#bonbons rambles

[candys-bonbons]

some naga art!!! my naga loopert hehehe!!!!!!!! i lobe them also!!!!!!!!!!!! explicit naga loopert art under the line break plz becareful!!!!!!!

[candys-bonbons]

the world is now able to see my thoughts now, yayyyyy

this is still about pathethic loop btw im a pathetic loop lover and believer and and

anyway

pathethic loop wanting to fuck siffrin so badly that they agree to do anything, and siffrin is a lil nefarious thing and was like anything? and loops like ANYTHING!!! and then siffrin offers their leg up and is like, anything?

and loop looks at it and their cock just juts out, even harder if you can imagine it, and nuzzles down into the crux of siffrins inner thighs and is like "anything stardust" and oruhggh siffrin then twisitng their body and getting the leash snd collar they have at hand and ourhghghg COLLAR THAT STAR SIFFRIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and just collaring them and then tugging on the leash and then constrincting their breathing and tugging harder to make loop slow down if they got too close to cumming

bcs of siffrin isnt going to make this easy for loop, theyll be edging them until they either whimper and wail and cry and mewl out siffrins name and beg harder to fuck sifs cunt or loop will cum!!! if loop cums then siffrin will just put a cock ring on them and fuck themself hard and fast on thang without any relief for loopert <3<3<3 and orughhghgh loop is so so so fucking hard, humping and crying and whimpering to siffrin that pls pls let them fuck sif, pls they cant take it anymore and orughhggh thats it im writing smth i cant i cant this is a too good of a scenario to not write about fudge

You know they’ll say yes. Just look at them. That star-struck, trembling mess of a star, their body already thrumming with need before you even open your mouth. “Anything?” you purr, voice all syrupy sweet, and the way their shoulders shudder -- oh, you could drown in it. You don’t even have to ask twice. The way they nod their head rapidly, rasping it out over and over again. The word rips out of them like a prayer, like a chant, and you smile, slow and wicked, as you hike your leg up onto the nearest surface, the fabric of your trousers riding high enough to bare the soft heat of your thighs. “Anything?” you echo, and their cock snaps to attention, so hard it’s almost painful, the tip already weeping as they lunge forward, face burying into the crux of your thighs with a groan that vibrates straight through you. You shudder, their heat too molten in comparison to yours. "Anything, stardust," they rasp agaisnt your skin, breath hot and damp, the words breaking as feel their body shudder. Their hips helplessly, chasing friction they're not allowed to take, betraying them even as they try to hold still. When they look up at you, their eyes are wide and shining, glassy with unshed tears -- waiting, wanting, needing, already braced to do whatever you ask of them. With the way they're looking at you, did they expect you'll let them off easy? You won’t let them have it easy, your mind already ticking ahead, quietly arranging what comes next. Before you know it, your fingers are already twisting in the leash before they can even process the movement, the collar snapping around their throat with a sharp, satisfying click. The leash goes taut with one brutal yank, their breath hitching as you cut off their air just enough to make their vision swim, their cock throb. “Good,” you murmur, tugging harder as they whine, their hips stuttering, their body begging to cum, to rut, to fuck -- but you’re not done with them yet. You drag them back by the throat every time they get too close, their whimpers turning to broken, sobbing pleas, “Stardust -- please, please, let me--” Their voice cracks, their body aches, and stars, you love it, love the way their stars flicker with desperation, love the way they’re reduced to nothing but need and your name on their lips. (your name should be the only thing on their lips, the only shape their tongue remembers) They’re so close. You can see it in the way their muscles lock, the way their cock pulses, the way their breath comes in ragged, broken gasps. “Gonna cum, starlight?” you taunt, and the leash snaps again, their throat working around nothing, their hips jerking like they’re trying to fuck the air itself. “Do it,” you dare, adrenaline pumping in your veins, your head spinning from the pretty picture they paint, “cum for me, and I’ll ride you raw until you can’t walk.” Their cry is loud and guttural, torn from somewhere deep and star-bright, and you’re already reaching for the cock ring, the metal cold and unyielding as you clamp it around the base of their cock, their orgasm denied, their body trapped. The second the ring clicks shut, you’re on them, your cunt slamming down onto their lenght, no mercy, no relief, just the wet, obscene sound of your body taking what it wants while they sob and buck beneath you, their body burning just for you. You don’t stop. You won’twon'twon'twon't. Their pleas are music, their cock is yours, and every time they try to pull away, the leash yanks them back, your thighs locking around their hips as you fuck yourself on them like you’re trying to brand them from the inside out. “Mine,” you pant against their mouth, “mine, mine, mine--” Their answer is a broken, weeping “yes,” their body yours to ruin and play and shape, and you’re going to take every blinding piece.

. i didnt expect that wowzers, well, i hope yall love it

did i mention i love sifloop? or petplay? or bdsm??? or any and or all???