"My name is Derpy Hooves I'm 30 year old female Pegasus from Ponyville and I love baking muffins and watch a lot of anime." Deanna,Female, 30 years old. I make NSFW audio for women
„Maybe he won’t get mad.” Victor thought to himself while sneaking into Strade’s bedroom.
He realized the bed was empty and then remembered Strade has been busy editing in his room downstairs and is probably already asleep on the couch. He closed the door behind himself and laid under the covers. The bed is soft, warm and smells like him. He starts purring while falling asleep.
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Nothing compared to a nap on the basement couch, lulled to sleep by the hum his PC. But he felt for something more comfortable tonight…
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What was that bump on the bed that took up half the space!? Strade feigned to wonder before quietly slipping under the covers with Victor, stretching and groaning as he pulled his pet close.
this man is the very definition of “I will match your mood”. I think he’s the most “gentle” out of the entire group, especially when he’s conscious of his actions. He won’t push you too hard when you’re tired, but when you’re eager and horny? yeah he’s serving you like his queen.
“Jinu!” you gasp, your cute thighs squeezing his head ever so harder. He offered a quick session before his concert, but he’s already made you cum more than six times by his fingers.
“Yes, my love?” his lips grazed you clit, giving you soft kisses everywhere but where you wanted them. He was teasing you, making you too tired to walk back to being his manager. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, your back against the cold leather of the black sofa.
You moaned, feeling his tongue press flat against your wet pussy. The smell of sex filled the small room, where at any moment anyone could come in. You grab a fist of his hair, nearly gasping;
“If you don’t fuck me with that tongue, I’ll ride it myself—“
A squeak escapes your lips as he grabs your legs, and moves you forward until his nose pokes at your little nub. His eyes narrow, and you feel his smile;
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Romance ! - the worshipper
this man is an absolute flirt and tease, but he loves you so much. he loves having you on his lap as he fucks your trembling pussy, but adores it more when he devours you. it just so happens he likes romantic baths with you and being your personal “massager”.
“Do you like it when I press my fingers here, hm?”
The warm water of the tub swishes silently as you struggle to hold on to the edge. Rose petals litter the water and stick to your bare skin. Only a single kanzashi holds your soaked hair together, a gift by no one other than the man caressing your lower back and swiping your clit effortlessly.
You’re practically arched on the edge of the tub. Your hands hold yourself up on the bottom wall as your ass pokes out of the tub, where Romance licks at your wet flesh.
“Y-yeah,” you moan, feeling his tongue circle around your tight hole, “When are we g-gonna finish? I have to go to work—“
You yelp when he smacks your thigh, growling, “Your work can wait, for now,” he smiles, tension easing, “I think this spot here,” his tongue enters your pussy with a sudden slurp, his jaw practically gnawing at you.
He doesn’t get to finish when you ask, “Y-you’re not gonna eat me like this, right? Wait until—“
Romance laughs, making your cunt flutter;
“Oh, I’m making sure you’re getting massaged inside out, baby.”
Mystery ! - the secret pussy monster
this man got hidden talent and you can’t tell me otherwise. he’s non-chalant outside, doesn’t know you and doesn’t touch you. but the moment you guys are alone, he’s a fuck bunny. he can’t take a second without you; a real passionate lover with surreal skill and knowledge about your body. test him if you want, but you’ll always end up with a cummy mess between your legs.
“Myst—!”
Another moan escapes you, and you instantly cover your mouth. Your sweetly manicured nails dig into your cheek as your teary eyes peek at the crook of light spilling from the door.
Mystery has you against the wall, his large hands holding your legs up as his thumbs open your wet folds. His masterful tongue slurps and fucks your sweet cunt. It’s only five more minutes until his debut, and instead of talking with his demon friends, he chose to eat his darling below the stage.
His tongue flicks your swollen nub as he murmurs, “If you don’t stay quiet little one, then they might come down,”
Your eyes look straight down at the orbs peeking from his overgrown hair as he claws the sweet plush of your legs, “And you know I really don’t like sharing food, don’t you?”
