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falmerbrook · 17 days

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Falmer appearance and attire headcanons

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Hair

In Skyrim, we pretty much only see two hair styles to go off of: completely bald and the hair the "shaman" have (which are also the only females we see (a post for another day)).

In concept art, particularly Adam Adamowicz's, we see more potential hairstyles. He draws it as wispy and messy, as well as containing braids and the ties we see in the shaman in the game. This art is largely what defines my own interpretation of their hair.

I picture the typical Falmer hair as wavy, thin, wispy, and looking frizzy. Given the high number of hairless Falmer we see, I imagine baldness is common, particularly among males, and sometimes among females. Their hair can be commonly styled into braids or knots to keep it under control.

The ability to grow long, thick hair is less common, but those who can tend to style it in other unique ways. Especially among females, long hair is commonly styled into large dense locs (akin to a Polish plait) and held into shapes using ropes or leather ties.

(While I think the intention with the way their hair is drawn and modelled in the game models and concept art was that it was braided and held up with those ties, before looking at it closely I always sorta interpreted it as too stiff to just be braided. As a result, I developed the locs headcanon and have become kinda attached to it even though I have 0 in game or lore support for it)

Materials

The material used in their clothing is obviously dependent on what is accessible to them, and given their unique situation that makes the materials they use and value unique as well. In Skyrim, we see that almost all of their armor (which is mostly what we see them wearing) and homes are made of chaurus chitin (and potentially shellbug chitin), so this is likely the most common resource available to them for non-combative coverings as well. Other materials from their arthropods companions could include their cocoons, unhatched eggs, etc.

Bones from other creatures (draugr, skeevers, trolls, adventurers, bandits, etc.) underground or from aboveground raids could also be used fairly often. These could also provide a source of leather or fur, albeit not a lot of it.

Falmer groups and subcultures inside or in close proximity to Dwemer ruins probably make regular use of the materials present in those ruins as well. With all the metal and machinery present in Dwemer ruins, metal probably makes regular appearances in their clothing (and general decorations) even if they can't manipulate it themselves. Falmer more separated from Dwemer ruins would make much lesser use of these materials, however. Additionally, We see implications of Falmer preparing, cooking, and potentially cultivating fungus in-game, but see nothing indicating they have any plants in their diet, and therefore it is unlikely they regularly make or use textiles or fabrics in their clothing, and if they do they likely come form Dwemer ruins or raided adventurers/bandits/settlements from the surface.

On that note, we know that there have supposedly been incidents of Falmer coming to the surface to attack its inhabitants and travelers, as well as instances of them killing bandits, adventurers, and researchers who venture below, so it's not far fetched to believe that they have access to some materials from the surface. This could give them some access to furs from surface animals, beads, glass, jewelry, textiles, metal objects, etc. they might not otherwise have access to. The rarity of these material among the Falmer would depend on the amount of access any given group of Falmer have to the surface, but among many of them these materials could be seen as more valuable for their rarity and the difficulty to gain them.

While gemstones and ore might be accessible from both natural deposits and underground ruins, unless they had some kind of auditory function or unique texture, they might not have much value to Falmer.

General Attire/Accessories

I like to imagine that the Snow Elves, and by extension the Falmer, have an innate cold resistance in the same way Nords do, and therefore don't require clothes for the purpose of warmth even in the chilly caves of Skyrim. Additionally, their blindness likely means that wouldn't dress for visual aesthetic either. My thoughts are that they are then left with the sense of sound and touch to communicate with each other, and their clothing and accessories could reflect that.

Falmer clothing, decoration, and society in general is very heavily based on touch and texture and little on appearances. They touch each other very often for both communication, movement, and just general day-to-day interactions, and their clothes isn’t very modest, but the tactile patterns and materials used can communicate certain things such as position in society, “wealth”/power, whether they are taken, single, pregnant, with a child, etc., their roles, their age, notable achievements/skills, who is who, etc. on both their clothes and buildings. The more noise one makes, the more attention they draw and the more they drown out other noises, and the more noise making things they can “afford” to have, so the amount of noise one makes in a Falmer settlement is a status symbol. Certain types of noises or noise makers are more coveted than others (chitin beads are common, while furs are less common, and materials only gained from raiding the surface are rare and coveted).

Some noise making accessories could include:

Dangling metal, bones, beads, chitin, etc. that hangs off of their clothing or ears and jingle/clank against each other (in my drawing I show them as pretty uniform in shape and size, but they would probably be much more irregular than I depicted them)

Bells (metal or other materials) that are affixed to or dangle off of their clothing or as earrings.

Hollow bracelets, anklets, necklaces, or other accessories that are filled with rocks or beads.

Rattles tied to the body (made of chitin, dried hollow chaurus eggs, dried chaurus cocoons, beads, etc.) with leather or rope.

Flute or whistle like tubes made of metal, chitin, or dried and treated tube-like fungus that makes a woodwind-esque noise when air passes through it in a certain way. They have been designed to make noise easily from even the slightest movements.

Dried grasses (more temporary) tied to the body that make a swishy noise. More permanently, a similar thing can be achieved with hair. The hair can be sourced from Falmer (either through just cutting hair or through taking it from fallen enemies) or killed humans/mer/draugr. That sort of thing can also act as a kind of trophy.

Necklaces with various materials dangling close together that jingle against each other.

Various materials can be tied into braids or the leather ties in their hair as well.

Some textural accessories could include:

Beads. Since they wouldn't have the ability to tell the color of the beads, the patterning of beadwork would be based on the roughness, material, size, or shape of the beads. (I'm sorry I suck as drawing beads)

Furs. This wouldn't be as common since the Falmer likely don't have too much interaction with furry mammals, but some they may have access to that are big enough to make clothing/accessories out of include skeevers or trolls (and potentially rarely animals from the surface). A potential meaning of wearing furs could be as hunting trophies, but it could have other meanings as well.

Chaurus chitin would like be the most common material in Falmer attire, and depending on the part of the chaurus body, the size of the chaurus, or the life stage of the chaurus it was sourced from it could have different textures. Some chitin parts could include large spikes and deep groves, while other parts could be smoother and less rough. The use of this chitin in clothing could take advantage of this contrast in textures. Additionally, chitin or shells from shell bugs might be a different texture from the chaurus chitin. (it's unclear to me whether shell bugs are exclusive to the caves around the Forgotten Vale or if we should consider them distributed throughout Skyrim's underground)

The placement of textured components on the body could have their own meaning to it alongside what accessories or textures are being used.

Specific Falmer Subcultures

While most Falmer settlements we see in Skyrim are just a small-ish collection of huts and chaurus corrals, there are two distinctive settlements that are larger, seemingly more organized, and I like to think have their own distinct subcultures worth mentioning: Blackreach and the Forgotten Vale. The unique scope and environment of these Falmer cities (as I like to think of them) could lend to unique clothing cultures as well.

The Falmer of Blackreach have access to a vast Dwemer settlement and have has the space to spread out throughout it more fully since it seems to be more in tact than other Dwemer ruins we see. These guys would likely have a clothing culture much more heavily based on what the can access from these Dwemer ruins (metal scraps, leftover fabrics, etc.)

The Falmer of the Forgotten Vale would also have access to unique resources, such as Vale deer, Vale sabre cats, and frost giants for fur and leather. Additionally, materials accessed from the Chantry of Auri-El such as textiles from clothing, bedding, tapestries, etc. could give them a greater access to fabrics than other Falmer groups. We don't see many close Dwemer settlements to the Vale, so they would have less Dwemeri influence in their clothing than other Falmer groups.

I like to think that the Falmer's evolution exclusively underground has made them poorly equipped to handle the outdoors during the day and has made them particularly susceptible to sunburn, necessitating the need for covering for those in the Forgotten Vale who have significant settlements outdoors. With greater access to textiles and leather, they could use them as coverings when outdoors.

Armor

I actually have very few notes on armor, for two reasons. 1) I hate designing and drawing armor. It is the bane of my existence. 2) I really like the armor they have in game! I think they look awesome aesthetically, and I like how clearly they are made from chaurus chitin. Per usual, Adam Adamowicz's designs seem to have been the major inspiration for the Falmer armor, and he did a great jobs (even if it isn't the most functional looking armor ever).

(off topic but I also just want to add that he draws them with little hairs and tufts on their ears and I love it. ok that is all)

I do have a few thoughts about armor though.

Even attire made of textiles make noise when someone moves in them, and I can imagine moving around in armor, especially armor made of hard, insect shells would make a lot of noise when someone moves around in it. When you're relying on sound to navigate your environment and pinpoint potential threats or targets, wearing something making a lot of noise would not be ideal. On the other hand, getting into a fight unarmored would be a problem.

So here's my solution: heavy armor (see below) would only be worm within the camps/settlements where noise was already high and space is more cramped (and therefore more risky in a fight) as a sort of guard in case they were attacked. Those guarding the settlements along the outside might still wear armor as well, but less of it. Those going out to scout or hunt (if they do hunt) would wear as little armor as possible, and try to wear it strategically so that it wouldn't rub against itself and make noise. This is why most Falmer we encounter in the game are wearing little except for loin cloths and kneepads.

One more idea I have for armor is a specific armor piece. On the note of guarding or protecting a camp or settlement, I imagine the noises of it all (especially with the noise based headcanons I've laid out here) would make it hard to actually catch any potential threats when you can't see. A large slightly concave piece of armor worn behind the head could block out noises from behind the wearer, as well as a help focus sounds ahead of them.

That is all! Thank you for reading! A lot of these concepts around the culture of sound I think could also be applied to their buildings and even a culture of music, but those are posts for another time.

All of the concept art I used was taken from here and all of the Skyrim screenshots are from UESP.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #falmer #skyrim headcanon #tes headcanons #headcanon #sorry this is long (but not really)#i just cant express my thoughts like a normal person. college conditioned me to format everything like an essay where i have to provide #sources and shit lol #also im kinda autistic about falmer #i appreciate those of you who read it all!#mine #adam's concept art makes me feel very validated in my echolocation headcanon because its very obvious he references bats in their face #which is another post idea i have for another day #my art

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hoshigray · 8 months

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𝐓𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 | getō suguru

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: rigger! Geto x fem/afab! reader - shibari; rope bondage (boxtie, breast, crotch, elbow) - blindfolded - gagged (handkerchief) - fingering (f! receiving) - pleasure denial - oral (m! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, little/pretty bird, sweetie, ) - mention of drool/saliva and tears.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: c'mon now, y'all KNOW geto would be into rope play. matter of fact, it's canon cuz I'm part of gege's assistant team, lol. also, tysm for 2.5k, y'all are too kind ♡

inspired by a talk b/w me and @ramonathinks (ily hon!!)

"Thank you so much for the help, Geto."

"No problem, now be good and always behave from now on."

"Oh, I will!" The spiky raven-haired offers a warm smile to the woman as two men usher her out of his room, the three dark figures seen from the sliding door disappearing with footsteps heading to the corner of the hallway. Geto then gets up from the tatami flooring and stretches.

He then stands and looks at the door for three seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.

After a full minute, his purple eyes peer at the sliding door to his right, taking light steps when approaching the room next door. Geto hovers an ear next to the door, trying to hear something from the other side if it contrasts with the silence of the room he’s currently in. He gives it a few more seconds before sighing through his nostrils, a sly smile creeping up. Geto brings a hand to the handle, finally sliding it to the right and revealing what was inside.

And to his mischievous glee, his smile grows from ear to ear. Because it wasn’t a what that had him chuckling to himself — it was a who.

And who laid on the tatami floor before him was you. You were nude, your body covered in red rope, your mouth gagged by a red handkerchief, and your eyes covered in a black blindfold.

There, you lay on your side on the floor. The red rope around your body restrains your arms and hands behind your back in a boxtie position, and your bare chest prompts up for exposure. The cord separates your breasts to each side, leaving a unique and alluring design that crosses throughout your abdomen and down south. No undergarments in sight; therefore, your chasm was out in the room’s air, the red cable slithering down between your folds, leaving a wet residue on the strict texture.

And, good Lord. The whimpers you use to comfort yourself in this situation. All naked and isolated to the confines of this dark room, away from light and hospitality. Your meek voice is the only thing that holds familiarity to you. That is until you hear Geto close the door behind himself, the sounds of his light footsteps dancing around the room.

