Teeth, Claws, Tongues

Hello everyone, this here is the NSFW sideblog for Beastialshimmer. Please take your time to read through these rules.

First of all, this blog is meant for an adult audience. Furthermore, it is invitation-only. That means unless I gave you the URL to this nsfw sideblog, you are not supposed to be following me here. This goes doubly so if you are a minor. Anyone who was not invited onto this blog will get softblock and repeat offenders will get hard-blocked.

The muses on this sideblog are the same as the ones on my main blog. That means Jinx, Caitlyn and Warwick are available for any asks. If you happen to interact with my guest muses on the main blog, you are also allowed to send them stuff here.

This sideblog is supposed to help me get a bit more comfortable and at ease writing smut. This means that replies can vary wildly in their timing. I will try to mostly queue the replies, unless I have not been active on here in a while. This means this sideblog will have lower activity and a less consistent posting rate than the main blog.

In terms of kinks, I will write them on a case-by-case basis. I will tag everything accordingly, and, in certain circumstances, might use read more to further allow people to avoid seeing things they may not want to read. The only two kinks which might be written out or referenced here and thus need a read more, are voraphelia and microphelia. Please let me know in advance if either of these two kinks makes you uncomfortable, and you would prefer them not being referenced or written out in our threads.

Communication is king! I expect you to communicate any problems which might occur during our writing on here. I will do the same. I want both of us to be comfortable with what we are writing.

For Caitlyn!

A - Z NSFW Headcanon Meme||Accepting.

Caitlyn has a complicated relationship with her clothing. For her, her clothes are an extension of her own wealth. While the Kirammans never wear outwardly flashy things, their clothes are still made of satin, silk, and occasionally adorned with sequins or pearls. For Caitlyn, wearing anything is like entering an unspoken dialogue that other Piltovans are more fluent in than Zaunites.

This relationship, coupled with her skin condition, also affects how she uses clothing in the bedroom. Caitlyn does not like being exposed, even if lingerie is supposed to make her appear sexually appealing. She especially hates letting her partner see her bruised and scarred 'leopard' legs, as she expects people to not find those attractive.

Instead, Caitlyn tends to wear slightly more elegant clothing that plays with the aesthetics of power. This can be something as simple as a satin bathrobe, under which she is completely nude, to something as elaborate as one of her Enforcer uniforms. If she processed her time as the Commander properly, there is even a chance she is comfortable enough to wear that cloak, should her partner wish it.

The reason Caitlyn prefers being dressed at least at the start of any sexual game is that her preferred games almost always involve the idea of control and patience. She enjoys having her partner work for that moment of proper intimacy when they get to touch skin or pleasure her properly for the first time. Usually, Caitlyn does other things to pass the time, like drinking tea or reading a book. This played coldness and command can vary greatly in its intensity and cruelty. However, the fact that this is an act is always very apparent to her partner. This acting of a cold aristocrat never feels truly fake, though, as Caitlyn is deliberately tapping into her education and just uses mannerisms and viewpoints that, in her day-to-day life, she makes a point to not use.

However, just because Caitlyn does not like wearing lingerie does not mean she does not like seeing it on other people. The one lingerie type Caitlyn likes seeing her partners wear the most are custom-made harnesses, which have extremely soft leather with slightly rounded edges so that if someone humps or scrapes against her, she does not get hurt. She also likes coupling this type of lingerie with collars and leashes. That is because the main game Caitlyn enjoys playing the most is types of pet play with usually different rules and expectations. She also does not mind seeing her partner wear lingerie she owes herself, usually made of satin or silk. She just barely wears them herself.

Subtle NSFW||Accepting.

The breeze in the night air tussled at Caitlyn's hair. Her gloved hands cupped the rim of the balcony as she stood there, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her Zaunite clothing - the outfit she tended to wear when she was undercover - was caked in blood and mud, with the occasional tear. This had been a long and tough turf war. Caitlyn had not been in the safety of her home for at least a month. But her diligence had paid off: Thanks to the input of her own gang, the Wardens had been able to bust a major smuggling ring in the lower parts of the Promenade. Captain Holly was still handling the mass arrests.

