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loz-the-noob · 9 months

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I find Marie’s body language in Return of the Mammalians really interesting because I can use it as Momrie propaganda BECAUSE it’s a really great physical representation of a side of her personality we don’t get to see that much in the game.

There are only a couple of instances this can be applied to in Return of the Mammalians but because I’m bored and desperate, I can stretch it to three, with a fourth scene where I think it could be improved.

Hold on to your tentacles! You’re probably going to think I’m insane after this.

I can’t believe you actually want to read this.

So, the first example I have AND the one that inspired me to write this mess is the scene during the construction of the uh, the machine thingy (does it have a name?) where Callie leaps at Marie to hug her in celebration of completing their task. And I MEAN leaps. We can’t see the whole of their bodies but judging by the suddenly acquired height difference, Callie is completely off the ground at this point. Given that the scene ends in a freeze frame, we don’t see the full force or speed of the hug-tackle either, but what’s clear is that Marie is prepared for it. Just to give myself a bit of focus because I have NO idea where I’m going with this; if the Marie-is-a-Horrible-Cousin Truthers whose splatoon knowledge ends like 6 years ago are correct, wouldn’t Marie have gone ‘Ew. UGH. CAL *hair flip* why are you TOUCHING me?’ or something? Or at the very least be completely unprepared to catch her? And that’s the thing! She doesn’t just hug her back - she CATCHES her. As shown by this here low quality image vv

Marie’s arms come up under Callie’s in a scooping motion. She is fully aware of her cousin’s physical recklessness and is completely prepared to catch her and keep her safe. I mean, the fact that Callie trusts her enough to just… fling herself at her is telling enough.

Alrighty. Next point GO!!

After Cuttlefish (I don’t like calling him that. Let’s call him Craig) after Craig gets Sucked Dry by That Bear, the Squid Sisters seem… mildly concerned, which is probably to keep the upbeat and comedic feel of the game while sacrificing a little emotional realism (coming back to this later!), but after they see he’s fully conscious and capable of floating by himself for some reason (?) everything’s Suddenly Fine Again. Except the world being in immediate danger, obviously. But here’s the thing (did I say that already? Well, there are 2 things)! For the remaining portion of the game this side of the end credits, Marie is just… holding Craig. As afore mentioned though, he can float. She doesn’t NEED to be holding him but she just is. Whether that’s because she’s happy to see her grandfather safe or whether something inside her soggy little brain saw something smaller than herself and told her to protect it is a mystery, but either way, that is some quality… body language… there…(again, lost my point. Weirdly, whenever I think about someone being held by Marie, I seem to lose focus. Huh.)

Anyway, here’s a picture of Marie holding Craig. Look at how she’s trying to engage him in something he could easily be left out of. Does this image not bring you joy???

Moving on briefly from all the Marie-talk, let’s talk a little Callie. I’m honestly thrilled about what they did with Callie’s body language in this game. She’s full of energy and quite hands-on, which is exactly how I expected her to be, even though this is pretty much the first time we see her physically interact with other characters in the entire Splatoon series. It just feels right.

It completely makes sense that Callie would spend the majority (why did that just autocorrect to Major Titty. Why.) of the pre-boss cutscene literally hanging off Marie’s arm, and the awesome thing about that is that Marie doesn’t pull away or look irritated by her cousin’s constant GRIPPING and SHAKING of her arm at all. I don’t know about you, but if I had someone attached to me like that while I was trying to think of a master plan, I’d be pretty annoyed. Unless, of course, it was Callie. I’m getting off track again here. My point WAS that Marie is so, so chill. I hate it when people try to portray her as angsty because she just… isn’t.

What all this body language shows is that Marie is a supportive, nurturing well of patience and ANYONE THAT SAYS OTHERWISE WILL BE FED TO THE BEASTS.

Which is WHY I think that during the scene where Craig is slightly rehydrated by the Captain’s tear, it would make way much more sense to have Marie reach out a hand to touch the Captain’s shoulder, or at least do something other than freezing there with an expression reminiscent of a damp, shocked cat. Now that Nintendo seems to have got their act together a little in terms of cutscenes, it would be nice to have more examples of characters (Marie. Marie is characters) using their body language to visually convey the finer points of their personality which may have been overlooked by some people *cough cough* Marie Trut-💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Struggling to find the point of this ‘argument’? So am I. What even is this? I’m not reading it back before I post it, that’s for sure. Gnight.