“Well, hello there, little bird.” The warm tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine, for you could hear the words parade condescendingly. Geto walks around the room, lighting up the candles. The smell of smoke and the rosy scent enter your nostrils. “Sorry for leaving you in the dark like this. Were you lonely?”

He can only hear the mumbles confined from the handkerchief, which he can only assume was confirmation. “I apologize, baby. I had to leave our little session to tend to some business with some monkeys.” He said the last word with such slight vexation; you were bright to listen hard enough to catch it. Geto comes to you and sits next to your restricted body. “But now, you have my full attention, sweetie.”

Cold, slender fingers touch your cheek, causing you to jerk at the sensation. It makes him snicker. “You know why I have you like this, yeah?” His palm cups your cheek, thumb swiping off drool at the corner of your mouth. “I saw you, my pretty bird, in the garden yesterday. You looked so beautiful and pure with the world — my world.” They snake down to your neck and brush your collarbone. His fingertips now become warm from the friction of your enchanting skin. “Then, I saw some parasite — a man worth for sore eyes — come and talk to you. He even had the gall to touch your hands with his filthy palms.” The hand now comes to your breast, a small gasp when they brush your nipples. “And you, such an amiable and accepting person, let him touch you like that. Unbeknownst to my vision.” Those same digits tweeze the bud or your mound, resulting in a sharp pant covered by the cloth in your mouth. “Who? Who told you to let that happen? Hmm?”

Of course, he doesn’t wait for your response; what response? Your muffled moans and puffs of air? How silly. Geto brings his mouth to your other nipple, taking it in and sucking on it. The lapping motions of his tongue and the grazes of his teeth distract you from his hand snaking down with the red rope to your cunt. His digits now intrude on your southern lips, playing with your wetness in a teasing manner. And when you feel his forefinger about to enter your slit, you can’t help but sway your hips to invite him in. And it’s detected by the raven-haired man.

“Oh? You want me to put them inside, baby?” He already knows the answer; it’s no surprise when you nod helplessly. However, he clicks his tongue. “I don’t know, angel. Or should I even call you that anymore — how can an angel of mine be stained by the stench of such a foul monkey, huh.” His fingers move away from your cunt, now toying with the flesh of your inner thigh. Oh, the way your brows trench and how you whine for him. It always awakens something in him — something carnal. And how can he subject himself to the cries of his little bird? “Alright, alright. But if you really want me so badly, prove it to me. You can do that, right?”

Geto removes his hand and mouth from your body, your chasm and nipples feeling outcasted from his warm touch. You jolt when the handkerchief in your mouth loosens and soon meets the tatami floor. Yet, your vision is still shielded by the black cloth. “Su–Suguru,” you chant his name in trembles. “Please forgive me, I—“

“I will forgive you,” the sound of clothing rustling fills the space, indicating that he’s now removing his monk attire. The black yukata comes undone, revealing his upper body while he pulls his pants down to his thighs. Something touches the plump of your lips, the tip seeking entry to your oral cavity. “Just suck me off like you always do, and all will be forgiven. You’re still my angel, right?” And with that, you accept the head of his cock with patient yearning, hallowing your cheeks while your tongue welcomes the underside of his limb. And it takes everything in Geto’s power not to rut your face with relentless vigor. He wants to take this slow first. He needs to see if you deserve his kindness. “Mmmm, good. Just like that…”

A few bobs to the base of his length is enough to put you in a trance, especially with the blindfold hindering your sense of vision, forcing you to rely on others. His smell is so intoxicating, the taste of his precum overcoming your tastebuds and the slap of his balls on your chin. Unhurried thrusts slowly but surely dial up to speed by the seconds. Your euphoric hums become frequent as his dick hits the back of your throat, every inch of him sinking deep into your mouth and throat that strains of saliva streak down to the dent of your chin. Your toes curl when he grinds his pelvis down to your lips, nose pressed to the pubes that fill your nostrils with his raw scent. Good God, it feels so good, the throbbing sensation in your chasm between your legs flourishing within.

And it goes the same for Geto, too. Both his hands find purchase on your head, keeping you in position for him to rut your face. Your tight throat grips him so nicely, the gummy walls holding onto him so deliciously that he can’t fight the wanton need anymore. Erratic hits to your face become apparent, making your mouth soaped with saliva that drips down to the room flooring. And you take the jabs to the back of your throat with ease, mewling on his cock with pleasure while being used like a toy as the head of his shaft bullies your insides.

He pulls his head back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his body jerks to the electric shocks climbing up. He’s close/ So, so close. “…Haaahh—Mmmph!! Damn, you feel so good for me…I’m cumming, angel. Gonna—Ahhhh! Christ…Hmmph!!” With gritted teeth, Geto drills his dick deep within your throat, the warm fluid excreting out his glans greeting its velvety walls. Blissful hums from you vibrate your throat, sending shivers to Geto while he experiences his crescendo.

When he’s finally done with his high and his load is inside you, he gradually removes his length from you. The tip of his cock resting on your tongue, which licks off any excess come. He then moves to free your shut eyelids from the black blindfold, your eyes fluttering at the scene of the warmly dimmed room, and Geto is now inches away from your face. Your watery eyes sparkle from the candlelight, and tears strike down and slide down your breast until the red rope captures it. “Forgive me, Suguru. I will always be yours. Only yours…”

He gives you a playful sneer, using a finger to wipe a tear from your cheek. He'd be a fool if he let you off the hook, especially now when you look at him as if he's your entire world. That's all he wants from the person he loves more than anything.

“You’re forgiven. And now, my pretty bird,” you can see the slight devious glint that harbors in his dark, violet eyes.

“I shall reward you.”

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heizlut · 3 months

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Hallo! I am very new to tumblr, so please excuse any mistakes i may make qwq

I really enjoyed your Venti and Kaeya story(ies)! Could you do something similar for Lyney with the addition of a breeking kink? He doesnt have cat ears or a tail like his sister- instead, the feline side of him shows through his obsessive need to breed :x

jshdhdhd i’ve been thinking about this like crazy and i’m so glad we got to clarify a few details over messages before i wrote this! again, welcome to tumblr! i’m so glad you stumbled across my page🫶🏼 (was also totally inspired by the yaoi when writing this lmfao)

Jinx

cw: breeding kink, textured feline tongue, hypnosis, rope-play, mentions of pregnancy

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!lyney with recessive feline traits, mostly proofread

a/n: here's a lil translation for the pet names- "mon chaton"= my kitten; "mon cherie"= my beloved; "bonne fille"= good girl; “ma bonne fille”= my good girl

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Ever since becoming his girlfriend, Lyney found he had a particular jinx; all because one evening he fucked you so hard backstage before his performance, filling you so full of his sticky cum, and his show ended up being the greatest one yet. The next performance, he wanted to test out his little theory; fucking his cock into your tight cunt til his cum was leaking out and dripping down your thighs. Lyney had yet another show stopping performance.

When he told you his theory, you had simply laughed, “Seems like you just want to relieve some pre-show nerves. I doubt it’s some type of jinx, my love.” The cute little pout on Lyney’s face made it hard to take him seriously. You give him a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t mind this little routine though. If it means getting fucked so full of you before a show, I’ll do it.”

Tonight was a performance that Lyney knew he couldn’t fuck up. It was meant to be another show stopper with prominent Fontaine guests in the audience. You made your way to his dressing room as you usually did. Lyney was seated at his vanity touching up his hair when he saw your reflection behind him in the mirror. The corners of his lips curl upwards, “There she is~”

You smirk in response, “I have something special for you tonight…Master Lyney~” Lyney turned his body in his chair to face you as you begin to undo the buttons of your dress. The soft material slips off your body, revealing a red lacy lingerie set with a black garter belt that matched his. Lyney’s lips part, taking in every inch of you with his violet eyes. Lyney almost wanted to curse his innate feline genes for almost pouncing on you right then and there. The way you looked right now and using that title he'd teased you with before was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to be able to take his time with you, or at least as much time as he could before he had to make his way to the stage.

Lyney gets up from his seat, sauntering over to you with a sultry look in his eyes. His fingers reach out, tracing the lacy edges of your lingerie, "Look at my sweet girl dressed so provocatively... Wearing my extra garter belt no less." He runs his finger under one of the straps and pulls it back and releases, letting it lightly slap back against your skin. Your breath catches in your throat as he does so. Arousal pooling against the thin fabric of your panties when he leans in, his lips grazing yours as he speaks in a low tone, "I have something special for you too, mon chaton~" Lyney backs away from you, the lingering touch from his lips sets you ablaze with desire.

Lyney digs through his pocket and pulls out a carnelian pendulum with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Be a sweetheart for me and keep your eyes on crystal, yes?" You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, fixing your gaze on the pendulum. Your eyes follow the swinging pendulum as Lyney begins to speak, "Relax your mind and your body... Focus on the sound of my voice..." He continues on as you feel your mind go blank. He smirks at your dazed expression, now having you fully under.

He softly caressed your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across your soft lips, "Be a good girl and get the purple rope, yes?" All you can do is nod and follow his instructions. Lyney's cock twitches as he watches you bring back the rope he requested. He takes it from you hands and moves behind you, his lips against your ear, "Arms behind your back, mon cherie~" Of course, you comply. His voice filling your mind like a sweet melody that was only meant for you alone. A tingling sensation pricks at your skin as the ropes loop through your arms just tight enough for you to be forced to stay in that position, unable to touch him.

Lyney's fingers trace your skin as he moves to the front of you, admiring how gorgeous you looked. He takes hold of the straps of your pretty bra between his digits, using his pyro vision to carefully singe them just enough to let a piece of them burn away. The straps fall loose to your back and he singes the front connecting the cups. Your perky breasts are left exposed to his lustful gaze as the bra makes a soft noise when it lands on the dressing room floor. You squirm a little in your spot as the need between your legs begins to consume you. Your eyes stuck on his violet ones that burn with deep desire, "Be still, mon chaton."

Your lips part as you let a soft moan slip when Lyney cups your breasts in his nimble hands. He squeezes and massages them, mesmerized by the way the plushness squishes between his fingers. He lowers himself and leans forward taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth; his rough feline tongue flicking and swirling around it. Your body tries to fight against the hypnosis, desperate to tangle your fingers in his hair as his rough tongue does its work on your body.

Leaving your breasts sore and swollen, Lyney kisses down your body softly til he's eye level with your clothed cunt. His eyes flit up to your face, pleased to see you looking so needy. He taps your thigh twice, "Spread out so I can enjoy my pre-performance meal." You comply, taking a small step to the side to give him more room. Lyney smirks, "Bonne fille..." He places his hands on your thighs and licks a stripe through your thin panties. He lets out a broken groan at the scent and taste of you as your arousal soaked the material. Lyney tugs at the panties until they rip and glide down, now hanging loosely around one ankle.

Your moans fill the small dressing room as he dives in between your folds, lapping up your juices with his rough tongue. His grip tightens on your thighs as you shake with pleasure; his tongue relentless against your sensitive clit. White hot pleasure courses through you as you cum on his tongue, making him snarl as he overstimulates you, unable to get enough of your taste. "Please, Master Lyney~!" you cry out, feeling as though your legs are about to give out from underneath you. The title you give him and the way you taste and smell kicks his feline instincts into full gear. Lyney needed to breed you.

Lyney straightens up and tugs you by your garter belt to his vanity. He bends you slightly and tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head up to look at the reflection of you both in his mirror. "Oh, mon chaton... See the way you look right now? I simply can't resist~", he chuckles as you whimper when you're forced to look at how dazed and desperate you are for him. He undoes his pants, tugging them down just enough for his twitching cock to bob free against your ass.

Lyney's hands travel down your curves and to your round ass, giving your cheeks a light squeeze. He spreads them apart, giving himself a better view of your leaky pussy. He moves his hips, letting his fat pink tip rub against your cunt and gather your arousal. Lyney stills himself, his tip pushed against your wet entrance as he leans over, locking eyes with you in the reflection, "Keep your eyes on us." Unable to do anything other than what he says, your eyes widen as a pretty cry leaves your lips as he pushes himself inside of you.

