#Mirror Female

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3245 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2023-06-09 # of eggs: 4 Hatched On: 2023-06-14

Progeny:

Hatchling 8581 (Mirror) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Peach Flecks, Unusual - 15,000 on 2023-07-07

Hatchling 8582 (Llewellyn) - Guardian XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Seafoam Flecks, Common - 15 gems on 2023-07-14

Hatchling 8583 (Skada) - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Beige Flecks, Common - 15,000 on 2023-06-16

Hatchling 8584 (Starbow) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Caramel Flecks, Common - 15 gems on 2023-07-02

Comments: I am sad-faced that none of them got the new firebreather gene. So sad. Very sad. Utterly disconsolate. (Meh, not really... would have been nice though).

[heynatjane]

[nikkinelson1313]

[femmefatalevibe]

Becoming your own muse makes you magnetic. It's the secret to seducing your dream clients, potential business partners, lovers, spouses, friends, family, and anyone who has the honor to grace your presence. People sense individuals who exude confidence and have ignited the fire inside that drives them. Smile at the mirror and recognize the perfection in your reflection. Never let a negative person, undesirable salary, relationship status, or circumstances dim your light. Only you can define your worth. Trust your intuition. You know deep down what's truly meant for you.

[ellieswifie]

︿︿ ੈ [ 🪩 ] ༉‧₊˚✧

FLAWLESS

kinktober week one, oct 4

summary: ellie williams fucking you with her strap in front of a full size body mirror…

warnings: ellie!girlfriend x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut with no plot, curse words, strap usage (r!receiving), wlw relationship, pet names, definitely rushed, dom!ellie, sub!reader, praising a little bit

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"LOOK HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK RIDING MY COCK, BABY." ellie whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear her. her eyes are draw to the side of the room when she drags her free hand towards your chin.

your brows furrowed in confusion at first before following her heavy eyes towards the mirror hanging from the closet door across the room

your hands are rested on her shoulders, as ellie stayed lifted up on one arm, moving her hips forward to meet your hips while you rocked yourself on her strap in a painfully slow motion.

as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your eyes moved to meet ellie’s in the mirror. they were daring as she watches you, taking in every single detail of your body, sliding down the hand rested on your chin to hover all the way down towards your hip. she rest her hand there before her hip trusts begin to feel deeper and you grow weak.

a faint moan whispers off your lips as her moments grow slower, but deeper. harder. a smile is creeping up her face as she places a quick kiss on your lips.

"how’s that feel pretty girl?" ellie whispers, keeping her eyes on the mirror while you slowly ride her. you just moan in response, dropping your head slightly, trying to hold contact with her.

you can see ellie smirking while she meets your eyes in the mirror, the moon light coming from the window, showing off her beautiful freckled skin.

"you look so-oh my godddd." you feel the strap hit your g spot, unable to finish your sentence. ellie continues to smirk, as you fall against her chest a quiet whimper, falling off your lips. your eyes fell back inside your head tangling your hands through ellie’s hair while her mouth pressed against your hot neck.

ellie’s mouth remain on your neck sucking small bruises on you when she stops moving her hips, but still remains deep inside you, consuming you. your hands lower to rest on her breasts while she lowers her supporting hand down to your other hip, completely sitting up.

she scoots herself in a move comfortable position, causing you to gasp when you feel the strap move around inside you. her face remains stuck on her cocky smirk while she watches you through the mirror, catching a clear picture of your ass.

your body warmth pressed against hers caused you to tear your hands from her breast to wrap a lazy arm around her shoulders, lifting you up slightly off her strap, before ellie’s hands shove you right back down, making you moan in pleasure.

ellie’s eyes dart back to you watching yourself rise right back up, before slamming down to meet skin. ellie could simply just cum hearing the pretty moans your making or the way your back arches after falling back down on her strap.

