#my lesbian ass is staring at her with such burning YEARNING

[vparka]

today came Apex's halloween update (aka the LTM and Path's mythic skin) and HELP, WATTSON'S SKIN IS REALLY PRETTY LOOK AT HER DHJKASJKDHASKJD

Respawn has made a few pretty skins but i think this one for Wattson... she looks STUNNING (she's always been gorgeous but damn, this now is on my top 3 skins for her!!)

i'm totally okay rn....

[angelsforthenight]

screen babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt 2)

camgirl!vi x reader (read pt 1 here, pt 3 here)

summary: after an abysmal night, you know who PinkSage really is. you want to loathe her, yet you can’t seem to escape vi’s agonising game, especially underneath the guttural heat of your city’s sun.

pre a/n: yaaawl if ur expecting smut in this chapter then i’m sorry but not yet 🙁🙁 i want to drag s.m.g out longer than i did with my last ellie series so you’re gonna have to wait until the next chapter. sometimes a slow burn can be so much better and worth it in the end, i promise! hope you guys still enjoy <3

content: AAAANGST, vi is really mean, very slight slut-shaming, cursing, crying, playful!vi, teasing! this entire chapter is a huge tease, vi is extroverted, difficult goddamn lesbians, some painful yearning, some cute moments, vi’s got one point up in this chap but we’ll see how that’ll go…

“i know who you are.”

your eyes persist in hers: as if trying to burrow yourself inside them and make yourself known.

vi, irritated as is, raises her brows and shakes her head; urging for you to elaborate. you have no idea where your boldness came from, but you find yourself continuing.

“PinkSage. y-you’re PinkSage, i watch you all the time i—“ vi’s face does a whole u-turn, the colour draining from her face.

“hold on, shut the fucking door first!” she hisses frantically. you flinch into obeying her. when you turn back around, your heart sinks at the disgusted look on vi’s face. maybe you hadn’t thought this one through.

“the fuck were you thinking? saying that shit whilst your parents are sleeping right there?” she whisper-scolds, storming towards you. you back away until you’re up against your door. yeah… what exactly were you thinking was going to happen? for your favourite cam-girl to immediately get on her knees and start eating you out? of course this moment hadn’t gone as you expected.

“huh? you just gonna stand there like a dumbass after revealing that shit? you of all people?” vi continues, her voice raising. she’s so enraged! as if it’s your fault that the woman you’re supposed to idolise happened to stay in your house. it’s only a fucked-up coincidence. your lips quiver as you find your voice.

“you— you’re being too loud.” are the only words that you can think of to say. vi stares at you in disbelief.

“… my parents are sleeping after all, right?” you mutter, looking away. vi is scowling so much she may as well pop a vein.

“hah. you’re a sick fucking freak.” she laughs dryly, shaking her head incredulously. though your gaze flicks up to her; bewildered and hurt, you’re not just going to let her talk down on you like this. not when what vi does is worse.

“you spread your legs for, like, a million pervs online. i don’t think you have the right to talk.” you snap whilst your voice trembles. here’s to thinking the world of PinkSage…

“pervs including your dull ass.” vi scoffs.

“watch your mouth, unless you’d like to sleep in the streets.”

“oh yeah? and what would you explain to your parents?” vi’s lips twitch into a grin, “mommy, daddy! kick vi out because i jerk off to her online but she’s being mean to me in real life!” she mocks, her voice lilting into a higher-pitched tone. your instinct is to push her in order to shut her mouth. vi only stumbles a little, but she glares at you as if you’ve thrown tomato juice all over her white top.

“fuck you.” you’re about to leave until something comes over you, feeling compelled to say one last thing. let her sit with this shit.

“and for your information, last time you streamed? you orgasmed to my name. your_user? yeah, that was me.”

you relish in the way vi’s expression mellows into one of astonishment. she’s dumbfounded and silent.

“sleep with that, bitch.” you spit, hastily slipping back to your room. you would’ve slammed the door if it wasn’t going to wake your parents up. your mother sleeps with one eye open and any noise would have her rising from her bed as if she’s a vampire.

once you make it back to your room, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. you’re trembling: entire body buzzing from head to toe with adrenaline and fury.

two steps closer to your bed and you feel a glob of tears swell in your throat, shooting up to your eyes. they are quick to rivulet down your cheeks like a torrent, and you intake a shuddering breath, coated with phlegm. afraid of vi hearing you next door, you immediately cover your mouth.

you jump into your bed, too arrogant to admit that the reason why you’re sobbing in your pillow is because you’re upset. you’re fucking pissed is what you are, embarrassed that you even said anything — and that vi had the gall to respond like that. whereas a week ago you would’ve praised PinkSage as if she were a saint, you’re sitting here wondering who the fuck this woman thinks she is.

of course famous people are dickheads in real life. you should’ve expected this. you fiercely wipe your tears, yanking your covers over your head. at least you were able to have the last word. you think about the look on her face, hoping she feels just as stupid as you do.