His fingers dig into the fat of your hips as he fucks into you deep and hard. Lyney completely loses it when he sees your eyes flutter and drool slips from the corner of your mouth as you keep your eyes on the lewd display. His pace becomes harsh as the tip of his thick cock bullies your insides over and over, "Need to breed you nice and full... Need to see your cute stomach swell with my children- Fuck, mon amour...-" His hips stutter when he sees the white ring of cum that had formed at the base of his cock. Lyney lets out a breathy chuckle, running his fingers though his hair, “Creaming around my cock? You must really want me to breed you, huh”

You’re so fucked out the only way you can respond is by moaning over and over. You looked angelic and so fucking slutty that when your eyes crossed in pleasure and your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, Lyney releases a whiny moan. With a final thrust, his hot cum floods your fluttering pussy. His cock throbs as he regains his senses, groaning as he pulls out and his cum begins to leak from your cunt.

As much as the sight of his cum leaking from you filled his ego, Lyney needed it to take. Quickly grabbing a silicone prop, he pushes it inside your pussy with a curved smile, "You shouldn't let my seed go to waste. We need to keep you stuffed full 'til my cum takes..." Your eyes meet his devious ones in the vanity mirror, still looking for more. A sudden knock on the door causes Lyney to snap from his thoughts as Lynette's voice sounds from the other side, "Lyney, it's time."

"I'll be there in a moment!", he calls back and then lets out a sigh. His gaze returning to your dazed one. Your were still under his hypnosis... Lyney's voice is saccharine when he speaks his next words, "Sit still at my vanity and don't even think about covering up or fucking yourself on the prop that's keeping my cum in you." A sly smile forms on his lips when you let out a small whimper when you sit, making the silicone prop push deeper inside of you. Lyney presses a slow kiss to your lips and smiles, "Ma bonne fille..." He readjusts his clothes and fixes his hair one last time before heading out for his grand performance,

And what a performance it was. A standing ovation, thrown flowers covering the stage, and raving reviews from the prominent figures of Fontaine; all thanks to you. Lyney walks back to his dressing room and his lips curl up when his gaze lands on your shaking, restrained body still sat as his vanity as your own arousal had pooled in the chair. You were his lucky charm, his special jinx; and oh how he would reward you for being so perfect.... Breeding you time and time again.

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a/n: i turned myself on just writing this lol also plz if you’ve read the yaoi i referenced, let’s be friends lmao

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The trace of you

synopsis: the marks you leave on your lover during your intimate moments

pairing: Ayato, Blade, Diluc, Jing Yuan, Kaveh, Neuvillette, Sampo, Wriothesley x fem!reader (separately)

tw: smutty, established relationship, marks, shibari, biting, implied sex, implied oral (both m! and f! receiving), collar, ABO elements, two dicks, handcuffs, scratching

word count: 5.6k+ words in total

Ayato

The head of the Kamisato clan lets his heavy lids slide closed while you are carefully untying the knots and unwrapping the ropes, abandoning the pieces of red braided strings at the foot of the bed. His limbs are pleasantly tingling and he does release a relieved sigh when he can finally stretch his legs to the curling of his toes. Cherry-like lips tug in a smile and thick lashes tremble when your palms cup his cheeks and you kiss each of his eyelids, murmuring a quiet apology for taking so long and promises of getting to rest soon. He murmurs something along the lines of everything being alright, that he doesn’t mind the hurry.

Yet when you kneel between his thighs to tend to the front of his torso, the man shakes his head and drops his forehead onto your shoulder, rolling his blades, hinting to his arms, still tied behind his back. You immediately usher him into your embrace, cheek pressed to his messy baby blue locks, fingers working on setting him free. Ayato inhales your scent, keening on the warmth and softness of your body, pressing light kisses to what skin he can reach in his hazy state. Despite being at someone else’s mercy, restricted, vulnerable - with you he feels safe.

As soon as all the ropes are undone and thrown away, you ease him onto his back, carefully moving his arms and legs to make him comfortable, to help him restore blood circulation. Somewhere in the process he must’ve fallen into slumber, because the next time he slowly blinks his eyes open, you are sitting by his side, dressed in nothing but a thin bathrobe, loosely tied and not properly held together, exposing your collarbones and some of your breasts.

“Husband,” it sounds a little old-fashioned, but Ayato loves when the term leaves your lips and is directed to him. “The bath is almost ready. Do you need another minute?”

Humming, he makes some attempts to move. He fists his hands, flexes his arms a little, tries to bend his legs in knees and lift his upper body to sit. Some are more successful than the others, but generally he’s established control over his own body again.

“Maybe just a couple more,” he sighs and lies onto his back again. Before he can say anything else, you are already crawling onto the bed to settle near him in order to rub and massage the parts of his body that were immobilized for quite some time. Your husband doesn’t stop you, only letting out groans and little moans when you apply pressure just right.

However soon your lack of any noises captures his attention and he finds your eyes trailing up and down his body, the tips of the fingers sometimes tracing the patterns on his skin. He quickly realizes why - the braided texture of the ropes imprinted their shape into his flesh. It doesn’t hurt, and it also didn’t, and thank Archons you do not look concerned. More like astonished.

“Something on your mind, wife?” The eyes he loves so much immediately dart to his face, blinking once and then crinkling a little in the corners from your soft smile.

“Nothing in particular. Just that the shibari aesthetic looks good on you even when the bondage is no longer here. Also, I am thankful for the opportunity to see you on the receiving end. I enjoyed that. Did you?”

“Mhm,” he mirrors your smile, “I did. Thank you.”

He pushes himself to sit up, reaching his hand to yours, locking fingers and then leaning forward to steal a sweet kiss from your lips. The more your lips meet, the clearer his head becomes, and by the tenth (maybe) kiss you shared he feels a surge of strength - just enough to get to the bathroom, where you two can thoroughly soak.

“I admit,” you begin, getting off the bed and offering him a hand for support, which he takes without hesitation, straightening in his full naked glory, giving you another opportunity to admire the patterns edged into his skin, “I didn’t understand before, why you loved it so much to watch me right after the ropes were gone from my body. Now I think I do. The marks they leave are truly marvelous.”

“Oh?” A teasing edge delves into his tone. “Do you imply we should practice it more often, my lovely wife?”

You chuckle, tugging on his wrist and leading him to the bathroom.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt, my dear husband.”

Blade

“Whatever you are doing - stop it,” he doesn’t want to open his eyes, the darkness behind his eyelids is soothing. He wants to rest, and the comforting weight of your body on top of his is welcomed (though he doesn’t admit it outloud), however your fingers, skimming over the expanse of his shoulders and the length of his neck disturb him.

“It isn’t fair,” in your voice he guesses displeasure. He feels you lightly dig your nails into the skin and scratch, as if this action will help you find something you’ve been looking for for a couple of minutes already. “It’s been only half an hour and they are gone already. And I tried extra hard today while biting you.”

Ah, that’s what it is all about. Fucking with Blade is…an experience. A rough, teeth-baring, primal, desperate experience. The one that always ends with breath stolen, legs shaking and many marks left. Only difference is that yours bloom for weeks while his heal in less than an hour.

“You looked very beautiful with my teeth imprinted into your skin,” you sigh, thumb running over his jaw. “Now they are all gone. That’s not fair, Blade.”

Possessing that self-healing ability isn’t fair, yet here is, breathing, living, even being involved with a woman… A very stubborn woman, he must say.

He curses when your teeth sink into the side of his neck, clamping down quite hard, jaws flexing for good measure to make the mark stay. His hand slides from the small of your back to your behind, squeezing a buttock in a silent warning. That’s enough for you to whine - flesh is still tender from the time he took you from behind, spanking your poor ass.

“I know, I know… What’s the point if this one won’t last too…” you sigh, looking at it to at least remember that you did put claim on him, even if only for a matter of minutes. Blade is silent, but his fingers relax.

Is he growing soft? Is it even possible? Or is it the fact that he’s just gotten comfortable with you enough to let many things you do slide? You do make it feel like an almost normal life. Which, given he cannot yet be put 9 feet underground, makes the existence more bearable. Even Kafka commented on it on multiple occasions and Silver Wolf rolled her eyes and huffed “stupid lovebirds” when you two simply walked into the room together…

And if you have a ‘lover’ you are supposed to heed their needs and desires, right?

Or why the hell is he doing this?

“...I think I have a solution for you,” you are startled when he finally speaks, staring at his face. He still has his eyes closed, but the hand returns to the small of your back, resting there.

“A solution? What solution?”

“Silver Wolf showed me that…trend.”

“Oh?” With every word that leaves his pale lips your curiosity grows, along with a tiny bit of disbelief at what your fellow Stellaron hunter is doing.

“Basically you bite a place on another person’s skin and the master is turning the indentation into a tattoo.”

“Blade…” you don’t recognize your own voice, so shocked you are right now. “Are you saying you’ll get a tattoo of my teeth mark on your skin?”

“...yes.”

“Anywhere? Even on your neck?”

“...” He doesn’t reply, but after a few seconds he nods. Positive.

“I… I…” you don’t know what to say. Instead you bury your face into his neck, shakily exhaling, still processing his offer. You don’t complain when he rolls you two onto your sides, putting one hand under his head and draping the other over your waist, spooning you.

“Sleep,” is all he says, putting his chin on top of your head.

We’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Diluc

“Good morning, handsome,” Diluc slightly shudders when your arms wrap around his bare waist and you push your cheek against his shoulder blade. You’ve just woken up and could not possibly resist the sight through the open bathroom door - your husband standing in front of the mirror, clad only in his black pants, with fluffy hair cascading down his back and him, clearly inspecting something in his reflection.

“Good morning to you too, my flame,” his big hand easily envelopes the lock of yours and gives it a soft squeeze. “How did you sleep?”

“Amazing. You really loved that stress out of my system tonight,” you giggle, rubbing your nose against his skin, recalling the events from less than 7 hours ago. Of his big, strong body slamming yours into the bed after you teased him by simply kissing, licking and sucking all over his body for way too long. Anyone would’ve slept like a log after such an activity.

“I see,” there is an undertone in his voice that you easily recognize as a little pinch of pride for the good job he did, and you reach up to kiss the side of his jaw in appreciation. “Speaking of tonight, it seems you, my dear, were exceptionally passionate.”

“Whatever do you mean?” He slightly turns his head and behind the heavy crimson bangs you spot mischief in his flaming eyes. “‘Luc, what’s going on?”

“Look in the mirror and find out.”

Still clueless you follow his advice, redirecting your gaze… only to yelp when you see it.

“Oh my Archon! Diluc, does it hurt??” You release him from your hold and step around to make sure that the light or something didn’t trick you and you saw exactly what you saw. And you see exactly what you saw - an angry-looking trace of teeth, your teeth, circling around the man’s left nipple.

“Not really, but it is quite sensitive,” your husband admits as you are staring at the ‘damage’ you caused his poor chest during the foreplay. You really thought the bite wasn’t that hard! “Don’t worry too much, my flame. It’ll heal eventually.”

“You sure there is nothing to worry about?” Your eyes, full of concern, play the most tender strings of his heart. At the same time Diluc can’t get why you are being so worked up over a love bite. Besides, Ragnvindr is a forward man - if he didn’t like it he would’ve voiced so, and you, having spent so much time with him, still tend to forget that sometimes.

“I am sure. It’s not that different from the marks I leave on you. And you don’t worry about them, right?”

You look at the bite again, acknowledging his words and realizing that if your initial reaction is thrown out of the window you quite admire how beautiful the red indentation contrasts against his pale skin.

“Right. You know, it actually looks very good.”

“It does. Because it’s yours,” your face heats at such lewdly blatant truth, to which the redhead simply smiles, grabbing your chin between his fingers and drawing you closer for a kiss. Your palms slide up his shoulders and around his neck, while his unoccupied one grips your waist, pushing your body flash to his. Unexpectedly you jump, but he readily brings both hands under your butt to help you settle onto his hips. With a slither of relief you note that Diluc doesn’t wince, doesn’t even crease his eyebrows when your chests collide, but the thought is quickly forgotten as he kisses you even deeper.