“your so beautiful," she says, digging her nails into your soft skin, making you start pouncing faster. "absolutely flawless."

you can’t even find the words to respond to her kind compliment. your words are muffled into low moans and gasps. so you run your fingers over her lips, feeling the strap consume you.

but it feels like you need more.

you send pleading eyes to ellie, just wanting her to pound into you already. ellie’s head turns towards the mirror once more, making you follow her gaze.

"your doing so good, baby…" she whispers close to your ear, sneaking a hand to your aching clit to run fast circles. "good girl, just a little longer."

but you can’t. your bones and muscles all feel weak and you just want to cum. you just want ellie and only her.

"ellie…" you moan throwing your head back in awe, but keeping your eyes on the large mirror. you watch as ellie’s face is close to yours, eye browns drawn together, keeping focus on the strap disappearing inside you.

"yeah baby?" ellie teases, biting your ear slightly, before pushing back to get a better look at your tits bouncing.

your head falls back forward, going to rest on her shoulder. her head nods, pushing your body up, then now slowly dropping your hips down back to the strap,.

"holy fuck!" you cried, every bone and muscle in your body growing weak by the second. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. you just cried into ellie’s shoulder, listening to her assuring words while you felt ur orgasm slip through u.

heavy breathing echos through the room while you fell against ellie’s chest, tilting your head to face the mirror, movements stopping.

ellie pushes a long strain of hair out your face while u pushed urself up off her strap, gasping at the lose of contact.

your eyes watch hers in the mirror while you try controlling your breathing.

she’s rubbing her hands through your hair, while you try bringing yourself back down to earth. she’s whispering sweet words in your hair while your body burns and just aches for more.

"round two?" you hear ellie whisper, smirking in the mirror. you could contain your laughter when you watched her in the large mirror. your head slightly nodded while you felt her start leaning down onto the sheets, dragging you down with her.

"but this time you stop looking in the mirror… i stop."

[lux-l1sbon-blitzkrieg]

Spring 2024 core

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3036 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2022-11-08 # of eggs: 2 Hatched On: 2022-11-14

Progeny:

Hatchling 8033 - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Auburn Flecks, Rare - 15,000 on 2022-12-12

Hatchling 8034 - Mirror XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Spring  Flecks, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2022-11-29

Comments:

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

It’s like you’re my mirror.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Mi amor.” My love.

“Mami.” Mommy.

Word count: 1,002.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just gotten home from grocery shopping when she noticed her house was quiet. A little too quiet, considering Billy and Tommy were out from kindergarten early today.

But as she began to move about the kitchen putting away the groceries she thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe her wife and sons were upstairs in their room, watching a movie like they did every Tuesday on their early dismissal day.

As Wanda finished putting the last of groceries away and still not a peep was heard throughout the house she began heading upstairs to search the rooms.

Her first stop was Billy and Tommy’s room, thinking maybe the twins got bored of watching the film mid way like they always did and decided to come play with their toys instead, but as she checked the room it was completely spotless and empty. Letting her know they were probably still with you, so she made her way to your shared bedroom.

Wanda knocks softly on the door, pushing it open slowly and peeking her head in as to not disturb you and the boys from whatever she expected to see you watching, but the sight that greets her instead has her completely enamored.

There in front of her very own eyes were a sleeping Y/N, Billy and Tommy. Feeling her heart swell with happiness at the way her sons and wife were sleeping.

The three of them were laying on their left side, lips pouty, faces serene; not an ounce of worry on their features. Each hugging a pillow in the same way, as the trio also had a leg slightly bent.

Wanda quickly makes her way downstairs to retrieve her phone so she can snap a quick few photos to show you once you wake up to help diminish the fears that have been pestering you these past few weeks.

Fears over the possibility that your sons may never display some of your traits. Fears that your boys will never fully accept you because you are not their biological mother.

Smiling as she looks at the pictures, Wanda feels her heart swell at the prospect of easing your worries and decides to let you and the boys continue on napping while she gets started on a late lunch.

Humming to herself as she moves around the kitchen making a quick light meal, she squeals in surprise when she feels arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind.