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it’s the morning that’s downright awful. you woke up too early, and now you’re forced out of your will to sit with your family and vi to eat breakfast.

your parents are trying so hard to impress her and you hate it. they’ve even gone the extra length of setting a table in your backyard, spread neatly over the stone ground. you don’t remember there being this much food in your house, let alone the gingham cloth fanned over the table. as if this breakfast is a special occasion. they must think vi is a goddamn prodigy! they find it to be groundbreaking how can she be oh so sweet volunteering for animals and taking care of them, and how she works out a lot and that tattoo on her face…

you chew your food slowly, glaring daggers at her as she compliments your mother’s cooking with her mouth full. meanwhile you would’ve gotten scolded for doing that! you’re being petty and stifling: insanely moody in this delicate summer morning. how could you not? you were in tears because of her audacity last night!

you bet if your parents found out what vi really does, your dad wouldn’t suggest playing basketball with her, and your mother wouldn’t be asking her all these stupid, prodding questions. ones like, “vi, do you have a boyfriend? o-or a girlfriend! if that’s what you prefer?”

you two make eye contact then. a split second, but it was palpable like an electric current zipping up your spine. you’re the first to look away; suddenly interested in swirling your fried egg around, smearing the yolk.

“nah. not interested in that stuff.” she replies dismissively, cool as a cucumber, because everything about her is cool! peachy! you prick your bacon with your fork hard, bringing it up to your lips as you flicker a glance at vi once more. since she’s not paying attention anymore, your eyes decide to fixate on the slope of her nose, shimmering from the light mixed with shadows that are dancing from the leaves above.

vi mutters something indignantly to your father, something you don’t hear because she suddenly steps on your foot under the table. hard. you accidentally let out a gasp that’s a little too loud, obliging everyone else to stop what they’re doing to glance up at you. they definitely forgot that you were even here. you glare at vi, who’s looking away as if she hadn’t just done that on purpose. are we suddenly little kids now? did she wake up completely overturned? ready to be an upbeat ray of sunshine after rudely shutting you down last night?

“everything okay?” dad raises a brow. vi only pretends to be curious, furrowing her brows and pouting, a faint jeering expression for your eyes only. what is she trying to play at? this isn’t just mere playfulness. this is something else.

“yeah, fine.” you murmur. you’re ready to push your chair back and leave until you hear your mother.

“oh, y/n can take you. she knows her way around the area better than any of us.” you freeze.

“what?” you brow quirks into a look of foul disdain. especially because vi looks like a grinning dog at your mother’s suggestion.

“you guys can even take the bikes!” dad chimes in enthusiastically. you want the skies above to open up and take you away. right here, right now.

“but—“

“i would love to go with you.” vi beams. that wretched look on her face, full of mischief and lies. the sun on her face isn’t exactly helping either. it’s all a cruel taunt: the way it kisses her face, the way it highlights her plush lips curved into that sweet, deceitful smile. she could be the sun herself… if she wasn’t so obnoxious. yet you find yourself relenting, giving a speck of yourself away to the woman who gets under your skin. you force yourself to stare at the wooden ridges of the table instead of the sunlight dancing on vi’s features.

“…fine. where to?”

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the lazy july sun is beating down on you mercilessly. vi’s wearing a baseball cap, but you? you were too pissed off and stubborn to listen to your mother’s advice on wearing a hat. so now you’re suffering.

you’re steering down the tree-lined dirt track with your bike. though it’s so damn hot, you really do appreciate the beauty that summer brings along: how everything appears so bright and awake. you won’t pretend that it can’t be suffocating however, especially when you have a certain pink-haired someone riding a bike behind you, distinctly aware of her eyes boring down your back.

vi slightly quickens so she’s right beside you, you side-eye her.

“who says that theres space for the both of us?” your words may as well have a double meaning. vi grins. there is actually enough space, you just don’t want her next to you.

“i did. you’re so sweaty you’re glowing by the way.”

“aw, thank you.” you sneer at her before picking up the pace.

“hey, wait! i was fucking around!” she chuckles, following you down the road.

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you guys ride until you’re in the city: bustling with people and markets. mothers are dragging their screaming kids, men are oozing with sweat; grumbling as they push past people. you’re jealous of those passing by that are able to fan their faces. vi parks her bike, but you don’t.

“well, it has been lovely escorting you.” you mutter sarcastically, gripping the handlebars.

“what? you’re not staying? what makes you think i know my way around?” vi counters. she looks so puzzled, like a puppy. you swallow, seeming to crumble just a little more when you look at her face for too long.

“um, i didn’t know you wanted a tour… but fine.”

you two walk along the markets. vi has quite some time before she’s called in for work so she wanted to familiarise herself with the city beforehand. at first, you guys hardly talk, simply following vi as she wanders about instead: watching as her eyes glint at the vintage trinkets and antiques they sell in stalls.

you feel like a clamshell stalling quietly behind her, as she eagerly chats with quite literally anyone. she’s so extroverted! it’s begrudgingly interesting watching her communicate, her delivery of words smooth and clear, making anyone hang onto her words like rope.

there’s too many people in this narrow path, and too much pushing. you don’t want to lose yourself in the crowd, so you helplessly tug on vi’s sleeve. vi glances back.

