huge penis without force.

You taste precum - it’s flowing onto your tongue with strained throbs. With your hands at his thighs, you steady yourself and work harder for him, stuffing your throat and drooling down his balls, which are pressed repeatedly against your chin. A couple of minutes go by like this, his grunting becoming more breathy. You let out the occasional, choked whimper.

His chest heaves, quickly grabbing your hair, he pulls you away.

“I’m going to blow. Christ.” He takes another breath, his dick twitching hard. You’ve never seen an older man like this. It’s taking him every ounce of self-control to hold his cum in. “I’m not done with you, not yet.”

He leans back on the sofa to loosen his tie, and slip his trousers and underwear off. You can still taste his slimy precum coating your tongue.

“When I saw you earlier, I wondered how you’d react if I did this. I knew you’d be a good little cocksucker.” he impulsively fondles his dick as he goes on, his tone stern again, “This is going to be kept between us, isn’t it?”

The thought of Luke finding out makes your stomach lurch. You nod furiously. Your chin is still wet.

“Good girl.”

His words send a shiver across your body. He does register his mistake, though.

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just how you look right now. Force of habit. Now, take that sweatshirt off.”

Shit. You’re not wearing your binder. You only threw something on to get a glass of water.

The corners of your mouth curl into a nervous expression, and without saying anything to him, you pull the jumper obediently off over your head.

Cold and exposed, your nipples poke out hard. But the older man in front of you rubs his dick faster, staring intently at your breasts.

“Mmm, yeah,” he sighs, tugging faster at his cock, “That’s what daddy likes. An excellent rack. Sit next to me, sweetheart.”

Cringing at his choice of words, you’re beginning to feel embarrassed. With your new boyfriend, you set some boundaries around your chest. Just an hour ago, when you (sort of) fucked, you wore your t shirt.

Now you’re with his dad, your very round, soft tits are completely exposed just for him. The man masturbating to them probably doesn’t even know what a binder is.

You tell yourself you’re playing along, and try to ignore just how aroused it’s made you.

He reaches out with both his hands and cups your tits, smearing saliva and precum from jerking off across your tender skin.

He gently feels their heft, examining them, making your face burn red. This is going to go on forever.

“What size are you?”, he eventually asks.

After you reluctantly tell him, his grasp becomes rougher. He mutters that he thought so, not really addressing you any more. He squeezes your breasts, and presses them hard together, forcing a huge cleavage - pausing occasionally to roll your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Pulling slightly. You stifle more whimpers, it feels amazing.

What if your boyfriend could see you now? You imagine what you must look like, topless in front of his dad. The humiliation and pangs of dysphoria make you leak onto your soft inner thighs. Each time he touches your nipples, you almost want to thrust your tits out further. You hardly recognise yourself.

And then there’s the fact that with this man feeling you up, your breasts feel…huge. Every grope is better than the last. He runs the palms of his hands over you, muttering, “you’re a very good girl”

You mindlessly open your mouth to correct him, but he shoves you onto your back and kneels over you across the giant sofa, holding you down with one hand.

You catch sight of a long strand of precum drooling from the tip of his fat cock.

“Come on. I think you’re kidding yourself. Aren’t you at least being a good girl for me? Just here and now.”

This time you manage a stutter, but his other hand dives straight into your jeans. The sudden contact on your aching clit morphs your words into a stifled, mindless squeal.

“That’s what I thought.”

He circles your clit faster. You’re whimpering nonstop. He’s clearly experienced. He dips the tips of his rough fingers lower, to see how wet you are, his palm on your tender pubic mound. He doesn’t finger you, just spreads the wetness from your entrance around between your legs, working your clit.

“Such a wet pussy for me.… wider, now”.

For better access, he tears off your remaining jeans and underwear, then, without warning, thrusts not one but two fingers deep into you. A loud squelching sound fills the room. In and out, in and out, in a way you’ve never felt before.

“There…niiiice and wet for your daddy.”

He keeps a steady pace, working you open beneath him. You throw your head back and try to relax and spread your legs as he stuffs your pussy repeatedly with his fingers. The sound is humiliating.

Stretched out naked on the sofa, he’s started fingering you so forcefully that you can feel your tits jiggle. He’s deliberately pressing against your G spot, or at least what you think is your G spot, quickly and ruthlessly. Despite how manhandled you feel, you’re still getting wetter. It’s getting on the sofa. You’re trying to keep your whimpers from disturbing Luke. Finally, he pulls out his fingers, and makes you taste your own wetness.

“Taste that. Your pussy loves being ruined by an older man like me. My cock needs to go in there now, sweetheart“

As he talks, he slowly pats his fat cock head against your spread and swollen lips.

As his oozing precum mixes with your own wetness, you realise with a jolt that the situation - as absurd as it is - calls for one of the condoms in your bag upstairs.

On instinct, you wriggle away but he clutches your hips and pulls you squarely back onto the sofa. Your soaking, pummeled-open pussy lands straight onto the swollen tip of his cock, which immediately forces your lips open.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Relax, baby. Daddy’s got you. Be quiet, now, or we’ll get caught. Can you do that for me?”

