☁️ 18+ ☁️paraphile ☁️zoophile ☁️ Artist | comms open ;3 ☁️ send me dirty stuff and messages <3 ☁️ your ..little.. angel :3 ☁️ exclusive sub !! Don’t expect me to dom or top it makes me uncomfortable <3
Haiii you can call me bunny <33 (or your cute little slut..)
I’m 18+ !
I’m afab and identify as feminine but my gender is unlabelled <3
She/her/they/them/it/its/bun/bunself
Abrosexual (all are welcome <3)
No contact para and zoo >w<
Really only on here to use a toy on my poor little clit while I red some posts…or even better..some DMs and asks hehe..; also here to interact with others <3
Baby me <33 be condescending and gentle..teach me new things and guide me ..if you catch my drift ;3
I’m not actually looking for anything serious !! Just fun, I don’t want a relationship </3
I’ll only send pics if I trust you or want to <3
Do’s:
Non violent r@pe | HUGE clit fetish / kink <3 (tell me in detail how you’ll lick, suckle and tease mine until I cry </3 | pee pee hehe | canines and equines <3 | anybody PLEASE ask and dm me naughty things <3 ruin me <3 | let me call you mommy or daddy <3| nurse me <3 | I’m public use <3 | I feel like this one is v v important !! I loovveee rape threats and being told how bad you wanna rape me HOWEVER I’m still a soft little bunny at the end of the day…I don’t wanna be raped like I’m nothing but pleasure I wanna be raped like you physically can’t not because I’m too cute and all you wanna do is praise me while you do it <333
thinking about going for a swim in the lake and shddenly feeling something slither up my legs, spread them and hold me open. something slimey entering my tight hole, a sucker attaching to my clit and tentacles coming up my body, wrapping around my tits. a desperate monster ramming inside my holes, filling me up with its gooey sticky cum, making me gag on it until it's empty and satisfied
trying to kiss someone as a plushie but i dont really have a mouth in a people person sense so i end up just booping the person i wanna kiss while theyre sitting there like aww you wanna kiss me? hehee and ill just have to wait for them to pick me up and make out with me properly because im too small to do it properly
cw masturbating on call 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt, bzzt.
"Hello?" You groggily turn to lay on your back as you press the phone to your ear, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the fuzziness in your vision disappears. "Zayne?"
His voice sends a pleasant wave of warmth through your bones. "Yes, it's me. Did I wake you, darling?"
A door clicks shut on his end. He must've just gotten home. You squint at the time, noting it's a little past three in the morning.
"No," you lie, grinning lazily when Zayne only scoffs.
The steady, sure stream of a faucet running lets you know he's in the bathroom beginning to wind down for the night. You hum in response to his stories from the day's work, details about upcoming surgeries and how his patients have been. To anyone else, he may as well be reading a shopping list for groceries, but you pick up on his strained tone and the heavy sighs he lets out between anecdotes.
You wait until you're certain he's settled in bed before you make your move. "You've been stressed the entire week. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You're doing everything just right, sweetheart," comes his sweet, soft mumble. "Calling you… I've missed your voice, incredibly so. I couldn't wait to get home."
There's a small smirk playing on your face, knowing exactly what path this conversation is about to go down.
"Careful, doctor," you singsong. "With that tone of yours, it almost sounds like you've been excited about this all day."
He picks up on what you're insinuating immediately, tone shifting to something more husky when he replies. It makes your stomach do a somersault.
"Oh? You wouldn't exactly be wrong to say such a thing, darling. It seems not just me, but my body in its entirety, has been aching for you."
Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectly—Zayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.
And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."
It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.
"Darling, o-ohh... darling. This—this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."
A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "J—just, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need your—mmpff!—big cock!"
The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your vision—
"W-wait, da—oohhh—darling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."
You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo… m'soooooooo close… Zayne, not fair…"
So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shut—loudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.
"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."
"B-but—"
"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."
You'd been acting up all afternoon during his work conference.
Purposely wearing a short sundress, only bending over when you knew he'd catch sight of your underwear riding up your ass. Hand lying on his thigh during presentations, inching so painfully close to his groin and stopping just short of cupping his balls through his slacks.
To say you were getting on his nerves was an understatement.
It all built up on the elevator ride down to the next conference room, after a quick lunch in his office where he surprisingly kept his composure - much to your dismay. So, you took drastic measures.