“you good?” she keeps walking with you continuing to use her sleeve as leverage. it’d be a mess if you guys were to randomly stop now, with this sea of people that have clearly got places to be.

“yeah, i just don’t wanna lose you.” you reply, realising too late how weird that just sounded. vi, jovial as she already has been, only smiles wider. you quickly back-pedal.

“m-my parents would kill me if i were to lose our guest, you know?”

“here.” you all but expected for vi to lace her fingers into yours, holding your hand as you continue to slink through the masses of people. why is she being like this? was last night completely erased from her head, or does she just not care that much? you stare at the back of her head, as if that’ll give you answers. you secretly enjoy the warmth of her hand, subtly pressing your palm further into hers. vi doesn’t notice. good.

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you guys find yourself in a music shop. this, after all the other markets and shops you’ve visited, finally has captured your keen interest. you come here all the time, the main source of all your cds in your room.

your eyes sparkle when your fingers stumble across one you’ve always wanted. limited edition, and it has a holographic cover too! how sick is that?

however, the excitement quickly fades when you remember that because you were stuck in your cloud of fitful anger, you ended up forgetting your wallet at home. you palm your pockets, making sure it miraculously doesn’t just so happen to be there… but nope. nothing.

“boo.” you feel the hotness of her mouth hard by your ear before you even register anything else. you squirm away, glowering at her only to be met with a cheeky smile back. vi’s already got a whole bag of stuff! how nice that must be.

“you gonna buy that?” vi points her gaze at the cd in your hands. you slot it back in the genre section. “i don’t have money, left it at home.” you mumble.

vi snorts, “you’re a real smart one, ain’t ya?”

“shut up. go pay for that and i’ll wait outside.” you grumble, practically storming out the door. you’ve never met anyone quite like vi. she’s so playful, and stupid and sweet, hot and mean all at the same time: getting under your skin in the worst way imaginable. the memory of PinkSage feels like it’s slipping from your fingers like sand.

vi comes back a moment later, smacking a cd down in your hands and walking ahead like nothing happened. you stare at her confusedly, but your eyebrows quickly rest in realisation as you gaze down at the cd. it’s the same one you wanted. your stomach betrays you by fluttering and then churning intensely.

“hey.” you call out, making vi stop.

“what’s your deal? why’d you buy this for me?” you grip the cd, heart beating like a live wire. vi turns around and walks closer to you. branches are singing from the breeze, seagulls are cawing, but you can’t hear anything. not when your full focus is on her. not when she’s walking so close it’s as if she’s going to step right through you.

“‘cause i saw how much you wanted it. you were gleaming.” she shrugs. how casual she must be, whilst your heart is pounding to the rhythm of her syllables. vi-o-let. why must you treat me this way?

“it’s no big deal.” she stares at you blankly up and down. you point your view downwards, focusing on the ladybug that’s started to crawl on your shoe. a kind respite from vi’s torturous gaze.

“why… why are you being so nice? after wh-what happened last night?” curse your sudden nervousness.

vi might as well close the gap between the pair of you, gentle fingers tilting your chin up to direct your gaze on her. oh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

“because you’re my biggest fan.” vi stretches out her words, soft and punishing. this godforsaken woman… you could quite literally die on her feet. your brain short-circuits and then switches off. especially when you witness vi’s gaze flickering to your lips. your breathing quickens, and it feels like your body isn’t yours anymore. you may as well be a floating bubble.

until vi takes her hat off and puts it on your head instead, patting it. “come on, let’s skedaddle. you don’t think our bikes got stolen, do you?” she jogs ahead, whilst you stand here like a dumbass, the cd lying limply in your hands.

this is a brutal penance worser than last night. vi did that on purpose, to see your reaction, and now that she’s got her fill, she’s going back to pretending as if nothing happened. how unsparing. how cruel.

you force yourself to drag your feet, one feet after the other towards vi. your head is lagging behind, still stuck on her touch.

chapter 3

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[crguang]

sat im trying so hard not to tweak in the gym rn omg my hands are shaking and its not bcos of these tricep extensions oh ymsucuekbf fuckitn god dude. dude u GET me like u fucking GET ME theyre so. fuck threyrs so like NO ORNS DOING IT LIKE SHALOM CHIEF IM TELLING U LIKE AKEGDBJJDHS im so sorry im so incoherent but ur so good at like wording things and its like u took the mess in my brain and transcribed it perfectly. shalom overcame some fucking insane struggles and her connection to chief as the first sinner to be shackled. what if i wept my eyes out actually like. ALSO LETS STORM PARADEISOS TOGETHER 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝 im getting her ass outta there if its the last thing i do istg everyone para affiliated is on thin fucking ice (stares at langley) like what they did to her was so fucking evil actually….. targeting little lomi SPECIFICALLY bcos she was the one who resisted the most…… IM SICK. SICK I TELL U. paradeisos will die by my blade. ok i gotra get back to these reps before im accused of machine hogging but I WILL RETURN TO YAP MAYBE LATER….. love u n ur takes !!! my ceo of psychoanalysis frrrr <33333

