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[ofsinsanddesires]

@sunflcwr from Here

They continue the soft trill, fully grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body as they start peppering kisses along their ear and down their neck. And from the feeling of their fur against soft skin, it was very clear they were already wearing very little as they feel up their partner,

|| 💛 ||: ❝ How about on the loveseat, darling~ ❞

There's a soft bubbling chuckle under their words as a grip spread across their lips,

|| 💛 ||: ❝ You wont be needing your clothes, either. In case you want to take care of that for me. ❞

[viviskull]

@sunflcwr​ : x

It hadn’t been anything more than a regular session— the frantic breathy kisses they shared, the trail of saliva connecting them both now separated, her legs locking their hips within the constraints of the bed. Ekira’s hands are still knotted in her hair, and they’re frozen, trying to regain that pang of lust they’d felt, but to no avail.

Their gaze moves towards their crossed legs, heart still pounding in their chest. They’re shaking, and all Ekira can think of is how pathetic they are as the tears and snot stream down their cheeks— how alienated they feel from their own body.

It hadn’t been anything more than a few kisses pressed upon on their back, and yet, Ekira had frozen in place not long into their session. The feeling of those familiar, cold fingers kneading into the small of their back had rendered them helpless, the gentle touches feeling almost incomprehensible on their scarred, dead flesh.

“‘M sorry,” they finally choke out after an air of silence, hating the fact they could hear their voice crack, that they were shaking so visibly, that the (granted, small) puddle of fluids beneath them was already soaking the sheets and drying into their fur. They’d been used to having their back shielded, up against the bed or the wall or anywhere where Vivi couldn’t easily see nor grab it.

It was nothing but a painful reminder of what had happened, and to have it grabbed so tenderly, treating it as if it wasn’t a painful reminder of Ekira’s existence— something lovely, something to be so gentle with— it felt… amazing.

Into the solace of her arms as she embraced them, welding to them like warmth that virtually clung to her dearly beloved like they were her only lifeline, she had grown to learn and cherish every little detail the other had allowed her hands to explore.  The cool comforts of her body practically had Ekira pinned down and nearly sprawled open like a spread world map; taking extra care to brush over every notable feature with a conscious choice of loving respect.  Even in her unchaste haze, no matter how her animalistic instincts often clouded her mortal judgment, there wasn’t a body part spared from this dame greedy grasping at every inch of her bard’s frame in between their sloppy kisses.  It had been too long since they last parted from her during their long travel up north, and her heart desperately missed their reassuring warmth.  Her wondering touches, her senses craved to remember them again.

No piece of them was left untouched.  Her fingers had entangled themselves through their hair and ran to their hips when she had pulled them into their unofficially shared chambers.  There wasn’t an urge that hadn’t been followed, for every part of them she wanted to remind them of what they thoroughly forgot at her being absent from their side for too long.

So to say she was more than in awe to incidentally flip Ekira virtually onto their stomach (when their brain was most likely trying to catch up with their burning heat) to be presented with the rare, golden opportunity of exploring them completely?  She was overjoyed.  Their neglected, scarred skin had felt like a sign for her, just calling out for more of her admiration and praise.  She would have been a fool to ignore it had she not woven them deeply within the heart of her affection.  She loved every part of them and their entirety.  They were still her favorite Prince, her favorite shining jewel to behold in her honor.

But quickly she’s yanked off from her dreamy cloud with a sharp jolt across her skin, Ekira’s trembling terror punching straight into the pits of her stomach with dreadful precision.  Almost immediate, as if this moment struck a painful memory of her own, Vivi mimics their rigid state; her smooches to halt the instant their weak cries hit her ears.  However, as her lips still lingered closely to the scars that littered their back, her warm breath tickled against the old wounds in a breathless manner.  Her heart still fluttered rapidly like a bird batting its wings hard in her chest.  In that instant, her eyes shoot up to the back of the other’s head, her brows furrow down low with a crashing wave of worry.  The last thing she wanted was to make her companion upset.  She already couldn’t bear the thought of hurting them further.

Allowing her hands to fall to their hips in that moment, Vivi’s quick to rise from their back to rest her chin upon their shoulder.  If being her boys’ rock taught her anything?  She’d fall back onto the habit of being her beloved’s anchor, even if it often times meant it literal.  “.. O-Oh goodness, Honey.”  Her expression softens.  Her hands instinctively rub some comforting circles into their fur.  “Did I.. Did I overwhelm ya too much?  We can stop for a minute if ya need a moment to breathe, Sweetpea.”

[portalescondido]

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[trondopeacekeeper]

Sexual traits

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INCLINATIONS/HABITS:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

BODY/APPEARANCE:

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | stocky build | chubby | fat | boxers | briefs | boxer-briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’| shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9“ in length | 10” or over in length |

SOUNDS:

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk.

