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lilpetfae · 7 months

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Cw: fluff sibcest sibcon

Waking up n big sis isn't in bed like she was when you fell asleep. Going to search for her, knowing she's probably in her gaming room giving her stupid friends the attention you deserve. Creaking open her door she's relaxing in her chair just chatting on discord. Not even gaming! Just in discord talking n laughing when she should be snuggling you and sleeping !😤 She doesn't notice you until you're in her camera view and she tilts her head to look over you, moving over of her headphones away from her ear. "Heey, what're you doing up little fox, you're supposed to be asleep?"

Your eyes are all glossy n sleepy n looking like you'll burst into tears at any moment. "I woke up n you weren't there n I got scared" you say, wiping the not yet existent tears from your face. "Ohhh I'm so sorry sweetie cmere. Come sit in my lap little one." Climbing into her lap sideways, legs dangling off the arm of the chair, head nuzzled against her chest n her free hand finding it's way in your hair. You hear her friends talking about how cute n needy you are. Feeling your face heat up you borrow your vision as close into her chest as you can, both of her breasts squishing your cheeks slightly. "It's okay baby. Big sisters right here, you can stay here n fall asleep. But-" she says leaning her chair back a little further. Keeping you tight again her, lifting you ass n sliding into your cunt with entirely too much ease, springing a long whine and cries from your lips as you cling to her.

"But you have to let me warm in you mkay runt?"

You nod, unable to say anything through the whining from being filled.

"That's my good girl, now get some rest. I love you" she closes with a kiss, gently rocking back n forth, while you drift off, big sister knot throbbing every soft often in time with her heartbeat lulling you back to sleep.

#bd/sm pet #siscon #brocon #sister x brother #sister #nsft short story #cw #sibcon #sibcest #trans sibcest

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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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beautiful, you want my strap in you? then, go on, sit on that dildo and prove to me you can take it. yes, you heard me. you think you’re getting this strap without proving to me you can take it? sit yourself on your toy and fuck yourself on it to show me. c’mon, baby, turn around and raise yourself over the toy. just flick it over your cunt for me, let the tip get wet with that mess you’ve made for me. when you’re ready, sink down on it and show me how you take it. there you go, baby, you’re doing beautifully for me. fuck, just watch how that toy sinks inch by inch into your pretty hole. it’s so thick and big, baby, and you take it so well for me. look at how that ass bounces for me, how your cunt stretches so fucking wide over that toy of yours. arch your back, darling, do it for me and give me a show to get off to. awe, look at your pussy - is it fitting a cock so big just for me? yeah, baby? oh, you’re just making the sweetest noises right now. how can I not rub my clit to them? all your little, soft cries and moans are music to my ears. you’re embarrassed to be fucking yourself for me? you want my dick in you, don’t you? then, be good and show me how well you can take it. in fact, why don’t you turn around for me? hold yourself up, brace your legs wide on either side of the toy, now start bouncing on it again, princess. there you go, bounce on that dick, okay? look at how your pretty nipples get so hard at the sight of me staring at you, how your tits gently move as you fuck yourself so needily. I see how you bite your lip, precious, how you toss your head back in pleasure. you like being the centre of attention, don’t you? the only thing my eyes are trained on, the only thing I can fuck myself to. I can imagine the only thing you’d like more is for me to push you on the bad, and fuck you with that toy myself, thrusting it in and out until you come for me. but, not yet. you still have a bit more to show me.

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titty-princess79 · 2 months

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Hii 💞

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queerism1969 · 4 months

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b0y0rgy · 3 months

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oughj virgins experimenting with each other

learning how to kiss with fumbling, groping hands, giggling into each others mouths

one accidentally grasping too hard at a sliver of exposed skin just to be met with the prettiest sound theyve ever heard

both embarrassed at finishing sooner than they expected, overstimming even though its way too much way too soon just so they can feel good together for a little while longer

#queer nsft #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #intersex nsft #nsft #long story short i need more pretty inexperienced boys to play with

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storytimewriting · 24 days

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More Than Fucking

“Fucking” is too vulgar for what we do, But I don’t want to call it making love When I haven’t yet said that to you.

I could pretend it doesn’t affect me But I’m not sure it would be believable When you touch me so intensely.

You treat my body as a temple. You make me want to worship you- The way you have me shake and tremble.

I’ve never considered myself religious, But when I’m on my knees before you My emotions are prodigious.