Caitlyn had excused herself as soon as her work had been done. Now, standing on the balcony, her adrenaline finally waned, and with it, the strain of this last month hit her all at once. Her thighs burned from having walked so much. Her head pounded from having to keep up a false persona. Somewhere under her layers of clothing, a nasty claw mark burned in her side. She stank. Caitlyn pulled a face. By the Spirits, I need a shower.

Huffing, Caitlyn was about to turn around when the feeling of a warm body pressing tightly against hers in a crude embrace caused her to briefly wince. The strong smell of tiger, wolf and Zaunite enveloped her senses. So familiar. She shuddered and closed her eyes, smiling widely to herself. How strange. I have grown so accustomed to the company of Zaunites, even their smell is capable of putting me at ease. Though, of course, there was only one who could be this calming and reassuring.

"I missed you too, Vi", Caitlyn finally spoke before she gritted her teeth. "Ugh... Careful. During the arrests of that smuggling ring, one of these brutes got me with his claws." Vi backed off for a brief moment. She then reached forward, ever so tenderly, and unzipped Caitlyn's jacket. The young Sheriff could not help but chuckle as Vi gingerly slipped her fingers underneath her fabric and carefully peeled off the jacket.

Vi folded up her jacket and positioned it on a chair near the balcony door. The night air touched Caitlyn's arms and bare shoulders, prompting her to shudder. The pale viola corset she wore with its white, shoulder-less sleeves had tears in the side. Blood crusted in the cotton fabric. Caitlyn's blue eyes widened as she noticed just how ugly that scratch had ended up being. She took a step back and sat down on her jacket.

"I had intended to take a shower, Vi", Caitlyn murmured more to herself before she looked up at her girlfriend, "Though it looks like I could use a bit of help getting the corset off me." She flexed her fingers into her thighs, trying to steady her breathing. "Could you do me the honours, Tigris?"

Subtle NSFW||Accepting.

The rays of sunlight filtered through the gaps among the leaves and branches. Nidalee had chosen the softest and driest patch of grass they could have found in the Ixtali jungle. The air would always be a little bit damp and moist; however, right now, Jinx was convinced, she was feeling more than just the air.

Nidalee had settled down heavily upon her lower back. Her hands trailed up Jinx's sides and shoulder blades. Her claws created a prickling sensation, which sent a shiver up the Loose Cannon's spine. Her ears swivelled around in her cobalt blue hair. Jinx gasped softly, and her tail, frizzing at the edges, traced over the back of Nidalee's calf. The air smelled of big cat and sexual arousal. It took everything in Jinx's power to not jerk upward and knock her head against Nidalee's chin.

Luckily, they had used Jinx's long braids as a makeshift rope. Wrapping it semi-tightly around her body, they had tied her braids together at the base of her bum. The bright blue hair scrubbed against Jinx's skin. They had not bothered with any fanciful body position, simply letting Jinx place her arms beside her body and ensure she was as comfortable as could be as she lay there.

Jinx snickered under her breath, barely able to contain her excitement as Nidalee finally reached her head. Warm breath touselled her hair, and the other Dinofelis slowly tilted her head side to side, bathing each of Jinx's cheeks in hints of moisture. Closing her eyes, it was pathetically easy to imagine herself as a small animal caught in the big paakaa's claws as the mighty cat prepared to deliver the final bite. The image caused Jinx to wantonly bite her lips. Her heart raced in her chest as Nidalee continued to taunt her, open mouth ghosting precariously close to her neck.

"Do it!", Jinx begged with her voice hoarse from need, "Bite me!"

Prickling heat blossomed in the side of her neck as Nidalee wrapped her open maw around Jinx's neck and pressed down upon it. Blood trickled down her alabaster skin. The warm and wet liquid caused Jinx to shudder. The bite made the world explode in colours. Her core felt like it was burning. She gasped and panted, her heart raced, and her pupils dilated. Peering at Nidalee as much as she could from her compromised position, Jinx stammered: "You...are so beautiful... right now."