#please don’t unfollow me #actually just don’t read this #leave #go #save yourselves #absolutely dogshit post #long post #if this gets 2 notes I’m main tagging #loz rambles #edit: right then. time to go #splatoon #squid sisters #return of the mammalians #callie splatoon #marie splatoon #pr0shippers please don’t interact with this or I’ll eat you #(censoring that so it doesn’t show up in the tags. I’m not a tiktokker i promise. I don’t even have it)

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𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 — beidou x fem!reader. 4.2k. ao3 link.

you've been checking each other out all night. the ocean gets lonely. there are treasures on land, and they happen to look like you. minors & blank blogs dni

Arguably speaking, the bar isn’t as rowdy as the Alcor. However, there’s a pleasant buzz that echoes throughout the space, filled with a variety of patrons. Most wear clothes that appear too tight and too constricting. Their actions reflect the haughty nature of their high collars made of stiff fabrics. It’s almost robotic, the way their arms and legs and necks are stuck to only a few angles of rotation.

And arguably, most of the noise can be pinpointed coming from a specific set of patrons, the likes of which have been pushed to the back corner as if they would be any less noticeable there. Beidou and her crew are many things— They are rowdy, they are drinking most of the bar under tonight, and they are very clearly not from Fontaine.

Among the swath of stiff cotton, there is a woman whom Beidou cannot take her eye off of. The satin of her dress slides across her body, the dim lighting reflecting off the fabric like sunlight on calm waters. The captain lets the remainder of her beer slide down her throat, before placing the glass back on the sticky table.

“Gonna get another one,” She announces.

“Hey— Wanna get me one too?” Sea Drake asks, pointing at his almost-empty glass. The beer here isn’t as strong as the kegs aboard the Alcor, and while Beidou doesn’t mind picking up the tab, she wishes the heavyweight drinker had indulged more on the boat before they had descended onto land.

“I’m not coming back for a minute,” Beidou says, fingers readjusting her top, breasts shifting and sitting higher with the adjustment.

The movement is not suggestive before her crew, but the implications are, especially as Sea Drake lets out a low whistle.

The patrons seemingly part for her, long legs striding through the bar. She finds a convenient spot, right next to the beautiful woman. In the time it took for Beidou to make her way over, said beauty had slid her eyes from the mirror behind the bar to follow the captain’s movements.

However, the woman dressed in satin did not make eye contact with the woman beside her, keeping her gaze steady with her own reflection. The reflection in the desilvering mirror doesn’t do her justice. Painted nails smooth along the stem of her glass, which holds clear liquid and a simple garnish.

The bartender— Dressed in a button down that makes Beidou question how he slings liquors together with such ease— Comes to confirm that Beidou wants another beer slung for her. Beside her, Beidou watches as her evening’s treasure is approached by another. His mustache is well-waxed, his clothing form fitting around a trim waist.

He sidles up in the space on the other side of the woman. He begins to talk, his voice is smooth, albeit a bit nervous. The tips of the woman’s fingers rest on the edge of her glass, wrist bent delicately, adorned by a string of diamonds. She slides said drink away from him, towards Beidou, and pointedly drags her gaze away from him. Her body angles away from the bar, away from him, and faces Beidou.

“So rude of him to interrupt us like that,” You say, shaking your head disapprovingly. The sultry words wash over Beidou. Her eye doesn’t leave yours as she slides her beer before her. Irritation genuinely washes off of you, as if a conversation had been interrupted.

Unless. The reflectionary eye contact had been the conversation cut short.

The way your eyebrows raise, anticipating a response, pulls Beidou out of her stupor.

“Rude as hell,” She agrees, throwing a look to the prim man. Awkwardly, he looks over his shoulder, as if Beidou would be talking to someone else.

You bring your martini to your lips, and take a small sip. The woman before you is practically all legs, highlighted by the cut of her dress, of the rise of her boots. Her hair is held in place with a decorative pin, the blue tassel balanced by the one earring she wore. The eyepatch, matched with her rowdy friends abandoned in favor of your company, brings intrigue. “I’d ask if you come here often, but you clearly don’t.”