"Y/N!" Wanda exclaims, heart beating wildly in her chest, "you scared the hell out of me," she laughs, turning in your arms, taking in the sight of your disheveled hair and slightly sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry mi amor, I tried calling you, but you were in your own world," you smile tenderly, your eyes closing as Wanda runs a hand through your hair to tame it.

"Did you nap okay?" The redhead asks softly.

"Mm-hmm," you hum contentedly, Wanda's ministrations causing you comfort, "but I missed you," you pout slightly, "sleeping without you is never fun, but I had great company so I can’t complain,” you wink. “The boys had an exciting day today. According to them, their school put on a little decathlon of sorts all the physical activity must have tired them out," you laugh softly, "both fell asleep during the first 5 minutes of the movie and seeing them sleep made me sleepy so I decided to nap as well, sorry I wasn't awake to help you put the groceries away," you apologize and Wanda shakes her head pressing light kisses to your lips.

"No need to worry my love, I know how stressful these past few weeks have been, I'm just glad you got some rest," your wife says, hands caressing your face softly and smile widening as she remembers the pictures she took while you were asleep, "also I want to show you something exciting that happened while you were sleeping," Wanda says, eyes shining bright with happiness.

"Aww man, what'd I miss?" You say with a small frown at the prospect of missing out on something cool.

Wanda laughs at your expression, "you're going to love this, trust me," she says as she begins to pull the pictures up, handing you her phone so you can see what she is so excited about, "here," the redhead says, biting her lip in anticipation.

As you hold the cellular device in your hand and inspect the image of you and the twins mirroring each other while asleep, you can't help but let out a watery laugh, "oh my god babe," you whisper softly, "my boys, Max, they're really my boys," you chuckle, as you look at Wanda, tears pouring out of your eyes in happiness.

The redhead approaches you, hands cradling your face tenderly, "they are baby, they are your boys, and they love you so so much, it's clear to see. I mean they mirror you for crying out loud," Wanda laughs tearily, feeling her own emotions well up at the fact that you are so happy at this realization. "I have never doubted that they were yours my love, you may not have had them and biology be damned, but they are your sons, what more proof do we need baby?" Your wife says and you smile happily.

"I love you so much, Max. Thank you, thank you so much for giving me this beautiful gift. Mi amor, words will never be able to explain what this means to me," you smile tearfully, kissing Wanda softly.

As both you and your wife get lost in each other for a moment, a pair of voices interrupt your loving make out session, “mami!” Both you and Wanda hear exclaimed, making you pull apart with a small laugh.

“Your boys beckon you, my love,” your wife says with a beaming smile.

“My boys,” you say happily, placing a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips before you make your way to the stairs with a huge grin on your face.

[femmefatalevibe]

How you act in private becomes your image in public. It girl energy starts with the habits you cultivate and affirmations say to yourself behind closed doors. Make peace with the woman in the mirror. Show her self-respect and compassion while grinding or pampering yourself in silence. Seducing the masses becomes a simple endeavor once you become your own muse. It’s the secret to becoming effortlessly magnetic.

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Heinz Hajek-Halke ~ o.T. (Schwarz-weißer Akt). Späterer Abzug nach der Arbeit aus den 1940er Jahren | src JVV Auktion 149

[pursuitseternal]

“The Fourth Day” of Bats, Blood, and Mirror Smut in “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x Reader |E| 2.3K of Batstarion and Self-indulgent mirror sex

Summary: He’s late to arrive back, and then you hear… scratching at your window. Bat nibbles and head scritches quickly shift into other sensual indulgences. Ones that allow him to experience other benefits to his ascension… and to your own pleasure.

CW: “Right Hand” puns, Batstarion bites, cunilingus, mirror sex, Extra Emphatic performance from the Ascendant cause he likes the way he looks, “oh yes, I see what all the fuss is about”

Previous Ch | Ao3 Link | Masterlist

A gift for @icybluepenguin

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You lay in your bed, tossing and turning. Waiting for Astarion to return. The camp needed supplies—potions and scrolls and armor. And it was Astarion’s turn to go fetch, even as he had grumbled how beneath him it was as the Ascendant.

