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Mollymauk Tealeaf ([personal profile] devilstongue) wrote in [community profile] lusi2020-11-13 08:36 pm

Molly's Perma-CatchAll

WHO: Molly & others
WHAT: perma-catchall, 2020-21
WHEN: comment headers
WHERE: comment headers
WARNINGS: Most likely smut, probably blood



tag AC; oct, nov, dec, jan, feb, mar, apr, may, jun, jul, aug, sep


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[personal profile] blumenthal 2021-08-20 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ A groan rumbles up from low in Caleb's throat as Molly strings together a series of words that sound very appealing, and he wants to get to at least one of those activities as quickly as possible. There are barely two bites left of his peachlike fruit, but it seems he doesn't need the extra motivation. He reaches for Molly's offered hand without hesitation.

His bed is situated on the far side of the room beneath the window, a cozy boxed-off nook raised off the floor and fitted into the wall. The light is perfect for reading, and above the head of the bed are several built in shelves lined with books.

He doesn't sit on the edge of the bed so much as lean against it, using their joined hands to draw Molly to him between his spread knees. ]


Come here, come here--please, just let me touch you.

[ The movement of his tail had caught Caleb's attention, and as he leans close to press his lips to his neck in a series of feverish kisses, he smooths a hand down along the curve of his spine to the base of his tail. ]
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2021-09-01 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Caleb takes a moment to explore with his fingers, rubbing just above the base of Molly's tail and then several inches down it, tracing each bony protrusion curiously. But gods, his friend's words are hopelessly distracting to him in this state, and he has no hope at all of maintaining concentration once he feels the first touch of his tongue. Caleb practically short-circuits, dark pupils blown wide as he focuses on the way that forked tongue weaves between his fingers, wet and warm and dexterous. ]

Ja, yes. [ He's forced to swallow heavily, mouth suddenly dry. ] I want to be in you, Mollymauk.

[ The hand on his tail slides lower to cup a handful of ass, squeezing greedily before he shifts to push up onto the bed. For what Molly wants--what they both want--they'll have to situate themselves. ]

But let me feel that silver tongue first.