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shybunny · 4 months
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cuddly fingering and edging at bedtime for a couple of horny little freaks
You need to get off every single night, or else the next day you get so horny you can’t think straight. You’re the exact opposite of your boyfriend in this regard, but he doesn’t mind because he loves making you cum. Every night when you crawl into bed together, he tucks your body against his, reaches between your legs, and jerks you off to completion. This is such a routine now that you start to get wet as soon as you get under the sheets. He doesn’t tease you or make you work for it, he just strokes and rubs your lips and clit and murmurs in your ear until you cum on his fingers. He just loves how soft and wet you get for him, and your cute little whimpers and your gently rocking hips.
But touching you like this night after night eventually takes its toll on him. Over time his grip on you gets less gentle and more possessive. His soft endearments turn into lewd, urgent whispers. Now he starts to really play with you, rubbing your cunt until you’re close but then stopping just shy of the edge, letting you come back down twitching and whimpering, over and over until you feel completely melted. His cock twitches against your thigh as you moan and gasp through every close call.
“Fuck I need this pussy,” he moans in your ear, sounding desperate now, “I need this pussy around my cock.”
You would do anything to get him to fuck you right now, but instead he takes himself in his own fist and starts to urgently play with himself, while his other hand continues to stroke and tease your silky wet lips and clit. He stuffs his fingers into your pussy and feels your wet walls pulsing tight around him and strokes his own cock harder, imagining the way your pussy would feel around his cock.
“Fuck you feel so good baby, your pussy feels so good… I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, “I’m gonna cum.”
“No, no, please,” you beg, “inside me, cum inside me—”
“I’m cumming—” he groans as he unloads into his own hand, cum squirting uselessly through his fingers, and while he's cumming he fucks you as hard and as fast as he can with his other hand, moaning lewdly into your ear and making you cum so hard you see stars.
You lie awake together for a long time afterward, cuddling and snuggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, and his fingers ghost over the folds of your pussy and send little shivers through you. And even after all that, you're still begging him to finger you again the next night.
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shybunny · 4 months
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mommy gf walks in on you sucking your thumb and lets you suck on her tits instead
Your girlfriend just walked in on you while you were masturbating. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except you were sucking your thumb while you did it… You didn’t want her to know you did that… She’s gonna think you’re a freak. But sometimes you just can’t make yourself cum without something between your lips.
“Poor baby,” she says, giggling. “Let me help you.” She pulls her tshirt off over her head, letting her heavy breasts swing free. Then she crawls on top of you and presses one of them right into your face, offering her nipple to your swollen lips.
This is not the reaction you were expecting, but you don’t think twice before hungrily wrapping your lips around her nipple, groaning hoarsely into her breast as you start to gently suck. She smiles down at you, pleased, and she presses her hand over yours where it’s still resting between your legs.
“Go ahead, baby,” she says, encouraging you to keep touching yourself. Without another thought you go back to stroking between your legs. It feels twice as good as before with her breasts in your face and your lips around her nipple, greedily sucking, and you can’t help pathetically thrusting your hips. Your needy groans are muffled into her breasts, and your hips buck uncontrollably into your hand. You’re gonna cum, you’re cumming, arching your back, moaning loudly into her nipple, your sounds of pleasure softly muffled with both of her breasts smooshed into your face.
“Poor little thing,” she says, giggling and kissing your forehead.
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shybunny · 4 months
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big soft werewolf boyfriend, belly rubs, anal knotting, handjobs, edging 🐶
Your boyfriend is a werewolf, and he loves belly rubs just as much as a dog. He’s lying beside you on his back with his long body stretched across the bed. You sink your hands into his thick fur and scrub your fingers all over his chest and stomach until his tongue lolls out between his teeth and his tail thumps against the bed. Your caresses grow bolder, and you tease and pinch the small nipples that run in parallel lines down his belly. He starts to whine softly, and between his thighs you see his sheath twitch and swell as his cock starts to stiffen inside.
You reach your hand down between his legs to gently grope his sheath until his thick red cock slides all the way out. You pour lube into your hand and stroke it all over his throbbing shaft as he whines and bears his teeth in a needy snarl. He grips your hips with his huge paws and pulls you down against him, fitting his body around yours with your ass tucked into his lap and your back pressed against the warm fur of his chest, and he guides the head of his cock between your cheeks to enter you from behind.
He groans deeply as he eases the slippery head of his cock into your tight asshole. He wraps his long warm arms around you and clutches your body close as he rocks his hips, sliding deeper inside you inch by inch. By now your own poor cock is throbbing hard and leaking precum. He toys with your nipples as he bucks his hips but your poor aching cock gets completely neglected. His own thick cock feels incredible inside you, stretching you open and massaging your insides, and it’s hard not to cum just from that.
His thrusts become more and more forceful and urgent, hips snapping hard as he pounds your ass, and your poor cock is throbbing and bobbing up and down, aching so hard that it hurts. You feel the base of his cock start to swell, lodging him tightly inside you and stretching your asshole to the limit. He groans and grips your hips hard to hold you in place on his cock as he pumps you full of himself, urgently toying with one of your nipples as he cums, as your own cock throbs and pulses with desperate need.