Of course, Wyll had only laughed all the harder, shoving the purse of coin in his pale hands and slamming the door on his ass. The goods had been sent ahead by a maid from the Elfsong’s tavern, the Ascendant adding in the message delivered along with the bundle that he would return anon, once he deemed his presence sufficiently missed.

That was hours ago… Now even sleep sounded good. Long, lonely sleep. With him somewhere out there in the dark of night.

Your stomach swirls, knowing he is powerful, knowing he is experienced in how to care for himself, but… you have so many enemies now. So many assassins and monsters and soldiers. The list of beings that wanted you dead seems to grow ever bigger.

He shouldn’t have gone alone.

Stupid, arrogant, exalted idiot.

Every sound in the tavern, every creak on every floor reaches your ears. And it’s not your heightened vampiric senses.

You’re worried. For as much as he preens and postures and bites and drinks, you can see it plainly with your eyes and your heart. You see what others can’t since his Ascension.

He’s still just the same, poor at planning, smooth brained rogue. Good with his hands, silken with his words, bad at anything to do with plots or logic or calculations or…

A soft scritch scratch at the window made you sit up from your good- humored, condescending musings.

Something… big… rests against the panes of glass. You look closer. Something largish and fluffy and… white.

“My dear consort, let me in…” he speaks in that way that caresses your mind with his own.

“You have got to be kidding, Astarion. Are you stuck again…”

“No, not stuck. I am positively famished. I need to rest, to feed, before I can use my magic to return to the handsome body you know and crave and worship….”

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes. “So you need help, is that it… mighty Vampire Ascendant?”

“You wound me, my darling…. My treasure…” he flaps against the glass again. His little claws scratch so hard as he grows clearly more and more agitated. “My right hand…” he purrs so silkenly.

You cross from the bed, your body naked as you stroll so slowly towards his blurred shadow on the other side of that pane. “It’s funny, my love, that night you offered me this…” you pause to flourish your hand the same way he had, “gift of immortality… I didn’t realize by your Right Hand, you meant things so literally.”

That made him flutter harder and bang his little bat feet against the window. “I swear when I do get in there… when I do finally feed and shift back… I’ll make that right hand do so much more for me than opening this fucking window….”

You laugh…. So adorable. So dramatic and ridiculous. So… him. “You should see yourself, my love. I suppose II would miss you if I should leave you so… indisposed.”

You cackle, reaching for that handle. The instant a gap was big enough, he flapped his way inside. Circling on his beautiful, membranous wings, you feel the wind brush your hair away before he lands on the back of your shoulder. His itty, bitty fingers hook onto the crest of your back, the only warning you get before you feel his small razor fangs bite into your neck.

So much smaller than normal, you gasp in surprise more at the sensation of warm fur on your skin. His little claws hook tightly, and his quiet breath snuffles beneath your ear as he drinks. You reach your hand around, his little ears twitching as you blindly brush them, scratching one finger in that small space at the top of his head. His mouth still contentedly suckles on your blood.

Tingles of magic wash down your back, and suddenly your hand raises with the top of his head, that silken mess of curls wrapped around your finger. Lips replace bat teeth, the wide span of his warm tongue swirls lazily over the teeny marks he’s left.

“Now… about that defiant, rebellious right hand of yours,” he rasps against the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Oh…. This little thing?” you taunt, wickedly, childishly, gripping that bulge between his legs from behind you. The “oof” that comes from his smirking mouth is music to your ears. You spin smoothly, pivoting your grip on his cock, and you give it just a few hard strokes to make it harden under your touch.

It doesn’t take much. It never has. He bucks against your palm. One of his elegant, long-fingered hands clutches underneath your chin, dragging your lips for him to consume. You taste the blood on his tongue, feel his hunger mixed with yearning. The way his tongue dances with yours hides nothing of the want you were so quick to incite in him.