While it’s too soon to call this what it feels, Just know I’ll never call it fucking- What we do is far too real.

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samlacy · 11 months

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Hii, another story, but this one is way shorter since!

Steve rogers x male reader

contains : nsft, soft steve rogers, sad male reader, size difference, insecurities, loving words, marking, not proof read sorry!, soft, fluff

words : 453

TALL BABY

You are Steve's tall baby. Even if Steve rogers was 6'0, you managed to pass him by being 6'4. Not gonna lie, you were pretty insecure about it since the stereotypical bottoms were way shorter than their tops. Whenever you had those thoughts, steve reassured you with those sweet words he would always say, that your height doesn't say how incredable you were to him.

After all, no matter the size difference, he was able to make you feel small under him whenever y'all had the sub/dom play. Sometimes you wondered how you even deserve him? He is so precious and takes care of you so well. The thoughts only killed you more, not only you felt too manly to be a bottom, but also felt so selfish.

Tears were so close to spill out of your eyes, but suddenly a big light flashed your eyes. The door of the dark bedroom opened as the light outside made room in it. A shadow was standing in front, not sure where it looked at.

"God, what are you doing in this pitch black room? Plus.. are you crying?", the voice spoke, it was steve's voice. Smooth and warm. It was straight up caressing your back and played with your hair as it hugged you tightly. That's how Steve's amazing voice felt.

"Huh?", you asked confused, you didn't even realize the tears started spilling out more and more. God you needed him so bad, but felt so selfish. Does he even feel pleasured with you?

Steve comes closer as he settles himself in front of you. He was bending down a little to wipe your tears away and pull your head to his chest. The warmness on your wet cheeks made you feel a little better. A hug. A hug was what you needed the most.

Right after Steve shh'ed you and pulled your lips to his. His tongue was eating your mouth out. The kiss felt so good you, it was almost like you were on cloud nine. His presence, everything is so nice.

A push on the bed was everything you needed to pull yourself back more and lay straight down on the bed. The kiss broke, but instead of it, he lifted your shirt up till your chest hit the cold air and started sucking bruises around your nipples. You moaned and whimpered at the pain.

"I will make you feel so good, darling. Just relax and let me take care of you", the tears felt like spilling again, but you held them back again. He was so sweet. Your bad mood just disappeared in thin air. Now you were focused on his pleasing sucking skills.

And his fucking skills later on.

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jessica-leatherman · 6 months

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Now that ive gotten your attention to this matter.....Tails from the FORE SQUARE book series.

What DID Bert Cola of Wichita, Kansas do to Rose Manleather? And what did he and his self entitled rich family do to cover up his crime?

What motivated the Canadian Pop Princess, Dirty Gertie and former Nerve Company CEO, Slimon to involve themselves in aiding the criminal cover up?

Why did those women intimidate and help scare Rose Manleather into further seclusion and silence?

Can you the reader help solve this mystery?

The fiction book series is available on Amazon amd the 5th book will be released in full on January 29th, 2024-Kansas Day

Thak you for reading

More FREE HIDDEN stories on the writers Instagram ProFile jessica_leatherman

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fleshweavers · 8 months

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recently been obsessed with the idea of a recently turned transmasc werewolf and their slightly older, more experienced (also transmasc) wolf mentor. the poor pup confused and anxious about how his body is changing, and the wolf gently guiding him through it. the pup seeing himself get hairier, stronger, his smell changing, feeling his teeth get sharper and his senses more acute... and the wolf telling him you're becoming like me, it's alright, don't try to resist it, we're meant to be this way.... helping him through his first full moon, taking him to run wild through the forest together, but still making sure not to go too fast so the pup can adjust to all the smells and sounds of the night... explaining to him what heat will be like, and, of course when it gets here the wolf helps him through it.... always gentle and kind with him but still taking every opportunity to remind the pup he's still so much smaller and weaker than his wolf..... knotted tdicks that get huge and thick when they transform.... mnngmfm

#bark bark #t4t nsft #pup.play #monsters #i should write this out properly as a short story or smth #sorry i just got back on birth control after like two weeks of having run out and its doing something to me god damn #werewolf nsft #pup & wolf