He breaks away only when he is sitting on the edge of the bed with you on his lap. The man loves the blissful expression on your face, the sight of your night clothes sliding down one of the shoulders, baring his own marks (not as teethy as yours, but still quite prominent and pretty). You are the image of serenity, and he is glad he succeeded in giving you a peace of mind.

“I want to be the one to put a shirt on you today,” you suddenly say, palms softly smoothing over the wideness of his pectorals, mindful of the area around his left nipple. “You tend to be rough with your movements. I can do it more gently.”

Yeah, sure, or more like gawk at the bite while busy with buttons, now that concern is out of the picture. But Diluc doesn’t let you know he is aware of your intention - as he said, it is yours, thus you have full right to do so.

Jing Yuan

Most times your husband reminds you of his very pet. Big, imposing, with thick mane of hair and a pleased cat-like smile. Especially in the moments of rest, when he practically turns into a lion himself, grayish locks all let down and cascading down his back, eyes lazily closed and a serene expression overtaking his face as your fingers gently touch him, eliciting pleasurable groans and sighs out of him.

“Glad you are not mad at me,” he perks at your words, opening just one eye, and regarding you - sitting on his thighs, with hot water reaching up to your waist and hands carefully rubbing something into his neck. You look positively glowing, with hickies blooming on your chest and shoulders and that concentrated look in your pretty eyes.

“Why would I be mad at you, beloved?” Big hand that rests on your hip gives it a small squeeze and the other one comes to support his cheek as he closes his eyes again. “Don’t you think everything is perfect? We made love, got to relieve some stress in the process and now we are relaxing in a bath. Don’t know about you, but I enjoyed every second of it, and having your body on top of me right now is all that I need.”

“Of course, I enjoyed every second of it,” humming, you lean down to press small kisses to his eyelids and the general’s smile gets wider. “And I am thankful that you entertained my desire to try something new. I just wish my actions didn’t leave such marks on your neck.”

“They are subtle, no? And it doesn’t hurt, I promise. Though I am not going to lie, I like the feeling of your hands treating it.”

You huff a chuckle, scooping a new portion of ointment to gently apply on reddish lines on his skin - the places where the collar’s edges dug a little too harshly into his neck. Tonight it’s been especially steamy - your husband delegated you the control in bed through agreeing to be put on a leash and perform any of your commands by a tug of it. And Aeons, was he great at that - burying his face into your pussy until he barely could take a breather, arching his back as you pulled on the leash while your mouth was decorating his chest with hickies, but also going absolutely feral as you drew him closer as he was pounding into you from behind, growling and moaning your name, practically crushing you with his weight, but he knew you liked it.

“Yuan,” he hums, not opening his eyes, but turning his ear to you, “you’ve done such a marvelous job for me. Do you want any special treatment in return?”

“Oh?” To that he is intrigued, finally showing you both of his golden orbs, lifting his head and putting his second palm on your other hip. “I’m honored, but you are my wife. If I wasn’t doing a marvelous job for you every day I would be undeserving of calling myself your husband.”

“And yet I want to give you extra treatment,” satisfied with the look of his neck, reddish lines slowly paling, you lower your hands to clean them, giving the man an opportunity to get closer and bury his face into your chest, happily rubbing his cheek against your breast, arms now loosely wrapped around your waist.

“Then I want you to cockwarm me while we sleep.”

“But we do that almost every night, silly,” your fingers run through his wet hair, twitching as his hips rock into yours and water splashes a little. “It’s no special treatment.”

“Hmm… If that’s the case, then I’d love to - only if you are okay with that - if we get you a matching collar. I am simply curious how you’d look wearing it,” he looks up at you, chin resting between your breasts and eyes bearing a question in them. “Would it be alright?”

“It would,” you duck your head down and peck his forehead, earning yourself a deep purr. Oh how surprised he is going to be when you tell him that his collar and leash came in a set of two, specifically for couples…

You can’t wait to match marks with your husband.

Kaveh

The blond architect has long since learned of your lack of shame. To a man who has a hard time saying ‘no’ this trait is admirable and quite helpful when you are not afraid to put exceptionally fastidious clients of his in their place with a sharp tongue of yours. To a man who enjoys a good laugh and seeing any emotion on Alhaitham’s face rather than smugness he loves your impudence and shooting the scholar down with highly inappropriate yet witty remarks. To a man who feels like he is falling apart it’s important that you take matters into your own hands to spoil him way more when necessary, extending this to the bedroom.

And that’s where your shameless nature get to him.

“Please tell me you are done staring,” Kaveh doesn’t know where to escape from your appreciative gaze. The position definitely doesn’t help - with you resting on your stomach with an elbow planted onto the mattress and a palm supporting your chin, while your other hand’s fingers dance across the expanse of his spread thighs. Thighs, that are naked like the rest of him. And you too.

“But songbird,” you smile, smoothing a thumb over one of the blooming hickies decorating his inner thighs, “you are very pretty like this. Makes me want to give you a blowjob.”

“Y/n..!” The man blushes profusely, pressing the back of his hand to his quivering lips. It doesn’t escape your attention, however, how his semi-hard cock twitches.

“You’ve worked so hard this past week - give yourself a day off, sweety. And I’ll get to keep you in bed, making you feel so good and satisfied…”

“B-but what if one of my clients asks for a meeting today-”

“Then they can go to the Abyss,” you huff, moving your face closer, placing a tender kiss to his knee, starting a slow travel to his thigh. “You are the architect in high demand… you have the right to handle your schedule however you see fit.”

“Mmm,” his head falls back and jaw goes slack in a breathy moan as your lips caress his marked skin. Once reaching the hip bone you plant a firmer kiss there and draw back a little, only to repeat the same path from his other knee.

“Come on, Kaveh. You and I know you are tired and deserve some rest. And pampering. Tonight was hardly enough to meet all your needs. Your body is still so tense. I want you to be as malleable as the clay you work so much with…”

Done with another trail of kisses, you lift your upper body, pulling yourself up, so your chest rests against his pelvis, making him take a sharp inhale through gritted teeth. If you continue with your leisurely teasing, he sure is to pop a boner. Right between your breasts.

“So?” You inquire, reaching a hand up, cupping his flushed cheek, making those eyes that remind you of mourning flower’s petals so much meet yours. “Are you staying home with me? Are you letting me take care of you, kiss your lips, make you moan, have your cock nestled between my walls? Pretty please?”

Your offer is hard to resist. You are hard to resist. Looking up at him from between his spread legs, all bare and gorgeous, with hair being a little mess and lips a bit swollen from the make out session you had upon waking up. With your palms so light and gentle, one holding his face and the other running up and down his side, thumb counting each rib. With your words - so loving, yet shameless, luring him into your embrace, into receiving everything you are eager to give him.

And he is eager too.

“Yes…” He breathes out, bringing his hand up, wrapping his artistic fingers around yours and turning his head to plant a kiss to your palm.

“Yes to everything?” You clarify, your other palm settling on his hip.

“Mhm… But can we shower and have breakfast first, please?”

“Everything for you, sunshine,” with a wide grin, quite proud of yourself for convincing him, you push your body up and get onto your knees. Kaveh exhales and releases your hand from his hold, sitting straighter to close his legs and throw them over the edge of the bed. Already with your back to him you suddenly hear a small whine of discomfort.

“Another thing, love,” the architect’s brows are pinched together when you glance at him from over your shoulder, “no more marks on my thighs. Please.”

Neuvillette

Content growling is resonating off the walls in the vast dark room. One soft and gratifying, the other deep and satisfied, they rumble in your and your lover’s throats, blending into a marvelous primal melody. Hands - big, clawed and covered in scales of royal blue cradle your face in a tender hold, lavender eyes, brimmed with adoration, look into yours and it feels like you are the only thing that exists in this world.

These moments of clarity are nice and warm, and serve as a reminder, that you are here not only to satisfy your bestial needs, but to be one as lovers, as mated for life. The male’s lengths twitch between your walls when your nose pushes into the freshly bitten mating mark on his neck, a similar one is on the side of yours. You claimed each other long ago, centuries have passed, but every time your heat or his rut begins, this euphoric feeling of having each other’s teeth clamping on that particular patch of skin is unmatched and reminds of the very first time.

Neuvillette shudders when your tongue laps on the bruised skin and closes his eyes, panting, burning under your mouth despite your cryo nature. You purr, reaching to glide your fingers over the length of his beautiful horns - the ones you tenderly kissed hours ago, to show your husband your appreciation of his dragon features, to lure him into your embrace, to beg him to satisfy the ache in your heart and between your legs, because your heat has started.

“You are gorgeous, my love,” you sigh against his neck, free hand roaming over his chest, feeling its firmness, caressing the scales. “I am so lucky to have such a caring and devoted mate.”

“I am the lucky one,” the man smiles - you know he does. And you know, that despite everything, he preens from your praise and compliments. “You are divine from head to toe and I forever shall treasure you.”

“And I forever shall treasure you.”

Exchanging sweet declarations of love, you cuddle some more, nuzzling your noses against each other, sharing deep and meaningful kisses, holding hands and wondering if you should take a proper break before the next set of rounds.

The Hydro dragon digs his claws into your hip when you draw away, his cocks slipping out of your pussy. He lets his eyes stray to the many marks he left on your neck, breasts, hips and even thighs, as you sit up and stretch. The arch of your back is mesmerizing and he is quickly reminded of the ways it can bend whenever he is thrusting into you. So tender and delicate, you writhe into his arms and then, when he least expects it…

You surge forward and bite onto his neck.

Neuvillette moans and that’s the prettiest sound to you. It makes you want to devour him whole, to kiss all over his body - over all the marks you’ve given him and the bare skin too, to bite and lick, as you make your way down his body, until one of his lengths rests heavy onto your tongue.

But by the looks of it, it seems that your lover has the opposite idea, since he’s already pouncing onto you, pinning you to the bottom of your nest and slotting himself between your legs.

“Will you claim me again, my love?” His eyes and horns are gleaming and you can’t take your eyes off of him, And as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, making the heads of his cocks slip between your folds, leaning his face into your neck as you bury yourself into his, there is only one answer.

“Oh, darling… Only if you claim me once again as well.”

Sampo

“I told you it was a bad idea,” the man gasps when you softly hit his head with the side of your palm. “When I said ‘Sampo, get us handcuffs to try something new in bed’ I meant the soft fluffy ones used specifically for sex, not the metal ones!”

“Sorry…” he whines, raising a hand to rub the top of his stupid head, but you quickly catch his fingers, bringing them back to your lap.

“Sampo, let me finish with your wrists first. Honestly… And you tugged so harshly on them, no wonder there are marks left. I hope they won’t bruise…”

“Aww, you worry about me,” your lover coos with the intention to tease you, but deep down he doesn’t deny that he is happy to hear that. You sigh, rubbing the ointment (you farsightedly got from Natasha) into his skin to soothe the pulsing aching from hours spent in the metal wraps.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. But I am too an idiot, should’ve at least thought of putting some fabric in-between.”

“Hey, you are not an idiot,” he resents, nudging your shoulder with his. “I know an idiot when I see one.”

“Looking into the mirror?”

“Hey!”

You chuckle softly. Sampo watches you with a surprisingly calm look on his face, pout quickly dissolving and lips drawing into a small smile. You were right on that one - it was very stupid of him. However, he was running late to your meeting with all the things that needed to be done in the Overworld, and he didn’t have time to get the goods, but at the same time he didn’t want to disappoint you with empty hands. He is glad that those were used on him and not you. Partly because he wouldn’t want your pretty wrist to hurt, partly because he thoroughly enjoyed his submission to you.

You can’t really blame him for tugging too much - how could he stay stiff when your walls clenched so deliciously as you rode him and your breasts were jiggling right before his face - he wanted to grab! Generally he can’t keep his hands away from you, and it goes beyond the things happening in the bedroom. It’s your own fault for being so alluring!

“Next time I’ll get you the ones you want. Sampo Koski’s word!”

You tear your gaze from inspecting the work you’ve done and look at him. When it came to you, there was no doubt the indigo-haired male fulfilled his promises (not always accurately like this time, but he saw things through in the end). However there is another implication that occupies you…

“Oh? Does it mean you’d like to try that again?”

“Huh? Have you really not noticed how much I was enjoying all of this?” Sampo looks at you as if you grew a second head. Were you not watching him the whole time his dick was in your pussy!?

