@NormalTypePaws [โฆ] . . . then move, resting atop the curves of her hips while she did a secondary glance up and down the vixen. Another patronising snicker thrown their way.
โท Like you've room to talk with that ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ side-boob showcase you've got going on. โด
โท I can already tell people are ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ for me. And it's ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ . . . For ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, I mean. โด
@NormalTypePaws [โฆ] . . . Eris' hands would wrap around the edges of her own chest, pushing up her cleavage with every stressed word to make that " shameful " sight even more so as each jealousy-inducing squeeze threatened to have her mounds slip out more and more.
Her hands would . . . [โฆ]
ยซ โฆ ยป A quick statement from Day 1: Eris-mun.
In truth I have never ran a bratty account before, and while I'm sure I'll find my footing, I don't wish for her to come across as entirely unlikeable / too much of a bitch to bother with.
She's a rage-bait merchant. But . . . [โฆ]
[โฆ] . . . if I do ever cross a line while portraying her brattiness, please do let me know and I will immediately rein it in a bit.
This is still a space to have a fun writing experience with, and I would hate to ruin that for someone or come across as unapproachable.
ยซ โฆ ยป A quick statement from Day 1: Eris-mun.
In truth I have never ran a bratty account before, and while I'm sure I'll find my footing, I don't wish for her to come across as entirely unlikeable / too much of a bitch to bother with.
She's a rage-bait merchant. But . . . [โฆ]
@NormalTypePaws โท Pervert? Me? โด
Her questions spoken with a pseudo-surprise to them, a smirk now present on her face.
โท Can you really call me a pervert while you're walking around with all . . . ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ . . . On display? And here I thought I was pushing what it means to dress like a whore.โด
โท A~argh, h-hey, y-you bastard! โด
Her hisses were weak. Subdued by the masochistic moans which would force themselves past each syllable she sang in a deplorable display of submission. She had been forced onto her tip-toes, clumsily stumbling on each foot to keep . . . [โฆ]
Such brazen words of insult seemed to
register behind the glare of his eye, voice
gaining a tone of greater irritation while thick fingers curled and squeezed harder
around their soft prize. Cold steel dug in
deep to supple titflesh and held firm as
Eris was lifted off of the -
[โฆ] . . . right at that deliciously maw of his. While others might find such a thing unnerving, she was used to such sights being a poison-type specialist.
There were plenty of insectile pokemon with features just like his. And she loved them.
โท I mean, . . . [โฆ] โด
6. Choking is, of course, one of her most beloved kinks. While she generally loves the feeling of people's hands all over her, all that disastrous neediness grabbing and groping at her body, there's nothing better than wearing the firm choker of your fingers around her neck.
5. She's a fan of all things sour and bitter. Can't stand the sweet stuff.
She doesn't mind the odd piece of cake or candy now and again, but she'd much prefer something that makes her click her tongue or wince while she eats it.
[โฆ] . . . would rise from the pile of debris where the trainer once stood. Small, lilac flames flickering away through the cracks where the only showing of the trainer would be a pair of legs sticking upwards from out a gap amongst the rubble. It was an instant loss.
โท M-my body?! โด
For all her cocky, bratty talk her sudden, blush-accompanied, surprise certainly sang a different tune. An expression that would be quick to pass in the attempt to save some face as she retorted with a playful snicker.
โท See, I knew you were . . . [โฆ] โด
" if I am that delusional, wager your body and I will wager catching privileges!!~ "
She would smirk, already hustling her without even needing to move more than she has. The tottem energy was releasing and she would prepare a nice and healthy draco meteor towards her.
[โฆ] . . . hadn't the time to dodge, caught completely unaware by the pokemon's shockingly fast attack. In truth, Eris had already recognised the pokemon's strength from but a glance. But such a feat was beyond even her expectations!
And she would pay for it.
Smoke . . . [โฆ]
She had never been struck by a steel-type before. She had expected their blows to be harder than most pokemon's, such a notion was only a natural conclusion after all. But the sheer world of difference between flesh and metal was immediately evident to her the very . . . [โฆ]
It isnโt usual for prey to be so eager to
expose themselves for the taking.
Far be it from him to refuse an easy
meal, however - steel digits descending
in earnest to grip one heavy mound
within a vice-like grip and strike the
other with a solid ๐ญ๐ก๐ฎ๐ of metal palm to-
โท [โฆ] . . . pile whose lights will go out if he can't get plugged in every half-hour. โด
There was defiance in her tone. Vexation. Of course there would be. But it'd be clear to the both of them just how embarrassed and frustrated she was getting over the growing, . . . [โฆ]