LEFT TO THE WOLVES...

          “ON YOUR KNEES, SERVANT!” Haughty succubus commanded in a domineering tone ── Hands placed upon curvaceous hips. Voluptuous chest pushed outward. “And while you’re down there, grovel for my forgiveness & kiss my feet!” Was this how she spoke to all strangers she met on her travels? YES. (This was how she spoke to everyone). It wasn’t HER fault that THEY bumped into her!

i said i’d do them and here we are, a list of prompts set either before or during sex. as always, if you want to reverse the roles, add “+ REVERSE” to your chosen meme! so, [ STRADDLE ] + REVERSE would mean the receiver straddles the sender! okay, now, have a wonderful day!

[ UNZIP ] :     sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver.

[ PULL ] :     sender pulls receiver closer to them.

[ PUSH ] :     sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.

[ PIN ] :     sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.

[ TRAIL ] :     sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.

[ HOIST ] :     sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.

[ BENEATH ] :     sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.

[ SCRATCH ] :     sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.

[ TUG ] :     sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.

[ TILT ] :     sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.

[ NECK ] :     sender wraps a hand around receiver’s neck during foreplay/sex.

[ LIFT ] :     sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.

[ LAP ] :     sender pulls receiver into their lap.

[ BEHIND ] :     sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.

[ DOWN ] :     sender gives receiver oral sex.

[ HUSH ] :     sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.

[ PUBLIC ] :     sender and receiver have sex in a public place.

[ YANK ] :     sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.

[ COVER ] :     sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.

[ ICE ] :     sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

“N-No, d-don’t!! I…” HARSH GASP. She had to, that needily and raspy breath of air, screeching down her throat like a pathetic WHIMPER disguised her moan as best it could as she felt Misa’s digits TWIST UP inside of her. “Nnnhh…” PAINED SWALLOW. “I-, I like it, too, b-but… I-I just… I don’t know if-if-if it’s… safe…” They weren’t exactly HIDING right now. Sure Aori was the ONLY therapist on duty today but the RECEPTIONIST and JANITORS still existed. All it took was even just an ERRANT WATER BOY or the girl who filled the vending machines, and they’d be SCREWED. And not in THIS W-AAAAAAYEEEEE FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Aori whined out loud this time, feeling her clit throb, her walls tightened around Misa’s fingers. “Fuckkk~… J-Jus–MMPHH!!” Palm slapped itself across rouged and swollen lips and a SQUEAK of pleasure creaked at the back of Aori’s throat, eyes rolling and without another word— FUCK. “Mmmmhhh…” Tongue and lips, skilled beyond their experience, fell back to her exposed nipples, top and bra pushed HAPHAZRDLY above her breasts, leggings bunched around thighs. Not the most ELEGANT of hookups. But they were very much pushing DANGEROUS BOUNDARIES right about now. Thighs tremored, toes curled PAINFULLY in boots and hips bucked NEEDILY edging closer and closer to CLIMAX. Fuck. Just a little more. God she hoped no one found them any time soon… Had she checked her next appointment? The phone rang. Shit that was to tell her she had someone in the waiting– MMMmghh… GROAN AGAINST THAT PRETTY PALM.

          Teeth sunk PLAYFULLY into her own bottom-lip, edges curling into the teeniest of smiles ⸻ Shinozaki-san’s confession that she too LIKED moaning FOR HER, sent her heart leaping happily across her ribcage. It was in moments like this, that she finally got to feel proud of herself. & Maybe it was WRONG. Maybe the two of them should have stopped this long ago. They were walking a dangerous tightrope; One misstep & their lives would be RUINED. (Especially Aori’s life). That wasn’t a weight that Misa wanted to carry on her small, skeletal shoulders. But, how could they stop something that FELT SO GOOD? ⸻ She’d never been happier. Just thinking about going back to how things used to be…A strictly counselor & patient relationship…Made her stomach churn & her chest tighten painfully… SUICIDAL THOUGHTS surfaced whenever she imagined it. 

          NOW WASN’T THE TIME! ⸻ “Nnn…See…Much quieter…” Misa observed out loud. (Mostly to herself). Eidetic memory made learning MOST skills simple for the teensy-weensy thing. Sex was no different. Once she’d figured out what buttons to push & how to please Aori; Every time that followed, she’d nailed it FIRST TRY. Now was no exception to that rule. Fingers were curling & twisting & pumping violently in & out, in & out, in & out, hitting that spot she KNEW would make her counselor’s toes curl & cum gush! All the while hot tongue & teeth were ABUSING those exposed nipples. Thumb rubbing deliberate circles into her pulsating clit. “So wet…” Tongue darted across lips & that was when she tasted the iron tang of BLOOD. Oops. She’d bit a little too hard, huh? 

HUM & A SMILE & A GROAN when Misa bit at her own lip, smiling, ever-so-slightly, ever-so-softly, but most-assuredly: THERE. "You really should smile more..." She'd still not seen that pretty smile NEARLY enough and continued to wonder if she'd ever laid eyes on the PRETTIEST ONE just yet... It really didn't seem like it. Didn't feel like they'd begun to even CUT IT CLOSE with how many times Misa's newer smiles had BLOWN ALL HER OTHERS OUT OF THE WATER. Heh... Man, maybe Aori was just getting softer? How had this one girl drawn out such a gentle side of the otherwise stone-cold counsellor? Of course, those smiles never lasted long enough. Not NEARLY. Maybe that was the key. Maybe Aori just wanted to see Misa smile for more than just the moment... To not have those smiles clouded by, welp... The thoughts she was CLEARLY just having before she pushed them right back to the edge of her mind. She'd be sure to counsel her... WHATEVER THEY WERE... In the afterglow... Wait, why was Aori already talking as if their climax was a FOREGONE CONCLUSION?

Maybe because as these thoughts scattered across her LUST-ADDLED MIND, she had her bear ass atop the coffee able, legs spread as far as her bunched leggings could allowed, being hammered into with everything Misa had. Skillful digits hitting that SWEET SPOT as her thumb toyed with Aori's clit. God it felt so fucking GOOD. There was no way in Hell she'd NOT climax today. God, she just hoped Misa didn't EDGE HER. She didn't think she could actually handle those kinda blue balls today. Yet all at the same time there seemed sometimes strangely ENTHRALLING with being caught between AROUSAL & RELEASE for the rest of the day, knowing she couldn't ever reach it unless Misa FINISHED FUCKING HER. She simply smirked knowingly against the girl's palm, groaning needily as she bucked up into her. "Nnnhh--" SHIT!!

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. @leftxtoxthexwolves​