“No, no, I have! I was just unsure if you'd like to be cuffed again,” you hurry to reassure him, waving your hands in front of you. “You know, with Silvermane guards always chasing you and trying to capture you…”

“You are adorable,” he muses, freeing his hands from your careful grasp and grabbing your hips to drag you onto his lap, playing with the hem of your sleeping gown. “It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. After all, they’ll never catch me - this right is reserved only for you.”

“Wow, such a romantic guy,” his cheeks flare when you giggle - a sound too pure and heart-fluttering, and he lets you settle on top of him as he falls onto his back and reaches for the covers. That was surely a pleasurably draining night. You two should get some rest.

As he turns the nightstand lamp off and the room sinks into darkness, you get comfortable under the blanket, snuggling closer to a big warm body. Sampo is silly and an ass sometimes, but it’s hard to be mad at him for long, when he treats you to the things you want. Oh, that reminds you…

“By the way, where did you get those handcuffs?”

“...borrowed Gepard Landau’s personal pair?”

“...”

“SAMPO!”

Wriothesley

“For how long are you going to sulk and weep for my back? It’s not like I am dying,” Wriothesley turns his head to glance at you over his shoulder and sees what he’s expected to see - your knitted eyebrows, eyes practically screaming “oh no, I am the worst person in the world”, lips pressed into a tight line… That’s definitely not the look he wanted to see on his wife’s face after having sex with her.

“I am so sorry, Wrio…” you say for probably the tenth time, - he lost count in the very beginning, - your tone so miserable and quiet. “I didn’t think my nails were that long to scratch you to blood. And over your scars too…”

“I’ve already told you, I am not dyi- gh,” a hiss escapes him when a peroxide-soaked cotton ball touches a particularly sensitive place. He feels your hand flinch and he almost groans. You worry too much for him sometimes.

“I am fine. Besides, I think it’s actually pretty hot. Means I fucked you good enough for you to cling to me for dear life.”

“Wriothesley!” He lets out a throaty chuckle as you lightly hit his shoulder. “I am being serious right here! You know I don’t like when you end up hurt…” you huff, soaking a new ball to tend to another red line running down his wide back. “And this time I am the one who hurt you…”

“It felt good though, baby. I wouldn’t have even thought much of it, if you hadn’t jumped out of the bed after seeing the marks you’ve given me. But I must admit - watching you run around the room naked… That was sexy.”

“Wrio,” you whine in embarrassment, having little desire to be reminded of your debauched state in that moment of panic. Even now you are still bare, sitting behind your equally undressed husband and cleaning up the last of the ten angry-looking red lines.

“Don’t be shy,” sensing that you are done, he turns to face you properly and reaches a hand to cup your cheek. “I shall wear the marks my wife gave me with pride, right?” He leans to press a kiss to the corner of your lips and that makes you smile. “In fact, tomorrow - or rather today, given it’s almost 1 am, I’m going to fight in the ring with my shirt off.”

“YOU WHAT!?” He was ready for your shocked exclamation, grabbing your hips, and pulling into his lap, silencing your rising outrage with a firm kiss. He smirks at the little moan, swallowing it with his mouth, burying his fingers in your hair to keep you where he wants you to be - with knees planted on both sides of his hips, making out with him.

“Just imagine that,” a hoarse whisper against your lips sends a shudder down your spine, “everyone would know that my woman has perfect claws and that she doesn’t hesitate to mark what belongs to her.”

“Everyone would think I am abusing my husband,” you mutter, trying to ignore how his teeth graze down your neck, until he exhales in discontent.

“You are still thinking you hurt me? Fine, that means I hurt you first,” suddenly your world turns upside down and here you are, back pressed to the mattress with his burly figure hovering over yours.

“Wh-hat do you mean?”

“You clawed to my back only because I was pounding into your pussy roughly, right?” Your eyes bulge in your sockets at his shameless words, and mouth falls open in a gasp when he slides down your body, spreading your legs. “I bet the poor thing is all aching… Should I kiss it better?”

“Wrio- ooooh!”

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breaking open dried milkweed stalks to collect their bast fibers.

i pounded them with a makeshift billet against a smooth surface to break them similar to how ive broken brambles before, and then snapped the pith in order to get only the outer fibers.

At this point i had a bunch of the papery skins attaching all the fibers together, like the image just below. But peeling them off is both inefficient and can lead to breaking

in order to get rid of the outer layer, i rubbed/rolled them vigorously between the palms of my hands, breaking it into flakes that either fell off or can be combed/carded out. it was too difficult to film but basically the same as making a friction fire (although easier for sure).

At this point i had a handful of fibers, still long but in need of combing. I have a fine-toothed comb i use for a lot of fiber stuff, and ran that through it

I'll leave the sound on this one because it's an interesting auditory experience, some might like it some might hate it. Note, be prepared to sweep afterwards!

i used to worry about combing stuff like this too much, and i sort of still am, but its important to remember that what im removing are fibers that would otherwise be too short or fragile to include in a refined long-fiber bundle. What im going for is a line flax/fluff flax-like combo; aka i comb out the short fibers and then i have a bundle of extra long ones to work with!

the result is two bundles of different textures and potential

i made a little test string with the "line" milkweed, but i have yet to do anything more with it

as for the fluff, i carded it out!

i made it into a rolag that i then spun up on my tiny spindle

I quite like it. It definitely reminds me of flax/linen, which makes sense since it's also a bast fiber. Milkweed is often known for being extremely strong; i've heard from a fiber class instructor that you can tow a car with a finger-sized rope of it

I don't know exactly what kind of milkweed this is , but i've heard swamp milkweed is top of the class for fiber. orange butterflyweed is a bit weaker than this one (which might be swamp, might not)

(Also note, if you plant milkweeds, don't plant tropical milkweed outside of its native range! it's not as good as the native ones and can even increase disease in monarchs since it doesnt die back in warm winters)

anyways, have a lil monarch caterpillar!

#crafts #fiber arts #cordage #natural fibers #milkweed #bast fibers #nature #earth skills #drop spindle #handspinning

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iliketangerines · 4 months

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you look good like this

pairing: dom!johnny cage x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation, vibrators, facefucking, bondage, praise kink, camera kink (?)

you can’t say you’re surprised when Johnny finally reveals that the extra door in his bedroom leads to a sex room

you can’t even say you’re really surprised that the sex room is bigger than his actual bedroom

you can say that you are surprised at how much he loves using the toys and fixtures in the sex room on you

for a man with an ego so high, you would think he would prefer to make you cum on only his fingers and his cock to try and prove a point

but as Johnny straps you to a new toy he had gotten a few days ago just for you, you realize you’re sorely mistaken

you’re sitting on the machine, dildo snug inside of your pussy and a textured material rubbing directly along your clit

he’s tied your arms behind your back, and your knees to two hooks in the floor, so you can’t get off the machine if you wanted to, he’s also tied your hips down to the machine so you can’t squirm around at all

he’s also tied an intricate rope design around your upper torso, the rope scraping roughly against your skin every time you move

before bringing you to the machine, he spent an hour just teasing you, softly grinding into you while sucking dark hickeys in your chest and pinching at your nipples

and now, your pussy is dripping down the machine onto the floor as he admires his work,

but you can’t even beg him to start the machine because he’s lightly slapping at your face and laughing at how you’re already drooling

‘all fucked out already? i haven’t even started!’ he teases you before pulling his cock out his pants and slaps his dick against your cheek

your head follows his cock trying to get a taste of him, but he just grips on your chin, forcing your tongue to stick out, and uses his other hand to slap the tip of his dick against your tongue

that’s all he does for a while, teasing himself and slowly pumping himself right in front of your face as you strain to leave forward to try and get a taste

finally he relents, telling you that if you want to get off, you’re gonna have to work for it

and so, you greedily suck him into your mouth, trying to prove to him that you’re a good slut, that you deserve to cum

he’s got a tight grip in your hair as you suck him off, trying to control himself as watches your lips stretch around his dick

you’re bobbing your head, slowly working your way down to the base, but Johnny gets impatient and shoves your head down

you gag at the sudden feeling and your head jerks backward, but he keeps your nose firmly buried in the base of curls

as you grow light-headed, he pulls you off, and you take deep raspy breaths, trying to regain your bearings

he coos at how whorish you look and pulls out his phone to take a picture of how fucked-out you look

he then starts to record, forcing your mouth back on his cock and moving your head up and down on his dick

you let him fuck your throat and try to grind your hips down on the textured material pressing against your clit, but it’s impossible with the way he’s tied you down

he notices how desperate you are and tells you that if you can make him come, he’ll turn the machine on, and you whine around his dick, causing Johnny to moan at the vibrations

he then puts his phone away, gripping onto your head with both hands and starts fucking into your throat viciously

you can feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, and you hollow out your cheeks to try and bring Johnny closer to the finish line even though tears start streaming down your cheeks from the lack of air

he groans at the sensation of your wet warm mouth tightening around him and tells you that you’re doing so well, letting him fuck your face like this, that you look so good sucking his dick, that he should keep you like this

you moan at the words, and the vibrations send him over

he shoots ropes of cum down your throat, and you take it, drinking it all and letting it warm your stomach

he finally pulls out of your mouth and tucks his softening dick back into his pants, and you stick your tongue out to prove you’ve swallowed all of his cum

at this point, you’ve soaked the machine, and you’re desperate for any stimulation

he smiles and pats the side of your tear-stained cheek and takes a remote out of his pocket and finally turns the machine on

you whimper as the machine vibrates against your clit, and the dildo inside of you starts slowly fucking into you, the tip of the toy bullying your sweet spot

you beg, not sure of what you’re asking, but he seems to know exactly what you want, and he turns up the intensity of the machine

you throw your head back as the vibrations sends your mind reeling, and the dildo starts fucking into you faster

you grind down as best you can into the machine when you feel your orgasm approaching

you’re teetering over the edge, the vibrations going straight through your clit, and the dildo fucking perfectly into you

you look at Johnny, and he’s snapping a picture of you, and you come at the sight, eyes squeezing shut as you ride out your orgasm as best you can

however, the sensation of the vibrator and the dildo fucking into you become too much, and you pull at the ropes, trying to get off

you look at Johnny with watery eyes, and he laughs at you, saying that he’s only hit the second setting on the machine and that there are ten

you can barely process the information before he turns up the intensity another notch, and you start to cry as the machine brings you to another blinding orgasm

your mind goes blank as the orgasm rips through you and a high-pitched whine echoes in the air

he pats your cheek, mocking your dazed look, and then tells you to have fun because you’ve got a long way to go

he then says he’s got some work to finish and takes the remote with him, leaving the room and closing the door behind him

the camera in the corner of the room blinks red, and you can only endure the next hour of the pleasurable torture

he watches you diligently on the camera, work abandoned on his desk as he watches you twitch and grind against the machine in your bondage

he teases himself, dipping his thumb into his slit and stroking his own dick languidly, not letting himself come until you’ve reached the highest setting

you, on the other hand, come over and over again on the machine and can only take it as orgasms tear through your body

soon, your cum is dripping onto the floor, and your mind is barely coherent

you can barely make out a single sound by the time the machine reaches its highest setting, and you let out a silent scream as the pleasure and pain becomes too much

the vibrations finally stop and the dildo stops fucking into you, and you slump over in your position, sweat dripping down your forehead, and tears blurring your vision

you’re nothing but a limp doll as Johnny saunters back into the room and carefully unties you from the machine and your bondage

he carries you effortlessly to the bedroom and wipes at your forehead with a cool damp rag

you’re half-asleep but still twitch uncomfortably as he tries to carefully clean up your sore and sensitive cunt of your cum

he rubs lotion into the red marks where the ropes had scraped against your skin and props you up to have you drink some water and eat some fruit he cut earlier

he leaves for a bit to wipe down the machine, making a note to give it a more thorough cleaning tomorrow, and comes back to the bedroom soon after

he pulls you in close, and you nuzzle into his chest

he whispers into your ear endless praises about how you did so well for him and how beautiful you looked, and it fills your chest with a warm and fuzzy feeling

you both fall asleep in each other’s arms

#tangerine writes #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage smut #international love started playing when i was writing this lol

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themeasureofasim · 2 months

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Here's two different replacements for the base game lab coats because @episims and I seem to have no self control.

