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hands-free, diy [ meme ]

You’ve heard of guided meditation. Now, try guided masturbation. You like to watch; you also enjoy doling out constructive critiques!

THE HOW-TO GUIDE:
▶ Comment with info, preferences, and limits. You’ve memorized the drill by now.

▶ Folks reply with instructions and tips about where they want your character to touch themselves and how.

▶ Everyone’s happy with a happy ending.

▶ Hopefully.

▶ As long as their aren't any occurances.

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[ hi yeah help ]

[Exploring the possibilities of how two people could come together when they both had two legs had been... a very pleasurable learning experience. An exhausting experience, but oh, a pleasurable one. From the playful spinning dance that left her dizzy and laughing, the spine arching dig of fingers into her new human-shaped feet in demonstration of massage, and somehow ending up with her skirts hitched up above her waist as he buried his tongue inside of her... at a certain point, somewhere in the middle after she'd plead with him to at least carry them somewhere more private before he claimed her properly...

Konoha has lost track of time.

The sun is setting, she thinks. No matter. Geralt is warm and solid where she lays nestled in his arms, tired but still so... so excitable, still squirming every now and then in little restless bursts. Her skin glistens with sweat, (with something else, between her thighs and sticky on her tits), her hair is a mess, but...]

Mmm...

[She hums happily, flushed and half-shy, her hands sliding slow and heavy down her ribs to her stomach, feeling her muscles clench and flutter as she gets closer to her nethers... and then almost touches, her fingertips just brushing against the dark thatch of hair there, making her laugh a bit breathlessly as her toes curl slightly in reaction. Oh...]

It's a good thing I'm not two-legged all the time... How do you get anything done when you can reach down there... ?

[It's just supposed to be an idle musing of a woman who normally had four, who couldn't touch herself no matter how horny she grew, but. When she says it out loud... Ah. No... That would surely be too- That is what people did on their own, she thinks. When they don't have anyone else there to help them.

(Right?)]

Edited 2023-11-23 04:27 (UTC)

[Often, Geralt finds himself unsure if Noctium is a sick version of hell for degenerates like himself. On days like this, however, he feels certain it must be some sort of heaven. It feels like a blissful paradise when he can spend his days lounging with an angel's legs tangled around him.

Often, he also feels like an incredible pervert imposing his whims on Konoha who seems naive to his deviancy... but he's never heard anything but a happy noise from her.

Geralt buries his face in her hair to stifle his laugh, pressing sloppy kisses through her locks and onto her neck and face. It's a side of himself that is strictly available for Konoha, who could never take advantage of him in his gentle moments.]

You know what they say about too much of a good thing. [He murmurs, but he doesn't intend to tell her what they say about it. Geralt has never been a stranger to helping himself out in a time of need, which makes him think.]

Must be terribly inconvenient for you. Not using your hands.

[To punctuate that, he slides his fingers over her hand, teasing over her knuckles.]

What do you do instead?

[For Konoha, this world would always be a sort of prison, as long as it was the thing that kept her away from the place she rightly should be. More importantly, from the husband and child she loved the most. But sometimes... as guilty as she sometimes felt about it... Sometimes, it was still good. Sometimes there were people here that she loved and cared for, and between them...

Oh, she had discovered so many things. Felt so many things. Like the gentle (and heartwarming) rumble of Geralt's laugh muffled against her mane (er, hair), the ticklish arrival of messy kisses to her face that makes her giggle in turn, squirming up against him. She does know what they say about too much of a good thing... Humans must get so distracted when they're horny, even if they don't go into heat like jinba... Or, well, at least they could maybe take care of it and move on? It could go either way...]

Mmm, it's so unfair, Geralt!

[She can't help but whine a little, half-joking but also... kind of half-serious. His slide of touch makes her own fingers twitch and dig in slightly to the soft skin of her lower belly just above her sex, so... so close...]

Jinba mares go into heat, but we can't even touch ourselves... at least stallions can reach just barely...

[It wasn't comfortable, surely, and they had to be very flexible, but still!]

I have to... You know, usually I would just bear it or take a dip in the river to cool down... But if it was really bad...

[Even like this, after what they'd done, with his seed inside of her and sticky on her skin, she still manages to blush a bit to say things out loud so clearly, admitting it with a scandalous little whisper, body curving up against him with a stretch and a quiver.]

Then... you know... I, um... I found a rock or a post to... rub against...

[At "rub", her fingers beneath his do just that, in little swirls over her belly where she swears she can feel slightly full. And slightly still... wanting...]

[kinklist here]

[It's a little difficult to have some 'me time' when people keep bursting into your office, often without knocking.]

[f/m]

[ ooc; Do you have a performance for mythology or marvel? ]

[ i think the last time i'd written this character (eons ago!) it was primarily with marvel loki so that is where i'd developed a lot of her characterization, but i'm more than happy to follow where your muse leads. ]

[ I do remember playing with you back egos ago, but I couldn't recall which version of Loki I played!

And one more thing, before I get us a starter going. Who should be watching who? If you have a preference. ]

[ oh really!! oh my goodness, glad we both got character inspo at around the same time ^^ i kind of like the idea of her initiating a session between them and asking him to watch her first. ]

[ It had been a long day, a feast day no less. Somehow, Loki managed to escape before too much mead could be poured into him. He was still mostly sober when he made his way into their chambers, shedding his coat as he crossed the warm fire lit space towards the bed chamber. ]

Dearest Sigyn, are you in?

[ With a feast night she could be around her mother or sister, he had to ask.]

Hello, my love.

( she has retired before him, though has still yet to bathe and change into her sleepwear. festivities with family are always welcome, but sigyn has always preferred the quiet, especially when it comes to spending time with her husband.

dressed in mauves and touches of burgundy, the colors bring out the red and bronze tones in her hair, held up with pins and flowers. she emerges from behind the half-open curtain separating the bed from the sitting area, and she smiles. )

Were you looking for me?

My darling one.

[ Loki was always expected to stay as long as possible, but at least after their marriage he could slip away and not be judged too fiercely. He'd rather be in their rooms reading or spending time with her. It sure beat being constantly reminded how bad his tolerance was compared to his brother.

His eyes trained over her as a small smirk graced his lips. He had spoken with a small, playful grin.]

Of course, I was. I knew you would be here. [ He offered a hand her way.] How would you like to pass the small hours?

[ Loki never slept at a decent time, and he enjoyed handing her the power sometimes. Letting her chose if they would read, talk, or find far more enjoyable ways to pass the time until they were tired enough to rest. ]

( crossing to greet him, she slides her hand into his much larger palm, lacing their fingers together easily. despite her soft, youthful features, there is a coy little glint in her eyes as she looks up at him. )

If you have retired from the party entirely ...

( she leans up to pull him into a soft and sweet kiss, keeping it brief but full of promise. sigyn never drinks as much at such parties, but she has just enough in her system to feel a certain type of way. )

I'd been thinking of the time you were watching me in the bath.

[ As she laces their fingers, he lifts both to kiss the knuckles of both hands. Keeping his eyes locked on her. That glint has a smirk crossing his face as he sees it in her pretty eyes. ]

Oh, I certainly have, my dear one.

[ Loki lets himself be pulled into the soft, sweet kiss, one hand unlacing to wrap around her to pull her flush against him. Even if it was brief. ]

Are you? [ That's a fond memory.] Planning a repeat, I would certainly enjoy seeing that again.