TURN-ONS/KINKS:

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’  | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner | whipping | being whipped | none of the above

PLACES:

in a bedroom | in a shower / bath | in a pool/ocean | in a kitchen | in a bathroom (home) | in a bathroom (public) | in a car  | in a tent | in an alleyway | in a field / forest | at a school | in an empty / abandoned building | in a library | on a rooftop / terrace | in a dressing room | in an elevator | in a parking lot | at a museum | at a cemetery | at a beach | in a closet | at a hospital

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[ofsinsanddesires]

❛  do whatever you want to me.  ❜

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Are you sure, darling? ❞

They were already hovering over their partner, hands buffering either side of them as their bare leg presses lightly to the sensitive area between their legs.

Shifting their weight to one arm, the now free hand comes up to caress Ekira's cheek, to smooth the fur there they'd mussed in the many kisses peppered across their features.

|| 💛 ||: ❝ I was thinking of taking it slow tonight, if that's alright. ❞

[viviskull]

@sunflcwr​​ : x 

“Uhnnnn.. nhhh… no…” Ekira’s eyes fixate dazedly on the ceiling, greedy gulps of air making up for the incoherent spew of words that struggle to come out from their mouth. It was an incredible, exhilarating and absolutely painful experience, and Ekira feels their leg twitch, trying their hardest to regain the sense of feeling from the pins and needles from the rough, yet pleasuring session.

Exhausted panting soon follows suit, wincing at each slow movement of their body, though make no actual attempt to stop themselves from sliding off the bed. The back of their head hits the floor, leaving Ekira spread eagle with legs dangling on the side of the bed. “It— wasn’t all that bad.” they finally croak, squeezing their eyes shut to dissipate the budding tears in their eyes. “I jus’… need… a minute.” A pause. “…more’n a minute.”

Vivi’s skin still sizzles with the ever echoing feverish warmth of her flickering desires.  The lingering ghosts of their once embracing furs felt almost missing against her aching hips, feeling practically spent with an involuntary, dying whimper upon having to pull out.  With unused muscles having almost gone neglected until what ultimately felt like hours prior, the damn throbbing scaly member she had once formed for the substitution of a strap had dissolved just as quickly as the uncomfortable cool chills of her room dragged her back down from her mighty high.  Already left damp and sticky from her partner’s mess, she felt all the more uncomfortable when her Godly senses finally decided to catch up with her in that instant.

Her magical presence, her spiritual body that always seemed to feel amiss beneath her own skin, instinctively spread out all about her cluttered room; filling her already groggy senses with an overstimulated edge.  With her mind not entirely circling on Ekira anymore like a blanket, with how she once before took in every little whine, finger curl, and squirm of their hips with cherished delight, every little mess she hadn’t had the time to clean all came rushing to her like a wave.  Piles upon piles of books that littered the floor from her forgetting to shove back onto her empty shelves, jackets were left upon the back of her desk chair were left abandoned, countless plants that practically overtook the metal chairs she once set out to put away months ago, and so much more messes she hadn’t had the time to look after with so much left to do in her wake.  There was chaos where she’d wake, and there chaos where it rested and tolled where she’d sleep.  The warm blankets and comforters that already clung to her frame, the ones that once hid them both away as a sense of her own comfort suddenly felt too much; and she would’ve kicked them away if it weren’t for the soft thud of her companion falling from the bed with a feeble wince slapping her back to attention.

Her heart thunders in her chest, a quick surge of her evening adrenaline still burning through her fried up nerves.  Ignoring the collections of sweat that now burned against her exposed skin as it allowed her long and tangled sparkling blue hair to stick to the backs of her neck and back with a strained warmth, she grits her teeth with muffled hiss as she stirs her numbing limbs to move in unison once again.  Her arms practically scream with more trembling aches and pains.  Normally she often had some help to make up for the lack of her spent strength, but for tonight all she had was her spirit to fill in her exhausted tanks and empty stomach.  Lewis wasn’t joining them, and Arthur was gone on a trip to spend some time with his Uncle and family.  Mystery was out hunting (so much for calling for backup), and all she had.. was Ekira’s companionship from keeping her insane.

Goodness, for what she wouldn’t give for Lewis’s kisses and snacks to ease off her lack of energy.  Too bad she already threw her scarf downstairs, because she sure needed an extra pair of hands.

What a real pity it was, indeed.

Ignoring the feeble whines of her bed frame as she leans off the bed to fish the other back up from the messy carpet floor, Vivi has to pat the floor for a second to search for the poor Goatling until her cold palm accidentally smacks against Ekira’s chest.  Oops, there they are!  “Aww, just don’t pass out on me!”  Two cold hands are already making themselves comfortable underneath her companion’s fuzzy arms.  If Ekira wasn't so dazed, they could probably chase the slight lacy tone of the dame’s uncertain panic.  “Just–,” whoop, with a pull, another pull, and unlikely enjoyable tug, Vivi finally managed to haul the other back into bed, and into the warmth of her scarred bosom–, “don’t tell me ya seeing stars..”