First option: umbodylabcoat (TM-EM) replaced with an open lab coat, to match my ufbodylabcoat default. It's a mashup of @deedee-sims 3t2 Esmeralda's Coat and @mdpthatsme 4t2 Pants Dress, with textures by Trapping, Rope and Epi (who made the white coat texture, and also made pockets! 🤩). Around 4K polys (for reference, Maxis lab coat has 2K); has fat morph, but no preg morph.

Download v1: SFS | MEGA Special thanks to Lifa for the age conversion WSOs.

Second option: umbodylabcoat (TM-EM) and ufbodylabcoat (TF-EF) replaced with MDP 4t2 Doctors and @moyokeansimblr age conversions, with new recolours by Epi. Original default is by @lottie-sims but it was for adults only, and replaced only one (out of two) of the AF recolours. Meshes are 4-5K polys and both genders are included in the same package. All morphs.

Download v2: SFS | MEGA

An addon to the replacement above: umbodymadscientist (AM-EM) and ufbodymadscientist (AF-EF) replaced with another recolour of 4t2 Doctors, which is *checks notes* 4t2 GP07 Scientist. Also by Epi! This one is referenced to the labcoat replacement (meshes and shoes texture), so you will need that one (v2).

Download addon: SFS | MEGA

And finally: two versions of the same mod, by Epi. Originally, the two recolours of the lab coat were assigned to sims according to their career level. With this mod (both v1 and v2), sims on the Medicine career will use one of the recolours (green top/shirt if you use these defaults), and sims on the Science career will use the other one. The alternative version of the mod (v2) also makes theorists in the Science career use the mad scientist outfit. Apparently, theorists used to wear some leather jacket? Thank you, Maxis.

Download mod: v1 (SFS) | v2 (SFS) 💥 Choose only one version of the mod (they're clearly labelled). 💥 These mods can be used with these replacements, any other replacement, or no replacement (Maxis lab coats).

That's all, folks! I feel like I have fulfilled my duty as a scientist now XD. In case you can't tell for all the cute Foxfire sims, previews are also by Epi! We hope you enjoy this mess 🧪🔬

#sims 2 download #sims 2 default #default:clothes #i hope i haven't mixed up the links 😬#let me know if i have!

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demonicbaby666 · 8 months

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mommy!regina x reader w a dumbification kink 🥺👉👈

Mama's Girl

Kinktober 2023 | Once Upon a Time Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, light bondage, strap-on use (r!receiving), dumbification, bit of overstimulation, mommy kink, praise.

A/n: I have never written dumbification before so I hope I did not disappoint... Anyways, enjoy!

"It hurts, Mommy," you whine, tugging at the tight rope around your wrist.

"Shhhh," the brunette coos, "I know what's best for you, baby. You know I'll take care of you."

The silicone tip of her cock pushes deeper inside you, and the ardent need to cover her full breasts in your palms has you clasping and unclasping your hands at empty space. The size of her thick strap feels like it's tearing you open, and though it's painful, the tinge of pleasure that comes with bulging faux-textured veins skirting along your tender walls has you throwing your head back into soft cotton pillows.

Regina's name leaves your parted, quivering lips in a drawled moan, ending with a short burst-out cry when she thrusts the rest of her length inside. She's all you know in this moment, all you feel, and it's pure and utter bliss. Your pussy clenches around her, moulding and accommodating to the new-found fullness you're having the pleasure of experiencing. It burns in the best of ways, and you're in dire need of some sort of movement to settle the blinding urge to fuck yourself on the older woman's length.

"Does my baby need something?" Regina smiles brightly at the timid nod she receives but does nothing to alleviate the coiling in your stomach, "Can you use your big girl words and tell me what you want?"

A brief moment passes, and you take this time to look into chestnut eyes. There is a darkness and wanting to be held within the rings of brown, but also patience and understanding. Courage builds from not only knowing but seeing the mayor wants nothing more than to take care of you, so you finally find it within yourself to answer, "I need mommy to make me cum," you whisper, to your chagrin, with a jutted bottom lip and a wimpish fluttering of your eyelids.

Her teeth are exposed as she grins from cheek to cheek, and you can't help but feel your chest rise and the beginnings of a contented smile tug at the corner of your lips. Nothing quite resembles the gratification that comes from being Regina's good girl.

The weight of her body shifts above you as the brunette bends her elbows and lowers herself down to place feather-light kisses all over your face, "You're such a good girl," she praises sweetly.

It's an intimate moment with her smile fierce, prying small giggles from you with her light pecks. That is until she finds your lips. The coddling comes to a swift end as Regina's tongue traces the interior of your mouth, and her hips pick up a steadfast rhythm.

Hard as it is to reciprocate and meet the adventurous swirling muscle, you try. What starts as a somewhat controlled kiss morphs into something messy and crazed, but neither of you seems to mind.

A hand cradles the back of your neck, fingers twirl and play with tangled knots of baby hairs as a series of kisses place the older woman snug in your neck. Each rushed kiss is matched with a hard thrust, and you can feel the pride radiate in Regina's fervour as your head falls back into soft pillows, and she is free to mark her pretty girl's neck as hers.

There's a sense of urgency that steadily creeps into your stomach and sets your hips exponentially rocking in tandem with the jackhammering of Regina's. Her hardened nipples are brushing against your ribs, and it's painstaking having them so close yet so far away from your grasp. You've been kept from touching the older woman this whole evening, and it has been hell.

'Mommy wants to look after you, baby' is what she'd said, but you want the chance to run your hands all over olive skin and massage the doughy expanse of perky breasts.

Despite knowing nothing will come of it, you wrangle with your restraints and beg them to uncoil. It burns as you twist and pull, and accidentally, you let a pained hiss free. Ever attentive, Regina hears and slows down to a halt.

"Don't stop," you beg, offering your best pout, "Please."

"You'll hurt yourself, dear," Regina tutts and scowls at the reddening marks forming over your wrists, "Do you promise to stop being silly by hurting yourself if I continue?"

You solemnly nod and advert your eyes away in shame.

Sensing your discomfort, the older woman places a finger under your chin and forces you to meet her soft gaze, "Use your words, darling." she calmly instructs, lowering her lips to kiss and nib at your neck.

"I promise to stop being silly if you fuck me with your big cock, Mommy," you moan as she descends to nimbly suck on a pert nipple.

Regina smirks against your breast, sits up, and grips tightly to the backs of your thighs. She pushes them forward until the pads of your knees almost touch the sides of your breasts. There isn't enough time to miss the blanketed feel of her upper body upon yours because instantly, the brunette uses her new position to fuck into you unrelentingly fast.

There's no way to tell whether you're screaming out in relief or from the uproar of pleasure surging and pulsing through every single inch of your body. Your toes curl, your stomach muscles tighten, and your legs tremble. Differentiating where you begin and where Regina starts is hopeless; you're inextricably linked as she repeatedly pounds into you.

Her cock, in this new position, slides perfectly along your g-spot. Bouts of electrical currents run a muck with each thrust, and if the slopping sounds of your wet cunt aren't enough to go by, the high-pitched sobs you're unwillingly letting out inform Regina you're already so close.

Wisps of chestnut flyaways sway back and forth as Regina redoubles her efforts. Her bottom lip wedges itself between her teeth, and you can see just where the prominent vein in her head is bulging from effort.

Your whole body is stubborn in continuing to tremble. The sheer might of senses bursting with life is explosive and leads you to fictitiously and wholeheartedly believe the world around you is only now coming fully into focus.

You can feel drops of sweat trickle between the margins of your breasts and merge with others, forming beads of exertion to canopy the full expanse of your heated skin.

You can smell the air, permeated with salt, faint hints of expensive perfume hidden under the musky aroma of sex.

You can taste tasteless lipstick residue over your tongue - waxy and slippery.

You can see Regina above you, beautiful, ethereal and goddess-like, her hips skilfully rucking back and forth as she rocks the bed with each forceful thrust into you.

You can hear the bed creek and the frame fighting to withstand the sheer mass of the brunette's need to make this the most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced.

"Cum for mommy, princess." Regina breathily grunts, each word broken by a harsh thrust of her cock fucking into you, "Make a mess all over mommy's cock."

Her heavy breathing mingles with your own, and a series of filthy moans, grunts and whimpers are exchanged. Regina lets go of the headboard with one hand and rests her palm flat over your sex. Her thumb moves to cover your throbbing clit, and with both haste and gentleness, she circles the sensitive bud.

"I'm going to cum, mommy, I'm going to cum, mommy!" You chant over and over again until the floodgates burst open with Regina's hips slapping against your ass and the distant sound of you screaming out her name.

With a force so strong it feels as though you may break your spine, your chest springs upwards as scorching flames burst free from the pits of your stomach all the way to the tip of your head. You're being catapulted into the night sky as visions of stars dance around the room.

Regina continues her ministrations till you topple head first into a second preemptive orgasm, and tears are welling in your eyes from the overflowing pleasure surmounting.

Not until your vision clears and you return to your body do you realise you've soaked the sheets underneath you, both in sweat and arousal.

"I'm sorry I made a mess, mommy," you timidly say, shying away from the brunette's gaze.

"It's okay," Regina smirks and kisses down the juncture of your breasts before locking onto you again, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Looks like I'll have to clean my baby up."

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monstas1ut · 9 months

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Empty Headed

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x black!reader

Summary

__ +18 bratty!black!reader gets her guts rearranged after finally ticking off her husband, now she’s all dumb off of her husband’s dick with drool coming out of her mouth and eyes rolled in the back of her head.. and Byakuya could care less.

Content

__ black!reader, female!reader, rough!Byakuya, reader makes Byakuya a meanie pants, choking, choking with a tie, dirty talk, squirting, doggystyle, clothed sex, dumbification, oral, “good girl” once or twice, choking, overstimulation, no condom y’all are married, lace front malfunction :(

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

__ I’m back, my bad y’all

Those prominent veins were like tree roots deep in an ethereal forest. The way they connected, the raised texture of them, and the way they felt against your brown skin was heavenly. Byakuya Kuchiki had the prettiest attributes, and his veins were one of them. And as his perfect little wife, you’ve managed to memorize all of the Kuchiki heir’s perfectly natural attributes. The way his hair felt, the way his face showed little to no expression even when happy, and the way his veins would flex even more when he’d get all angry…

Who knew that the veins on his cock also protruded when his anger released above the surface. And as a perfect little wife, you had to memorize that too.

But that wasn’t all that hard when his pretty cock was stuck in the back of your throat.

The sweet taste of Byakuya’s slick precum edged you on as your tongue felt the underside of his unforgiving cock. Proportionate, long, and pretty. Those three words summed up your husband’s cock. It was pale, a contrast to your pretty brown sugar kissed skin. It was a contrast to those dark lined, glossy lips that were wrapped around it. And Byakuya loved it. Truthfully, he couldn’t get enough, and this was the exact moment to take advantage.

“Prove to me that you will cease every bit of attitude when I’m done with you, and If I sense anything other than obedience, I will corrupt your body without any remorse.”

Only loud breaths remained. Ropes of slimy saliva connected from the pink cock tip to your plump lips. Arousal hit right between your legs once Byakuya spoke to you in such a manner, and you couldn’t help but make it worse. And with bared lips and a brattish expression, you completely ignored his efforts at cutting this short. You’ve already sparked his flame at a formal event, and now you’re playing this absurd game.

Byakuya didn’t have time for it.

“Such blatant ignorance. You absolutely disgust me when you act this way. No matter, you won’t be able to act in such a manner when your pretty head is empty am I right…?” Byakuya’s voice rumbled from the depths of hell. His care and regard for your feelings dispersed into thin air the second you agreed with your conscience on being a slutty brat. The royal didn’t care anymore, he only cared about setting his woman straight, because she’s obviously lost her mind.

And with a cocky smirk etching onto your face, all while you were on your knees, you managed to try to talk. Even if you were being disciplined in this thin-walled hotel room, you still managed to conjure up the audacity… “Fuck-..”

Unfortunately it was cut short, and the thin lace that was glued to the skin on your hairline felt an enormous amount of tugging when Byakuya’s large, elegant hands gripped at the long, wavy hair. Both sides were balled up in his fists, and he pulled you forward as if you bore horns. Then, his pretty pink cockhead forced its way into your wide mouth just to shut you up once again.