Finally he starts to relax against you, leaning his muzzle against your shoulder and panting and whining low in his throat. His knot is still swollen tight, lodged inside you and throbbing, and you’re fucking desperate to cum. Now he grips your cock in his fist and starts to carefully stroke you—not too fast, not too close, easing you into it, even though you’re already gasping and your thighs are trembling, and feeling his thick knot pulsing inside you is getting you close too fast. He edges you like this over and over, holding you close to his large warm body while he teases your aching cock and feels your asshole clenching tight and squeezing around his knot, and he whines and his sharp teeth snarl near your ear as more shuddering spurts of his cum are milked out of him, load by load filling you up completely.
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shybunny · 5 months
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cozy daddy kink couch snuggles and finger fucking followed by sleepy lovemaking 🥰
You went to bed early, but you can’t fall asleep. You wander back out into the living room where your bf is sitting on the couch in the dark, watching tv with the volume turned low. You crawl into his lap and loop your arms around his neck. “What is it, baby?” he asks as his hands slide onto your body absentmindedly. You’re only wearing a tshirt and underwear, and you can clearly feel the comfortable warmth of his large hands on you.
“Um……” You say it with your face buried against his neck. “Can you rub my clit for me?”
He almost laughs. “Sure baby,” he says. He tucks you closer against his large warm body, and you shyly spread your thighs for him as he slides his big warm hand into your underwear. He strokes the swollen shape of your pussy until he has you panting in his arms and his fingers are coated in your wetness. Then he rubs and strokes your aching little clit until you’re moaning and thrusting your hips.
“Oh my god… daddy…”
“Yeah baby?”
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” You moan for him as his stroking pushes you over the edge, and he holds your trembling body close and murmurs comfortingly in your ear as you clench and pulsate against his fingers.
Then you’re curled up against him all soft and panting with your head resting on his shoulder. The tv is still murmuring softly in the background, and you feel so comfy and relaxed that you start to fall asleep. He turns off the TV and lifts you up and carries you back to bed.
As he lays you down on the mattress, you reach out a hand to feel his erection through his sweatpants.
“Playing with me made you all hard…” you say as you palm him innocently.
“Want me to fuck you with this?” he asks, pressing his large hand over yours.
“Yeah…”
He pulls off your underwear and climbs on top of you. His large body is warm and close, held over you in the dark. You whimper sweetly for him as he presses his aching erection into your swollen wet pussy. You’re still so sensitive from cumming. His large hand pins yours to the mattress above your head, strong fingers twining with yours. His cock feels huge inside you as he rocks his hips, stroking the deepest parts of you, overwhelming you until your pussy starts to spasm around his cock.
“Oh fuck…… daddy, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s it baby…”
“Daddy, daddy,” you gasp, moaning it helplessly into his ear again and again as you cum for him, milking his cock until he groans and cums deep inside your pussy. Then the two of you fall asleep snuggled close with his large body curled around yours.
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shybunny · 5 months
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weird furry scifi shit, spacefaring dragon searches the galaxy for a warm willing spaceship to lay her eggs inside 🛸
Stelmander was a type of dragon who could travel between the stars. Like most of her kind, she spent most of her time circling star systems, soaking up solar rays through the cells in her outstretched wings, and visiting planets to perform benevolent deeds. During her travels she met many beings, mostly smaller folk, but she occasionally came across another dragon too, and she wasn’t above a little daliance when she did.
Soon after one of these encounters, Stelmander felt that her egg-laying time was drawing near. She began to fly through the galaxy at top speeds, searching for a spaceship to lay her eggs inside. The living spaceships that small folk used to travel between the stars all came equipped with a warm, moist chamber designed to incubate dragon eggs. Stelmander used her psychic perception to follow a trail of warped space left in the wake of such a ship, and soon she was hailing the crew via microwave radio.
The ship was called Ahajas. Its sailors all greeted Stelmander excitedly, because it was considered good luck to encounter a dragon in deep space. The spaceship also signaled its own interest to her on a specialized subspace channel. But when she asked the captain for permission to dock, he was forced to deny her.
“I beg your pardon, madame,” he said. “It would have been an honor to accept you, but we’re carrying a cargo of life-saving medicines and cannot be delayed.”
Stelmander accepted this answer, and thanked the captain and went on her way, even though she could feel herself swelling with eggs. She would have to find another spaceship fast. She picked up another fresh warptrail and hurried after it, following it like a scent, and as she flew she could feel her ovipositor beginning to swell, to push through the swollen lips of the opening between her legs.
The second ship was called Perelandra, and it was even more voluptuous than the last. Stelmander was desperate to mount the soft warm hull, to insert herself into the soft wet heat of the incubation chamber, to lay egg after egg deep inside…
She was so distracted by her fantasies that she almost ignored the warnings that both the spaceship and its crew were urgently sending her. It turned out that Perelandra was temporarily infected with the Lormot virus—harmless to spaceships, but deadly to spacefaring dragons. Stelmander was forced to leave the voluptuous spaceship behind and look for another.