As his sweetly trained human, you nod feverishly, and let your teeth sink into the flesh of your palm. His name is just like his demeanor, an utter mystery. Because next thing you know, you’re cumming just off his words, your orgasm being ridden by his sharp teeth morphing in.
“Yes little one, keep going.”
He sinks his fangs onto the fat of your inner thigh, right at the beat when his name is announced for entry.
Abs ! - the combo daddy
he’s strong and he knows it. he takes pride in his fingering + demon tongue combo. and it doesn’t matter what you wear or where it is, he’s always patting his muscled leg for you to hump on. he only wants his meal warmed up after all.
“Your pussy looks so fucking gorgeous like yesterday,” his words were punctuated with each kiss on your glistening sore folds, “Just so good.”
You kept your legs open, your hands holding the back of your thighs and pushing it towards your tummy. A light jingle came from your anklet, well kind of— it was a chain that kept you tied to your sides. So your hands and feet had to be close together, there was no other way around it.
The gag on your smeared lips smothered every moan and slurry word you’d say, keeping you nice and quiet to Abs. His thick fingers were felt deeply as he curved them up your spongey walls, making a sloppy squishy sound. The demon sucked and made hickies all around your aching pussy, marking his territory.
He was teasing you horribly, and you knew that. Your head tipped back, your throat making a gutteral nose when Abs mixed his wet muscle with his digits, stretching your pulsating hole evermore.
It felt so good, but so wrong as you felt his tongue grow in you, almost like a tentacle leaving every spot of you untouched. The violet boy peered up at you, seeing you struggle to keep your weight above. He only chuckled, a motion strong enough to allow his markings to fade in;
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Keep it up and I might just reward you.”
Baby ! - mister sloppy
he’s so messy, but he cleans up— don’t worry. he loves to drool on your cunt because he doesn’t believe in “lube”…well unless it’s some food kink he has going on. he loves it when you wear short skirts, or his oversized clothing and no panties. he’s a perv, but a dominant one. if he tells you to “come here”, you better come there, or else he’s gonna start spanking you.
“Now, what did I say about walking around like that, hm?”
Another spank on your pussy made you yelp, but inside you simply adored it. You loved it when he grabbed your neck, squeezing it and rubbing your cunt as he slapped it.
Your hands clutch at the arm around your neck, whining as you kick your legs up;
“I jus’ wanted to show you the new dress you bought me…!”
Baby scoffed, his middle and ring finger jerking your clit slowly; “So you decide to flaunt this wet meal of mine out in public? That’s not very cool, y’know.”
“Well,” you squirmed, nearly choking as he tightened his hold on your neck, “You haven’t eaten me out since—“
“Oh, so my pretty little girl wanted me to eat her pussy?” his voice made your body flush with new rigor, your pussy clamping on his long fingers, “Well why didn’t you say so?”
Instantly, you were tossed on the floor; your behind was pulled upwards, making you arch on his legs as you held yourself up on the floor. The precious red dress was rolled up to your waist, and you felt all your blood rushing to your head at the position.
You saw Baby’s foot tapping as he hummed a rhythm, and felt him lick his tongue up your opening. A gasp escaped your lips, making you shiver when he spat on your cunt;
“I have this new beat I’ve been meaning to use, mind if I do a lip choreography on this sweet pussy?”
You didn’t even get to reply when he went right on fucking his tongue in your aching hole, making you mewl as you pushed your hips upward.
Oh how loved it when he made out with your pretty pussy.
Summary: Marriage hasn’t dulled the spark between you and Jerry if anything it’s only made it harder to keep your hands off each other. Especially when the timing is terrible…and the risk makes it that much harder to stop.
Established relationship, Reader is Jerry’s wife, domestic intimacy, almost caught, teasing and banter.
A/N: This was a recent request, I hope you guys enjoy you little perverts 🤭🐛
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of your husband's corner office in Beaverton City Hall, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk. Mayor Jerry Generazzo leans back in his leather chair, his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong forearms that have signed off on countless development deals. He's been buried in paperwork all day.