YOURE IN THE GYM HDJFKDJFJF gotta get those muscles if you wanna take out paradeisos… we ride at dawn. i swear i would burn that place to the ground and im giving langley a choice to go down with the ship or make out in front of the flames. i was sooo disgusted, having shalom narrate what happened to her in that same steady voice as always was so eerie ugh i get mad just thinking about what they took from her. the way she went “all my feelings were snuffed out by such cowards?”… i will avenge you shalom i swear to god

the amnesia trope is so good like it can be cliche and corny but theres something about one party holding every memory of their relationship in their heart while the other can only rely on instinctual familiarity and comfort… it’ll always do it for me when it’s with characters i love idc idc, shalom even said something similar, about holding every memory of chief’s past self within her. plus she also said their destinies are linked sooo those are soulmates to me sorry

she cares so bad its sickening… i cant even tell you how many times ive read the words yearn[ing] in her interro and you know what. fitting. like this was just shalom pining for 48 hours. paradeisos’ downfall was to pick a lesbian as the 7th generation Hush

[paperskinned-writing]

First attempt at smut. I've read some here and there and used to be an amateur writer before. So enjoy it with a grain of salt if it's not quite good.

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Anyways, it's a bit of maid and master play with Kali and Ilia (RWBY) in some scenario where the Belladonnas have rebuilt their house and Ilia is a maid because she feels bad about the last one. Nothing extreme about this one but who knows. I might make a sequel if people like it enough.

Again, enjoy.

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The bottle crashed down from the highest shelf in the room. Silence, followed by soft sniffles eventually made their way across the room to Kali's ears.

The little maid stood in the puddle of what was a full bottle of bourbon. The white frills and apron of her uniform, stained with splatters, were clenched in dainty fists. Her previously white stockings were now the same golden hue as the aftermath on the hardwood floor.

Kali rose from her plush leather chair she had been reading in while observing her personal maid. And immediately strode across the room to Ilia and put her arms around her. While not much taller than the girl, she did embrace tight enough that her motherly chest pushed itself up into a magenta face.

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am," Ilia stammered, lowering her head further into cleavage, clearly ashamed of the mess she'd made and the concern her mistress had for her. The maid's magenta was giving way to deeper shades of blush, probably due to her particular Faunus trait. Kali sighed.

She wasn't angry or anything. However, it was a repetitive routine. Ilia, though currently buried in her chest, had insisted on being a maid after the previous estate went up in flames. The Belladonnas kindly told her it wasn't necessary but the former White Fang thug was trying to make amends. Kali was of course sympathetic to someone trying, and convinced her reluctant but soft beast of a husband to allow it.

A bit of buyer's remorse she supposed was settling in. While she had fun dressing Ilia in various maid outfits and watching the girl enthusiastically do her bidding, Mrs. Belladonna was starting to regret it. So many items were broken in the first week, she had to cover for Ilia to keep her husband from throwing her out. Two weeks later, the frequency had let up. However, each later item seemed to be more expensive than the last. And this was even after she had the regular staff essentially baby proof the mansion.

She stroked the maid's long ponytail, tracing it all the way out to it's curly end, repeating slowly. It seemed to calm Ilia down, or at least her colors were back into the normal complexion range.

"I'm sorry." The little one straightened up. "I'll clean this up right away."

Kali held her embrace firm for one last stroke of silky hair and let the maid exit. Though even that was a small struggle when Ilia had ended up catching her outfit in the door when she closed it behind her. Kali sighed again. Again, not angry. Just wondering what her help was actually helping.

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Ilia returned with cleaning equipment in hand. Struggling through the door to the room, she began gathering glass and tossing it away. Kali resumed her half-hearted attempt to read to the ambient noise of the room. After some time, sloshing noises caught her attention and she glanced back up.

The tiny maid had hiked her almost knee-length skirt up and under her stained apron. Then she proceeded to get down on the floor to hand scrub the mess away, using a rag and a plastic bucket to do so.

Her attire wasn't skimpy. Frilly and loose standard really. The only real form fitting aspect to it was her sash around her waist that cinched the outfit about her waist. But this was the first time the lady of the house had taken a notice of the girl's figure since she had forced Ilia to wear it.

While the girl was currently faced the other way towards the door, her rear was pointed at Kali. The unstained tops of white stockings grabbed into shapely tan thighs. Straps from a garter belt led away from there up to the skirt that just barely hid the bottom of Ilia's cheeks. Annoyingly, the frilly hem obscured a peek of what might be underneath. Kali had only given her stockings to wear and never told her lingerie was a part of the outfit. Now there was a curiosity to unravel, unlike the mystery in her novel she was hardly reading anyway.

The tiny maid was oblivious to the stares from across the room. She continued scrubbing, her ass swaying slightly as she went. It truly grabbed the feline's attention, the curiosity gnawing at her.

What would a young lady wear under her uniform? Why bother? Maybe it was just personal taste? Maybe she liked the outfit too much? Her mind puzzled over the intentions behind the lingerie.

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Eventually Ilia finished her cleaning and Kali still burned with a longing for answers. The maid stood up and started to adjust her skirt back to its normal. The bourbon stains on her apron and hems had dried for the most part. She tugged the edges down and shimmied until the folds of fabric hit their full length.