You lose your breath as he shoves you against the wall. Moonlight floods from behind him, his sharpened face barely lit in the shadow. But those curls, ravaged by the winds of flying, mussed from his shifting, those silver-white curls sit like a halo in the pale light. Left hand closing around your right, he presses it against the wall, a silent command to hold still. Very still.

A single kiss on your lips, a rakish arch to his brow, and he drops to his knees. His hands force your leg over his shoulder so quickly, you have to grip that wall behind you, caught only by the way he shoves his shoulder under your thigh. His face already presses hard into your mound, fingers already prying your folds wide for his tongue to lap. Careful, you use your left hand to comb through his curls, riding the circling of his head as he licks through your seam.

The same sort of little noises come from between your thighs, little low hums of feeding, muffled grunts amidst the wet suck of his tongue on your clit. Your hips buck, catching on his nose, his hands keeping that new angle for him to push deeper into that wet.

You pound your right hand into the wall, a closed fist, and your legs shake. He drives you closer and closer, pools of heat and lightning racing to your belly and down your nerves. He laughs into your cunt, fingers slipping into your channel from somewhere below your ass. You can’t see, can only feel that rhythmic lap and suck of his perfect tongue and thick smirking lips. But those fingers crook hard to catch your spot, that itch he knows how to scratch and make you shatter.

You pant, riding the brush of his nose on your clit and the suck of his tongue as he devours you even in climax.

“Fuck me…” you groan, head smacking against the wall as you raise your hips even higher. His hands hold you firm, even as your legs twitch and threaten to go boneless in your orgasm.

“Oh yes, darling, I am about to do just that,” he stands to rasp into your ear. “You did say… if only I could see myself… a delightful suggestion, my pet. Come now,” he purrs, “but you will only use those defiant hands of yours as I see fit. And…”

He flips you around, drags you across the room to the corner, until you’re staring at your own reflection. The simple wooden-framed mirror shows every pale line of your bodies as one. You can barely tell where your soft curves melt into the edges of every hardened rise of him behind you in the moonlight. “…you’re going to watch ever little way I fuck you…”

“You mean you’re going to watch every little way you fuck…”

His hand reaches from behind you, clawing around your mouth and twisting to bring your ear against his smirking lips. His crimson eyes lock into yours in that reflection, a matching color. “Well, it was your suggestion, my love, since we both have been given such a gift. And I haven’t yet seen how ruinous I am in this process…”

“Tch,” you suck your teeth, a humored and condescending shake of your head. “Fine… it is a sight to behold. And after all, these days are about you discovering yourself, indulging in your powers.”

“And I’m so grateful it’s you who enables my indulgences, my darling,” his silken voice croons. His tongue visibly sticks out to run that warm, wet pad up the curve of your ear.

His gaze watches yours flutter, your body shivering involuntarily as you want more. “Bend,” he growls into those little circles and folds of your ear. His grip fastens on your wrist, making you reach for the wall beside you, turning you sideways to that shimmering mirror glass. You look through the messy curtain of your hair, watching in that reflection as his hand smooths down the vertebrae of your spine, his other grips and pumps his cock. That hard, veined length dripping onto the floor, twitching relentlessly as he catches your eye with a wicked grin.

“You keep those insolent hands where I can see them, darling, and you… will… watch me.” His voice drops into a deep-throated growl, his head cocked back, hips bucking into his fist. Even as he clutches the cheek of your ass, his sharp nails finding purchase, drawing blood to the surface as he marks you.

His. Forever.

Fingers leave your skin, pulling back that long, tousled mess of your hair so you can obey him.

So you can watch.

Watch as he lines himself up with your entrance, watch as he drags that blunted tip, forcefully and slowly back and forth through your slick. Watch as his hand beats his shaft against your folds, smearing your arousal up and down his velvety smooth skin as he does so.

It’s… burning in your belly, the way he’s licking his lips, stare alternating between watching his body in the mirror and your eyes drinking in his every sensual stroke.

You can’t look away, watching him shut his eyes, head thrown back in pleasure, arching as he sheathes himself until you feel that brush of his balls against you. You want to shudder and hang your head, instantly filled and throbbing and so… very… full.