By now her ovipositor was fully extended and aching. She was getting really desperate—she had to find somewhere to lay her eggs. She followed another trail and met a third ship called Mima. She urgently asked the captain for permission to dock, but again she was refused.
“I’m afraid it’s not possible,” said the captain, “it’s simply not possible. The Mima is a pedigree ship, madame, we’re due to accept another dragon’s clutch in less than a week. Simply not possible.”
But Stelmander was barely listening. The spaceship was already in heat—its incubation chamber was in peak condition to accept a clutch of eggs—and it was signaling to her pathetically on its subspace channel, desperately begging for her eggs. The invitation was impossible to resist. Stelmander felt the pulsing contractions inside her, squeezing the eggs into her ovipositor. It was out of the hands of the small folk now. Mima needed her eggs, and she had to lay them right now.
Stelmander ignored the captain’s spluttered protests as she mounted the spaceship. She gripped the hull in her enormous talons to hold it in place, pressed her aching ovipositor deep into the moist heat of Mima’s incubation chamber, and laid egg after egg into the grateful spaceship’s pulsing inner cavities.
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shybunny · 5 months
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sapphic dubcon praise/degradation, chubby librarian catches you being a perv and helps you get off in the stacks 📖
You spend a lot of time in the campus research library, and you have a major crush on one of the librarians. She’s a little older than you are, short and curvy, with coke bottle glasses and long hair she keeps in braids. She has dimples when she smiles, and she’s always wearing these slutty little skirts under her cozy, oversized cardigans.
But the reason you come to the library so much in the first place is because there’s something kind of pervy you like to do in the psychology section… You like to look at the textbooks on human sexuality and read about all the weird nasty shit people get up to. You hide out between the long dusty shelves and slowly leaf through the books, letting yourself get hornier and hornier, and you sneak your hand down between your legs for quick little strokes through your clothes, knowing you shouldn’t be doing this here and getting way too turned on by that fact.
You’re up to no good as usual one afternoon when someone sneaks up behind you. You jump guiltily, ready to shut the book and bolt, but you freeze with panic when you realize it’s your favorite little librarian. Oh christ—she didn’t see you touching yourself, did she? She’s grinning up at you from ear to ear, and her glasses flash in the fluorescents as she leans in closer.
“I know you touch yourself over here while you look at the weird books,” she says in your ear. “You’re such a fucking pervert.” But she presses closer as she says it, presses up against your back and reaches around to slide her soft little hand between your legs. “I like that in a girl,” she says. She starts to tease your aching pussy through your clothes, pressing her soft breasts and tummy into your back, and sliding her other hand up to grope your chest.
“Keep reading, cutie,” she teases. “I’ll help you cum, okay?” Your knees go weak. You hold back a groan as she starts to stroke your pussy, rubbing circles into it through your clothes, spreading the dripping wetness around until she’s making a mess between your legs. With her other hand she hefts and fondles your breasts and teases your nipples. She rocks into you from behind as she touches you, moans in your ear as she grinds herself against your ass. You hold the book open blindly in front of you, trying to keep from moaning too loud, from moving too much, from cumming too soon. You want this to go on forever.
“Wow, you really like this, don’t you?” she whispers. “You are such a pervert!” You rock your hips helplessly into her hand and she strokes you harder. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” You nod your head helplessly, whimpering as she strokes you harder and harder. The book slips out of your fingers. You put your hand over your mouth and bend double in her arms as she strokes you through your orgasm, mewling in your ear as she holds herself pressed all soft and warm against your back, pressing herself into your ass through her slutty little skirt as you try to keep quiet, try to hold it together, try to remember that you’re in a fucking library.
When you finally stop cumming, she giggles sweetly in your ear and plants a kiss on your cheek. She bends down to pick up the book you dropped and reshelves it. “See you next time, okay cutie?” She flashes you another one of her big dimpled smiles, quickly adjusts her skirt and glasses, then hurries back to work.
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shybunny · 6 months
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i got too uptight about my writing, i gotta write bad fast and nasty again
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shybunny · 1 year
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Sorry to all femmes when I forget I'm not wearing sunglasses and I'm very obviously looking at their boobs.