Half-impaled and dripping wet, you look up at him, with eyes wide, and nod silently. This is so wrong.

Shifting his weight on the sofa, he grabs your thighs and finds the best angle to force the rest of his cock inside.

Finally, he thrusts his hips and fills you completely. He lets out a grunt as your pussy takes every inch completely raw. Every time his dick throbs, you feel a little more stretched open. His wiry pubic hair feels rough against your smooth skin. He stays inside, constantly throbbing and twitching, pressing his balls against your ass, clearly trying not to cum.

“There. That’s it! Good girl.”

You try to keep still, holding your legs wide apart for him. The twitching slows and he starts to shift his weight again. Somehow, he pushes even deeper into you, and you feel a deep ache as his swollen cock head massages your cervix - it makes you wince.

You manage to let out - in fewer words - that you’re not taking birth control.

He pushes harder against your cervix, the pressure building against it from his cock. He has to raise his tone slightly over the noises you make.

“Does that mean Luke could have a half brother?”

You can’t tell if he’s joking, you’re too blissed-out from the stuffing he’s giving you to care. He thrusts again. Harder. Probably not. He clearly doesn’t care, the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, and pinning you down to take it.

The pace starts to quicken, he takes an even more hushed tone than before, leaning towards your ear, speaking quickly as the feeling of your hot, soft, soaked, hole sends him into overdrive.

“You’re such a beautiful thing - ugh, good girl - my son isn’t gay - if he doesn’t want to fuck you properly - that’s it - I’m going to have to.”

His cock is splitting you in two over and over again, but you’re stretched out perfectly to accommodate it.

You feel his balls press hard against your skin.

He gropes your breasts.

You actually want this.

As your pussy tightens around his cock, he groans softly again on top of you, through clenched teeth:

“Beg me for my cum.”

And you do. You let out a string of pleas, despite yourself. Right into Luke’s father’s ear, you tell him how he’d made you ache for it. How you’re desperate to take it after so long.

It tips the older man over the edge. He moans, loudly this time. Rope after hot rope spills out into you, spreading an indescribable warmth that soaks your cervix and coats your walls. You climax, too, for the first time from penetration: your pussy flutters tight around him, milking every drop into you in a way you have never felt before.

After a moment of breathy stillness, he heaves himself off you, pulls on his trousers, then collects the whiskey glasses -

“Well done. Now cover yourself up. See you in the morning.”

- and creaks up the stairway to his and his wife’s bed.

[boywombs]

my bio essentialism kink is exactly how it sounds. It’s based off your biology, not your gender

you could be a beautiful, feminine trans woman. And I would call you miss while you pump me full of your sperm

I could be a strong, masculine trans man that cums on your cock while you fill my womb

it doesn’t matter if your a woman or a man. we were born to mate and breed, no matter what we call ourselves

[boywombs]

I want the rough breeding type sex that can only be described as 'mounting' or 'mating'. Nothing but sheer instinctual animalistic desire coursing through our veins. Be so blinded by your need to fill me up that we don't care if we're not using protection, I NEED to be filled with your seed.

[boywombs]

Is it bad that your posts make me crave having a pussy and womb to be raped pregnant... Crave being a poor, innocent guy that's just one sadistic bastard away from being forcibly knocked up as I beg for him to stop... Idk. I'm just. Desperately jerking off while I imagine being pinned down by the neck, a thick, brutal cock pumping into an orifice I don't actually have........

this is how we know god isn't real, he would have given you the prettiest pussy to be raped. a womb to be exploited by sadistic perverts who wanna see you cry when you feel their cum inside you

[boywombs]

sending this 2 u bc im too embarrassed abt this to post it on its own >_< but i literally cant stop thinking abt raping my boyfriend... it starts off normal and sweet until he asks me hey, can you slow down a little? but his boycunt feels soooo so so good i cant pull out, not yet, just please can i fuck u a little longer? please? fast forward 30ish mins and im pinning him to the mattress while he whines in my ear about how its too much <33

DROOLING AT THIS that's so cute... you should cum in him, dw if he's complaining about 'no I don't wanna get pregnant', that just means he needs some convincing <3

[boywombs]

came to ur blog last night, fell asleep forgetting my tumblr was open, woke up and opened my phone to this blog, got too hard and had to jack off again. boywombs are very powerful

this is the Best ask ever.u deserve boywomb delivered to your door

[boywombs]

I wanna be roofied after rapebaiting someone, underestimating everything about the situation, in and out of consciousness while they drag me upstairs to a private room. want to panic when i realize they're not wearing a condom, fucking me like they're desperate to knock me up and I can't even form a sentence to beg them not to

[boywombs]

"it won't fit" is a ridiculous thing to say. sweetheart, your body was designed to fit a baby through there. my dick isn't NEARLY as big as one of those. i should give you one so you find out what "not fitting" actually means. that'd shut you up, wouldn't it?