His hand was slack by his side, not quite touching you though you could tell his fingers were aching to. Wrapping around his wrist, you dragged him carefully under your skirt, letting him feel how wet you were. Your panties now damp from hours of working yourself up.
Wordlessly, you let his wrist go, not surprised when his hand lingered for a moment before dropping back to his side. He didn't so much as glance at you, but you noticed the tick in his jaw as the elevator reached the destined floor. One after another, people filed out.
Just as you moved to slip past Zayne, his fingers caught the mid-section of your ponytail and yanked it hard. You barely swallow the yelp that crawls up your throat, eyes widening a fraction as Zayne doesn't let go. Instead, he steps forward, iron grip still on your hair.
Your scalp stings slightly from where he had tugged, the pain sending a new wave of arousal straight into your abdomen. The doors nearly shut on the two of you before his free hand shot out to stop them. Leaning down in the process, his breath warm as he presses his lips to your ear. Two words were all you needed to hear.
"Behave yourself."
Since we wanna act all crazy n shit mid-day @zaynezone
Zayne gives the most intense orgasms simply because he’s not afraid to get messy- he will literally dig into your hole till he finds the spot he knows houses the bundle of nerves he wants to stimulate for an orgasm that almost knocks you out. And then he’ll brutalise that spot;
The moment he has you spread open- thighs pushed wide, knees nearly to your chest- he sinks two fingers deep in one smooth thrust, searching with the calm focus of a man who has memorized every map of your body. The wet, obscene sound of him working into you is immediate and absolutely lewd. He curls, presses, drags the pads of his fingers along your walls until he finds it: that swollen, spongy spot that makes your spine snap tight and a broken moan rip from your throat.
“There,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, almost clinical. “That’s the one.”
Then he latches on to it.
No amount of begging or scratching will make him relent as he stimulates you incessantly- not the sloppy, cruel fingering popularised by cheap pornography, but in firm, methodical and purposeful movements that bring about the pleasure that drowns the pain of overstimulation, never once loosing their surgical precision even as desire mounts.
He anchors his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down to hold your squirming hips in place while he strokes that bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate drags. Each press-and-rub is firm enough that pleasure borders on pain, slow enough that you feel every ridge of his rough fingertips, the rough texture of his surgeon's callouses. The pressure builds like a storm gathering behind your eyes. Your walls flutter and clamp around him, but he doesn’t slow. He simply adjusts the angle and keeps going, relentless.
You buck. You claw at his wrist, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Zayne-fuck!!... too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice is calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers piston against that spot with an almost sadistic flair. “Breathe through it. Let it take you.”
The overstimulation burns, white-hot and overwhelming, but beneath it the pleasure is molten. It drowns everything. Your thighs shake violently. Slick gushes around his knuckles, dripping down to soak the sheets, coating his palm, running down his forearm in shiny trails.
He doesn’t care.
He never flinches from the mess. If anything, the wetter and filthier you get, the darker his eyes become, mouth open as he wonders just how can you drip so much just from his fingers.
A third finger joins the first two. The stretch is sudden and perfect. He curls all three against that spot in tight, rhythmic presses- almost like he’s milking it- and your vision whites out.
The orgasm crashes into you so hard your back arches clean off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat. Your walls spasm violently around his fingers, but Zayne doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking, firm and steady, dragging every last pulse out of you until you’re sobbing, shaking, gushing helplessly on his hand.
Only when your voice cracks into a wrecked whimper does he finally ease off- just enough to let you breathe, never fully pulling out. His fingers stay buried deep, gently petting your fluttering walls while you twitch and leak on him.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear to plant a fluttering kiss that seems more mocking than soothing, voice rough with restrained lust.
“So good for me...see? I told you you'd like it." he says before straightening up. "But that was only the first one. I’m nowhere near done finding out how many times I can make you break tonight.”
He smiles, and you shudder, your legs falling open helplessly even though you have no energy left.
"Is that...new?" Zayne ask while staring at you. Well, in particular, he's staring at your legs. You glance down and the reasoning dawns on you.
"What, the skirt? Yeah! Do you like it?" You do a spin for him, smoothing down the fabric. He still hasn't looked up to your face.
"...I do. It's very pretty." He swallows thickly, adjusting his tie slightly. You've seen that look before, which is exactly why you step closer with a grin.