She smirks at your analysis, gaze dropping to your chest before back to your face. At least you had the humility to be discrete in your own appraisal. “What gave it away?”

You hum, crossing your legs to reveal the slit in your dress. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Maybe I just don’t come here often.”

Amused, your eyes twinkle. “No?”

“Do you come here often?” The overused line slides from Beidou’s lips in a teasing manner. The foam from her beer lingers on her upper lip briefly, before she wipes it away.

The amusement bubbles up as a small giggle. “No.”

Beidou’s lip tips up to follow suit. She wants to see you smile, hear your joy as much as she can. She leans forwards. “And here you are, saying I can’t be from here because you’ve never seen me before.”

Another giggle. You flip the small strand of hair that had made its way over your shoulder back behind you. Beidou’s eye tracks the movement.

“You aren’t dressed like you’re from here.”

Beidou looks from the satin adorning your body to the stiff fabrics that take up space within the establishment. “Neither do you.”

“Remember me in five years, and everyone in here will look like me,” You say, very matter-of-factly.

“They won’t be able to do you justice,” Beidou confirms.

“No?” The lilt in your voice, the way you lean forwards.

“Absolutely not. You’re— You’re—” Beidou finds herself stammering over her words, brain seemingly short circuiting. Your perfume is all she can smell, your aura all she can feel. All she can think of is your proximity, of how long it’s been since she’s been in the presence of another woman like you. All of these stories about sailors turning dumb for women, and all the times Beidou has claimed she’d never be like those men.

She’s captivated.

“I’m what?” You press, a pleased, cat-like grin crossing your face.

“Shit,” Beidou can’t help but laugh at herself. “You’re otherworldly.”

“That’s a compliment I’ve never heard before,” You say, face heating up.

“That’s sayin’ something,'' Beidou grins. “You must’ve heard nearly every compliment under the sun.”

“You’d be surprised,” You say, finishing off your drink and setting the delicate glass back upon the table. “I am curious, though, what does bring you to Fontaine?”

“You want another one of those?” Beidou asks.

“Huh?” You look down at your drink and contemplate. “Are you buying?”

Beidou grins and flags down the bartender, ordering another martini for you. “I’m docked for a few nights. Bringing in wine from Mondstat.”

“Docked?” You inquire.

Beidou nods.

“So you’re a merchant,” You say.

“In a way,” Beidou says. “If I was a merchant I’d be in Fontaine much more frequently, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not a merchant.”

“If not a merchant, what do you spend your time doing? Other than looking pretty.”

“I just look pretty,” You respond, accepting the drink and flashing the bartender a smile, and Beidou a flutter of your lashes. “I like to enjoy, and I’m rewarded for it.”

“What kinds of things do you enjoy?” Beidou asks.

A small sip of your drink. You slide one of the olives off the garnish spear with your teeth. “Tonight? It was the music, but the band’s left. Now it’s my company. The drink is just an added bonus.”

“You talkin’ about me?” Beidou asks.

“Of course I am,” You hum. “Does my company have a name?”

Overdue pleasantries are exchanged. Beidou rolls your name off her tongue, thoughtful and deep.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” She comments, taking a drink of her beer.

Following suit, you sip your cocktail. “How long are you in town for?”

“Only a few nights. A lot of my men have never been to Fontaine before. Wanted to give them a few nights.”

“Your men?” You ask, tilting your head.

Beidou gestures behind you, in the direction of the rowdiest patrons. Your gaze lingers on how muscled, how defined her arms are, before looking at the said men. They also don’t appear to be from Fontaine, but you had already deduced as such. Taking in their clothes, they look comfortable and practical.

It clicks.

“You must be from Liyue,” You say, turning your attention back to the handsome woman before you.

“Good eye. What gave it away?”

“I was finally able to place your clothing,” You smile. “Just took me a moment. You must spend quite a bit of time on the open seas.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. You ever been sailing?”

“I get motion sick. I would make a lousy sailor.”

“But have you been?” Beidou is earnest, eye lighting up as she speaks about the ocean, as she speaks about her home.

You regretfully shake your head. “Before you invite me back, why don’t you come have a drink with me instead? On land.”

“Who said I was inviting you back?” Beidou grins.

“You just come and talk to pretty girls that you stare at all night for what? Shits and giggles?” You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink and standing. “Or do you need to ask permission before staying on land? Need to make sure it’s fine with the ocean? With the men?”

