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Mina / LeFaye She/Vae, but just she is fine

System Co-host, fairly active alter, and the one essentially holding our existence together. I’ve been around for a very long time, and have a fairly coherent identity.

Some details about me:

I love birds and ornithology, video games (favorites being The Witcher 3 and Red Dead Redemption II), the color yellow, historical preservation, gothic horror, and books.

Bottom leaning switch, and generally the most vanilla kink wise of the people who post here. Light bondage, honorifics, overstimulation, mild sensory deprivation, and what I would consider mild monsterfucking. I also consider myself a classic femme aesthetic wise, and have a soft spot for butches with a vintage aesthetic.

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Intro Post, ReVamped

A bit of a long one, but here we go!

This is an 18+/kink blog shared by multiple members of a DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) system with similar gender and sexuality alignments (all sapphic femmes). While the Host has their own blog, this is for people whose identities are fairly different from the host to post about our personal NSFW interests.

Bodily 18+, diagnosed, disabled transmasc lesbian

Search #Introposts to find further introductions on each active alter, but below is a list of a few alters, and a few details.

Mina / Lefaye - She/neos, bottom leaning switch lesbian, acespec. #Mina’s Posts

Philippa - She/her, top leaning switch lesbian. #Montecalvo’s Dungeon

Lucy!! - She/Her, switch, bisexual. #Lucy Posting

DNI Men, Minors, Transphobes, TERFs/TIRFs, Feederism Kink Blogs. I block as I wish.

Our dms and ask box are always open, and while we bite (when asked) we love talking to new folks!!

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Karlach has two hands!!

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Emotionally I’m looking for a femme or two to wear flowy dresses with and live in an old castle while drinking the blood of men together and making out while covered in the maroon life-giving ichor. You can find me in the closest Victorian graveyard if interested

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Here goes nothing. Let’s see if Tumblr will remove it. x’D

Some Yennaia for everyone. x3 You can also find me on Twitter: @PANTieStalker

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More Jedi!AU, this time taking a dive into nsfw waters:

Jedi Master Tissaia was captured by slave traders in a mission gone awry, and was about to be auctioned off to the highest bidding crime lord when her student Yennefer showed up. In the few days that Tissaia went missing Yennefer had steeled herself for the worst scenario, had dreaded how her Master must have fared in captivity, yet nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Tissaia in such... flashy clothing.

A sketch of her back muscle since @ehay was interested.

And more silly steamy doodles on what happened afterwards on the rescue ship back to Coruscant, and also long after that. Note: nsfw content, you know the drill, type "yes" to access only if you are over 18 years old.

A preview:

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Raphaella: hey, so Doc-

Carmilla: I know what you’re about to say, and the answer is no.

Raphaella: [whiny] but it’s for sciiiiiience, you’re an unethical scientist, you should understand!

Carmilla: No, final answer.

Raphaella has an extensive collection of blood samples she's taken from the crew and a variety of beings from the planets they visit. She mostly uses them for tests and experiments, but the other Mechs can take certain samples if they fill out the proper paperwork and get her approval.

Nearly every "checkout" is because Ivy likes to write in blood sometimes for the aesthetic.

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it’s so like funny/sweet/sad when a girl is self conscious over her objectively sexy traits. like “oh my legs are too hairy” “i’m too tall” “my thighs are jiggly” “i have too much stubble” “my hands are too big” bestie. bestie shut the fuck up i am kissing you with tongue

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listen, how about me pulling out our biggest strap, long and thick, we both know you can barely take the tip, sweetheart, and I can see your eyes getting wide just seeing it

so why don't you get on all your fours, sweetheart, present for me, ass high, gave pressed into pillows, show me your pretty hole

I promise it'll be just the tip, my love, as always, just wanna see how you can stretch around it, how it makes you feel so full you're dripping down it

and i work the tip in you slowly, until I hear your soft moans, angel

and oh god, you look so beautiful like this, stretching around me, wanting more of me inside you, just begging me for it

love, i can't hold myself back

at this point you're pinned under me and you can't move, you are all mine, darling

I need to be inside you, love, all of me, and you are gonna take it, babe

I'm gonna make you take it, darling, I'm gonna make it so good for you, I promise

fuck, sweetheart, hearing your moans and soft please, oh god, I am almost there, almost fully inside, I wish you could see yourself, opening for me, stretching around me, so so beautiful, baby

isn't this better than just a tip, love?

