sillylittlemoth

[sillylittlemoth]

i’m just a mothgirl at heart who wants to literally be pinned to a board, weakly fluttering in a way that’s half-reflex half futile attempt at freedom. while my delicate little body gets observed and photographed and felt up. i’m just a decoration now, aching in pain as i’m toyed with until i’m dripping

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problematic queen marking color gap

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problematic queen marking color gap

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problematic queen marking color gap

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problematic queen marking color gap

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problematic queen marking color gap

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The doctor adjusted the ultrasound wand, and then nodded at the screen. "There you go," he said to the nervous father. "Your baby is looking healthy, I think you can relax."

Some of the tension drained from the man's shoulders, and he nodded, almost trying to reassure himself. After a moment, he looked back to the doctor. "You sure, doc? I've been trying to stay calm, but when the mother has been having all these cramps and just feeling so tense."

With an understanding nod, he slid the wand a little lower, showing the muscles around the vagina. Nodding, he pointed a gloved finger at the screen. "Looks like it might be vaginismus. The muscles around the vagina get tens and spasms, makes everything painful, sometimes it develops in pregnancy." Setting the wand down for a moment, he added some lube to two of his fingers.

Frowning at the image on the screen, the father sighed. "I've heard of it. Makes it painful to pass anything through there? That's... Probably not good if she's going to give birth to that baby, right?" His chuckle was clearly forced, and he couldn't look away from the screen. In the video, he could see as the muscles tensed when one finger began to slide inside.

"I wouldn't be too worried, honestly." The doctors voice was warm and meant to soothe the father's nerves. He shifted the wand a little again as his thumb started to work the clit, first finger still slowly working inside. After a moment, he nodded to the screen. "You see, it's still possible to relax her enough for one finger to fit in-" The finger finger slowly worked in a little deeper. "And we can apply more stimulation to help her relax more. Nurse, can you please keep the noise down?" The nurse over his shoulder nodded in silent agreement as she stepped over to follow his directions.

They both watched the screen for a minute more as a second finger worked it's way in on the screen, slowly pushing a way between the muscles, until the doctor finally felt he'd gotten them in deeply enough. Smiling, he curled them . "There we are, see?" she nodded encouragingly to the ultrasound. As the fingers on the screen worked inside the tense muscles, he added, "The muscles are still tense, but you can see the blood flow increasing. She's very responsive, isn't she?"

There was a smile of pride on the father's face as he watched the screen. "Well, I want the best for my kid, you know? Even before they're born." He took another deep breath, and his shoulders relaxed as he let it out. "So it's just a matter of applying a treatment like this? How often?"

The doctor kept his eyes focused on the screen. "Every day is a good start, we can look at the results after a couple weeks, and see if that needs to be adjusted- nurse, please hold the patient down, I think we're approaching the culmination." On the screen, the movement of the fingers got faster, rougher, the muscles suddenly feeling drawn to a different pull to contract, to spasm, the pleasure and pressure of an orgasm suddenly overriding everything else. The doctor smiled, watching the body surrender to the course he had set for it. "And there you are, my friend. It just takes a little hands on stimulation. Now, let me clean up, and we can talk in my office?" The father picked up his jacket and the doctor pulled off his exam gloves.

Even as the father opened the exam room door, even as the doctor tossed his gloves in the trash can, even as the nurse pulled her hand away from your mouth...

None of them ever looked you in the eye.

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My job? Don't be ridiculous! I'd never say that killing you is my job.

Because it isn't. That's not how I'd describe it. Especially to someone who doesn't have a snuff kink. That's absurd.

No. To you? I'd describe it as... an inextricable moment of connection. Of devotion between two people. The possessiveness of my hands on you, the sacrifice of your life slipping away. I'd describe it as a moment of performance art together, as we create a deeply personal, deeply imperfect, deeply permanent moment together.

Look, we get why a breeding kink can be hot, yeah, and this is... It's not so far away from it, is it? It's about what you're offering up, something ready to be irrevocably changed. The choice you're making to surrender entirely. And I'm the tool that brings about that change. That sees the potential in you for this glorious moment, and brings you to such a vivid fulfillment. That incredible moment of surrender as you give your life away. It's like the shadow version of breeding kink, right? One is a devastating act of creation, the other is a sacrificial act of destruction. Wouldn't that be beautiful?

That's probably how I'd describe it to you. But, I mean, you'd never see the appeal of something like me killing you, would you?

[sillylittlemoth]

vaginal infections, utis, and extreme ph imbalances are no fucking joke. please wash your goddamn hands before you stick your fingers in someone

[sillylittlemoth]

Always hump the boot that kicks you or whatever they say

[sillylittlemoth]

i'm heteroflexible in that i can kiss and fuck and love another woman but our relationship can't pass the bechdel test or else i get turned off

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.

[sillylittlemoth]

Every night I lay in bed, hand on my stomach wishing your baby was inside.