#FREE THE FEMALE PRESENTING NIPPLE . nsfvv

[belzinone]

@sjokohama (left) ::  HAPPY SINDAY, imagine Bel with this 😆😆

// just keep swimming...

[belzinone]

@sjokohama​ ::  Okay but,,,, Can you imagine Bel in a petplay get-up,,, A leather collar, a bushy tailplug and some fake ears on her head. The prettiest pet to ever lay in a lap and get her head stroked!!

::  Imagine Bel wearing a collar with a bell attached to it 😁

::  Bel needs a thich leather collar for two reasons; 1. AESTHETIC, 2. So her partner can use it to pull her in for a kiss and then tease her by kissing the collar~ ... Before kissing their way down her tummy a lil further down still because good subs get treats 😘

:: Another concept: Bel in nothin' but a rope harness during her Treat Yo Self days! Ofc she'd be cute in a shibari + lingerie combo too, but fam.... Give her all the ropemarks!!

// uncensored under the cut~ (well kinda. the shibari stays <3)

[belzinone]

@houseofsxnner​ :: 

Liane could taste the salt on Bel's skin as she marked her up, placed kisses along the beauty of her every curve. Hearing the ocean waves and Bel's moans was a mix she adored to the fullest, and her heart flutter under the starlit night. Her tongue and fingers worked till Bel reached her breathless peaks, entirely rumpling the towels under them. Tender smile appeared on her lips, pressing a kiss against the other's forehead as she whispered. "You make me the happiest. Marry me, Bel."

Gasp after gasp slipped lusty mouthfuls of fresh salty sea air through Bel’s lips until Liane’s movement brought her to kiss wayward strands of silky ebony hair instead. With just a moment to catch her breath, the woman’s proposition interrupted her heart’s rest as her toes started to uncurl from burying into the sand. The lines between warmth of love and passion blurred as she wrapped her arms around her and sat up, anchoring her hips to her lap as tangled bikini strings remained lost in their bed of towels.

“ Does that mean you’ll promise me? “ Bel pleaded through thick, hazy lashes as salty lips trailed up her sternum, “ You won’t leave me again? Wherever you go before I wake up... you’ll take me with you? “

She didn’t know how badly she wanted this until the moment Liane put it into words. The way she craved this woman, how empty her world seemed to feel whenever she left, an unspoken desire within her that wanted to possess more than her body for a single night at a time... a union that was foreign but sacred. Subconsciously, her hold tightened as she traced and gripped those thighs she could lose herself in. Tears began to bubble from the corners of her eyes without her notice.

“ This won’t be... just a dream I won’t have again until the next time I see you? “

[belzinone]

@houseofsxnner :: Stress Relief (for Liane)

SEND “STRESS RELIEF” TO JUMP RIGHT INTO A NAUGHTY BUT NEEDED SCENE WITH MY MUSE

Bel hardly knew where they ended up, but she could care less. All she knew was they hustled into somewhere secluded and the way the woman before her responded to her touches ensured it was enough for her as well. The two stumbled into the area, fumbling through clothing and stepping over each other’s feet until Liane’s back hit a wall. Exactly where she wanted her, Bel slipped the cups of her bra over her chest, icy pink lips working over her breasts while a hand snaked down her abdomen and between her thighs, adeptly searching for those moist folds to ravage with trimmed fingertips. Parting her legs with a knee, she delved her middle finger along the length of her labia in a long sweep, learning her curves and crevasses before sweeping over her clit in slow, gentle circles mirrored by the twirling of her tongue over her nipple.

[belzinone]

wingsofintxlligence replied to your post: Treat Bel to the oral loving she DESERVES,,,,,

//Do I hear eating ouuuut? -eyebrow waggle- Hanji wouldn’t mind~

// just gals doing favors for their pals~

[belzinone]

@wingsofintxlligence​ :: ▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

She nearly jumped out of her seat as she felt Bel’s sneaky hand run between her thighs, prying them apart. She was shocked at her boldness, especially in the middle of a meeting with the others but she tried to keep a straight face, despite color rising in her cheeks. “Bel what are you doing?!” She hissed between her teeth.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about, “ she deadpanned as she continued looking straight ahead with her chin resting in her opposing hand, “ I’m not doing anything... “ For just a second, her eyes flickered over to her. The meeting was draining, she was feeling adventurous, and ontop of all that... Hanji’s expressions were always just too goddamn CUTE, BUT... “ Are you... bored? “ she asked lowly while drawing small circles atop the peak of her thigh, “ Want me to help you stay awake? “