“It was a rhetorical question, darling… or are you already more empty headed than before…?”

Cold as his words were, you definitely decided that you deserved this. After the raunchy attitude at the main floor, Byakuya managed to shoot a few looks your way. These looks did nothing but make it worse, and in all honesty, you knew what you were doing. But you figured the Kuchiki heir was going to drop it and go on about the day.

Being dragged back to the luxurious hotel room only to be brain fucked wasn’t anything you would’ve thought of. Byakuya’s mentality wasn’t like that, but as you drooled and breathed in with much trouble, you were obviously wrong. The feeling of Byakuya’s rock hard cock slipping down your throat with each passing thrust was exhilarating. It brought life to your pussy in many new ways. The roughness, the way he spoke, and his eyes. His dark colored eyes showed dominance that made your e/c irises turn into plump hearts.

“That’s a good girl… There's obviously potential for you to act sensible.” Byakuya hissed, his eyebrows only slightly furrowing with pained annoyance. Yet, watching you gag on his well endowed cock was soothing it oh so slowly but surely. He adored the way your eyes would squeeze shut with tears. He adored the way it sounded when his cock would hit the back of your throat. And to be honest, he’d love to hear more of your pathetic struggling. But the formal celebration needed him to speak soon, and Byakuya couldn’t miss it just for your behavior.

In a snap, you felt like you could barely breathe. The urge to gag and choke was so intense that you began to whine and flail just a little. Byakuya is usually so gentle when handling you, but the fact that your lips were touching his pelvis was indescribable. His long cock was digging deep into your soul, and you felt so dumb for liking it. Your pussy was so wet right now that it seeped through the white sundress that caressed your curves. It was a simple pairing to Byakuya’s suit which was black and white.. and he looked damn good when he finally released your bundles and leaned back to watch you struggle to breathe with saliva and precum spilling softly out of your mouth.

“Contain yourself.. speak and you will not leave this room today..” His words were like knives, but the way he said it felt like a shadow monster waiting to strike. It had given you trembles, and you obeyed him graciously. While sitting there on the cold floor, you were already regretting your actions prior. With how Byakuya’s cock was still leaking precum and pulsating.. you were in for it.

Those same bulging veins greeted you with dangerous intent. Byakuya’s soft, lengthy fingers pulled lazily at his black silky tie before he began removing his suit jacket. The idea wasn’t to completely wreck you, but as the taste of your suffering touched him, he wanted more.

“Clean it up, love…” Your husband was practically chuckling even if he didn’t fully express it. His hands gripped at his tie with thoughts roaming his filled brain. Lustful eyes stared down at you while your pretty acrylic nails glistened around his cock. Your mouth slurped up the naughty combination of precum and spit while bobbing your head eagerly. This caused Byakuya’s spicy moan to release from his throat. He’s been keeping quiet, but as he neared his orgasm, he couldn’t resist.

Byakuya didn’t want to cum just yet though.

Both of your hands were around that pretty cock, saliva dripping down your chin once again as your lips caressed him up and down. You barely even noticed the silky fabric that was being wrapped around your neck. However, the feeling of being forced off his cock was surprising. It made you gasp loudly as the thick cock slapped against your face once you let it free.. your hand eventually made its way back around it before you started to caress it against your face.

“Want it…Baby please…” it sounded like a purr, and Byakuya couldn’t resist. You might’ve been a brat today, but as he looked at you with your struggling lace, dried up spit on your chin, he only wanted to be inside of you. “Beg once more…” Byakuya’s voice sounded even more husky than before, his sharp eyes staring deep into yours.

“Please.. Baby, I want your dick so bad..”

Byakuya truly loved when you’d talk dirty to him, he absolutely loved it. He didn’t know for sure if it was the fact that you were bold or if you really just turned drunk over his cock. Either way, he loved it so much that he decided to stand up. His eyes didn’t leave you, especially since you looked so tempting while looking up at him like this. But with swift movement and your arms reaching up, Byakuya’s picked you up and took you to the hotel bed that was just the right height…

Now, Byakuya rarely puts you in doggystyle, it’s not sensual to him. However, he still wanted to teach you a lesson. So as you put your knees on the bed and leaned forward into a sweet arch, Byakuya’s hand already grabbed the tie that was still around your neck… and to think you forgot about it.

The feeling of your oxygen slightly being cut off made your pussy drool even more. His body was right behind yours and he didn’t hesitate to slide the long dress up to your torso. It revealed a pretty black thong that disappeared nicely in between your cheeks. To be honest, Byakuya didn’t care about body.. but the way your pretty brown skin was under this light… and the way your ass jiggled. He barely could contain his excitement. The heir couldn’t even control how fast he pressed his tip against your clit when he pulled the fabric to the side.

“I am going to fuck you. I am not going to make love to you because you do not deserve it… However, I do love you my dear, even if it’ll feel as if I think of you as nothing..”

Each word gave you a shock through your spine, each word felt like spikes under your feet. It all felt scary in a way because you’ve never heard your husband speak this way.. and frankly, he’s always called sex : ‘making love’. Byakuya saying he was going to fuck you made this experience all the more blood rushing. But you had no choice but to keep your back arched and control your breathing, because as Byakuya pulled you back by that silky tie, you slid right onto his pale cock. Your brown pussy opened right up for him, and your eyes widened before hazily staring at the bed frame in front of you.

“Don’t… Dont move” As calm and relaxed as Byakuya may seem, he cannot explain how hard it was to keep his orgasm at bay. Everytime he slides inside your tight pussy, he finds himself fighting against his own cock. It caused him to tighten the tie, which caused a chain reaction to your insides which also gripped around him. “You only make things more difficult… but yet, I am still married to you because I have a tendency to gain a high from your actions..”

Byakuya sounded ashamed of himself, but it went away in a swift fashion before the gushy sounds of your cunt started to echo. That sweet, pale cock was slowly maneuvering through you in slow strokes. The tiny ring of pre-cum was at the fair base of Byakuya’s cock now, however it was getting worse. With your wet pussy leaking all between your legs and his cock, the bed was slightly soaked.

“A-Ah~…B-Bya… kuya… fuck”

With a moan following the harsh swear word, Byakuya wrapped the tie around his fist once as he slightly leaned back to watch your fat brown ass take over his pelvis each time it would hit it. “Won’t my bratty wife talk filthy to me…? I’m sure she will.. yes?” With furrowed eyebrows, Byakuya shivered. His cock felt the pulsing around it, and the moans exiting from you made him release his own husky moans. His pretty, long, raven colored hair draped over your ass as he watched it bounce.

“Yes~… choke me more~… M’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard on that Dick… just keep… keep chokin’ me please~…” So pathetic you sounded, and Byakuya loved it, he ached for you to sound slutty. Sure, on the outside it seemed as if you both were all so classy and expensive, but when that door shuts it’s completely different. Byakuya urges you to lose it. He adores watching your pussy stretch out for him, and he loves when your pretty e/c eyes roll back before whining… because that’s when he knows you’re going to cum all over him.

And Byakuya loves a good mess.

“You do know it’s not over until you make a bit of a mess… right?” Byakuya practically demanded you to agree at the end, his breath running away from him as he let go of the tie, feeling as if it wasn’t doing as much justice as he wanted it to. And those elegant hands of his took hold of your neck, both of them. Oh did your pussy squirt the second he squeezed and pushed your head into that bed.

“Ah! Ah!… S-Stop… Fuck! Oh fuck~…”

Nothing but hearts were in your eyes, again. It felt like you lost vision and lost all ability to breathe as Byakuya’s cock went almost lightning fast. His hips snapped against your tight core, fighting against the pressure as your pussy gushed the honeyed substance on his cock and the hotel bed. Byakuya was purposely overstimulating your poor pussy as you struggled out moans. He didn’t care if you were all worn out and tired from the extreme orgasm, it just began.

“As you should remember… you have no authority to tell me to stop as of now. I also remember asking you to stop being a brat. You failed to listen, my dear..” Byakuya might have been a little harsh, but his words didn’t falter. He immediately turned you over on your back, his hands pulling down the top of your dress to show your pretty, darker brown areolas.

“I now will fail to listen to you as I use you like a pathetic toy” Byakuya’s voice smoothed over your ears as he leaned down gently. His hands slowly ran under your thighs before pushing them forward very harshly. Byakuya couldn’t help it, your pussy was so gorgeous like this, your body looked so precious like this. And the way his eyes trailed over your body, it made you feel just like prey. “It’s in my fucking guts… kuya…” you sharply moaned as the feeling of his cock slid right back inside of you. He pushed your legs open more with his arms as his hands were now against the bed.

“Byakuya~” with hazy eyes and drool sliding down your face, you listened to everything. Everything sounded absolutely raw. The bed frame hitting the wall, your skin slapping together, your whiny moans, his light groans, and your sloppy pussy all made this better. Curling your white toes as they stayed in those pretty open heels , golden just like your brown skin. This was the most submissive you’ve ever appeared, and the Kuchiki heir loved it.

“Damn it…” although rare, Byakuya did have to curse, it slipped merely because of your existence. He couldn’t fathom being with someone else even with your bratty little attitude. You just needed his cock, and it straightened you up. All you needed was to be pounded into, breasts bouncing prettily all with your mouth open. His veins up against your walls was all you needed right now. It made you feel dumb because that’s all you could think about.. your husband and his veiny pale cock that was beating your pussy in.

Byakuya’s cock never went this fast inside of you, and it was evident because you couldn’t handle it. With unstable moans and the constant looks at Byakuya waiting for him to give you a break, it was obvious. You kept holding your head up with a pleading face, your legs could barely stay open by themselves which is why his arms were there for support. You couldn’t even tell what was going on anymore. Everything was going blank and your mind was cock filled.

You were dumb off his cock.

Your pretty eyes rolled with furrowed eyebrows, giving Byakuya a rush. He knew he himself was close to cumming, and he could feel your insides trying to push him out. “M’gonna cum… M’gonna cum all over that fuckin dick , kuya…” you gasped in between, unable to try and stop your orgasm from peaking so hard. “Let me feel it..”

There was no need in telling you another time. Your next orgasm came rushing as you squeezed hard around him. His jaw clenched before letting out a string of clearly heard moans. His white, thick cum splashed your walls that color, and it was so far inside that when he filled you up, barely any came flowing out. His cum was so sticky and he had a good amount that came out.

You both continued to ride this high, and your whines and whimpers made it hard to not gain another hard on.

“I’m sorry.. I’m fucking sorry Kuya, baby…” you pleaded as you finally took that last heavy breath and you laid back completely. Your thighs were now able to be closed because he let you. His heart was racing just as fast, mainly because he couldn’t believe he treated you like this. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but he still felt a tiny bit bad.

That was mainly because you looked a bit messy now, gorgeous, but you couldn’t go back to the event looking this way. Not with a lifted lace, broken nail, and a dripping mess… but it made him smirk nonetheless.

“Apology accepted. Now, I’ll be going back to give out my speech. Behave, and do not move… I’ll be back… and if you listen, I’ll make love to you..”

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(T)LBB Lucilla 4t2 EP06 Vest Denim (Top Only) - 2.6k poly

Requested by @alderlockathenaeum-blog! Conversion of Lucilla's 4t2 EP06 Vest Denim to the LBB and TLBB shapes. All swatches included (see picture 2). Categorized for Everyday and Outerwear (because I thought it made sense). No morphs and not BSOK'd. TLBB available as standalone files or repo'd to LBB.

Download LBB & TLBB EP06 Vest Denim Standalone: SFS Download LBB & TLBB EP06 Vest Denim Repo: SFS

(T)LBB Rope Jeans Nike Dunks (Bottom Only) - 8.7k poly

And what good are denim jackets without some pants to go with them? I've wanted to convert the Rope Jeans forever and just never did, though I did stick the shoes on some other pants. So I swapped in the 4t2 MMSims Dunks Low shoes, which I got from Shoeswap of 4t2 EP06BagggyPants by @megamassikalove. Jean textures are a mix of Memento's originals and @moocha-muses Studded Jeans. Categorized as Everyday and Outerwear. No morphs and not BSOK'd. TLBB available as standalone files or repo'd to LBB.