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xirldick · 2 years

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i think a lot about vampire subs. like fucking a vampire who's so fucking hungry and desperate but they aren't allowed to feed until you tell them so. normally they could snap you like a twig but they wanna be good for you so bad. edging them until theyre desperate to cum and to feed, just whining nonsensically as they mouth at your neck with their fangs just barely above the skin, trying so hard to hold back they tear up. mocking them for supposedly being so terrifying and powerful but they are crying and begging just for the privilege of drinking from you. and then when you finally tell let them bite down you fuck into them hard and they cum as they drink from you, moaning uncontrollably, and you watch as your blood literally fills their body and makes them flush so prettily. so yeah we need more vampire subs please

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hemipenal-system · 9 months

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The young duchess cries quietly, halfheartedly struggling in the dragon's claws. Held tight against the belly, she can hear the agonized cries of her soon-to-be-former fiancé through her captor's thick scales.

The dragon raises her head and spits a blood-splattered crown across the room, watching it as it rolls across the cut stone tiles before clattering to the ground. She dips her snout back down and gently licks the tears from the woman's blackened cheek.

You're safe now, my love.

#monster fucker #terato #fantasy nsft #dragon #v0re #v0re blog #vore tw #dragon vore #hard vore #fatal vore #unwilling prey #short story #really shortest story #wlw post #wlw love #tw abuse

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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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the way I'm nearly aching to have someone ride my strap shyly. feel their thighs rub against my legs, their breasts rubbing against mine, the cute, stiff tips of their nipples brushing my skin and sending them into a fumbling mess of moans and whines. watch how their mouth stretches open as they slowly sink onto the toy, and how it makes their way into their cunt, slowly and gently pushing apart the lips of their pussy until it’s fully lodged in. want to see how they wiggle their hips softly, adjusting to the size, relishing in how it fills them up so good and makes their hole feel so, so tight. want them biting their lip, lashes fluttering as my thumbs stroke their hips, quiet moans leaving their lips as their body jerks forward in the need to move. I want to see how they grip my shoulders, sinking their nails into my skin and leaving marks as they breath heavily, lips wet and so tempting for me to latch my teeth on and tug gently. maybe see how they drip when I tug both their nipples, blushing and turning red when a loud noise leaves their lips. see how their breath hitches when I whisper against their lips how they need to beg for me to move. hear the hesitation in their voice as they start whispering slow and tentative begs. the moan they release when I thrust into them as a reward for a good start. see how they groan at the loss of movement when I only move my hips up once, and how their begs get louder and more desperate, until they’re practically begging to get pounded. want to see how their hips sway when I give them permission to ride me, how they gently bounce, pleasured cries leaving their lips as I watch them go. how they smile shyly when I tell them how good they look, taking what they want. how with time, their movements become more measured and confident, my praise urging them to move faster and harder until their ass is smacking my thighs with each bounce. how they moan and whine when I hold them close to me and begin snapping my hips up, their arms tight around my back, latching on and scratching as my cock slides in and out. see how they slowly become incoherent in their noises, only letting out words when it’s to let them come and have my come inside them. want to see how their voice raises in volume when I ask them to go louder, until it’s ringing through the room. want to see how they take my cock like it belongs to them, and come hard on it, head tossing back as they clench down, knowing how much they deserve this pleasure.

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animalgenderbodypart · 4 months

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Doctors Appointment

Clara has an appointment with a ver popular, very unorthodox hypno-therapist to solve her sleep issues

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She clicked her fingers on the dark, wooden table in front of her. It was a satifsying sound, and her patience was running thin at the waiting time.

Dr. Bradshaw was a well known spychiatrist, and she had been on the list to see him for months. Everyone she'd talked to had raved about how much their lives had improved after seeing them; addictions overcome, insomnia fixed, stress and anxiety all but vanished! It almost sounded too good to Clara, but the sleepless nights were starting to ware at her.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from his office and bid farewell to a woman she didn't know, then beckoned her to follow inside.

The room was inviting, warm brown bookshelves and a red velvet sitting couch with accompanying chair. She layed on the couch, and Dr. Bradshaw took up his seat beside her, looking her over with his soft Hazel eyes.

"Miss Finnigan. Over the phone we spoke of you having issues sleeping, is that correct?" His voice was so deep and kind, it rumbled over her and she relaxed into the plush couch.

"Y-yes," she'd explained this a thousand times, but thusfar nothing had made it easier to get to sleep. "Ever since I lost my fiancè, i haven't been able to get to sleep. I toss and turn and imagine what I could have done differently, but I'm hardly getting 3 hours a night. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

She felt that lump in her throat and took a shaky breath. He put a hand to her arm and let her collect herself before speaking.