[belzinone]

📣🚨My fellow CUMrades 😩🍆🍑 It’s May the Thirst 📅😈😫💦✊😏 Time 🕒 to whip out that FLAG 🇻🇳🇦🇴🇨🇳 and ARISE Daddy’s flag POLE from its slumber 🏃⬆️🚩 We gonna RIDE 🏇 this revolutionary dick RAW 🚼🍆🍑😫😏 Y’all know CRAPITALISM 💩💩👑💎🍷💶💳🙅 still sucks Donald Dump’s 2-INCH Tower 👱🗼⤵️ so SQUEEZE 🙌the means of proSUCKtion 👅 SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY ROSA LUXEMWHORES 💁 🙌🍾💥 and AntoniHO Gramscis 👓📚✊, QUEER 🌈🔀 or STRAIGHT➖👫 , CUMmunists 🍆💦 or HOcialists 😏 , RISE UP ⬆️⬆️⬆️

// this is highkey one of the best things i’ve woken up to so i shall leave it in its original form sakjdfnakjfnk

[belzinone]

// @hunting-songs // cont. // ~<3

In the evening the wind had came into the city, rushing over the wall into the valleys that were the streets like a hunting-party rushing after a fleeing prey. Up in her tiny roofchamber the wind was especially strong, knocking on the Musicans window like impatient visitor, demanding to be let in. Yet eventually who did enter the young womans small chamber was not the wind, but Bel who seemed just as impatient as the wind outside and whos heartbeat had made Melody look up in confusion the second she had walked down the street towards Melodys landladys house that stood crooked as if blown to the side by the wind. The song dancing from the piano stuffed between the wall and the end of Melodys bed became a little quieter while Bel talked, but returned to its lively noisieness when Bel had ended as Melody thought about a answer. Only a few noises passed, hopping through the air sweet like raindrops, before the young woman answered.

“Mhmmmm…”, Melody purred, not hestiating a second in her song as her fingers swirled over the pianokeyes in a lively tact of the wind before her window so the song would go with the howling, dancing together like the two partners of a waltz: "Talk to my friend to figure out why its not the way we want to, at best with a cup of tea and some cookies we could eat together while talking.” She tilted her head from side to side, swaying to the song she played while the song oozed into her words, turning Melodys voice into a gentle singsang: “So my partner could figure out why they take a reaction none of us have under control so personally and I could figure out what had happned that I am nolonger in the mood. And if my friend is skittish and thinks it is their fault, I would go out with them for a walk so they could cool their head a little and we could talk on a neutral ground to see how we want to continue. And then I woud eat cookies with them.” Melodys chuckled over her own words in all good humor.

There was a pause. The pianosong ended and with that left the wind outside alone to swirl lonely over the dancefloor that were the towns rooftops howling sadly like a left behind lover. The Musicans short fingers stopped playing, lingering on the pianokeyes moveless as she had tilted her head to the side like a curious bird, listening attentive. “…I think that was not the answer you wanted to hear?” , It was not exactly a question, but more a loud thought, as Melody simply nodded to herself thoughtfully to answer her own question. Carefully the young woman stepped away from the Piano and walked infront of Bel grabbing for a plate of cookies that had stood beside the Pianokeys in the piano and offering it to Bel while reaching out with her other small hand slowly as if the other as a scared child she did not wanted to startle, to touch  the older womans cheek comfortingly. Melodys voice was a humm, gentle like a lullaby, still despite the calmness of her voice there was this certaine long line between her big eyes that always appeared there when she was worried:  “Do you think it would be your fault when something like this happens? That there is something you alone have to do to slove the situation?”

She was tense as Melody contemplated throughout her playing. Freely coming and going from each other’s dwellings had become commonplace enough for her not to feel too guilty about barging in (though her anxiety did rob her of some of her usual social graces), but Bel did feel a bit impatient. Even in Melody’s house, a serene, homely musical oasis in the bustling town, she had a hard time settling down. The uneasiness came from deep within, and perhaps could never truly be soothed.