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shybunny · 1 year
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shybunny · 1 year
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ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES A VAMPIRE PRIEST????????? VAMPIRE PRIEST SUPREMACY
vampire priest supremacy orz
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😇 biting, blood-drinking, hands free orgasm 😈 dubcon (seriously), blood, pain, fear
You’ve teased him and toyed with him and tempted him for so long that you’re sure he’s half-mad with lust for you by now. You finally manage to corner him alone in the rectory one night, and you make a pass at him for real, pressing close to him and telling him that you’ve seen him watching you, you’ve seen the way his eyes follow you whenever you walk by. Wouldn’t it be such a relief to give in, Father? You smile to yourself when he finally snaps. He grabs your shoulders and moves in to kiss your jaw, your neck, full-on licking your throat before you know what’s happening. It’s happening too fast; you try to pull back but his hands grip you tighter, unheeding, almost hurting. You start to feel a little disgust, a little fear. “What are you doing—?” you ask as he opens his mouth against you, teeth scraping against your skin, and then you gasp as you feel the piercing pain, as he bites down hard on your neck, pinning you in place, his sharp incisors piercing the skin. You feel his wet tongue moving against the wounds, and you feel his ragged groan of relief where your chest is pressed to his. He’s drinking your blood. You have no idea what to do. You sag into his arms but he holds you up, supporting your weight as he drinks from your neck, messily sucking and moaning into the raw wound. Jesus Christ, you thought he just wanted to fuck you. You want to be terrified but something about this is so much hotter, even through your fear you feel yourself becoming aroused. So this is how badly he's needed you. You sink even heavier against him and he stumbles back against the wall, sinking down against it and dragging you down into his arms, all without breaking his teeth’s tight hold on your throat. His arms are wrapped around your limp body, his hand cupping the back of your head, his mouth on your neck, groaning and sucking. You groan along with him, light-headed and breathless, shocked and turned on by the raw animal violence that was hidden inside this timid man.
He’s not even finished goring your neck. The wound is running dry, and for one moment of relief his teeth unclench from around your throat, only to bite down harder from a different angle, tearing open a new set of wounds. You moan embarrassingly but it’s drowned out by his own deep-throated groan as more of your blood pours into his mouth. He wraps his lips around your neck and starts to suck again, large hands clutching you tightly against him, long legs tangled with yours, bodies rocking against each other as he drinks from you, and as he holds you close to him and licks and sucks your neck you feel an urgent pressure building inside you suddenly, stunning you as it grows tighter and tighter in your stomach, until you’re cumming pathetically in his arms, cumming with his fangs buried in your neck, trying so hard to keep still, to keep it hidden from him that you’re falling apart like this. You bite back your tiny desperate cries, tense and shaking in his arms, until it finally ends and you slump against him with an exhausted sigh, feeling the urgency go out of his own body as he finally sucks the second wound dry, both of you heaving against each other with ragged, shaking breaths. You feel his jaw unclench, and he slowly releases your throat, blood rushing back into the compressed and bleeding skin. You feel his hot heavy breath against your neck. You’d kill to know what he’s thinking right now. Is this normal for him? Is he blaming himself? Does he hate you? Love you? Does he know, could he tell that you were cumming for him, just from that?
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shybunny · 1 year
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OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS would you do something along the lines of like a wolf girl being in heat (sub) and her gf helps her
maybe something like this?? 👀
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😳 wolf girl, wlw, sub top, dirty talk, heat/rut, humping, pet play, mommy, praise kink, puppy, good girl, overstim, multiple orgasms 🐺 werewolf-y bottom growth, saying clit and cock interchangeably
You always transform a little bit when you go into heat. Your ears change, you grow a tail, you sprout a bunch of extra hair all over, and your clit gets big and swollen, aching and twitching and wanting so bad to be buried in something soft and wet. You can’t stop thinking about your girlfriend’s pussy, playing with yourself, drooling all over yourself while you imagine spreading it open, fingering the swollen folds and the wet, clenching hole.
“My big dumb puppy,” she says affectionately, “are you in heat again already? Look at this, look at how wet and swollen you are.”
She reaches between your legs to take your clit between her fingers, gently stroking it through the hood. You moan for her and rock your hips into her touch, completely at her mercy.
“Poor baby,” she laughs, “you wanna be in my pussy so bad, don’t you. You wanna fuck my pussy with this hard little cock.”
Fuck, fuck, you love it when she calls it that. It throbs in response, throbbing between her fingers as she teases it.
She lies back on the bed and you eagerly mount her soft body, pressing your wet cunt into hers and rocking your hips, rubbing your big swollen clit into her pussy lips with urgent whimpers of relief.
“Good girl… Your poor little cock gets so hard, you just need to rub it all over mommy’s pussy don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” you moan, with your hips rocking back and forth, humping her sloppy wet pussy, grinding your aching little cock into her warm wet folds.
“Oh I feel you twitching, baby,” she says, giggling. “You gonna cum? You gonna cum on mommy’s pussy?”
You nod your head stupidly, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you whine and moan, cunt clenching hard as you cum into her pussy.
You slump down on top of her, panting. “You feel better, baby?” she purrs. “All tired out from using mommy’s pussy?”
You groan into her breasts, cunt still throbbing, clit still aching and swollen with your heat. Your hips give a few tired thrusts, almost involuntarily, and her pussy still feels so good, suddenly you’re back to fucking her again, grinding your cunt into hers and feeling your swollen little cock gliding through her soft wet folds.
“I need… I need to keep cumming,” you groan.
“Go ahead baby,” she croons, “use mommy’s pussy. I know you can’t help it, I know you’re just a big dumb puppy in heat and you need to keep humping and cumming. Does it feel good when you fuck my pussy?”
“Mommy,” you groan.