The mistress had been absentmindedly tapping her bottom lip with the tip of her finger. Her gaze hadn't changed in spite of Ilia now being fully dressed. Her fixation on the servant's thighs and hips eventually travelled up to the obscured bust before suddenly locking her amber eyes on a pair of grey ones. Staring bashfully right back into hers. Kali blushed at her blatant ogling.

"Are you done, Ilia?" she asked, trying to shake herself from her curiosity streak.

"Yes, ma'am." The reply was rather meek. The grey eyes were still widened a bit. "Is there something you wanted to ask me, Ms. Belladonna?"

Kali bit her lip. She'd been tapping absentmindedly on her chin before in her pondering.

The woman had always been a sucker for a submissive toy. She herself was a switch and Ghira, bless him, was her man. He was in charge in the bedroom: as rough as he wanted, as long as he needed. She loved it just as much as he, but she did occasionally feel that familiar ache. The need to dominate something like he did to her. That carnal need to gain pleasure at the expense of another. Ghira knew this and he cautiously welcomed her to exorcise it, lest it get out of control.

As long as it's not another man, he told her, he'd look the other way.

And here before her was a good little girl. Bright eyed. Tan. Beautiful. Eager to please. So, maybe a bit of a tease? Enough to satisfy her curiosity and maybe vent a bit of her pent up frustration with the source of it all? Maybe add in a touch of blackmail for fun? Kali cleared her throat and sat back in her plush chair. The leather softly creaking around her head as it cradled her feline ears atop.

"I'm curious to know what a maid wears under her attire."

After some silence, Ilia shifted in her shoes but never broke the gaze between them. Her fingers flexed tentatively.

"Did I do something wrong, ma'am?"

Kali's ears twitched slightly at the innocence in Ilia's whisper. It was genuine, yet, it felt like there was a yearning intertwined.

"No! Not at all. I just couldn't help but notice something when you were down on all fours. I saw something that piqued my interest."

The mistress licked her lips, her gaze grew hungry. It still locked with the other's.

"Care to show me what a maid wears under her uniform?"

Finally, the grey eyes broke contact. They glanced downwards at their owner's feet. Then the hands trembled to the edges of the frilly skirt and pulled it up.

Slowly up the stained stockings, slower up the white straps of the garter belt over the tan flesh. And a slight pause before the grey eyes turned upwards to resume their gaze.

Truthfully, the blue striped panties were cute but not what made Kali feel a deep tingling in her loins. It was actually the fact that Ilia submitted so easily. So exactly. It exhilarated her domme side, the beastial side of her that rarely got out.

Sure, she had a few flings with Sienna, but it was mostly a contest between the two, both being switches meant one never really submitted to the other to a satisfying degree. But that was that. A literal master and servant relationship? Only in other people's fantasies did this happen. And here, in front of her, Kali had a fantasy coming true.

"Come closer," she required. She was too invested in the heat of the moment to let Ilia get away now. She had boundaries to push. Limits to test.

Ilia quietly obeyed, keeping her skirt lifted as the maid slowly walked towards her mistress. Her mary janes clicking on the hardwood as she proceeded.

Kali slowly uncrossed her legs to sit up higher in her chair to allow her servant to come closer. Ilia stepped up toe to toe with her, not in a defiant manner. She was still wide eyed and blushing but every bit as invested as the lady of the house. The little lesbian waited.

"Even closer," came the next sultry command.

Kali's lightly tanned thighs rubbed against Ilia's knees as the latter brushed past to place her toes directly under her mistress's chair. She could go no further.

Lifting her well-manicured hands from the armrests, Kali's fingers traced down her own waist and trailed across her thighs until they resided on the maid's knees. The girl shuddered at the touch. It wasn't out of fear. It was her eagerness. A subtle invitation for more.

"You have to tell me. With your words."

The grey eyes winced slightly, glanced down then returned again like before.

"You can touch me, Ms. Belladonna," came a whisper.

Kali tisked. "Try again."

"I...want. I want you to touch me."

"Please?"

"Please."

"Mistress?"

"Yes. Please, Mistress."

"Say it properly then," purred Kali.

"Mistress, please. I... I want you t-to touch me," the small lesbian requested. "I need it."

At an achingly slow pace, the resting palms tugged and transcended their way up the shapely thighs. Fingers slid to the backside, the palms massaged the outsides, and the thumbs rubbed across the front. Like walking up a long flight of stairs, the mistress worked her hands further and further upwards. Back to side, side to front and up a smidge further to repeat.

Reaching the tops of the stockings, Kali laced her fingers under the fabric and traced around the hem. The direct skin to skin contact sent waves of small shivers up Ilia. A soft moaning cry escaped the maids lips. Kali's eyes never left her face, but Ilia was shutting hers, opening them again, staring back, glancing down. Her tired arms quaked as they clung to the skirt in a death grip. It was probably out of the fear her mistress would stop if she disobeyed in showing her attire that the girl didn't dare let it fall.

The woman felt the heat emanating from between those light brown thighs. She was careful not to go between them, allowing the tension to build in her little toy. She resumed her back to front pattern from before, taking care to trace underneath the front and rear straps as she traversed up past the halfway mark.