Fidgeting with the edge of Melody’s blanket, she listened intently. A mood was something she didn’t really experience. Usually, so long as she was comfortable, her partner was comfortable, and they spent enough time on each other, her body responded naturally. But a mood... that much continued to trouble her through the bittersweet giggle she humored her with. She enjoyed sleeping around, surely. She loved watching the stress melt from her lovers’ shoulders, their skin flush with warmth, the little unique ways their bodies responded to pleasure and found themselves spent. She could experience that much, too, but she was starting to think her latest bedmate was expecting something more of her. Agreeing to take her to bed was probably a mistake.

“ It’s... an answer... “ she responded with a sigh as she reached for a pillow and hugged it to her chest, “ I just... don’t really know what to do with it... “ As Melody came with the cookies, her smile lit up just a bit more. “ Don’t have to tell me what to do with these, though~ “ she sang with a lean into Melody’s cheek and a reach for the pastry. Only a hint of warmth was left, which sparked a smile. It was just like her to put such things on a much longer hold than intended while she engrossed herself in music. Just another page, just one more staff. Only then did Bel begin to settle as she savored the disappearing softness of the cookie’s center.

“ You’re right... but a good part of it was probably my fault, “ she said, her heartbeat elevating from a heavy adagio to a lighter staccato of felicity, “ You’ll probably get a laugh out of this... “ The medic then scoot herself back further on the bed and invited Melody to pop up beside her for an afternoon slumber party story. “ It was a girl who’s kept tabs on me since Trost. First mistake, I know, but she was so sweet I couldn’t help looking past the fact that her first words to me were that god awful nickname. “ Bel took a deep breath and shifted on the bed. Now that it was all coming out verbally, it was becoming more and more apparent how bad her call was. The embarrassment welled up in her heartbeat, but for Melody’s entertainment, she kept going.

“ She was from Sina and joined the Scouts with the rest of the transfer boom. Tracked me down, followed me a bit. At first I thought it was just coincidence and she honestly wanted to learn medicine, but she... I inspired her, she built up an image of me in her head, I disappointed her. “ She then found herself in a fit of nervous giggles. They didn’t come out because it was that funny, but because of how far she let an obviously bad idea go. “ That was... bad of me. I wasn’t exactly leading her on, but she was pretty... pushy, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Unfortunately, I wound up doing that anyways. ... ... I should probably apologize, set things straight... as soon as she lets me in her sight again. “

[belzinone]

@houseofsxnner :: 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face (may Bel's throne be Liane's face for another "one" night stand)

NSFW PROMPTS THAT DON’T SOUND LIKE A BAD PORNO

It took a great deal of concentration for her knees not to buckle or squeeze the daylights out of her paramour’s head. Her cheeks brushing against the deepest recesses of her thighs as she consumed, stroked, and penetrated her with her tongue alone was immensely weakening. “ Ah-- fuck! Ngh...! “ Hushed, piping, moans strewn from her throat filled their corner of the room like an endless string of pleasurable pearls. Bel could only clench the headboard, haphazardly transferring her weight to it to keep from collapsing onto Liane’s face and drowning her in her ecstasy. “ You’re... good at this... “ she huffed delicately as her hips gently rolled into her strokes, lips upon lips smacking sounds so dirty but so desirably delicious.

[belzinone]

@mcwscollective :: cont.

[text;; bitch] Is that supposed to impress me?

[text;; bitch] Or are you trying to make me show this off to everyone in the office?

[text;; bitch] Because the latter has a better chance of happening...

[text;; bitch] But if you wanna meet up for lunch

[text;; bitch] I suppose this works as incentive for that

[text;; Douche Detergent ☕️] I thought you said you didn't want anyone else getting ideas about fucking me.

[text;; Douche Detergent ☕️] Or are you into that now?

[text;; Douche Detergent ☕️] Do it. It'll be good for my brand~ 😘

[text;; Douche Detergent ☕️] Need more to hold you over until lunch? 💋🍑

[belzinone]

Treat Bel to the oral loving she DESERVES,,,,,

// i’d love to give her everything but it’s up to her lovers~

[belzinone]

Surprised Bel's perfect evening alone didnt include her coming her brains out with a toy, on this Titty Tuesday!