“Yes baby…”
“Mommy, mommy— mommy—” Your babbling cuts off in a keening moan as you cum for her again, clenching and shaking in her arms. You’re ready to stop and catch your breath but she whispers urgently, “Keep going baby, keep going, I’m almost there.” Your hips snap back into action with a groan, you go right back to humping her cunt, rubbing your aching cock into her clit, gasping from exhaustion and overstimulation but nothing would make you stop while she’s moaning like that, while her pussy is so close to cumming against yours.
“Good girl,” she gasps, “good girl,” wrapping her arms around you, holding your body close to hers. “I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” She cries out and then she’s cumming so hard and loud for you, throbbing and clenching all over your poor little cock, sending you into a third orgasm that has you arching your back and howling.
You collapse on top of her, panting and shivering. “Good little doggy,” she says, whispering into one ear and scratching behind the other. “Such a good girl for me. I love feeling you cum on my pussy, it turns me on so much.” You whine into her neck. Your wagging tail thumps against the bed, and your cunt starts aching again, and your exhausted body starts to move against hers again, needing her pussy again. Her soft laughter tickles your ear.
“Keep going baby, it’s okay,” she says. “We can do this all night if you need to.”
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shybunny · 1 year
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ok cool now that i've watched all this porn i'm ready to edge myself for a few hours *cums in five minutes*
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shybunny · 1 year
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Is it too much to ask for a pretty toy to be so desperate that I have to fuck them somewhere I shouldn't, risking getting caught by someone, while they moan and fuck themselves on my fingers like a mindless slut because they can't wait until we get home to get off.
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shybunny · 1 year
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I want to be mean to a poor little thing. I want to move my thigh away from them right when they're about to come just from humping it. I want to stop pounding them just when they moan about how they're gonna come because of my touch. I want to smirk while I watch them whine and cry and beg me to keep fucking them and then mock them for being such a desperate slut.
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shybunny · 1 year
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🥺 thigh riding, size difference, soft dom, begging, humiliation, good girl, puppy
At first you were trying not to bother him while he was working. But you've just been so fucking horny all day. Now you’re sitting at his feet and pathetically begging him for attention. It's humiliating to act like this, but you can't concentrate on anything else, you just need him to make you cum. You look up at him with your big sad puppy-dog eyes and whimper under your breath.
“Poor thing...” he says, laughing sweetly and reaching down for you. He lifts you up into his lap and positions you so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. You whimper embarrassingly when you feel his thick muscles pressing between your legs. He feels you clenching against him and he smirks. His voice is a low soft rumble in your ear. “You're so needy today. Do you wanna hump my thigh, puppy?” You nod your head against his shoulder, whining and already starting to weakly roll your hips. “Good girl…” he says. “Just rub that little pussy against my thigh until I finish up, okay?”
With your arms around his neck and his thick thigh between both of yours, you start to rock against him, whimpering with relief at the pleasure that’s coursing through your pussy with each thrust. It's so embarrassing, to be humping his leg this enthusiastically, but it just feels so good, you can’t stop yourself from grinding down harder and harder, thrusting your hips more urgently, whimpering more urgently into his neck.
“Shhh, shhhh,” he says as your moans grow louder. “It’s okay puppy, keep going. It feels good doesn’t it, I know baby.” He’s still typing with one hand but he presses the other one to your back and rubs you in warm soothing circles, holding you closer against his side. His voice and touch only spur you on more until you’re rocking the whole chair with the force of your desperate thrusting. His hand slides down to your lower back, pushing you into him, helping you grind your pussy even harder against him. You start to gasp loud and hard with your orgasm growing and growing inside of you.
He chuckles into your ear, and whispers softly, “You’re gonna cum just from that? Just from humping me like that?” You whine loudly against his neck, messily jerking your hips, almost crying from how good your pussy feels spasming against his thigh, your whole body trembling and straining and his big warm hand pressing you close as you messily cum all over him.
Afterwards, he lets you just sit there slumped against him, pussy still throbbing against the wet spot you made on his leg, and he slowly rubs his big warm hand up and down your back while he finishes up his work, murmuring in your ear about what a good girl you are.
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shybunny · 1 year
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I love your writing, do you think you could do some gentle femdom and somno stuff please? 💕
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😚 somnophilia, soft femdom, msub, cowgirl 😗 mild cnc
You know your boyfriend wants to fuck whenever he starts walking around the house in just a tshirt and boxers. It’s so cute the way he’s showing himself off, trying to tempt you into playing with him. And it is tempting—his ass looks incredible in that pair… But you’re too busy to mess around right now, and besides, you like to see how frustrated he gets when you ignore him.
