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πŸ–€ 𝐭𝐒𝐟𝐚 π₯𝐨𝐜𝐀𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐭 . ([personal profile] saults) wrote in [personal profile] unionized 2025-04-22 02:08 am (UTC)

[ in any other conversation, she would despise the metaphor, to shake with frustration at being seen as nothing more than prey against a predator, as if to highlight all of the weaknesses she's worked tirelessly to strengthen defenses in front of. but the costumes they wear here has certainly set their current roles into place, and there's no denial that it's him that's getting a full feast in eating her up, giving him plenty to lick up from between her legs.

annoying in other settings perhaps, but here β€” in tifa lockhart's place really is a bunny being made to bounce for the wolf that feeds so deliciously into her. the comparison regrettably turns her on more, index and thumb pinching tightly at her nipple. there's a satisfying freedom in pretending to be someone she's not β€” or to chase the cravings she's often too reserved to approach. difficult to say now. ]


Then ... eat me up, Mister Wolf. [ her back arches, hips rolling forward as her fingernails scrape lightly along the back of his head. her own cheeks flare red, bright with the lust that aligns with those animalistic desires of her own suit, made all the more appropriate with the assigned names of their game, emboldening her words to play along. ] Make β€” make this bunny come with your hungry mouth.

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