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[luckylenses]

u think this is enough to prove that i am mentally unwell about fictional lesbians

anyway i figure I'll post these since I've been rlly busy with artfight.

[erobret]

@austerulous​ asked :  It was a sight Odessa could get used to.  Ashe, laid out on the royal bed.  The queen circled the calamity like a red-eyed shark, marveling such nacreous colouring, how pristine she looked on that tangled sea of blankets, a poppy seed on the gargantuan sprawl of the mattress.  Wrists the colour of bone were bound, tied haphazardly with the tattered remnants of a t-shirt advertising Rush’s 1976 tour – to call it vintage would be an understatement.

Metal droned low and bassy out of the speakers, covering any sound of their frolics.  Privacy was impossible in the cloister of Junkertown, where the folk lived elbow to elbow, stacked atop one another.

A low, appreciative sigh rattled in Odessa’s throat, she moved to where Ashe’s head lay, her snow-white hair pooling silken around her.  Gently, the queen cupped her face, thumb edging past red lips to glide over the enamel ridges of her bottom teeth.  Pretty thing, wild thing.  Firecracker, sharpshooter.

Scar-stippled, sun-beaten, Odessa was naked save for the leather straps that clung to her hips, the phallic shape that hung heavy from her crotch.  For now, she paid no mind to their kit, instead leaning over to plant a kiss on Ashe’s sternum, to cup her breasts and bring them together, to run the wet blade of her tongue along the valley of her making.  Rough thumbs teased over pierced nipples as she straightened, drawing hungry palms away to pull Ashe closer to the bed’s border, guiding her head to hang over its edge.  Only then did she relinquish her lover to grasp the strap-on, guiding its blunt, silicone head to those crimson lips.

“Open. Show me how much ya can take.”

   CRIMSON TO CRIMSON ; EYES WERE LOCKED . the outlaw watched the queen circle her like some hungry dingo lookin’ at its next meal . wrists twisted against the binding that held them together --- some shirt from what she’d seen before her hands had been pulled above her head .painted nails dug into the fabrics beneath her , agitated by being restrained but not doin’ a damned thing about it . she liked it . liked how it excited her .

   finally the queen stopped at the edge of the bed where ashe’s head lay . calamity looked up through lashes at the once wastelander now ruler . again her hands twisted against the fabric but large rough hands ceased such things when they pressed to her face . thumb found her lips , the red rubbing off a bit on sun-kissed flesh before it found her teeth ; as white as pearls that some damsels clutch at the smallest bit of fowl language . eyes still locked on odessa’s the outlaw pressed her tongue to that thumb . she’d have sucked on it if it hadn’t been drawn back . 

   then came the attention to her chest . a low rasped moan left those red lips . oh the heat of that tongue . she wanted in so many places . on her . in her . to taste her . to taste it . the pale pinks of her breasts stiffened , perking just for the queen . they reacted so well ---- giving away her want . oh but those damned hands went away ---- left her needy . oh but the outlaw knew what was to come . knew when her head was being guided .

   arms above her head , dangling over the edge as her head now was , she tilted head back . she felt the silicone against her lips . heard that command . oh how she dared to boss the queen of crime around . no one was bold enough to do it but fuck how it made her wet . and like an obedient pet , she did as she was told .

   those red lips parted , tongue moving to allow it’s entry into her mouth . the lack of gag reflex would allow her to take it ( though she still needed to breathe ) . she knew her throat would be raw after this but she welcomed it . she wanted to be fucked until her body was sore and her voice was hoarse .

[chremes007]

knee deep in the passenger seat 🚙

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

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