#Mirror female

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3694 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2024-09-04 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-09-09

Progeny:

Hatchling 9816 (Jade) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Spearmint Firebreather, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2024-09-25

Hatchling 9817 (Oskar) - Mirror XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Tan Firebreather, Unusual - 15,000 on 2024-08-13

Hatchling 9818 (nami) - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Orange Flecks, Rare - 15 gems on 2024-09-23

Comments: 

[silkenrat]

Jennifer’s Body (2009) Dir. Karyn Kusama

Helter Skelter (2012) Dir. Mika Ninagawa

I, Tonya (2017) Dir. Craig Gillespie

The Substance (2024) Dir. Coralie Fargeat

[thessaralka]

the most romantic thing about the solas romance is how much love there is for lavellan in the act of breaking up with her.

solas breaks up with lavellan because it is objectively what is best for her. not because it's what he wants. not because his mission is just more important than she is. because he loves her.

it is in lavellan's best interests that she know who she falls in love with and has agency in that decision. solas breaks up with her because he is not entirely truthful about who he is. she can't make an informed choice about being with him without the truth. and because solas isn't ready to tell her the truth, he backs off.

whether we like it or not, fen'harel is part of who solas is, even if solas is part of his genuine character, the face he shows us in DAI is not all of him.

what is so sexy about solas showing his love for her in this way is he sees the clear power imbalance between them (him with all his secrets), and he chooses her well being over his desires, he puts the power back in her hands - by breaking up with her. he says, "it isn't right of me to continue with this when you don't actually know me". only his reveal in trespasser opens the door for her to accept him, or deny him.

ultimately, it is up to lavellan to decide what is in her best interests. does she accept solas, now knowing the truth, or does she say "wow yeah i actually can't live with that" and walk away?

[nikkinelson1313]

pink cowgirl

[y-ckysstuff]

I'll tag you when I find you, but somebody mentioned Price fucking you in front of a mirror in the full nelson and honestly.... Yeah. I love you <3 @devil-in-hiding

He finally convinces you to do it after a couple times, buttering you up with gifts and kisses (also maybe fingering you every now and then, whispering filthy words along with 'please, luv? fo' me?' in such an innocent tone, how could you say no?)

So here you are, legs wrapped around his strong corded forearms that seem to never tire from holding your weight, his lips mouthing at your shoulder with kisses and bite marks, staring into your eyes through the floor length mirror.

"Good fuckin' girl-," he groans, lifting you and forcing his meaty dick back inside of your slick walls, gushing from how good he was fucking you. It was embarrassing to hear, let alone watch, but he made sure you were looking.

"Look at us sweetheart- look at you. My beautiful girl...fuck." Moaning at his praise, you force yourself to look up at the mirror, coming out of your 'cockdrunkess' for just a few seconds to see his hairy thighs, abs, and arms all flexing and sweaty.

His fat cock practically forces all of your juices out, streaming down your asscheeks and dripping onto the floor, some how getting on his happy trail and dripping down his legs.

"Oh my God...!" You whine, eyes watering as he thrusts once more as both of you cum.

"There you go, baby, there you go, fuck...again, again..." He kisses your shoulder, repeating his last words, stuffing you again with his thick cock, adoring the view of him sinking into your soaking cunt through the mirror.

[boys4breakfest]

Mirror Palais ss24

[10158143]

[ellieswifie]

︿︿ ੈ [ 🪩 ] ༉‧₊˚✧

FLAWLESS

kinktober week one, oct 4

summary: ellie williams fucking you with her strap in front of a full size body mirror…

warnings: ellie!girlfriend x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut with no plot, curse words, strap usage (r!receiving), wlw relationship, pet names, definitely rushed, dom!ellie, sub!reader, praising a little bit

˗ˋ.*✧·˚ ೃ࿔₊•

"LOOK HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK RIDING MY COCK, BABY." ellie whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear her. her eyes are draw to the side of the room when she drags her free hand towards your chin.

your brows furrowed in confusion at first before following her heavy eyes towards the mirror hanging from the closet door across the room

your hands are rested on her shoulders, as ellie stayed lifted up on one arm, moving her hips forward to meet your hips while you rocked yourself on her strap in a painfully slow motion.

as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your eyes moved to meet ellie’s in the mirror. they were daring as she watches you, taking in every single detail of your body, sliding down the hand rested on your chin to hover all the way down towards your hip. she rest her hand there before her hip trusts begin to feel deeper and you grow weak.

a faint moan whispers off your lips as her moments grow slower, but deeper. harder. a smile is creeping up her face as she places a quick kiss on your lips.