"That sounds awful Clara, I'm sorry. Let's try to get to the bottom of this, shall we? I can see that you're distressed, and I want you to sleep." His rumbling voice drifted through her mind, and she started to relax again.

"Imagine now that you're trying to sleep. Relax your muscles and your mind, just let yourself start to drift. Don't think about him. Think about letting yourself relax,"

She tried to focus on his words, to not think about Michael, but it was hard, and she scrunched her face in discomfort.

"Now now, don't think about all those things," his hand was on her arm again, warm and comforting. "Let my words think for you, let yourself relax into the chair.

Let your arms and legs feel like lead on that plush fabric, let your mind empty itself at my words. Let my voice fill your mind and-"

He snapped his fingers beside her ear.

"Drop. Deeper and deeper down, feel yourself sink into nothing. Your mind is empty and you. Are. Mine."

Her breathing was slow and even, she was essentially out cold. Perfect. He continued;

"Good girl. When you're in this deep state of trance, you will do exactly as I say. My word is law, and following commands is as natural as breathing. Do you understand? Say 'yes master' if you understand."

"Yes master..." her voice came soft and doughy, her eyes barely still open.

"Good girl. Whenever you wake from trance, you will have a week of restful sleep, not remembering what we did in our session. After that you will crave to come back, your problems will return and you will need to see me again to help it. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" her complete and total trance made him excited, her sleep deprivation made her even easier than the others had been.

"Being in trance is so easy, and it feels so good. You love being under my spell, you love it so much that you feel the need to show your appreciation." He was starting to feel hot, watching her placid face and slow, methodical breathing.

"Following my commands makes you feel Pleasure. You're a good girl who needs to Please and to be Pleased. My words of encouragement make you start to feel hot; you're a little slut, and will do exactly as I say to Please me."

"Yes, master" it came out almost as a moan.

"Good girl. You're going to open your mouth up for me and suck." He hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his twitching cock from the slacks.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, it took all of the doctor's strength to go slowly and not slam into her throat. Soon enough he started to pump and she took it eagerly, swirling her tongue around and sucking like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"Good girl," he grunted, suffing her face full with himself. "You love being my little toy, my vacant little fuckdoll. You need Daddy to use you, don't you? You vapid slut, getting so wet when I degrade you." He pulled out of her mouth just in time to stop himself from letting go inside her, eager to get to the main event.

"Now, when I wake you up, you won't remember any of this," he whispered into her ear. She was panting heavily now. "When you're under my control, you are a bitch in heat. When you leave my office, you are your normal self."

"Please Daddy, give me more" was her only reply, her hips bucking ever so slightly up toward him.

It was too much to resist, and he pulled her panties aside to slide into her hungry cunt. The feeling was electric and he started to pound into her ferociously. When her panting turned into moans, he clamped a hand over her mouth,

"You will be silent while I have my way with you." She nodded, going quiet as he continued to rail her. "You will find the pleasure overwhelming, but will be unable to cum unless I do."

Her vacant expression of pleasure and her perfect body getting rocked by him eventually sent Dr. Bradshaw over the edge. He ground to halt, groaning as he filled the young woman with his thick seed.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed, breathing heavily but miraculously, remaining hushed the whole time.

"There's a good girl. You're so good for me, you're going to come back in a week for more, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily, riding the hormonal high of being bred by a virtual stranger.

He layed her back out on the couch and fixed her clothes the best he could before straightening himself up. He planted extra trigger phrases into Clara, before waking her up and assuring her that she had just drifted off to sleep during their session. She left thag day totally satisfied, and would definitely keep coming back.

#Story #hypnok1nk #hypno story #mind conditioning #short one #doctor nsft #nsft #straight nsft #smutty smut smut

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brunette-crisis · 5 months

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Content Warning: 18+ Smut, CNC R*pe, Corruption, Brainwashing

Chapter 4: Never Satisfied

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The young man wouldn’t stop babbling as he undid his pants. He was going on and on about how he had been thinking about you all day and how grateful he was to have a warm hole to feel good in. It really was pathetic how he fumbled to pull out his cock.