Blueprints scattered for the new freeway expansion that will bulldoze those pesky animal habitats on the outskirts, paving the way for shiny residential lots that will secure his re-election. But now, with the door locked and the staff dismissed early, his focus shifts entirely to you.
You stand before him, your skirt hiked up just enough to tease, and Jerry's eyes darken with hunger. “God, I've missed this,” he growls, his voice low and rough as he reaches out, pulling you onto his lap. His hands grip your hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your blouse before sliding under to cup your breasts. He squeezes them through your bra, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you arch against him.
Your lips crash together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as you grind down on the growing bulge in his pants. Jerry groans into your mouth, one hand slipping between your thighs to push your panties aside. His fingers find your wet folds, stroking your clit with deliberate pressure that makes your breath hitch. “You're soaked for me already,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. “Always so ready when I need you.”
You fumble with his belt, the metal clinking as you free his thick cock from his trousers. It springs out, hard and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Wrapping your hand around the base, you stroke him slowly, feeling him throb in your grip. Jerry's hips buck up, urging you on, and he lifts you just enough to position himself at your entrance.
With a shared gasp, you sink down onto him, his cock stretching your pussy inch by inch until he's buried deep inside. The fullness makes you moan, your walls clenching around him as you start to ride. Jerry's hands guide your movements, one on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He latches on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing your skin while you bounce on his lap.
The desk chair creaks under your rhythm, papers scattering to the floor as you pick up speed. Jerry thrusts up to meet you, his cock slamming into your core with each drive, hitting that spot that sends sparks through your body. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants, his free hand moving to rub your clit in tight circles. Sweat beads on his forehead, his usual polished demeanor cracking under the raw need.
You're close, the pressure building as his cock pistons in and out, your juices coating him and dripping down your thighs. Jerry's breaths come in ragged bursts, his grip tightening as he chases his own release. “Come for me, baby,” he demands, voice strained. “Milk my cock with that tight pussy.”
Just as your orgasm crests, a sharp knock echoes through the office door, followed by the buzz of the intercom. “Mayor Generazzo? It's Councilman Hale. We need to discuss the freeway permits, it's urgent.”
You freeze, impaled on Jerry's cock, your body trembling on the edge. His eyes meet yours, wild and frustrated, but a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Ignore him,” he whispers fiercely to you, thrusting up hard to keep you moving. Then, without missing a beat, he leans toward the intercom, his voice steady but laced with that telltale huskiness as he drives into you again. “Hale, what seems to be the... holdup?”
The councilman responds promptly, oblivious. “Sir, the environmental review board is pushing back on the habitat clearance. They say it's a non-starter without revisions.”
Jerry's hips snap forward once more, burying himself to the hilt, making you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. He smirks against your shoulder, then hits the button. “Tell them we're... breaking new ground here. No revisions needed, push it through.” Another thrust, deeper, his cock dragging along your inner walls, and you clench around him, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Hale hesitates, then presses on. “But Mayor, the permits could be delayed if we don't address the wildlife concerns. It's a real bottleneck.”
Jerry chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he grabs your waist and lifts you slightly before slamming you back down, his length spearing up into your soaked heat. “Bottlenecks? We'll... expand the lane. Make it wide open for progress.” He punctuates the last word with a particularly forceful buck, spreading your legs as much as your body could, his balls slapping against your ass, and you feel him swell inside you, the interruption only fueling his fire.
The knocking resumes lightly at the door. “Mayor? Are you alright in there? Your voice sounds a bit...off.”
With a grunt, Jerry thrusts again, grinding his pubic bone against your clit as he responds, his free hand clamping over your mouth to muffle your rising moans. “Perfectly fine, Hale. Just... handling a pressing matter. Schedule that meeting for tomorrow, we'll iron out the details then.” One final, brutal drive upward, his cock throbbing as he spills inside you, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy and triggering your own release. Your body shudders, walls pulsing around him to draw out every drop, pleasure ripping through you in silent waves.
He clicks off the intercom, panting as he holds you tight, still buried deep. “See? Multitasking at its finest,” he murmurs, kissing your neck with a satisfied sigh. The world outside can wait, right now, it's just you and him, tangled and spent.
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