Eventually he gets tired of waiting and goes into the bedroom to pout. You smile to yourself. You don’t hear from him for a while, so once you decide that you’ve gotten enough work done, you go to the bedroom to check on him. He’s fast asleep, lying on his back in bed in just his boxers. His half-hard cock is outlined perfectly through the material, and there’s even a little wet spot near the tip. You wonder if he was stroking himself before he fell asleep. You gently run the tip of one finger down the length of his cock, just to see it twitch for you. Then you crawl onto the bed, moving extra slow and careful so you don’t wake him up. You slowly slide his boxers down, handling his cock as you do to keep it in place. After a few teasing strokes, feeling it grow and harden in your fingers, you straddle his hips and press the head into your soft pussy, slowly sinking down on top of him. He groans and twitches under you but he doesn’t wake up. You gently rock your hips, making his cock slide back and forth inside you. You start off slow but when he doesn’t wake up you start to go faster, riding him harder, hearing him gently moaning and shifting underneath you, until finally you see his eyes blink open. He starts to mumble in confusion but you cover his mouth with your hand, forcefully silencing him while you bounce on his cock. His eyes roll back and he moans raggedly into your hand as he realizes what’s happening, as he feels how warm and soft and wet your pussy is around his cock. He starts to buck his hips, and his muffled moans become more and more urgent, until he throws his head back and cries out hoarsely into your hand and his spurting cock fills you up with cum. You both take a moment to catch your breath, and when you finally lift your hand away from his mouth, you get to see his big dreamy smile.
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shybunny · 1 year
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Hey! Could I please request an erotic piece about ritual sex with Lucifer please? Themes of breeding, virginity, and slight pain are nice too!! :)
i hope you didn't mean like a specific character from something because i just wrote about the devil in general, anyway hail satan
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😈 devil, size kink, praise kink, first time, occult vibes, soft dom, begging, fingering, pussyjob, aphrodisiacs (consensual), angel wings 😗 pain, crying
Two ritual operators dressed in long hooded robes lead you into a circular chamber. You’re naked underneath your own thin robe, and the stone floor is cold against your bare feet. The chamber is dominated by a large, intimidating stone chair, like a throne, big enough for two people to sit comfortably side by side. It draws the eye from every angle. Your escorts stand you in the exact center of the chamber, then slip your robe off your shoulders, leaving you completely nude and facing the empty throne. You cross your arms over your chest, self-conscious and cold. Your escorts step back to join the other hooded figured standing in a broad circle around the edges of the room. They’re chanting the summoning spell in eerie atonal voices. You’re starting to feel a little strange, probably due to the wine they had you drink in the preparation room. It was laced with a kind of potent aphrodisiac, but you can’t remember the name of it anymore.
The chanting comes to a lingering conclusion, and when the final note fades from the air, the room is suddenly plunged into darkness. You hear a few stifled gasps around the room; you find them oddly comforting in the isolating darkness. A few moments later, the torches burst back into life, and someone not-quite-human is sitting on the giant throne in front of you.
He’s very good-looking, with a handsome face and a long, well-built body. And he’s just as naked as you are, with everything on display. And he’s large—not just tall but proportionally larger than a human being in a way that unnerves you. The room around him appears dwarfed, and some animal instinct inside of you feels threatened by just his presence. Now you understand the size of the chair. He’s wearing a golden crown studded with red jewels, and two curving horns emerge from his hairline, curling back into his dark hair. And perhaps most astonishing of all: two enormous black-feathered wings emerge from behind his back, framing his large shoulders and folded over the arms of his chair.
You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. His expression is composed, considering. You have no idea what your own face looks like. He lifts one of his heavy hands towards you, palm up, and curls his large fingers. “Come here,” he says. His voice is deep and resonant. You approach him with your heart pounding. Once you’re standing before him, he leans down and gently catches your chin with his enormous fingers, tilting your face to look up at him. His shadowy wings shuffle slightly on either side of him, adjusting their position as he leans forward, and his glowing golden eyes seem to pin you in place. He slowly turns your head this way and that, examining you. “How pretty you are,” he says, in his low, rumbling voice, and warmth starts to spread through your lower belly. Jeez… All he’s done is grab your face and call you pretty, and there’s already a wet ache growing between your legs.
“Are you frightened?” he asks, his deep voice pitched low and soft. You shake your head, even though you are frightened, just a little. “And you’re willing?” he continues.
Before you can answer, one of the ritual operators responds on your behalf.
“The sacrifice is willing, my lord,” says one of them. You’d almost forgotten they were there, standing around the edges of the room in their long dark robes.
“A virgin, my lord,” says another.
The devil’s eyes leave your face to look around the circular room. He slides his heavy hand onto your shoulder and curls his fingers around it, pulling you closer to him possessively. Finally freed from his hypnotic eyes, your gaze falls instead on the giant flaccid cock and the heavy testicles resting between his legs. You swallow convulsively.
He speaks, addressing the room at large. “The rest of you may leave,” he says in an imperious drawl. You tense up under his large hand, and as if in response, he starts to carefully stroke your collarbone with his thumb, gentle and soothing. You melt into the warm touch. In the room around you, there’s a protracted silence, and then the robed operators all silently file out of the room, closing the door behind them. Once the door is shut, the devil returns his golden gaze to your face.
“You didn’t want an audience, did you?” he asks, smirking slightly.
You shake your head.
His voice goes gentle again. “Speak to me,” he says. His enormous hand has slid up from your shoulder to cup the side of your head, and his thumb gently strokes your cheek and jaw. You’re hyper-focused on his touch.
“That feels good…” you say, impulsively. He laughs deeply in response. He sounds like he’s pleased with you.
“Are you drugged?” he asks, still smiling. You nod your head. “And how do you feel?”