// she’s not really too inclined to do those things on her own. unless she has a partner to please, her libido’s really low

[belzinone]

@mcwscollective :: “Did I go in too fast?” // annie, trying new toys

nsfw dominant starters

The short squeak came as a surprise to her as well, though not for any reason she might’ve thought. The size wasn’t an issue, surprisingly, as the soft silicone easily found its way through her. They were being careful, making sure not to fuck each other up, but the one thing she didn’t expect to be a factor....

.... was how COLD it was.

“ Nuh-no, it’s ok! I just never thought about how warm your fingers were until now because... the strap’s not. “ A few uncomfortable giggles, wiggles, and kegels, then her body relaxed. “ We should probably warm it next time, “ she said with an awkward chuckle, “ That temperature jump wasn’t hot. “ Her eyes softened as her fingers lightly brushed up Annie’s arm, then across her thighs as they anchored to her side. “ You are, though~ “

[belzinone]

@wingsofintxlligence ::  ☼ ((-chucks self out window-weeeeeeee xD))

SEND MY MUSE A “☼” & I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (NSFW VERSION)

( 16 ) … to yours having some “private time” and mine accidentally walking in

“ Squad Leader Hanji, I have the results from the tests you asked me to run. Do you want them now, or- oh- “ Bel meant to just knock, but the door cracked ajar instead. Upon taking a peek around the frame, she caught sight of the scientist with her hands between her legs. She quickly averted herself and blocked the door, reports in hand, but she couldn’t help but think she looked a little... strained and uncomfortable.

“ I’m sorry, uh... do you need... help? Or do you want me to leave you to it and lock the door for you? “ she hushed from the door.

[belzinone]

@mckeitbeautiful :: ☺ generate the scenario then write it for whoever fits it the best xD

SEND ME A ☺ AND I’LL USE A RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR FOR A SUPER SEXY THREAD SCENARIO.

( 4 )  Heavy petting ensues and after a few minutes of no response from your muse, mine looks down to find that they were unknowingly rubbing your muse’s thigh the entire time.

Queen of the poker face, it was always a little tough getting her attention (at least, from her point of view. For all she knew, Annie was completely and totally aware of her playful antics and played aloof for her own fun of it.) Nonetheless, the little heiress was feeling especially daring that day, crawling into Annie’s bed as she idly read. She started running her hands over her body, slowly, lightly at first. As her pout began to grow, she progressed to heavier petting, groping along her front, thighs, arms... Finally, she slipped her hands under the covers and into her waistband until, defeated, Bel face-planted into the pillow beside her with a muffled groan, continuing to rub over what she thought was Annie’s mound, but-

“ Well, how the fuck was I supposed to tell...? You’re toned as fuck and I’m not at all jealous... “ She was about to whip the covers from her, confiscate the book, do something to warrant some response from her, only to quickly withdraw out of embarrassment. Seemed she was feeling so needy for attention, she forgot basic female anatomy. Not that she didn’t enjoy feeling her up anyways.

[belzinone]

Hello RPC! ♡

I redirect my peripheral blogs to these rules because I consider Bel my primary muse. If you came here from Eren, my sapphic multimuse hub, or Angel, thanks for taking the time to go through all my stuff. It means a lot to me ~ ♡

      ♡ Things you should know before becoming mutuals ♡

My name is Sal (they/them/theirs; 25+) & I write an OC blog because although I love SnK, I’m an original content creator at heart & blending my own ideas into an existing universe is a happy medium for me. I’m also a queer studies scholar, future paramedic, & C-PTSD / domestic violence survivor, so support, community, & freedom of expression is very important to me.

As a mod, I’ll do my best to encourage your creativity as well as be a supportive friend/writing partner on & off the dash. That being said, here’s a bit on how I like to roll. These guidelines are not only meant to steer my interactions, but also contain resources to potentially help you as well.

First off, here are my hard No’s: I don't tolerate severe ooc ignorance or bigotry. Minor offenses & honest mistakes I understand since we’re always learning, but severe & repeated instances warrant an unfollow &/or block from me. I don't have the energy to entertain these situations nor is it my sole responsibility to make every act of ignorance I come across a teaching moment. I strive to maintain an enriching environment here for myself & others in my orbit. It is also my right to do so as it is yours.