“How many fingers am I holding up, mate?”  Its two, but when drawn out in this stunning moonlight.. It’s still kinda hard to tell.  “Do I need to get ya something to drink first??  Something to eat???”

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[buckleymaddies]

name: clem

age: 27

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: lesbian

gender: ??? (nonbinary) tme

race: white

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[ofsinsanddesires]

@sunflcwr neon rope

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Oh- sorry darling. ❞

They half laugh, quickly working to untie then retie the glow in the dark ropes they’d brought. Smiling softly, they were pretty happy about how it looked in the low light- even if they weren’t fully tuned in to how silly it seemed. It certainly made it easier to see what they were doing after the sun had set, and their lamps were never the brightest. Practical and fun, as they’d say. 

They finish retying the ropes, making sure the goatling’s arms were well restrained, but not too tight that it would dig into their skin and brush their fur the wrong way. 

|| 💛 ||: ❝ How’s that? Better? I have to say, darling, you’re practically glowing. ❞

They snicker a bit. Okay, yeah, it was a bit silly, but it could be silly and fun in bed at the same time. 

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Sorry, but honestly it does bring out your form pretty nicely. ❞

[viviskull]

@sunflcwr​​ : x

Exhausted arms snake around the blue haired woman, the remnants of both euphoria and arousal finally beginning to peter out as Ekira began to greedily gulp for air. Sweat stuck to their mussed fur, the feeling of Vivi’s cold bosom against their body enveloping them into a cool wave of relief.

“Nhhh… Viviiii…” Ekira whines, muffled from their position between sniffling hiccups. Overstimulation hit their body like a truck, the small pooling of liquid underneath them showing just how rough this particular session had truly been for them, having already begun to delve into their clingy counterpart. “C’meeeere….”

Her heart’s still practically thundering right out of her chest by the time her companion ever so generously slumps down onto her exposed plush front.  Every muscle burns with each struggling breath of air she sucks in to keep her lungs from collapsing in an instant.  Her breasts rise and fall in an uneven fashion.  Her lips part, a lax tongue already hanging out as puffs of her hot breath turn into faint clouds of smoke.  Despite how the numbing chill of her skin always clung to her like a slug, even as some of it still gets stolen away by warm, welcoming furs of her beloved, her body was just glowing with the rarest crimsons and coral pinks.  Oh if only she could hide away the delightful loving blush that stained her features within the comfort of her remaining scarf, but in her lustfully stupefied mind.. She’s still recovering from her falling high, and the last thing her mind needed was thinking about her being all hot and sweaty.

Every instinctive impulse to pass out was practically calling her, her exhaustion quickly weighing her down just as much as Ekira had done with pinning her to her own mattress.  Of all days to get tired, of all nights she had to pull an all nighter for work, Vivi was kinda glad to run in her sweet lil bard the night some customer had given her a hard time over some misplaced order.  How did they manage to sweet talk her into a good serving fucking?  She couldn’t remember, even if they could probably yank that memory right out of her with those wild, unpredictable thrusts of theirs, to tell you the truth.  Maybe they both came a few times together to forget the details, but even then.. It didn’t bother her entirely at the moment.

With the only set of clothes that still wrapped her precious form in its fabrics, with her scarf being her only set of support to keep her upright and her ruffled up thigh high stockings hiding away her more.. sensitive scars, a flicker of confidence makes itself known with a sly grin perking up upon her features.  Her legs still entangle themselves about her companion’s waist, a familiar lock of keeping them deep inside her hips even as they audibly squish with their milked out stamina.  For a moment, even on the bottom, she teasingly moves her hips around a little to get that last bit of sensitivity to flare up her dopamine.  “Huuuuhhh…”  She hums out.  “.. Y-Ya just can’t ever get.. get enough of me.  Can ya, Sweetstuff~?”

Still as she teases, Vivi happily pulls the other in for a kiss, her arms make themselves home to Ekira’s back as they slither about to embrace them just a bit closer.  Even when she still peppered whatever limb she could’ve reached with gentle pecks to drown out her own whimpers, she just couldn’t ever get enough of them.  Could she, either?  Her breath feels warm against their lips, a faint taste of her old blueberry tart lip gloss still makes its way into the other’s taste buds.  She always, always tasted so sweet.

Yet it only lasted briefly.  Vivi parts the closed gap between them with a feeble cough.  Suddenly, all that tiny energy she had gave way for a soft twinge of pain twisting about her numb legs.  “M-Maybe..”  With a pause, she grimaces a little.  She was still exhausted afterall, after taking the other in so well.  “.. Maybe I.. need something to drink.”