"how’s that feel pretty girl?" ellie whispers, keeping her eyes on the mirror while you slowly ride her. you just moan in response, dropping your head slightly, trying to hold contact with her.

you can see ellie smirking while she meets your eyes in the mirror, the moon light coming from the window, showing off her beautiful freckled skin.

"you look so-oh my godddd." you feel the strap hit your g spot, unable to finish your sentence. ellie continues to smirk, as you fall against her chest a quiet whimper, falling off your lips. your eyes fell back inside your head tangling your hands through ellie’s hair while her mouth pressed against your hot neck.

ellie’s mouth remain on your neck sucking small bruises on you when she stops moving her hips, but still remains deep inside you, consuming you. your hands lower to rest on her breasts while she lowers her supporting hand down to your other hip, completely sitting up.

she scoots herself in a move comfortable position, causing you to gasp when you feel the strap move around inside you. her face remains stuck on her cocky smirk while she watches you through the mirror, catching a clear picture of your ass.

your body warmth pressed against hers caused you to tear your hands from her breast to wrap a lazy arm around her shoulders, lifting you up slightly off her strap, before ellie’s hands shove you right back down, making you moan in pleasure.

ellie’s eyes dart back to you watching yourself rise right back up, before slamming down to meet skin. ellie could simply just cum hearing the pretty moans your making or the way your back arches after falling back down on her strap.

“your so beautiful," she says, digging her nails into your soft skin, making you start pouncing faster. "absolutely flawless."

you can’t even find the words to respond to her kind compliment. your words are muffled into low moans and gasps. so you run your fingers over her lips, feeling the strap consume you.

but it feels like you need more.

you send pleading eyes to ellie, just wanting her to pound into you already. ellie’s head turns towards the mirror once more, making you follow her gaze.

"your doing so good, baby…" she whispers close to your ear, sneaking a hand to your aching clit to run fast circles. "good girl, just a little longer."

but you can’t. your bones and muscles all feel weak and you just want to cum. you just want ellie and only her.

"ellie…" you moan throwing your head back in awe, but keeping your eyes on the large mirror. you watch as ellie’s face is close to yours, eye browns drawn together, keeping focus on the strap disappearing inside you.

"yeah baby?" ellie teases, biting your ear slightly, before pushing back to get a better look at your tits bouncing.

your head falls back forward, going to rest on her shoulder. her head nods, pushing your body up, then now slowly dropping your hips down back to the strap,.

"holy fuck!" you cried, every bone and muscle in your body growing weak by the second. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. you just cried into ellie’s shoulder, listening to her assuring words while you felt ur orgasm slip through u.

heavy breathing echos through the room while you fell against ellie’s chest, tilting your head to face the mirror, movements stopping.

ellie pushes a long strain of hair out your face while u pushed urself up off her strap, gasping at the lose of contact.

your eyes watch hers in the mirror while you try controlling your breathing.

she’s rubbing her hands through your hair, while you try bringing yourself back down to earth. she’s whispering sweet words in your hair while your body burns and just aches for more.

"round two?" you hear ellie whisper, smirking in the mirror. you could contain your laughter when you watched her in the large mirror. your head slightly nodded while you felt her start leaning down onto the sheets, dragging you down with her.

"but this time you stop looking in the mirror… i stop."

[vanessavixenx2]

Have a great Saturday! 💗 Vv xo

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3245 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2023-06-09 # of eggs: 4 Hatched On: 2023-06-14

Progeny:

Hatchling 8581 (Mirror) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Peach Flecks, Unusual - 15,000 on 2023-07-07

Hatchling 8582 (Llewellyn) - Guardian XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Seafoam Flecks, Common - 15 gems on 2023-07-14

Hatchling 8583 (Skada) - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Beige Flecks, Common - 15,000 on 2023-06-16

Hatchling 8584 (Starbow) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Caramel Flecks, Common - 15 gems on 2023-07-02

Comments: I am sad-faced that none of them got the new firebreather gene. So sad. Very sad. Utterly disconsolate. (Meh, not really... would have been nice though).