“Um… Good.”
His smile changes back into a smirk. “It’s making you a little stupid, isn’t it?”
You nod against his hand, almost nuzzling into it. His other hand strokes up your inner thigh, the backs of his large fingers trailing lightly against the sensitive skin, and then he slowly slides one of his fingers between your legs, carefully stroking your wet folds. Your knees go weak and a soft little moan escapes you.
“So wet already,” he murmurs, and you nod against his hand, whimpering as he teases you with his thick fingertip. You feel so warm all over, limbs weak, leaning heavily into his hands so that he’s almost supporting your whole weight with them. You lean even farther forward, pressing your stomach into the palm of his hand, bracing your own small hands against his broad wrist, and you start to slowly rock your hips, rubbing your tingling wet folds against his thick finger. He presses harder against you, grinning and amused.
“Are you going to ride my cock like that?” he purrs. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, angel?”
You moan in response and rock your hips faster. You give a little gasp when the tip of his finger catches the edge of your slick hole. Oh fuck… You want him to put it in you. You want to fuck his finger.
“Sorry angel,” he says, voice low and gentle, his other hand stroking the back of your head. “The first time has to be on my cock.”
That’s right… That’s one of the rules of the ritual. But how did he know what you were thinking? Can he read your mind? Or were you saying all of that out loud without realizing? You’re too far gone to even be embarrassed. You think you’re begging out loud right now. You hear his low, warm laughter, and he gently shushes you, pulling his finger out from between your legs. He slides his hands under your arms and lifts you as if you weighed nothing, turning you to sit in his large lap. You feel so small there; he must be twice your size at least. He puts his large hands against your chest and presses you snuggly against him, settling you with your back against his broad warm body. You’re practically straddling his cock. It’s not soft anymore; it’s huge and engorged, standing straight up between both of your legs, and completely absorbing all of your attention. You reach for it without a moment’s thought. His hands tense where they’re pressed over your chest as you eagerly palm the long, thick length of him, feeling how hard he is beneath the soft skin, carefully fingering the edges of the thick tip.
“Oh no…” you say, laughing drunkenly. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”
“No?” he asks, low and teasing. The hands pressed over your chest start to stir, gently kneading and massaging, fingers sliding slowly over your hardened nipples. You groan for him, arching into his touch, squeezing your thighs together around his cock so that it’s held tight against your aching wet folds, twitching gently against you. “Oh fuck…” you whimper as you roll your hips, almost involuntarily, grinding you aching pussy against the thick, hard shaft. You grip his big forearms and brace your feet against the cold stone of the chair to give yourself leverage, panting as you shamelessly hump his cock. It feels so good you can’t even think. You’re barely in control of your body. For a moment you forget that he isn’t even human, until you catch a glimpse of one of his large shadowy wings from the corner of your eye.
You almost forgot that you’re drugged, too. No wonder you’re acting like such a slut. You start snickering to yourself at the thought.
“Everything alright, angel?” he murmurs, his low voice huskier now.
“It just feels so fucking good,” you say, grinning stupidly. He laughs into your hair, and you can feel the vibrations through his chest. You become aware of the way his huge body is curved around yours, of the way his enormous hands are gripping you possessively against his lap. You tilt your head back, trying to look him in the face.
“Do you feel good too?” you ask him impulsively.
“Yes, you devious little thing,” he says, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. His voice is a low rumble against your back, a deep whisper against your ear. “Are you going to keep moving those pretty little hips for me?”
Warmth spreads through you at the rough, low sound of his voice, and your folds clench involuntarily against his cock. Your attention is drawn back instantly to the aching wet hole between your legs. You start to buck your hips again, grinding your sensitive opening against his hard shaft, clenching wetly against him and moaning urgently. “Please—” you breathe. “I want—” But you can’t get the words out.
“You want this inside you?” he asks, voice husky and teasing. He grips his cock and presses it against your stomach, so you can see just how far into you it’ll go.
“Yes,” you whine, “please, please.”
“It’s going to hurt,” he warns you in that same teasing voice. You tell him that you don’t care, that you feel so empty, that you need him to fuck your wet little cunt. Supporting you with his big hands, he helps you scramble around in his lap so that you’re facing him. He takes your chin in his fingers and gently forces you to look into his golden eyes. “Slowly, angel,” he purrs, as he presses the thick tip of his cock against your entrance. You wiggle your hips, teasing your wet lips against the head and feeling it catch against your hole. You’re so slick that the head pops in with almost no trouble, and you groan with immediate relief as you feel your aching cunt stretching around him. “Oh fuck, fuck it feels good,” you whine, pressing closer to him, feeling his big hands gripping you tight as you start to rabbit your hips, fucking yourself on the tip of his cock, legs shaking, sinking down inch by agonizing inch, making yourself more and more desperate until you roughly force yourself all the way down. You’re shocked by the sudden sharp pain, so shocked that tears spring to your eyes. In your current state it’s just as intense as the pleasure was.