Beidou tsks, “No. You’ve got a mouth on you, you know.”

Smiling, you give her a wink. “I do, don’t I?”

—

After your jacket is snug in the entryway closet, Beidou wastes her time making herself at home. Instead of futzing with placing your shoes where they belong— Neatly lined up against the wall, Beidou lowers to a knee to help you out of your shoes. Her hand is firm against your ankle, gently placing it in the free spot on your hose rack.

Her gaze is hot, traveling up your body. Lips place a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, searing through the thin of your pantyhose. Your face burns, regrettably stable on bare feet before her. One of your hands cups her cheek, tilting her head further up.

A dust of pink flourishes across Beidou’s cheeks, dappling over her nose. One side of her lips tips up with a little smile.

“Been a while since I’ve seen a woman as beautiful as you.” Her voice is as breathless as the look in her eyes. A million miles away but tethered to the moment.

You return her look with a breathy laugh of your own. “I think you’ve been aboard a ship far too long.”

“Nah,” Beidou assures, placing another kiss to the inside of your thigh before rising. “If I was still on the sea, I would’ve thought I saw a mermaid.”

She’s taller than you, enough to the point you have to tilt your head back.

“Have you ever seen one?” You ask, hands trailing to rest on her waist.

“A mermaid?” Beidou hums, the timbre of her voice lowering. “When I was younger, sure. Was just a dolphin. Had too much to drink.”

“Oh?” Your brow raises slightly, “Just a dolphin?”

“Hey, I got enough shit then. Don’t need you ragging on me about it too.”

You laugh, just like crystalflies. Beidou can’t help but smile along with you, caught up in the infectious breeze.

“No ragging,” You soothe, thumb sliding over her hips. The delicate motion urges her closer, her head dipping further into your space.

“Promise?” Beidou grins, voice quiet in the thick haze that lingers around you. Her arms circle around your waist, closing the meager distance between your bodies.

She’s warm. That’s all you can think of. Her hands are a warm electricity against the small of your back, against the open skin above your spine. Your hands slither up her sides, up until they rest on her collarbone.

“Promise?” Beidou asks again. Your breath fans over your lips. You breathe it in, circulating oxygen back into your brain, filtered with the woman before you.

“Promise,” You whisper back, forgetting what it was you were promising to. Everything was centered around the smell of saltwater that lingered on Beidou, tangled in her brown locks. Her lips were parted in an uneven smile.

Those lips were on yours in a heartbeat, grazing against yours— Near shy. A far cry from the woman who you’d watched, just hours earlier, stride across a bar to make your acquaintance. Your lips slide against her bottom lip, dragging it between yours before pulling away. She chases with her eyes shut for a millisecond, before her lashes flutter open.

Her eyes search yours, as if she’d done something wrong. Your thumb slides along her cheek, the tassel of her earring resting against the back of your hand.

“Make yourself at home,” You say, “Want something to drink?”

You, Beidou wants to say, but swallows the cliche down. “I’ll take whatever you’re offering, pretty lady.”

Drinks don’t end up happening. Instead, Beidou’s boots line up next to yours, folded over from their height, and her body is intertwined with yours. Lower back pressed up against the counter, Beidou swallows your mouth in hers, savoring the way she’s able to tower over you, the way your head tilts back with such vigor to keep your lips connected.

You duck your head down, to press kisses against her neck. Beidou’s breath hitches. Her head tilts back, her hand slides to the back of your neck as if somehow it will stabilize her own involuntary surrender. Your tongue swipes against the juncture of her ear and her neck, lips closing to pull a gentle kiss against her skin.

Beidou sighs, light and airy.

You pull away slowly, gazing up at Beidou. Her lips are parted, her tongue slides to swipe at her chapped bottom lip. Her eye opens slowly, and she returns her gaze to you.

A small smile lifts across her lips. She cups your face and brings you in for another searing kiss. “Pretty girl,” She presses the words against your lips with hers.

Beidou follows you to your room with her arms around your waist, one hand resting above your ribs and directly below your breast. The skin feels hotter there, you can feel the physical weight of your chest. There’s a steadfast ache, from how close she is to you, how her hands are heavy against you, steadying.