A slight tiptoe motion came from the maid when a finger traced the bottom-most edge of her ass. It earned a wicked grin from her master. Leaning a bit more forward, Kali cupped her ass, sliding her hands under the striped fabric clinging to the flesh. She kneaded and grabbed with increased force as she sank her grip into tender meat. Kali pulled the cheeks apart and pushed them back together as she massaged them roughly with her paws. Occasionally dragging her nails across their entirety earned hip thrusts.

Squeals of pleasure and heavy panting filled the room. The tension from the invasive hands pulled Ilia's panties taught across her clit and they dug deep into her soaked crotch. The kneading gave a sawing motion to it all and the poor servant girl couldn't hold any longer.

With a sorrowful whimper the skirt slipped from her hands and covered up the whole exhibit. And, as if it were a cue, Kali immediately stopped everything and sat back in her chair. A stern look about her as her hands laced together under her chin.

"Mistress! I-" Ilia struggled, "I'm sorry! But I-I'mmm… I was soooooo close!"

"I know I didn't say to hold this-" Kali said as she put a knee into the girls groin, "the whole time. But how am I to do anything if I don't get to at least see it with my own eyes?" Her amber orbs unsympathetically returning the gaze from the pleading grey eyes upon her.

"H-how can I make it right with you? Mistress? Please tell me!"

Kali tapped her toe for a short while, pretending or maybe not to make up her mind on what to do. For that while, Ilia did her best to stand at the ready but the quakey stance gave away that under her skirt she was rubbing her thighs together to keep herself stimulated. Kali couldn't see it but there was certainly another puddle on her hardwood floors at this point.

"Lift your skirt again."

Obediently the order was followed. And upon doing so, two well-manicured hands produced cat-like claws. They turned over, palm up, and slipped under the front of the garter belt. Then they looped under the soaked fabric of Ilia's panties.

In a swift motion that slightly startled the maid, Kali cut the underwear away. The stripes clung for a moment due to the soaking they concealed, but with a gentle push on the inside of either thigh, the sticky sheet fell away, leaving a servant bare to her master's eyes. The garter belt's straps framed the prize. Goosebumps crossed the tanned skin, both from excitement and the sudden chill.

The mistress retracted her claws and traced the faint pressure marks where the elastic had been. Then she ran a single finger across from hip bone to hip bone. It resulted in extremely tight clenching between the thighs as Ilia grew somehow more excited with anticipation. Still, the tan girl held her posture otherwise.

She was perfectly smooth save for a small patch above. When petting the soft fuzz with her thumb, the maid doubled over while almost headbutting her mistress in the process. Her tongue briefly licked Kali's neck as she rested her head on one shoulder. Still holding the skirt high around her sides, Ilia was pushed back into standing as close as she could. Turning her other hand palm up again, Kali sank her middle finger into the love tunnel.

A shrill but satisfying moan deafened the feline. Ilia had to be a near virgin for how tight she gripped that one digit. It was only the first phalanx and her mistress could barely keep pushing. She used her thumb on the clit to stimulate her even more before her palm filled with sticky nectar.

The maid collapsed to the ground. Her legs gave out from the sheer weight of her climax. She saw stars in a pair of amber eyes. Those eyes seemed to move away for a moment before Ilia felt like she was falling forward.

Kali wrapped a leg around the back of her servant's neck, careful to grab the silky ponytail out of the way as she reclined again. Resting her black hair against the leather, she was ready. Using her calf to draw the starry eyed lesbian into her now dripping love patch. As the feline pulled her own lacey panties aside, Ilia seemed to come to terms with the situation.

A slimy tongue rolled lazily out and began to service. Kali wasn't as hairless as her younger counterpart but she was trimmed. She wrenched the ponytail in her hand around as a rudder. Her juices smeared all across the girl's face. The maid was enthralled by it more and more, even as she was coming down from her own climax. Ilia reached under the grappling thigh to get a hold of some womanly hip with one hand. The other found itself furiously working her up to another star-studded high.

A deep purr in Kali's chest resonated out loud. As Ilia was gaining more conscious, she only got more enthusiastic. Her sticky tongue kissed every crease and fold, her lips sucked up any juice that the mistress had to offer. Pure. Fucking. Bliss.

Ilia had what seemed like a normal tongue (other than the tacky, gooey quality it possessed) until she buried her nose deep into Kali's muff and her tongue reached deeper than anyone had ever done.

The mistress nearly rolled her eyes back as a result while she groaned out loud. It wasn't that hard, throbbing meat slab her husband would slam in her but it reached almost as far. The slimy member nearly kissed her womb. But that wasn't enough. She had to have more.

Raising her ass slightly, she bucked her hips against her maid's open mouth. Kali began to facefuck her servant but it wasn't unwelcomed. The tiny brunette took it as a command to work harder and did. She slurped harder, wriggling her tongue as much as it would allow. Occasionally she pulled it out completely and snaked it down between the feline's glorious cheeks, sending tangible shivers up her mistress's back when she reinserted into the love tunnel.

Climax for Kali nearly tore off Ilia's ponytail. She held her maid's head with her thighs and the sheer lifting power in her forearms as her body went rigid. As she did, the brunette worked herself up to the finale, using the asphyxiation induced by her mistress to send herself over again.