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Phil the Devil 3

And Sheala’s Reaction.

Not gonna lie, I’m Exactly like Sheala whenever I’m drawing Our Gay Queen Philippa Fucking Eilhart.

If you repost please give credit :D

Tumblr: @uselessfanboy

Ig: @belzebulbing

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Philippa, Sheala and Triss

Hope you like it.

Sorry for bad quality, and if you repost please give credits @belzebulbing @uselessfanboy

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all three of them are scarily intelligent. i feel like there are a lot of heated discussions about science and other important topics. well, that is until rita gets tired of this and decides she needs to get laid.

Rita is, of course, the person BLAMED for the eventual descent into fucking on the kitchen table that many of their more intellectual discussions devolve into. And she takes at least partial credit for that, because she definitely finds intelligence sexy, which is why she is dating two incredibly prickly geniuses with questionable morals and emotional abilities.

However, she insists that it’s her fault only around half the time. The other half can be blamed solidly on both Tissaia and Philippa being both very intent on starting debates but refusing to lose them. Of course, the thing about debates is they’re sort of structured so that there’s a winner and a loser. Rita will try to address this by picking an absolutely ridiculous position to valiantly defend until everyone is laughing too hard to argue, like how when Philippa and Tissaia were arguing about the existence of extraterrestrial life and Rita decided to insist that not only did aliens exist, but actually they were living among us as dolphins. This was, of course, so ludicrous yet said so seriously that both Philippa and Tissaia were distracted from their argument to make sure that Rita had not somehow melted her brain with wine. However, this strategy does not always work.

When it doesn’t work, that is usually when the person who thinks they might actually have to admit their opponent was right will rage quit, usually by ripping the other person’s shirt off and shutting them up by kissing them.

Rita is always delighted when this happens. Tissaia always bitches about disinfecting the kitchen after, but she never tries to shut the post-debate fuckfest down, so she can’t mind that much.

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Felt like a good writer...

There are arms around her waist and calloused fingertips tracing maps over her stomach. Each touch cruising over paths taken and paths her lover has followed with her tongue, crossing over spots she’s kissed, creating ripples of pleasurable warmth over Yennefer’s skin. The sensation coursing to the tips of her being. Renfri’s other hand holding firm over her heart, breaths long and deep dragging passed the skin on the back of her neck.

It’s here pressed into the woman behind her that she feels most secure. At one point in her life Yennefer had thought there was nowhere safer than the expanse of a man’s chest and near suffocating wrap of his embrace.

But instead she discovered the deepest comfort with her ear up against Renfri’s breast as she listened of each beat of the woman’s heart. Felt strongest when being held by the firm, perfect shape of Renfri’s muscular arms. Felt the most pleasure with Renfri’s fingers dancing delicately over the inside of her thighs, painting Yennefer with her own blush and every bruise sucked into her flesh.

Yennefer felt most secure encased in the warmth of a woman’s love, Renfri’s skin on hers, hair tousled, fingers grasping…

“What are you thinking about?” Renfri murmurs, voice low with drowsiness, drawing Yennefer from her thoughts.

“Not much,” Yennefer answers.

Renfri hums, a doubtful note to the sound. “Was it me?” She asks and there’s a cocky lilt to her voice like she knew she took up more of Yennefer’s thoughts than she’d any right to. Though really, Yennefer had never actually succeeded in pushing the woman out once she’d come in. After the first time they’d spoken, touched, and departed Yennefer had remained suspended with the woman inside her. Like a piece of Renfri’s soul had been placed behind her ribcage to keep and protect. A perpetual, unending presence that refused to leave her. The only problem being how quickly Yennefer fell in love with it.

