#midnightthvnder

[midnightfiireworks]

❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜ - iiksiiks to bran | @midnightthvnder

with every little thing he says, iiksiiks finds new ways to undo her.

this was his idea. she never would have suggested this before he had; never would have even considered it. to lay on her back, legs splayed, while he sits on the edge of their nest and watches. to have her own hand tucked between her thighs, fingers wet with her own slick. she is his mate. she is meant to please him, in every way imaginable.

and yet he continues to remain a spectator. all four eyes burn a rich ether blue as her own reddened hue glistens over her pale skin, culminating in deep crimson across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. the hand not busy with her own clit is up by her face, covering her mouth. it does little to stifle the soft gasps and whimpers her own fingers illicit.

"i don't— i don't understand what—"

the whispered words break off in a breathless gasp as the coil in her stomach snaps, and a wave of gentle pleasure wash over her. her thighs tremble. the hand between her legs goes slack. her chest rises and fall in heavy, silent breaths.

"oh."

[midnightfiireworks]

❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ - @midnightthvnder, cayde to ikora

ikora settles her weight across cayde's stomach, and the corners of her mouth tighten. one hand rests against his bare chest. even here, through the thick leather of her gloves, she can feel the solar light that thrums through him. the heat that pulses with every thrum of his innards. it it antithetical to everything she as a voidwalker has become, and yet—

and yet, it captivates her so. he captivates her.

"i have an idea," hums the warlock, shifting so the curve of her thigh brushes across him.

despite his bare appearance, she is still mostly clothed; wool pants, cotton shirt, leather gloves. only her robe and belt have been discarded, folded neatly across the armchair in the corner of her room. a layer still, between them. a layer to soon be discarded, if he plays his cards right.

"although i would not be opposed to seeing your proof."