"It's a really soft fabric. Do you wanna feel?" You stop beside his chair, leaning against the desk. His gaze drops once more, trailing from your knee high socks to the mini skirt brushing your mid thigh.
Hesitantly, his hand comes up, the backs of his fingers skimming your leg before taking the edge of the fabric between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Soft." He notes, not letting go. Your smile grows as you move closer, taking his wrist and guiding it closer.
"I have another...surprise for you." You murmur as his fingers skim the inside of your thigh before eventually reaching their destination. His brows raise, looking at you in surprise.
"No underwear?"
"Mhm. You're more predictable than you think, Dr. Zayne." You tease, though it drops when the pads of his fingers brush your clit. He pulls you into his lap in one swift motion, movements never wavering.
"Z-Zayne..." You murmur, grinding against his hand as two lithe fingers slip inside you slowly. His hand grips your hip, aiding in the motion as you rock against him.
"Keep going for me, love." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, sucking a small mark there. Your hips move on their own, chasing your high as his palm grinds into your clit and makes you gasp.
You cum hard, nearly collapsing into him. He eases his fingers out of you, and you watch through half lidded eyes as he cleans them off with his tongue, humming in satisfaction as if tasting a dessert.
You knew Zayne worked out very intensely. Hell, you reaped the benefits of his intensive stamina exercises nearly nightly.
But you didn't know he ended up...like this.
"Hi." He pants, still out of breath as he pours himself a glass of water, immediately downing it as you gape at him. His hair is pushed back, drenched in sweat, as is the rest of him. His usual white long sleeve somehow clings tighter, and has gone nearly translucent. His abs are clear through the fabric, forcing you to wonder if he'd caused any car crashes running near the road.
You need his dick in your mouth right now.
He makes a noise of surprise when you sink to your knees, uncaring about how the cold tile will definitely leave bruises. You're simply too preoccupied with pulling down his shorts and laving your tongue along his balls.
"You don't w-want to wait till after I've showered?" He's not complaining, given the way he grips the counter and leans back to give you better access. You shake your head, swirling your tongue around his tip to taste the salty precum and nearly moaning.
"You're insatiable." He gasps, as if he hadn't eaten you out three times this morning just for looking pretty while you sleep.
"You love it." You mumble as his cock gets harder in your mouth. You hadn't bothered to work him up, too desperate to wait that long. But now that he's hard enough, your goal is clear. You need him to cum.
"I'm-fuck!" He gasps as his cum shoots down your throat, whimpering when your moan at the taste over stimulates him. You take your time pulling off, cleaning every drop off his cock. When you're done, you look at him through your lashes with a satisfied grin.
𝟅ϱ sum. zayne and sylus makes out over your clit! cw : mdni, threesōmes, oral ( f! receiving), age gap, repost.
if someone were to tell you soon that you would meet the love of your life and have ballistic sex every other day, you’d be delighted. but if they were to mention that his equally hot best friend would some day join, you’d laugh it off, thinking the whole thing is a joke.
except that it’s not, and the impossible became entirely possible.
your composure withers away the more their tongues work in tandem to drive you mad. your trembling thighs are stretched to the point where a sweet heat mixes with the pleasure below, spread enough to fit two uncanny tall and buff men. the expensive lingerie you wore is unceremoniously ripped and shoved over the soft expanse of your chest while your hands cling onto the rich material for purpose, listening to their orders to not let go. the more and more they suckle on your excited pussy, the more you feel your soul might be vacuumed away along with your orgasm, as nothing in the world can lift them from their last meal— being your pussy, that is.
“ if i knew you tasted this good, maybe i would’ve begged zayne a long time ago.” sylus voice richly chuckles; he trickles his wet tongue down to give your spasming hole the feeling of his wet muscle wiggling between your warm walls, red eyes flickering between the sight of your lewd facial expressions and the teasing kitten licks zayne gives to your hardened clit. he moans softly when the taste of your syrupy arousal hits his starving tastebuds, a deep feeling of content rises in his chest after being able to indulge in the meal he was starved from for so long. “ fuck… taste even better than i expected.”
this whole thing felt like a fever dream, your older boyfriend and his equally older friend wringing you dry. it was no hidden fact that sylus was very handsome; your eyes would linger on him plenty of times whenever he’d be around zayne, but you didn’t think your attraction would be that obvious to him… or to zayne either.