Yennefer breathes in deeply, sighing in exhale like she’s exasperated and says, “Yes.”

Renfri smiles into her hair, “I knew it,” she says triumphantly, arms tightening slightly, possessively over Yennefer’s form, “Anything in particular?” she adds with a suggestive lilt, the hand on Yennefer’s stomach beginning to move just a little lower.

Yennefer shifts, making the woman holding her loosen her grip as Yennefer turns around.

Renfri’s fingers twine themselves around her back, thumb brushing over her lower spine. She raises her hands to trace the curves of her lover’s face with a kind of reverence she didn’t know she could feel for anyone, “I was thinking I felt safest here.”

Renfri’s eyes widen, the prior drowsiness evaporating from her eyes like morning fog off a meadow. Yennefer’s words seem to have a paralyzing effect with how quickly Renfri freezes and her muscles tense. Her moss green eyes widen and her lips open around words that have yet to reach her tongue. Yennefer watches silently as incrementally Renfri accepts what she said.

Renfri has always felt like a monster despite everything that’s happened to her, despite how human she’s proven herself to be on multiple occasions. For someone to feel safest with her of all people —especially someone like Yennefer who is effectively disarmed— likely had her internally coming up with all the reasons such a statement was made of ignorance instead of any kind of genuine affection.

Her accepting what Yennefer said is one of the deeper expressions of both trust and love that Renfri feels towards her. It sets her heart alight, heating her to the core while Renfri’s features finally settle into mesmerized bewilderment.

“I don’t understand you,” Renfri eventually whispers, arms tightening again, one of her hands raising to bury itself in Yennefer’s hair.

Yennefer scoffs, “You don’t have to understand…yet.”

Renfri laughs and the sound is soft, gently brushing over Yennefer’s face, “Yet? Kitten, I’m not sure I’ll ever understand you. Most would think me no more than a feral animal. Why don’t you?”

Yennefer breathes in deeply before answering, “Because unlike others, I see you.”

“I don’t know what you see then.” Renfri says, closing her eyes as though she wishes to tempt sleep into claiming her.

Yennefer’s lips tilt up in a secretive little smile at how mystified her lover sounds. Though, she adds no further commentary, content to let Renfri continue guessing. Simply letting out a soft little hum as she places her ear against Renfri’s breast. Soaking in her natural heat and listening to the beat of her heart. There truly was no safer, more secure place, than the breast of her lover, the pit of her soul, and the wrap of her arms.

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i know this wouldn't be able to happen given the timeline of the show but when i saw renfri/yen the first thing i thought of was them running into each other and chatting and both dissing their last lover - 'great sex but seriously if all i wanted was a good fuck and no people skills i'd get a dildo' - only to find out they're both talking about Geralt lol. then deciding who needs men anyway. also if yen found out about stregobor (sp?) and his shit with renfri she'd go skin him

stroganoff is the only spelling he does not deserve the respect it takes to spell it correctly thank you so much for prompting me!!

canon timeline and canon events mean nothing to me

- - - - -

little red robin

yennefer sees the girl for the first time in the tavern in a little livestock town called blaviken, sitting there at the bar with a tankard of ale in hand. her hair is a deep color that yen can’t properly label as red or brown - she settles for the former, calls her little robin in her mind.

her evening plans are slim - nonexistent, really - and so yennefer has no qualms with approaching the pretty thing, with settling on the stool beside her and ordering another drink with a wave of her hand. the girl’s eyes meet hers, and then drop lower, the ghost of a smirk rising to her face as she looks away; inwardly, yen purrs.

she’s chosen well for the night.

- - -

one drink in finds yen with a proper name to call the little robin - renfri.

it’s a name she yearns to croon into her ear.

- - -

two drinks in finds renfri laughing at an absent tale yen had spun, one of foolish court royals and impossibly impish musicians.

it’s a sound yen finds she adores.