At the sight of it, your brands reignite to life and the Shadow’s laughter booms in your head. The burning intensifies and become rivers of heat under your skin. The young man doesn’t notice you weeping as he pushes into your warm waiting hole. Perhaps if he was more experienced he would question the warmth of the brands, the ease of his defilement of your sacred hole, and the absurdity of taking someone in the corner of a library for the second time that day.

Once his bulging head pushes past your entrance none of that matters anymore. All that matters is his warmth, his thrusts, and his head pushing against your insides. The brands seem to flash with a grateful and satisfied pulse before beginning to vibrate warmly. The man is a blubbering mess. The vibration and warmth he must be experiencing was too much. No human was meant to feel all these things at once.

The man pumps in and out as his eyes glazed over. His lips move but are wordless. He was so talkative as he approached and pressed his way inside your tight hole, but now it’s like he was like one possessed. The Shadow’s chuckle returned to your ears as his familiar darkness began pressing at your lips insistently. “Well you’re only HALF right.”

The Shadow’s warmth floods your mouth just as you feel the man’s pathetic and frantic thrusts. The Shadow immediately matches his tempo, forcing himself deep down your throat. By now it’s a familiar warmth, hardly difficult for you to handle now that you anticipate its thrusts.

The man begins to whimper as his rapid thrusts slow. Is he seriously done already? Wait. When had that thought entered your mind? It wasn’t his fault. He was actually being quite accommodating to your new life.

As if in response to your internal disdain the man’s cock hardened again at your entrance. Forcing his weight on you, you are pushed on your back against the windowsill of your nook. His cock hardens against the seed dripping from your hole. He grunts and thrusts himself in. Testing.

The Shadow’s darkness continues to pump in and out of your mouth, lingering at the back of your throat, effectively choking you. At the same time, the young man thrusts with the endurance and vigor of a young man playing with a perfect cock sleeve for the first time. The brands complement their thrusts, warming and soothing your aching holes. Silently you thank your brands for their warmth and comfort. In this new confusing world they have become your anchor to sanity. The brands pulse in understanding and…apology? The man’s moans return and he begins to babble incoherently about how sweet and tight your little hole is. How the warmth and vibration would make him a slave to your holes. How ironic.

The overstimulation has you weak and floaty. With hindsight you should have felt more concerned about how easy it was for this man to take you. But was it really that awful? The new rules. You needed seed. At least this man was giving it up willingly for you.

The Shadow mocks how pathetic you become when his darkness fills you. And how quickly you are letting strangers violate your most precious and intimate parts. You don’t care. The brands burn with urgency. They need more. More holes needed to be filled. But you only had so many. You begin to beg for release. The Shadow coos at your begging, laughs, and continues to force itself down your throat.

The man finishes again and this time he slumps to the floor next to you. Quickly. Too quickly. He hadn’t even enjoyed the final few thrusts into your waiting hole. You might have even cleaned his cock off when he was done, he did a pretty good job after all. And you feel nothing.

Your cloths have returned, The Shadow slipping from your mouth as easily as it entered. The seed of the man absorbed by your brands, but are still pulsing with need. You check on the man’s slumped form and realize with horror the man is dead. His eyes are jet black and his has a gentle half smile on his face. Like a man who…well a man who just had a life sucked out of him.

The Shadow cackles in morbid delight and you feel a sinking pit of emptiness fill your stomach. With horrific realization, you notice that you are more frustrated at your lack of release than the loss of life. What did you care? You didn’t know this man. If he couldn’t satisfy you he deserved death.

You sink to your knees. This isn’t you. 24 hours ago you would have never considered. But now. With this new life and rules. Did it matter? The Shadow laughs. Now you are beginning to understand. “Go home.” The Shadow orders, “You are mine. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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Thank you for reading. Comments, suggestions, feedback, and requests are welcome.

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pxssyboyares · 3 months

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im so high rn someone should fuck me about it

#i keep wanting to write long story type shit #and then coming uo with these stupid short ones #justyn.txt #personal #mlm nsft #nsft mlm #ftm nsft #nsft ftm #t4t nsft #nsft t4t #ftm bottom #ftm sub

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sad-melted-sapphic · 3 months

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Not me texting them how wet I am and receiving a

"good to know"

Before 10 minutes later getting the most feral message on earth

#men dni #based on a true story #the first time they said to me my brain short circuited #lesbian #lesbian nsft #butch bait #sapphic #femme4masc #femme4butch #lesbian yearning #femme lesbian #sapphic yearning

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