.

Eventually, Kali let Ilia have her hair back. Her death grip lessened and the suffocated servant slowly parted from her nether region with a small kiss before sitting back on her ankles. The maid kissed the inside of one thigh as she parted. Then shakily, climbed to her feet using the armrests for support.

The little lesbian didn't bother wiping her sloppy face. Instead, she wore a fairly confident smile with a liberal amount of blush in her cheeks. The smile was returned by her mistress, more out of a sense of satisfaction than one of confidence.

"I suppose you should change out of that outfit. There's more than one kind of stain on it now," purred a tired sounding comment. Kali shifted to a more upright position. "Don't worry about the floor for now. Just tell anyone who might need me that I've taken a nap in here."

"Yes, mistress."

Ilia walked across the room and exited. This time she was careful enough to not close the door on her skirt.

Kali let out a small sigh and leaned forward again. Holding her face in both hands and stamping her feet on the ground, Kali wore a stupid grin on her face now. Ilia had gone to clean herself up and now she was in here relishing in the afterglow. How much fun could she have with this new maid? They'd gone so far but she still hadn't seen it all. She hadn't truly explored what her body was like. Hadn't truly controlled her.

Grabbing the still sopping wet cloth on the ground, Kali settled again into her seat. She could smell the juices as she rolled the former panties in her hand. It'd be rude of her to not return these later. Right?

Perhaps it wasn't buyer's remorse, the woman supposed. She was merely making an investment before and now it was paying dividends. How exciting.

[ol-razzle-dazazzle]