“ my love, don’t be shy about the new pair of eyes we have; tell us how it feels, yeah?” zayne inquires, hazel-green eyes soaking up your reactions. every shudder or subtle twitch of your hips is noticed by the observant doctor. the pleasure is painfully euphoric— if you thought one mouth on you could be overwhelmingly delightful, you don’t know what to categorize the pleasure of two. he mumbles something to sylus, possibly a soft praise while giving your begging clit a long particular suckle, sending blinding waves of hot bliss to your fluttering hole that happily pulses around the erotic intruder inside your gummy walls. “ do you feel it? when i suck her clit like this, she spasms. not too long from now she’ll be begging us to come; it’s up to you what you decide to do from now on.”
“ w-what? don’ tease me like this, please! i wanna cuuum!”
“ since it’s our first time meeting, i have to leave a lasting impression, don’t i, doctor zayne?” the white haired man devilishly chuckles against your sickened folds, vibrating the sensitive flesh with the deep rumble from his chest. the hollow sound he produces from slurping at your empty hole makes you briefly wish that their fingers or cock were deeply snug inside of you. he pulls back from your begging cunt, with thick strings of honeyed arousal connecting his lips to your flesh, before snapping back. his pupils are dilated, as if he were a shark that had finally lured his prey into a trap. numbly, you roll your head down, immediately making risqué eye contact with the two men, silently giving them your best pleading eyes. “ our kitten can come; ‘m also curious about how much she can take.”
leave it to the shady man to make his words sound as if you were signing a contract with the devil. despite being the once shy girl who would always make bashful eye contact, the girl who once barely spoke unless spoken to first has her pleasure laying in the palm of his hands— and will soon bless him with a sight that a virgin would pay millions to see.
his mouth accompanies zayne’s back onto your clit, rolling the stiffened bud obscenely while your eyes fight over whom to keep contact with, both gazes making it feel as if you were pinned under weighted lewdness. you feel pangs of indecent energy flush your body hot, along with the pads of zayne’s two fingers grazing your leaking slit before finally dipping the extended length into your gushing walls. your mouth is far beyond open; the lack of words is replaced by your vulgar moans as your body violently lurches forward with the threat of your orgasm teetering close. “ z-zayne… sylus! ‘m gonna… cum!”
“ don’t deny us a good show, darling.” their tongue lewdly dances over your inviting clit, putting a trance on you with the way they work together so well to throw you over the edge and beyond. their wet muscles brush against each other, before sylus turns his head slightly to softly kiss the side of zayne’s tongue, and, non-shockingly, that was your end.
“ o-oh… my goooood!” your voice trails off into a raspy screech as your orgasm violently washes over you, causing your back to arch intensely while your eyes roll far into the back of your head. seconds feel like an eternity to you as the men between your legs refuses to back off until you are predictably scrambling away, begging to catch your breath— as if you can even make it that far. you come back down to earth with your back bouncing back against the soft cushion; that is when they decide to let your overstimulated body have a small cooldown.
unbeknownst to you, zayne plunges his fingers soaked with your slick into slyus’s hot, awaiting mouth, watching with profound interest how the bigger man between you both readily takes his fingers in, maintaining eye contact while happily slurping the digits into his mouth. “ looks like i’ll have my hands full tonight.”
you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not only talking about you.
Zayne randomly checking your vitals. You’ll simply be sitting on the couch reading and he’ll sit beside you and reach for your wrist. Gently, he’ll press his fingers to your wrist and count your pulse.
You set the book down and give him a look.
“Umm what are you doing?”
“Just ensuring that your health remains the same as before.”
“You’re off the clock doctor, you’re my boyfriend right now.”
He turns to look at you seriously, “as your boyfriend my responsibilities are the same, I simply get the added bonus of touching and kissing you.”
You blink at him for a moment and let out an amused huff. “Okay boyfriend Zayne, how’s my health?”
“One moment, may I take your blood pressure” He’s completely serious when he pulls the equipment out. You give him an incredulous look. Well at least you have nothing to worry about when it comes to your well being.
"women don't have a refractory period after orgasm. which would imply that there isn't an established maximum number of orgasms a woman can have in one session." you explain.
