[Not many people would pick her for a dominant type, not when the expectations for dommes were that they were tall, hard, and typically, in idiot's eyes, male. Noodle fitted none of the those things, barely breaking into 5 foot, wrists slim and delicate and female even if it wasn't obvious.But Noodle was never good at sticking to social expectations, enjoyed fucking them over in fact.
And there's something nice about the way the rope lays nice against Equius's bared skin, twisted into patterns under her clever fingers, his wrists bound against the small of his back. There's a small, cocky smirk on her lips as she finishes the last knot off, trailing calloused fingertips over his shoulders as she circles around in front of him, tipping his chin up her green eyes barely visible through her thick fringe.]
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And there's something nice about the way the rope lays nice against Equius's bared skin, twisted into patterns under her clever fingers, his wrists bound against the small of his back. There's a small, cocky smirk on her lips as she finishes the last knot off, trailing calloused fingertips over his shoulders as she circles around in front of him, tipping his chin up her green eyes barely visible through her thick fringe.]
Not too tight?