You raise a hand behind you, to touch her face as you tilt your head back. A little sigh leaves your lips as your head is pillowed against her breasts. “Go ahead and get undressed for me.”

“You’re not going to do it for me?” Beidou asks, raising a brow.

You grin. “I was going to light some incense.”

“I can be patient,” Beidou assures you. Her hand easily glides over the silk of your dress, dancing over the swell of your breast until it rests over the dip of your collarbone. With nowhere else to go, you relax against her body and let your eyes close.

“Doesn’t look like you want to go anywhere, does it?” Beidou murmured.

“I’ll be quick,” You whisper.

It’s awkward, it’s messy, the way that Beidou bends down for an upside down kiss. You can’t help but rotate around in her grasp to properly slot your mouths together.

It cringed a part of you, the rational thought that lies somewhere, when Beidou urges you backwards onto your bed. As you fall upon your duvet in the dress you’d worn to the bar. But her hands are on you, her knee settled between yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip.

You open your mouth to meet her tongue with yours.

The fur she wears is soft, her back muscles ripple under your hands. The clothing she wears is foreign to your fingers. You search, as diligently as you can while being swallowed whole, for some way to remove a few layers from the woman atop you.

Beidou chuckles against your lips, and slowly pulls away.

“You want something, gorgeous?”

Your face warms, and you sheepishly look off to the side. You do want something.

“Please make yourself comfortable,” You whisper, fingers sliding along the hem of the fur, trailing down the expanse of her chest. Your pointer finger dips between the softness of her breasts, only for a moment, before lightly tugging at the little top she wore.

Beidou wraps her hand around your wrist, gentle and calloused, and guides it up to the clasp of her fur. It is nothing like a bra strap, and requires both of your hands to gently slide the metal of the clasp apart. Beidou’s shoulders shiver as the fur slips off her shoulders, down her back and onto the bed.

Your hands slide up her arms, over thick muscles to rest on her shoulders. A shaky exhale leaves your lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” Beidou murmurs, her hair falling in a brunette cascade beside you, falling over your shoulder and pooling on the bed. The barrier created draws you closer to her, and you gently urge her down for another kiss.

“I just got distracted,” You whisper against her lips. Beidou chuckles in return. “I didn’t realize how strong you were.”

“Yeah?” Beidou whispers, voice tinged with a breathy chuckle. With your tiny nod, she steals another kiss before sitting back on her knees. Her hands slide up the inside of your thighs, creeping up under the slit of your dress. They rise and rise, until they slide along the thin waistband of your pantyhose.

Without her asking, you lift your hips, and the thin fabric is slowly feeled from your legs. Beidou exhales, as if taken aback in the kindest way by the sight of you before her. Your garment is discarded, and her outer layers are quick to follow.

Over the clasps of her shirt, you fumble slightly to expose her chest to you, and a punched whine escapes your lips. Her breasts settle low, heavy with gravity. One of your hands slides up her ribs to cup her right breast, gently swiping your thumb over the rapidly hardening nipple. Beidou lets out a slow breath.

Through your lashes, you gaze up at her. Your lips move closer and closer to the exposed flesh, and your tongue slowly licks a line across the pebbled nipple. Beidou’s hand is quick to slide through your hair, gripping it as she pulls you further into her chest. A little, happy moan escapes your lips as you lick and suck along the soft skin.

Your straps are quick to be slipped off your shoulders, with a renewed vigor as you pay attention to her other breast. In moments, you’re flat on your back again, silk pooling around your waist, and arms free of the straps. Breath labored, Beidou straddles you, hands on your waist, admiring the vision of you beneath her.

All she has on are your little shorts, and her thigh high socks. You palm at your thighs, thick with muscle.

“Want to see all of you,” Beidou says, bunching the fabric of your dress up to meet the rest at your waist.

In messy moments, your clothes lie on the ground with her shorts. The heat of her pussy rests on yours, wet through the thin of your panties. Beidou hikes one of your legs to rest above her thigh, and grinds against your clothed cunt.

In a swift movement, you clasp your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes at the heat and the pressure— so close but not enough. Beidou’s breathy chuckle causes you to open your eyes.

“Felt good?”

You nod. Her fingers dip under your panties. Warmth blossoms from your core in anticipation.