He pulls you tightly against his body, holding you completely still in his lap and tenderly stroking your back while you whimper against his chest. Even his wings circle around you, warm and soft against your skin, cocooning you against his large, strong body. His voice is a low, soothing murmur. “It’s alright, you’re alright. Don’t cry, angel. The worst has passed.” He holds you like that for a long time, gently soothing you while your body adjusts to the painful intrusion. Finally, you pull away from his warm chest to wipe tears from your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed.
“No,” he says, gently cupping your face. “None of that.” A grin quirks up the corners of his lips. “I shouldn’t have let you take me so roughly.”
“I thought I could handle it,” you say, with a watery laugh.
“So brave,” he teases, stroking the sides of your face, brushing stray tears from your cheeks. “Tell me something, little virgin. Do you ever touch yourself at night?”
“Sometimes,” you admit.
“Do you make yourself cum?” His voice has fallen into a low purr. His fingers have moved to your back, tracing idle patterns against your skin, and sending a pleasant shiver through you. “Yes…” you whisper. You’re suddenly very aware of his entire cock stuffed inside of you, all the way to the hilt, your swollen lips pressed flush against his pelvis. The pain is starting to fade, replaced by a fuzzy aching warmth running through your whole cunt. You move your hips, experimentally, and you wince when another twinge of pain shoots through you. He laughs softly, idly stroking you with his warm hands.
“Gently,” he insists. “There’s no rush.” His thumb finds its way to your collarbone again, softly stroking, and then lower, gently kneading your chest. As he toys with your nipples, you can feel yourself getting, impossibly, wetter. His other hand is resting on your hip, and while his warm fingertips idly stroke the skin of your lower back, his thumb traces a soft line down the center of your belly, down between your legs.
“Your poor little cunt,” he teases, as he circles your clit with his thumb. “Does it still hurt?”
You can’t speak, but you shake your head back and forth. Your eyes are shut, mouth hanging open, all of your attention on the feeling of his thumb on your clit, teasing and stroking you, drawing soft whimpering moans out of you that make his thick cock twitch inside you. You can feel yourself clenching around his whole long length, holding onto him so tight, feeling your walls shifting around his cock as you start to move your hips, urgently trying to press yourself into his touch.
“Does that feel good, angel?” he asks, practically purring with approval. Yes, you moan to him, yes, yes, it feels so good. Everything feels so fucking good—his big warm hands on your body, his cock stuffed inside your swollen pussy, his thumb playing with your sensitive little clit, everything flooding your brain with pleasure. You buck your hips faster, needing more of him, needing his cock deeper. Feeling this good should have had you cumming by now but the drugs you took are changing the way your body responds. The feeling goes on and on with no release, right on the edge for so many swipes of his thumb over your clit, for so many strokes of your hips as you bounce in his lap and ride his cock. “Fuck, oh fuck, please,” you whine, “please, I wanna cum, I wanna to cum.” “You wanna cum?” he asks, teasing. “You want me to make you cum?” Yes, yes, please, you beg, mouth open and whining against his chest as you frantically bounce up and down on his cock. He grabs your hips with both hands and starts to thrust up into you, hard and fast, pounding his cock into your pussy, slamming into your g-spot. Yes, yes, you’re getting so close. You’re gonna cum, he’s gonna make you cum.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your mouth is open on a long yelling moan, and your hips are jerking and stuttering in his lap, and your pussy is throbbing and squeezing all over his cock. His hands are gripping your hips and his lips are against your ear, tell you how good you’re doing, how you’re cumming for him so well, and then he’s whispering something in a language you don’t understand, rhythmic and rehearsed like a prayer. His cock is huge and twitching inside you and you can tell that he’s about to cum.
“Cum in me,” you beg, moaning the words through your orgasm, “cum in me, cum in me, cum in me.” “Yes, yes, yes,” he tells you, urgently, fucking you so hard and fast, and then he slams you down hard on his cock, groaning and jerking his hips as he pumps you full of load after load of his warm thick cum. It goes on for so long, both of you cumming and moaning and rocking against each other, and you get so light-headed that you see stars. Actually you think you sort of pass out after that. All you can remember are a series of warm, hazy impressions: The warmth of his chest against your cheek in the cool air of the room. The sore wet scrape of his cock sliding out of you. The feeling of his large warm mouth, pressed in a kiss across your palm and fingers.
Next thing you know, you’re lying on a cot in a small gray room. You recognize it as the preparation room where you first undressed and drank the drugged wine.
Rifling through a nearby desk is an extremely old woman. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she says in her crackling old voice. She holds each of your eyes open to inspect your pupils and asks how your “hoo-ha” is feeling in a jovial, unembarrassed way. You haltingly ask her how you did in the ritual, if it was completed.
“Oh yes, you did splendidly, dear,” she says, holding your wrist up to check your pulse. “They’ve said it went quite well, quite successful.”
You sit up in the little bed, and as you do, you notice that there is a small, intricate black mark in the palm of your hand, like a tattoo. You stare at it for several moments. The old woman notices, and when she sees what you’re staring at, she cackles quite merrily.
“So he’s marked you, has he? Haven’t seen that in quite some time. It means he’ll be wanting to see you again.”
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