- - -

three drinks in finds yen relating the account of her last drunken fuck, a man of immense sexual prowess and the social skills of a dead kikimora.

renfri scoffs, says she’s experienced the same, and the roll to her eyes makes it plain that she’s of the opinion all men are quite virtually identical in that regard.

- - -

four drinks in finds the little robin shifting her thighs apart when yen sets a hand on one, a cocky little smile half-hidden behind the rim of her tankard.

yen smiled in return, downs the rest of hers, looks away.

- - -

they never make it to the fifth drink.

instead, they make it upstairs to a hastily-rented room, one that yen doubts she’ll have use of by tomorrow evening - blaviken was but a brief stop on her journey north - but is appreciative of nonetheless, largely due to the fact that the privacy of a closed door offers her the chance to press renfri to the wall, to steal those smiling lips in a kiss that tastes of ale.

renfri is a biter, she discovers with haste - all swift nips and gentle tugs to yennefer’s lips and tongue. it makes her croon, but there’s part of her that laughs, too, for the little robin will find herself sorely mistaken if she believes she has a chance in hell of taking over tonight.

- - -

renfri’s skin is smooth and tanned beneath her clothing, but as yennefer lays her back, trails open lips down along her breasts and lower still to the open v of her hips, she feels roughness just beneath her teasing tongue. she pauses then, draws back enough to glance her little robin over - catches sight of the faded scar dissecting renfri’s abdomen at the same time she notices the girl’s pointed glare.

yennefer smooths her hands over the old wound in apology, leans up to kiss away that newly-nervous frown. when renfri’s arms loop about her neck, when renfri’s hands weave into her hair, she merely croons in reassuring reply.

- - -

she encounters other scars as she goes - small ones, here and there, littered in places where they could easily be guessed as combat wounds - but there are still others that give her pause as she trails open-mouthed kisses down her little robin’s sleek frame... others that are larger, longer, one carved into the inside of her thigh. it’s this one that yennefer gives the most attention to, licking slowly up its length to coax away the tension in her frame.

- - -

renfri is trembling by the time yen grants her touch where she aches for it most, her breath already coming quick when yen lets the tip of her tongue brush across her clit. the little robin whimpers then, a soft and aborted sound, one that has yennefer purring as she repeats the motion.

the girl moans so prettily when yen closes her lips about the swollen bud, those beautiful thighs clenching tight around yen’s head. a second later, she’s apologizing, trying to draw back -

yennefer merely laughs, soft and breathless, and squeezes her slender hips as she leans back in.

- - -

she works renfri to completion with her tongue alone, licks in deep until her little robin is quaking and swallows every drop of wetness that she coaxes from the girl. when renfri breaks at last, it’s with a weak and muffled cry, her back curving well off the sheets as she rolls her hips down onto yennefer’s tongue.

yennefer draws back when she can tell her bird is growing weary, kisses the subtle curve of her hips and lets her lay flat. renfri reaches for her, and so she complies, moving back up the length of her body to meet her halfway in a kiss.

- - -

renfri is just as much of a diligent lover, it turns out - kissing her way down yen’s body with the same methodical care, working her over with her tongue until she’s well past the point of dripping wet. only then does renfri ease two fingers inside her, only then does she wink up at yen as she sucks gently at her clit.

yennefer rolls her body to push back onto her little robin’s hand, a ragged little moan escaping her when renfri crooks her fingers just so. the girl is adept, clearly practiced, something she murmurs to her as she weaves her fingers into those deep red locks.

renfri purrs out a moan against her when yennefer tightens her grip, and yen feels something feral inside her growl.

- - -

the little robin brings her to orgasm with surprising haste - yennefer would have been embarrassed at any other time, if she couldn’t smell the pretty little thing’s arousal practically rolling off her skin. sure enough, by the time renfri rolls to the side and yennefer moved back between her thighs, the girl is dripping wet again, her slender hips rolling down onto the two fingers yennefer slides into her with ease.