[lux-l1sbon-blitzkrieg]

Spring 2024 core

[creator1mpersonator]

Through the Mirror

00. Prologue

Inspired by Coraline, reader is gender-neutral, no use of Y/N.

This new home was painfully dreary. Based on the copper-colored bricks that built up the walls and the immensely overgrown shrubbery around it, you assumed this was a pre-war building. There were neighboring houses, but they all looked as copper, lifeless, and boring as yours. As you assisted your parents unload the U-Haul, you saw a little girl ride past on her little bike with the expression of a Victorian child—poor thing, so young and living in a place with the mental stimulation of the color beige. Your father procured the key from one of his pockets, slotting it into the rusty doorknob and turning it. The door simply opened by itself, and you heard him mumble something about fixing it to himself before entering. Your mother followed, waving away cobwebs with her hand. You remained outside for a moment, and it wasn’t until you heard your mother shriek your name that you picked up a box and scampered inside.

The inside of the home was, predictably, as depressing as its exterior. Dusty, with cobwebs along walls like terrible little decorations. You screamed when you saw a cockroach scuttle past your feet, its wretched antenna going this way and that before fleeing out the open front door.

“Bugs, great. Just what I need.” Your mother muttered in a rather disgruntled tone, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed even more upset by this move than you were, even if it was supposed to be good for her and your father’s job. Not that you even knew what it was that they did.

“Nothing an exterminator can’t fix, honey.” Your father said in a cheerful tone, ever the optimist.

“Exterminators cost money. Money we don’t have.” Your mother retorted, killing another roach beneath her shoe with a rather cruel stomp that sounded throughout the empty house.

“You’ll see,” your father began, “things will be just fine.”

“Yeah, right.”

Your father sighed, and you gave him a sympathetic smile before setting the box you were holding down on the dusty hardwood floors.

“___” your mother called out, “go pick out your room.”

You nodded, walking past your at-odds parents and heading up the stairs. There was an old carpet that lined the hallway, like in picture books. It was a faded blue and you think there were once flowers printed on the fabric. You decided to walk on the regular hardwood instead when the carpet began to squish under your feet. You don’t think the carpet was supposed to do that. 

You peered into different rooms, making keen observations about each one that would help you pick out the least worst one. One room had a hole in the floor, your mother was gonna blow a gasket when she saw it. The next room sent you running out of it when you saw the cockroaches gathered around like a council of terrible little things. The third room you saw was the one you picked. Compared to the last two, it wasn’t in a state of disrepair nor did it make your skin crawl. It was bland because of course it was, but you figured some paint, furniture, and decorations could fix it right up. Two windows let natural light inside your bedroom, there was a closet with bi-fold doors, and a mirror.

The mirror caught your attention the most. It was undoubtedly an antique, the glass of the mirror surrounded by a golden border with swirling decals carved into it. It was beautiful and vaguely reminded you of the Evil Queen’s mirror in Snow White. 

“Mom!” You called out, “Come up here!”

You heard footsteps come up the stairs, a disgusted sound when the carpet squished beneath her foot, an angry sigh at the hole in the floor, and a shriek when she found the council of roaches before she finally found your room.

“Couldn’t have told me what room you were in?” She sighed, arms still crossed.

“Sorry.” You said, before quickly changing focus, “check out this mirror.”

Your mother glanced at the mirror briefly, eyebrow raised.

“It’s creepy”

“I think it looks pretty.” You defended.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t wanna get rid of that one and just get a new mirror?” Your mother asked.

“I’m sure.”

She sighed.

“As long as you’re happy, bug.”

You wouldn’t begin to understand the trouble that mirror would get you into until that night.

[of-ether]

going full warrior mode and then signing off 😍

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3036 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2022-11-08 # of eggs: 2 Hatched On: 2022-11-14

Progeny:

Hatchling 8033 - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Auburn Flecks, Rare - 15,000 on 2022-12-12

Hatchling 8034 - Mirror XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Spring  Flecks, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2022-11-29

Comments:

[sanstemptation]

Jean-Loup Sieff. Femme Nue Dans un Miroir (1976).