"makes one wonder what it's like for men, no?"
he exhales through his nose, taking his glasses off. “I must ask,” lips twitching to suppress a fond smile. “where you’re sourcing these facts.”
how you get to the bedroom afterward is just a blurry mess of tongue and teeth and spit.
What part of you hadn’t fucked his still-hard cock? He was well past coherent thought now, senses dulled, pliant. as if drunk.
his thighs twitch as you keep pumping him slow and tight. his forearm drapes over his eyes, mouth parting as pretty sounds spill free.
“we’re at four,” you remind him, generous enough to keep count for him. you doubt he still can.
“h-how long do you plan on—mmh—going?” he drags his arm down just to watch your hand work him.
“till you shoot blanks," you hum, just as affected as him.
The way his length jumps at every touch to his mess-slick tip, cum already frothing thick lewdly at the base, the way his whimpers keep slipping loose—has you pulsing around nothing. zayne’s fingers find your folds, gathering the slick mix of your translucent arousal and his creamy spend as it dribbles down, pooling on the sheets.
his knuckles brush your clit. it makes you jolt and you swat his hand away. his cock jerks hard in your grip. Oh. is he into that?
“don’t distract me,” you murmur, lifting his hand to your mouth instead. You kiss his fingertips, slow.
His gaze goes glassy. you take two of his fingers in, sucking gently. The sound he makes is wrecked. downright sinful—something you've never heard before. his jaw clenches to hold back sounds. still, you bite the tip of his fingers.
and that's all it takes. he lets out a shuddered whimper as thick jets of cum spurt into your hand.
you give him a moment to breathe, to ride out his orgasm, before you straddle him. He opens his mouth to protest but it dies in his throat as soon as your juicy pussy lips rub over his hardening length.
"just one more and then we stop." you promise. seeing his state, he likely wouldn't be able to see the endeavor through. his cock stiffens once you slip it in you.
"your dedication to your work," a lazy smirk plays on his face, hands finding your hips as you begin to move on him. "Is very attractive."
"god—you're way too big," you savour the fullness that comes with being impaled on his perfectly chubby cock. zayne pulls you into a sloppy, messy kiss, his sticky spend stretching in obscene strings against your ass each time you bounce on him, wet plaps filling the room.
"push me—hah!—as far as you want." he murmurs into the kiss, before he lets out a small moan when you keep tightening at his words, gripping his poor, oversensitive dick like a vice.
your pace grows insistent. desperate. his swollen head drags along every ridge of your tight walls so wonderfully that your vision blurs. zayne's lips go lower, placing open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, the curve of your tits, eating up his drying cum.
how can you last long when he's like this? One brush to your clit and you’re breaking, sobbing as you clamp down and milk him for another orgasm. he groans, spilling again.
still, zayne manages to spread your folds apart, watching your hole twitch around him, until his cum creams hot around the stretched rim of you.
his fingers trace it, where your hole pulses around him in the last throes of your release.
"wanna take a picture?" You tease.
part 3 of the FOR SCIENCE series
"no. this sight—" his eyes never leave the place you're joined. "Is for my eyes alone."
You're already slipping into Zayne's lap, pressing your lips to his. He hums in surprise, but returns the kiss with an equal amount of vigor.
"So fucking hot. It's not-not fair." Your motions are near frantic as you pull at his clothes. He helps you, though clearly confused.
"Are you feeling alright?" Zayne presses a hand to your forehead, but you shake him off to leave kisses along the column of his neck.
"I feel fine. You're just-you're so hot. I need you so bad." Your desperation is coming off of you in waves, and Zayne seems to understand what's happening. He helps you out of your clothes, deft fingers tracing your heated skin.
You're doing your best not to rush him. Knowing Zayne, a punishment is always on the table and you think you'd combust if he edged you right now.
"Zayne..." You murmur softly as his hands slide up your waist. Involuntarily, your hips grind against his, feeling his hardness straining against the fabric of his boxers. Clearly, you're not the only one who's desperate.
"You look beautiful like this."
"Yeah yeah I-I know Zayne we can skip the foreplay okay? I-I need it." He chuckles at your words, but obeys without a word.
Your face contorts in relief the moment you sink down on his cock, resting your heated face in his shoulder. For a moment, neither of you move, just basking in the closeness that you so rarely get to savour.
"Do you feel better?" Zayne murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum, still not quite satisfied.
"Well, that depends. Can I decide after three rounds?"