Beidou slides down the bed, giving enough distance for her to help you out of your panties and sigh happily at the view before her. She ducks her head down, pressing kisses against your tummy, down your thighs. Little nips line the way to your panties, which are damp with pleasure. Her fingers dance over the wetness, a teasing glint in her eye.

Embarrassed, you look away, eyes trained on the ceiling. Beiodu’s chuckle is warm against the hidden wetness.

“Hey, don’t be shy. Look down at me, pretty,” She urges. “Just keep those eyes on me.”

With a heavy swallow, you gaze down your body at the woman between your thighs. Her grin is lopsided and bright. “That’s more like it.”

Her tongue flattens against the delicate fabric of your panties, right over the wet patch. The drag is long, the friction and the warmth pulling a mewl from you. Your head flops back against the pillows, hands reaching for her hair. Without thinking more of it, you grind your hips against her face.

Beidou lifts her head, helping you out of your panties. Your hands leave her hair slowly, letting the strands slide through your fingers. Once you’re nicely bare before her, she can’t help but place her face against your thigh, a giddy smile spreading along her face.

“What’s so funny?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows.

Beidou shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m just— I’m excited.” At your brow raise, she elaborates. “I just think you’re gonna look amazing creamin’ on my tongue. That’s all.”

That’s all, you repeat back to yourself. Beidou doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches around nothing, the way a trickle of slick dribbles from your hole. Ducking her head, she gives your clit a small lick.

Your thighs tense up for a moment, and she grips them near her head, lips latching around the bud. She sucks, pulling a moan from you, before lowering her mouth to collect more of you on her tongue. The salty sweet mixes with Beidou’s own saliva, creating so little friction you can’t but mindlessly hump against her face. Her nose bumps your clit, all she can smell is you.

Beidou pauses her movements, reluctantly, to readjust herself. To fix her hair, using the pin to pull back more of it than normal. To get a better position before you, so her tits will rub against the soft and cool surface of your duvet. To grind herself back on the seam of her shorts.

Freshly exposed, the chill causes your legs to try and clamp together, trying to hide the heat between your legs from the air. Beidou shakes her head, and gently nudges your knees back apart.

“Wasn’t done,” Beidou murmured, climbing back up your body, and sliding her tongue against yours. Her breasts against yours. Warm and heady. When she pulls back, the saliva is thick. You can feel every rise and fall of her chest against yours. “Wasn’t done.”

Her fingers dip into the warmth, sliding one into you. You squeeze around her, and she gently, far too gently, begins to move her fingers. It only takes moments before you’re completely relaxed beneath her, heat building up in your gut as another finger slides its way into you.

Beiodu swallows your groans down, replacing them with her own, fueled by how she can feel everything. Every pulse, every spike in pressure as your body begs for release. Bidou ducks her head down, to lightly flick your nipple with her tongue, then seals her lips around it.

Her teasing words, the ones that would have been asking if you were close, if you were going to cum for her are lost. Your fingers are back in her hair, loosening the strands from their pin as you hold her close, cry out her name.

Beidou pushes herself, lips swollen, to watch as you fall apart. As your hands fall above you, as your legs tighten and tense, as your head tilts back. Your hips rock against her fingers, just as unrelenting as her fingers.

“‘M close.” Your words are punched out, accented by each press of Beidou's fingers.

“I know,” Beidou whispers. “Are you gonna make a mess on me, pretty?”

You whimper and nod. Beidou curses, sitting back to watch as her fingers disappear and appear inside of you. Her other hand joins, thumb swirling at your clit, fingers pressing against the space between your mound and your stomach.

You cry out in pleasure before you come, legs tensing and contracting, trying to close but are blocked by Beidou’s body. She grins, breathless, as you release all over her fingers, clenching down around them as she gently grinds them into you, working you through your orgasm. She shakes her head, trying to move her hair out of her face.

“There you go,” Beidou murmurs, grinning at you— to herself. “There we go. Feelin’ good up there?”

You let out a little hum, arm covering your eyes, chest rising and falling. A blissed out smile rests on your face.

Beidou grins, and climbs her way up your body to place a deep kiss against your lips. You respond, tired and excited all at the same time.

“Need a second,” You mumble against her lips. “‘M not done.”

#beidou x reader #.ophelia #by ophelia #.beidou #please please please show up in the tags #shes my main shes my gf shes my wife <3 #i havent finished something in forever ...........

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