༺ I’m particularly intolerant of offenses towards my identities. These are sensitive issues I don’t appreciate taking lightly unless I’m comfortable with you enough as a person to know where your real sentiments lie. Furthermore, intersectionality’s a real important concept. If your instinct is to downplay the severity of these issues, take the time to learn about them instead of harassing people for the ways they respond to their abuse. It’s tiring & I don’t fuck with it. Neither should you.

༺ That being said, I understand  mun ≠ muse & author ≠ narrative. With sensitivity, communication, content warnings, & consent, these things can certainly coexist. I roleplay for community, enjoyment, & healing while also understanding that everyone processes things differently & silence is damaging.

༺ I ask that if you encounter content not to your taste, please don’t police the internet & instead respectfully ask op to tag, blacklist, block, or unfollow. I’ll extend this respect to you so we can all navigate the rpc safely, as uninformed content policing has serious legal consequences as well as interferes with real justice. 

Now that my hard No’s are out of the way, I’m very eager to fulfill wishlists. Please send as many inboxes, write as many starters, & start as many threads as you like. There’s no pressure to keep all the threads we start, so please feel free to follow your inspirational whims. I’m happy to follow them too if I can.

༺ I love interactions of all kinds & write threads of all lengths, but I enjoy writing multi-para/novella threads most & shippy/angsty/sapphic interactions are my favorite. Though Bel is on the asexual/aromantic spectrum (& is a dysphoric nonbinary woman) she is nonetheless eligible for shipping & sexual encounters with all genders under the right circumstances. However, I prefer our muses to be close in age & would rather not write heavy power dynamics without equally heavy plotting. A quick info post is here. 

༺ I enjoy & thrive on ooc communication. This doesn’t mean we have to be in contact all the time, but I do love getting to know you & your muse(s) because it makes interactions all the more personal and fulfilling. You can also check the status of our thread(s) whenever you like here, as my activity can be a bit capricious.

༺ Please cut your replies & include active responses in your writing. I will have trouble writing off of neutral &/or vague replies. I’d much rather we drop threads & start something new rather than continue writing one that no longer sparks joy.

༺ Please don’t godmod or excessively use me as a meme/musing source. This includes long / unplotted timeskips & practicing karma if we don’t have much development. If your muse is relating to our posts a lot, we should be able to make something out of it.

༺ Severe mischaracterization of my muse is a huge turnoff. Please don’t make assumptions. Please don’t fetishize her. Please don’t mistake her fanon for a hospital nurse. She’s a soldier. Please do gloss over her info (everything under central navigation) & ask me questions if you need to. I understand she’s an intensely developed character, but understanding the unique portrayal of your muse is important to me so please extend the same courtesy. I’m happy to learn as well as explain.

This is an explicit blog & triggers will be present (as well as tagged by request). Please don’t interact if you’re a minor & please ask for consent before writing sexually explicit content with me. More often than not it’ll be an enthusiastic YES, but please give me the heads up as well as your preferences so we can do the dirty in a way that’s fun for both of us. ♡

As a result of the 2018 purge, i’ll be circumventing this god awful policy using the following tags:

current nsfw tag: #FREE THE FEMALE PRESENTING NIPPLE . nsfvv

old nsfw tag: #FREE THE FPN . sfw // only it’s not

Unfortunately, what I cannot tag are spoilers, as many are key aspects of Bel’s character & plot devices in threads. If you’re an anime only fan of SnK, aren’t caught up with the manga, &/or aren’t familiar with other parts of the series (such as acwnr & smartpass releases), I’m sorry I won’t be able to keep spoilers out of Bel’s pages &/or off the dash.

The SnK universe is a playground & this is my sandbox. I’m not interested in seeing or engaging with any discourse or villainization of its existence & am simply here for my personal enjoyment of the series (as well as yours if you’d like to join me. ♡ )

Thanks for going through this! Please feel free to let me know if there’s any way I can help make roleplaying a better/easier experience for you, let it be accessibility &/or communication issues. I experience some forms of dyslexia & understand the struggle very much. I also apologize ahead of time for any misspellings or strange word replacements in my replies. I do my best to proofread, but things fall through the cracks sometimes. Finally, you can find a quick and easy guide to starting an interaction with us here. If you’d like to add me on discord, mine’s sal#2446. Please send yours so I can associate your blog/muse(s) with your name.

Thanks again, & I look forward to getting to know you & your muse(s)!

Love, Sal (they/them/theirs) ♡

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༺ rules page by rowan

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