- - -

she gets renfri off once more like that, riding her hand, swallowing her every little gasp and moan. only then does renfri properly push her away, and only then does yennefer lay back in bed, allowing the smaller girl to lay her head upon her breast and relax with a long and shaky sigh.

yennefer finds herself smoothing circles into her back, her eyes on the ceiling as renfri dozes. her fingertips brush over another scar - fresher, knotted flesh on her back - and she pauses.

renfri pauses, too, and then begins to talk, soft and cautious.

- - -

yennefer learns the name of the fucker who stole her little robin’s life away. she learns his name, and she memorizes it, and she vows that he will burn.

renfri is tense in her arms by the time her story is told. with a sigh, yennefer rolls them over, draws her into her chest. the little robin settles in with ease, and when yennefer feels her set a hand upon her heart, she breathes not a word of protest.

they fall asleep like that, renfri cradled close in the protective curl of yennefer’s arms.

- - -

yennefer leaves at dawn, but not without draping her sleeping robin in the bedsheets and leaving enough coin to pay for breakfast on the nightstand. she leaves behind, too, a simple note, one that reads,

find me in cintra.

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Anon asked: "😳👉👈First time going down on a werewolf gf? (Cis or trans is fine c:)" && "Fluffy werewolf gf?"

A/N: In my head Penelope's werewolf form looks like a borzoi but you're free to interpret her however you like!

Warnings: Pwp, cunnilingus, fingering, werewolf, reader is gender neutral but does have a pussy

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You'd never considered lace and fur to compliment each other so beautifully until you saw her.

Your girlfriend of about six months, clad in deep red lingerie that stood out harshly against cream colored fur. Her tail was thumping softly against the matress as she saw you, grinning bare a row of sharp teeth.

"Surprise!" She cheers, looking far too pleased with herself.

You're still a little awestruck, not having expected anything quite like this after a long day at work.

"Do you like it?" Penelope asks, sitting back on her haunches and picking at the many straps that held the lingerie on her body.

You slowly nod, walking closer to the bed. Penelope seems a little nervous, clasping her clawed hands together in her lap.

"You look very pretty." You manage to say and instantly feel pretty freaking lame. The compliment seems to ease Penelope's nerves a little and she reaches her hands out towards you, making a grabbing motion at you.

"Come take a closer look then!" She says. You know that if she was shifted into her human form, she'd be blushing right now. You smile a dopey smile and close what little distance there was left between the bed and you, taking her hands in yours.

She pulls you in closer and with a breathless little laugh you fall on the bed and partially on her.

The werewolf laughs in turn, wrapping her arms around your neck. You press a gentle kiss against her muzzle, taking a brief moment to just love on her.

"To what do do owe all this?" You ask, still smiling as you dig your face in the soft fur of her neck.

You feel her shrug.

"I wanted to surprise you." She said, sounding a little more unsure.

"Awww, babe." You tease, undigging yourself from her neck to look at her. "That's so sweet."

She pointedly avoided your gaze, instead studying the ceiling closely, her earlier bravado almost entirely gone.

"I just wanted to do something nice!" She squeaked out. Her tail betrayed her, however, still happily thumping away.

You grinned, straddling her.

"Mind if I get a closer look then?" You asked, waggling your eyebrows. Penelope snorted briefly and nodded.

"Go ahead." She said, tongue coming out to wet her lips.

For a moment you thought of that tongue in other places but you shrugged that off for now. Instead, you lowered your gaze to her lace covered chest, your hands settling on her waist.

You hummed softly, trailing your hands up slowly until you reached the edge of the bralette.

You cast a glance up, meeting Penelope's eyes. You grinned at each other before you looked back down, hands slipping under straps and fabric until you cupped her soft breasts in your palms.

Penelope sighed, back arching ever so slightly into your touch.

"Feel good?" You ask, Penelope nodding.

You smiled, the pads of your thumbs finding her nipples.