All the gay asks bc you made me do all of them

OWO thank you I love you1. describe your idea of a perfect dateAll of them??? Kakhiwkdkalgr walking around the beach or going to a bookstore or maybe a forest to chill or an abandoned place for a spooky date??? Movie date??? Ocean date??? Marriage date??? All good!!! Crab catching would certainly be on the agenda though. The oceans the best2. whats your “type��My type? Uhh anyone that’s nice to me lmao. Someone i can joke with and I know that cares about me. Quiet on the outside but like, nurturing and fun when you get to know em. Someone that doesn’t let people treat em like garbage because i yearn to be like that. On a side note I’m not sure why but most people i used to tend to have crushes on were ISFJs (or ESFJs) probably because they fit the criteria above. I don’t really like people that are totally my personality, and I think it’s important to not surround yourself with yes people or people that vehemently disagree with you. And communication! V important In terms of looks though? The kinds of girls I’m attracted to vary a lot actually. Buff girls soft girls tall girls short girls thin girls medium girls big tiddy little tiddy it’s all good. I guess I tend to prefer girls that aren’t white (not in a fetishistic way of course it’s just most girls that I’ve had crushes on or knew that were gay that were white just had really bad personalities and that brand of White Feminism™️ sorry if I worded this poorly) brown or black hair I guess? Just someone that doesn’t look like me adjnrujbslltgbk. Also someone I can squish and hug nicely. Of course I think there’s a lotta bullshit with people limiting themselves to only a few criteria and the racism or body type discrimination is total bullshit. Fetishisation is just as bad. There’s just so many cute girls out there why be a shitlord to people y’know? 3. do you want kids?Later on in life, if my partner would then yeah sure why not. I hate babies though so I would...4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?Adopt definitely. I’d personally prefer to adopt a kid that’s older, because they have a less chance of being chosen and I want them to be raised in a loving environment. 5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been onI’ve never been on an actual date ;v; but tbh any date I’d have with my gf would automatically top the list6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)I’ve never had sex so I got no gosh dang clue aside from fantasies, which I would be nervous as heck but ultimately want to be as adoring as possible and kisses everywhere7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?Mornings when you don’t have to go to things are amazing and beautiful but otherwise afternoon or night time gay. Anything that isn’t midday is good though8. opinion on nap dates?I’d be down for it. Sleeping is great, but cuddling and sleeping? Even better! Doesn’t matter for how long but yes! Good shit!!! 9. opinion on brown eyes?Only the most beautiful thing ever??? Brown and black eyes being ugly is a government lie, they are gorgeous. Black eyes just have that deep obsidian stare and like an adoring cat with dialated pupils you just want to hug, and brown eyes??? When the light hits them or you’re staring into them? Beautiful galaxies my dude. 10. dog gay or cat gay?I love dogs but I would never own one unless my partner wanted one. They’re just not a companion I prefer to cats. Cats are very good and fluffy and compact in comparison to dogs. Dogs are amazing though and I need to pay every one I see. 11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?Dude we already planned to live in a pseudo-barn to have crabs, rats, bats, cats and lizards 12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someoneSomeone who’s very ‘my way or the high way’. (My mum’s a lot like this and it’s caused me to try to constantly be appeasing. But with my mental illness I’ve gotten a lot more irritated by it.) Or someone that is a bit too mean I’m joking about people to the point where you don’t know if they’re serious. (I have this problem a lot with ‘friends’ and it leads to a lot of doubts and depression.) Also highly argumentative people who want to seem better than you and debate everything you say. (Just...ew.)13. what is a misconception you had about lgbt people before you realized you were one?I live in a homophobic family, so I used to think gay was a swear word lmao. I was told that we were unnatural, burning in hell, hypersexual, all that shit. Issues on trans people were even worse, and back when I considered the possibility of me being a trans man (while I experience dysphoria In my body I don’t think I would ID as a man- at the time I didn’t know what agender identities were) I was made to feel like it was the worst thing ever or that it didn’t exist that everyone was just straight and ‘normal’ 14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger selfDon’t pretend you’re aroace to hide who you are, you’re autistic but that’s okay just don’t overwhelm yourself, try to do things to the best you can. Also toxic feminity/masculinity is bullshit don’t feel guilty about wearing anything. You’re gay it’s so much easier now and don’t let people dictate of make you defend yourself 15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?Lmao nah. There is always that awkward moment when you think you see a hot butch but then he’s a twink. Bamboozled again. 16. who is an ex you regret?A few years ago I was forced into a relationship with some rude ass dude who ignored that I ID’d as aroace at the time. I guess at the time I had some comp het so I think that’s why I went along with it? It was kinda some toxic shit like nothing nsfw but he was just a huge dick that went off at the slightest disagreement and I’m glad I got rid of that trash lmao17. night club gay or cafe gay?Cafe gay by far!!! Well I’ve never been to a night club, but I’m someone who gets overwhelmed by loud noises and people, so it wouldn’t be the place for me. Cafes are relaxing18. who is one person you would “go straight” forNo one lmao, The only possibility of slightly me becoming straight is like a fictional character19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?Books and video game gay! There needs to be more gaymes, but books are good I just have less time to read them as opposed to gaymes which I can do whenever 20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)Probably RenMerry from Touhou! These two mean a lot to me, and got me into the series that helped me realise I was a lesbian! These two just work so well together that I strive to have a relationship like that- a slightly bickery old couple with the freshness of new adventure tied together with a love that will never fade away even as it transcends borders~21. favourite gay youtuberDon’t really have one. I’m not really into the British youtuber scene and the ones that I do sub don’t really talk about their sexuality or not (I think sailor j might be bi? But that’s about it) I usually watch comedy channels or vocaloid covers. Actually Oktavia’s Gay, yeah let’s go with her. Her voice is amazing and made me realise how much I love deep voices22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?Ahbkowejkboesh I’ve had crushes on straight people that I’ve wanted to hang out with but no of course not I’m too shy for that shit23. have you ever been in love?Yes! And I’m still doing so right now! 24. have you ever been heartbroken?While in a relationship? No. But like the whole ‘falling in love with a straight girl senpai and then everyone tells her that you have a crush on her which causes you to be distant to each other leading you to cry copiously at her graduation and never truly repairing your friendship which is all you ever wanted and never being able to talk to her again?’ ...y yeah 25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someoneHonestly I try to make a distinction between ‘people I have crushes on’ and ‘people I would date’ bc yeah someone might be cute but dating is another story. I’m someone who varies a lot in style (as someone who may possibly be gender fluid or agender but hasnthad the opportunity to explore that for family reasons) 26. favourite lgbt musician/bandUhhh Queen I guess? Idk I need more gay shit recommend me please. Queen is quality shit though 27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gaysDon’t ever feel the need to apologise or defend you being gay. Be happy even if other people aren’t about you. If you’re autistic chances are you’ll question your identity, don’t worry about it and just love who you love. If you’re a lesbian especially don’t apologise or feel you have to be in a certain role to ‘be truly gay’ and also please ask people out otherwise you’ll never get anywhere- all lesbians are useless and I got lucky shjgowkgowlgr. But above all, don’t feel guilty and have fun exploring yourself and fleshing our who you are, even if you can’t always show that out loud. 28. are you out? if so how did you come outI’m not out to any family member (I say that I’m aroace but they believe I’m straight despite jokes on the contrary) but pretty much everyone that isn’t a complete stranger knows. I can’t help but talk adoringly over my girlfriend so it just happens. Otherwise I go on some spheal about homophobic bullshit dropping hints that I’m gay before saying I’m gay. It’s led to some shittalking and other various bullshit but I don’t give a fuck anymore 29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have Believing I was aroace and my friends saying that i was in denial of being gay. I was like ‘lmao Domi’s just a friend I lowkey have a crush on her but she’s just being nice :^)’ then like a week later burst through the door like BITCH GUESS WHOS GAY FOR HER GIRLFRIEND 30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexualityEvaluate the consequences of coming out. While I live in a homophobic family, Australia is somewhat accepting and there’s no conversion therapy to my knowledge at least (there are highly fundamentalist Christian groups but I’m not sure if they include forms of violence) Especially if you are in an anti-gay country or an area where you could be persecuted, I think it’s important to be out to at least one person you know who supports you. It could be online or a friend that you know you could trust (if you don’t know if you could try subtly bring it up and see their reaction, but better safe than sorry.) because it’s hard to go through this entirely alone. While it’s important to be unapologetic of who you are, it’s more important to protect yourself- this doesn’t make you wrong, but the people who make you feel wrong wrong.