“Don’t you disobey me, pet,” he hisses. “Best keep watching, or else…” Eyes still shut, he groans in deep delight as he pulls out once more only to grip your hips and shove inside again.

Deeper. Harder. More punishing. Fangs bared, he smirks down to watch his perfect shaft entering you, a slow beating rhythm to the snaps of his hips. Every little ripple of muscles in his body, you get drunk on the sight of him. Even that slight gleaming slick on his cock that you see, that base of his shaft as it glistens before it disappears to ram you full again. It makes your mouth water.

He picks up the pace now, your body so warm and wet from how he pleasured you. He smiles at himself, tilting his head back towards the mirror. You can feel it, the extra undulations of his body, a little extra shove, a little harder buck of his hips to make your ass slap hard on his body.

A performance of pleasure just for him.

Deep, subtle pants leave his gaping mouth with each thrust, his eyes watching the way his own flawless, ruinous body clenches as he fucks. Every tweak of his abs, every clench of his ass, you can see his eyes dart in the mirror to savor the sight.

You laugh, well, barely laugh. As breathless as you are, riding every pummel into your cunt, you manage to speak. “Careful, or I’ll have to get a blindfold if you can’t stop watching yourself…”

“Oh darling, I finally see what all the fuss is about,” he pants between his words. And you hear it, that edge to his voice, reckless and uncontrolled. His words catch in his throat just as stilted as his thrusts become.

Hard and random and rough.

Your cervix grows numb, your channel walls so swollen, so hot. Pounded over and over again until he finally groans and folds over you. Arms yank you back against him by your hips, slamming your body against his wild bucks. You watch that magnificent reflection as he unravels, how his knees buckle as he comes.

How his seed spills so hard from his cock deep inside you, it’s already dripping to the floor at your feet. The sight of sweating pale skin and undulating muscles bent over for you… you shatter too. And it makes another groan, a whimper come from where he’s laid his head on your back, just below your shoulder blades. Your walls milk him of every last drop, your own arousal joining the mess on the floor beneath your feet.

Breathless, your arms shake, still extended towards the wall. A naughty grin on your mouth as he looks at your lust-hazed eyes and tousled hair. His face is a matching set of post-coital mess and beauty.

You reach that right hand of yours between your legs, slowly, delicately teasing over your own slick clit, drenched in both your cum. Stroking further to brush the soaked base of his cock that is still buried inside you, he nips into the skin of your back, not hard enough to break the skin.

Just enough to make you look again in that mirror.

“Your right hand is forgiven… I’ll allow it…” he purrs one more time.

His crimson gaze still looks hazy and dunk on that sight of you coupled. And you wonder if he will ever let you stand.

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[msb-lair]

Clutch #2965 - Europa/Jupiter

Mated On: 2022-08-27 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2022-09-01

Progeny:

Hatchling 7846 (Elektra) - Mirror XYX Male, Obsidian Metallic/Ruby Flair/Obsidian Crackle, Rare - 15 gems on 2022-09-07

Hatchling 7847 (Myran) - Mirror XYX Male, Obsidian Crystal/Cinnamon Flair/Obsidian Contour, Common - 14,157 on 2022-10-23

Hatchling 7848 (Bayvri) - Mirror XYX Female, Obsidian Crystal/Caramel Flair/Obsidian Contour, Uncommon - 13,750 on 2022-10-31

Comments:

[of-ether]

going full warrior mode and then signing off 😍

[pr0zacprincess01]

its so hot td and i haven’t gotten a fan yet help 😭

[femmefatalevibe]

Learning to trust yourself is your greatest asset. It's the secret to unlocking your highest timeline. Allow your intuition to guide you on your ideal path. Feel every emotion. Lean into the resistance. Elevate your habits, how you dress, speak to yourself and present yourself to the world as you level up. Set boundaries while remaining limitless. Be confident in your presence and accomplishments. Trust that your universe has your back. Welcome to your Femme Fatale era.