A little whine left Penelope's mouth as you kept tweaking her nipples.

"God you're cute." You sighed, looking down at the werewolf. One of her hands hand came up to cover her mouth and you tutted.

"P, let me hear you." You said, gently taking her hand in yours and lowering it. "Please?"

Penelope didn't answer, merely fidgeting between your thighs.

You chuckled, moving your hands down from her chest.

You gently dragged your fingers down, drawing nonsense patterns into her fur until you reached the hem on her panties.

You scooted back a little before doubling over, pressing another kiss against her muzzle.

"Can I?" You asked a little breathlessly, the tips of your fingers finding their way under the elastic of her panties.

Penelope took in a deep breath before nodding.

You hummed a pleased little noise before sliding your hand further down, your fingers finding her slit.

"You're so wet for me." You spoke in a low tone as you dragged your fingers through the slick between her thighs.

"You're just really hot okay?" Penelope whined, tone a little strained.

You chuckled, digging your face in her neck again as you gently started to rub her clit. The werewolf below you let out a strangled little noise, pressing her hips down onto your touch.

"Feels good?" You asked, Penelope nodding wildly. "Hm, good."

You lowered your fingers to her entrance, sliding one in. Penelope let out a low growl you knew hid no malice.

Your thumb found her clit again and she whined.

You continued to finger her, a second finger entering her and making Penelope moan. You felt wetness grow between your own thighs, the sight of your girlfriend doing things to you.

"P, I wanna eat you out." You said, propping yourself up so you could look your girlfriend in the face. The werewolf looked very flustered, her thighs coming together around your hand.

"A- are you sure?" She asked, looking a little nervous.

You nodded, withdrawing your hand from her panties.

"It's okay if you don't want it." You said, quick to reassure her. "We can do something else if that's more comfortable for you."

You could see the hesitation on her face, her hands gripping the sheets for a moment.

"I'd- I'd like to." She eventually said, still looking rather nervous. But you supposed it was only natural. This was new for the both of you.

"Alright. If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?"

She nodded and you smiled before pressing another kiss against her muzzle. You slowly kissed your way down against soft fur, your fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and slowly dragging them down.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as she spread her thighs for you.

"God, you look so good." You breathed out, barely giving Penelope time to respond before diving down.

The few kitten licks you lavished on her clit were enough to almost make the werewolf howl. You looked up at her, seeing her with her head thrown back and tongue lolling out of her maw.

You felt a weird sense of pride as you circled her clit with your tongue before giving it a gentle suck, making Penelope actually howl.

You prayed the neighbors wouldn't file a noise complaint.

You continued to lick her clit, one hand coming up and the tip of your finger circling her entrance.

"P- put it in. Please." Penelope whimpered after a few more moments of teasing. You chuckled against her pussy but decided to play nice, sliding your finger into her and crooking it.

Another howl left Penelope as you fingered her, your tongue flicking across her clit.

"More." She breathed. "Another-"

She moaned as you interrupted her by sliding a second finger into her. Your forearm began to cramp a little as you used your fingers to fuck her but you'd be damned if you quit now.

You kept looking up at her, in awe of how beautiful she looked as you took her apartment in the most intimate way possible.

And you were so enraptured, her orgasm took you completely by surprise.

With a loud moan and a beautiful arch of her back, Penelope came undone, her pussy contracting around your fingers as she rode our her orgasm.

You slowed your movements down slowly before pulling away.

Rather unceremoniously, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, earning an eye roll from Penelope.

"Was that good?" You asked, settling down next to your still out of breath girlfriend.

"Th- yeah. Was real good." She said, giving you a smile. You kissed her enjoying a moment of bliss, cuddled into each other.

Suddenly, Penelope swung a still stocking clad hind leg over your hips, forcing you to lie down on your back as she straddled you.

"My turn~!"

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One of my irls called me “The Captain” because of our DND game, and honestly, I’m kind of into it. So , take note of that, Subs.