Download LBB & TLBB Rope Jeans Nike Dunks Standalone: SFS Download LBB & TLBB Rope Jeans Nike Dunks Repo: SFS

Cool stuff alert: This is also a soft launch for a Stuff Packs-worth of TLBB content I've been working on behind-the-scenes. Not sure the WSO will ever be ready, but keep an eye out for these downloads after I finish up another request.

Credits to Syn for the LBB and TLBB shapes, Lucilla, megamassikalove, Memento, and Moocha for the meshes and recolors, and Lifa for the WSO actions.

Let me know if you run into any issues! It's very possible I made a mistake somewhere. And if you like this, check my #sims 2 bodyshapes tag for more LBB outfits.

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 month

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Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 6 (smexy times ahead)

To Kara’s surprise, steak dinner happens at Lena’s apartment. From how little Lena has shared so far, she’d expected to wait weeks or months to see where Lena lives. It’s not until she arrives that Kara realizes exactly why Lena is so willing to let Kara into her inner sanctum.

It’s completely void of personality.

Well, Kara allows, it could be that a lack of personality could be a personality in itself. And there are photos, but they all feature Lena and her crew. All smiling– all recent. Nothing to suggest Lena had a life before National City. She spies a punching bag in one corner, but the rest of the furniture is worn and basic, suggesting the place had come pre-furnished by a landlord who didn’t particularly care about aesthetics. It’s spartan and plain– forthright in a way that actually fits Lena. Still…

Kara wishes the space could have given her a better look at Lena’s inner life.

The kitchen, at least, is functional enough. Enough that Lena is able to season and sear her steaks to perfection, with some fresh asparagus sauteeing on a side burner. And she does it all with a smile, chatting with Kara as well as she had on the way home. A capable multitasker, Kara notes, though it’s less than surprising.

Lena seems incapable of being incapable at anything.

The meal is served up on non-descript plates– at least they’re ceramic and not paper, and Lena does lower the overhead lights to set the mood. Kara moans when the first bite of steak hits her tongue. Moist and savory and perfectly seasoned, it puts anything she herself could have made to shame. The asparagus is also perfectly softened without being mushy, retaining enough of its texture to allow for a bit of a crunch at the center.

“Are you sure the Army didn’t put you on the chow line? This is delicious!” Kara groans.

Lena smirks, taking a sip of her wine. “You think ‘chow’ tastes like this?” An arch eyebrow dispels that notion. “Nah. Not so much.”

“Well, wherever it comes from, color me amazed and impressed.”

Kara takes another large–too large– bite, and has to spend several quiet moments chewing her way through it. When she swallows– still too large– she tilts her head.

“Is there anything you’re not good at?”

Lena’s eyes warm with mirth, but takes a moment to consider.

“Jumping rope.” Lena shrugs. “I hate it. Can’t stand it.”

“But you can do it?”

Lena waves away the answer.

“Then it doesn’t count!”

Lena laughs. “Alright, alright… um. Okay. I can’t draw to save my life.”

It’s a surprisingly candid answer. “Really?”

Lena nods. “Any required art classes were passed on charm alone.”

Kara grins. Lena eyes her suspiciously.

“What?”

For a moment, they play a game of silent chicken as Kara waits for Lena to say the words, and Lean waits for Kara to confess what she already suspects. Finally, Lena caves.

“You’re an artist, aren’t you.”

Kara laughs, tickled by the suspicion at odds with the twinkle in Lena’s eye. “Maybe…” she draws out, unable to help the taunt. She relents when Lena’s eyebrow climbs dangerously close to her hairline. “Okay, fine. Yeah. I am. Kind of. At least, I was.”

“You were?”

“Not much opportunity to flex my brush skills on a cop’s schedule,” she deflects, unwilling to dull the mood with the somber reality. If Lena suspects the deeper reason, she gives no indication.

Instead, she tilts her head. “Well, I’d like to see some of your work, sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lena confirms. “If you’re willing to share, of course. No pressure.” She takes another sip of her wine. “I just know that anything you do would be amazing.”

Lena’s voice is low and throaty, and Kara senses the shift to a mood far more intimate than playful banter. “In that case, you would be right,” Kara confirms, leaning forward across the table. “Play your cards right, and I’ll prove it to you. Again.”

“Uh uh,” Lena returns, leaning to meet Kara midway across the table. She pecks a tantalizing kiss to Kara’s lips. “Tonight is my turn to go first.”

“Oooh,” Kara purrs. “I don’t mind the sound of that.”

She plays a light drumroll on Lena’s ass as she clears the dishes, which only receive a quick rinse before being forgotten in the sink. Lena’s attention turns to Kara, who feels the weight of her focus like a planar shift. The rest of the world ceases to exist, narrowing to the two of them alone.

They haven’t even reached the threshold of Lena’s bedroom before warm lips caress the skin of her neck. Her flesh prickles with goosebumps, a frisson of desire coursing through her. She wants this, and the flutter of nerves in her belly only heightens her anticipation. She’s never wanted anything– or anyone– as much as she wants this, wants Lena. She doesn’t know what Lena has in store for her, and doesn’t quite know how her body will react to her ministrations. If her current arousal is anything to go by, Kara suspects she might not survive what’s to come. And she’s perfectly fine with that.

Lena guides her with gentle hands to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, Kara thinks she’ll sit on her lap, like the last time on her couch. But instead, Lena lays her back, leaning over her with a muscled arm holding her up.

“Tell me what you want,” Lena murmurs between slow languid kisses. Kara whimpers into her mouth, making Lena’s lips curl in a smile against hers. “That’s not an answer, love.”

For a moment, Kara struggles to think, but Lena doesn’t relent in her ministrations. It takes long minutes of nearly losing herself in the sensations before she manages to conjure her wish.

“Let’s go slow.” she murmurs.

Lena pauses immediately, but Kara keeps her from pulling away by cupping her cheek. Lena gazes into her eyes, studying her to understand the meaning behind her words. Then, slowly, a low fire sparks deep in her gaze.

“How slow, exactly,” she asks, low and silky.

Kara lifts her chin to kiss her. “As slow as possible.”

Nodding her understanding, Lena runs a velvet touch up under Kara’s shirt; slow enough to count each and every rib. “And where would you like to start?”

Breath hitching when Lena hits a sensitive spot just under Kara’s breast, Kara tries to blink her way to at least partial coherency.

“Do you have a vibrator?” she gasps.

Lena nods, nuzzling Kara’s ear. “Excellent idea, darling.”

Finally, Kara releases herself to the experience. Lena takes her time with her, going deliciously slow as she raises Kara’s shirt by inches, kissing every exposed bit skin on her way. Not just kissing. Licking, nibbling, suckling. She lingers on Kara’s breasts, brushing her thumbs over pebbled nipples as she diverts back to Kara’s lips.

Slowly but surely, Kara’s skin heats with pleasure. But when her breath starts to quicken, Lena draws herself away. Without Lena’s body heat against her, chill air washes over her, making her groan. She squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.

“Now, now,” Lena tsks. “I want you to watch.”

Kara’s eyes fly open, and she props herself up on her elbows to watch as Lena unbuttons the fly of her jeans. Her fingers dip beneath her waistband, and Kara’s breath goes ragged in her chest. But just as smoothly as they slide under, they slip back out, and Lena shimmies out of her pants.

She kicks them aside as soon as she steps out of them, and Kara is left to ogle smooth, tones legs. Lena may not match Kara for height, but her legs are long and packed with muscle. Kara’s mouth goes dry.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Kara mutters.

Lena saunters closer, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Well, hopefully he won’t be the one fucking tonight.”

She tilts Kara’s chin up. Kara lets her mouth gape, just enough for Lena to see the invitation and take it. Her tongue slides over Kara’s, then curls languorously up and along the roof of Kara’s mouth. She sucks against Kara’s upper lip as she withdraws, and Kara lists after her when she sits back on Kara’s knees.

“Do you want to see more?” Lena croons.

Kara swallows thickly. “All of it,” she croaks. “I want to see all of you.”

Lena smiles, pleased with her response. She grips the hem of her shirt with her fingertips, and slowly begins to pull it up, up, up over her abdomen, her breasts, and finally her head. Dark hair flows through the neck opening, swishing around Lena’s bare shoulders. When Lena’s fingers move to her bra, all higher function vacates Kara’s brain. The little strip tease that follows sends bolts of arousal down through Kara’s core, pooling between her legs. Soon, only Lena’s underwear remains.

When Lena twists to deposit her bra on the pile with the rest of her abandoned clothing, Kara catches sight of a dark smudge on Lena’s ribs, but it flashes out of sight and out of mind when Lena turns her attention back to her.

Thankfully, Lena makes quicker work of Kara’s own pants. Soon Kara is completely and enthusiastically nude, and Kara notes that Lena makes no mention of how wet she is. Kara’s glad for it– she suspects it will be her default state whenever Lena’s eyes take on this sort of glint.

She jumps when the first rumble of the vibrator tickles the inside of her thigh. She inhales through her teeth, and is answered by a palm pressing flatly against her labia and clit.

“Easy,” Lena coaxes. Her lips still smirk though. “Don’t want you getting worked up too soon, do we?”

The even pressure on her groin eases some of the edge that had been building within her, and she manages to take a breath that relieves any more. Even so, she knows that once Lena gets to work with the vibrator, she would be hard pressed to draw this out as long as she hoped she could.

Lena isn’t one to disappoint. She plays Kara like a fiddle, taking her tantalizingly close to edge after edge, before drawing her back down again and again. Her technique is expert– the vibrator seems to trace patterns everywhere but her clit. Her labia, her bikini line, even the bottom edge of her belly. Sometimes, when Kara lingers too long on one edge, a warm tongue soothes her clit, dulling the hungry ache.

“Hanging in there?” Lena checks in once Kara stops squirming.

“Barely,” Kara gasps, panting.

“You are so hot,” Lena purrs. “You’re doing so good.”

That alone almost almost pitches Kara over the precipice. She curls her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth. “Soon,” she warns.

“Just say the word, baby. I’ll get you there.”

Lena starts again, taking her time tracing more patterns around her ultimate destination. Slowly, inevitably, the pressure building to unprecedented heights. Kara’s never been attended to like this, never been read so plainly, so intuitively. It’s as though Lena has already memorized her body, chasing every sensitive part of her with expert precision until even the ebb aches as deliciously as the flow.

When Lena brings the vibrator closer to her clit than she has so far, Kara cracks.

“Now!” she gasps.

The vibrator has hardly touched her clit when Kara hurtles over. She can’t help the cry that escapes her, loud and long and desperate. She’s never made a sound like this before. She doesn’t realize Lena hasn’t moved the vibrator before she’s tipping into a second orgasm, then a third. The last lingers for long, long seconds and only then do the vibrations cease.

The whine that Kara issues is inhuman to her own ears, but Lena only chuckles as she climbs up to check on her.

“Still conscious?”

Kara grunts plaintively, as her fingers slowly release the sheets.

“That was– whoah!”

Lena’s exclamation is swallowed by Kara’s mouth on hers, lunging for a kiss before full conscious thought has even returned. Lena melts into it, letting the kiss deepen and last until Kara is the one to break it.

“Amazing,” she finishes Lena’s sentence for her. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Lena’s cheeks flush under the praise. “And you,” she returns, “are a glutton for punishment. You lasted longer than I thought you would. Much longer.” She licks Kara’s upper lip so sensually, it almost makes Kara ask for another round. Almost. “Good girl.”

Kara sighs. “I don’t know if I can return the favor,” she confesses. It kills her to say it, but she barely feel her toes. Lena laughs. “I’m sorry…”

“Please,” Lena dismisses, still laughing. “That’s possibly the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Kara blinks. “Ever?”

“Ever,” Lena confirms. She smiles, her eyes warm and full of comfort as she gazes down at Kara. “How about an early night then?”

A sigh escapes Kara. “That sounds…”

“Amazing?” Lena teases.

“Yeah,” Kara confirms contentedly. “Amazing.”

#supercorp #blue and fire engine red #smexy times #Kara gets her turn #I hope you all like it #pls give me your thoughts #wanna make sure its worth continuing

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