effulgent | OPEN RP 2.0

OPEN RP 2.0

have I mentioned Joss Whedon is a flawless human being? Joss Whedon is a flawless human being. And ftr that's him. If you didn't know.

Now that I have your attention, this is my new open RP post! Mostly because my old one was getting a little crowded and I want to play ALL THE MASSIVELY COOL PEOPLE on my muse list who I keep not playing/not even giving userpics. So this is the ~experimental zone~ where I try new people and new things.

SO! Here's how it works.

1. Pick one of your characters.
2. Post a comment with an image or a gif or a poem or nothing at all idgaf make me do all the work without inspiration if you want.
3. Put the name of one of my characters or tell me it's my choice.
4. I will respond both with the character of your choice and with someone COMPLETELY NEW AND UNEXPECTED because seriously it's ridiculous how many of these people I haven't used.
5. FUN WILL BE HAD.

Now go forth! Comment! I may be slow as balls on some of these people BUT I WILL PLOD AHEAD. AND EVEN GIVE THEM USERPICS AND SHIT. JUST WATCH ME.

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[Emma's hand is at Hook's throat, but she's not pushing him away. With Emma, that's about as close to leaping in his arms as he can get. It makes him grin and bite her lip before pressing back into the kiss. It's about bloody time they did this. Everything feels right now. Maybe it's because of how much work it took to get her here, but he thinks she tastes better than the other women he's had this century. Or maybe it's her modern world breath mints. Brilliant invention, those.

He slides his hook through one of her belt loops and pulls her hips against his. She can try and keep her distance above, but below he fully intends to let her feel how much he wants her.]

[ it's a power play, as much as anything with them is. a game of who can hold more back, and who has to be the one to give.

emma likes to think that hook's desperate pawing means she's winning.

or, she is until a groan slips out when her hips press to his. she can feel the evidence of his arousal pressed between them, and she leans in closer, her forehead leaning against his, as she catches her breath. it takes only a second before she's crushing her lips to his again. her thumb presses against his throat, dragging down the center of his adam's apple.

there's hesitance in how her hand slips away from the move to choke him, and rests instead at the side of his neck. it's an inch she's giving him, but it feels rather like a mile. she won't pull him into her arms, won't cling to him because it'll only make it harder when he leaves (and he will leave).

her other hand moves to tear open his shirt, sliding down into it and popping the buttons off rather than taking the time to unfasten them. ]

[He'll take what victories he can get with her. The hand under his clothes, the way her chokehold's turned into a caress... most of all that moan... reminds him that he's right about her, and she can protest all she wants, but she's as desperate for this as he is.

He runs his good hand down her leg, hitching it up around his waist. He doesn't want to break the kiss for anything, but he does pull her back, letting the two of them tumble onto the couch.]

[ she lands solidly in his lap, bringing her knees up so she can straddle him more easily, rocking her hips forward both in her own earnestness for some sort of friction, and to tease him. she pulls out of the kiss, shoving him back by his shoulders. ]

Enough with the foreplay, already. [ her hands work to aggressively unfasten his pants. ] I thought a pirate just takes what he wants. [ the baiting isn't entirely good-natured. a great deal of it is in her eagerness to avoid emotional content or connection in this. the idea of feeling that for hook terrifies her, but not enough to stay away. ]

[He slipped his hook around her hand and pulled it away.] A gentleman takes his time. [He presses a kiss to the corner of her jaw and whispers.] Don't worry. There'll be plenty of taking. Now be a good lass and stop rushing me. [He nips her earbud and slips his good hand under her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.]

[ the softness of his mouth against her jaw and ear makes her resolve melt, and she allows her hand to be moved from the front of his pants. her chest heaves with a full, satisfied exhale as his hand moves up her shirt. she raises her arms over her head to help him get it off.

then she's on him again, hands planted on either side of his face, pulling him into a suffocating kiss. her hands move down to his unbuttoned shirt, push it open as she presses closer to him so she can feel his skin. one hand traces the slope of his shoulder underneath his shirt, fingers kneading the muscles there. ]

I'm not having sex with a gentleman. I'm having sex with Captain Hook. [ she says it in a low, coquettish voice as she kisses a slow trail from his lips, across the scratchy stubble of his jaw, and back to his neck.

it's not just the sarcastic dismissal of his choice to call himself that. it's also wrapped up in her reminder that they're having sex, not anything more than that, and that she's doing it with hook. not killian jones. there's incredulity, too, that's hardly worn off from a year of realizing fairytales are real. ]

[His lips part a bit at kisses dotting their way over his jaw and to his neck. This is all feeling so good. So right.] You're having sex with me. [Names and labels don't matter. She can try and make it less than what it is all she wants. They both know it can't be just sex with them. Killian doesn't intend to leave her now that she's let him in. Not ever.

He slips his hook out of her belt loop and drags the cold metal over her side. He may not be able to feel the warmth of her skin through it, but the sensation should be interesting for her. Especially in contrast to the warm hand creeping up her back. He looks over her shoulder as she kisses him, so he can better navigate the clasp of her bra. It's simple compared to the contraptions women of his world often found themselves in, but he hadn't had as much experience with these. He carefully opened it, then smiled and kissed Emma's shoulder. Success.]

[ she sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of the cool metal on her skin, and she arches against him in response, and lets her head roll back, eyes shut softly.

as her skin adjusts, she blinks her eyes open, straightening and processing the slack in her bra band. she raises her arms to slip the straps off her shoulders, and discards the plain white thing, designed very obviously for function over fashion.

emma meets his gaze, and her own is full of breathless hesitation. her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and there's caution in the way she leans in to slowly bring their lips together again. the kiss is a tentative thing, and it doesn't last long. then she's averting her gaze to stare down between them while she works to force his shirt off his shoulders. ]

[He smiles indulgently and finally forces himself to move his arms away from her so that together they can get rid of his shirt. He's starting to regret stopping her from tearing off his trousers, though. They're getting increasingly uncomfortable.

With his shirt finally abandoned, he lets himself reach forward to finally caress her lovely breasts. He runs his thumb over her nipple and glances back up to her face, leaning in for another soft kiss.]

[ her breath comes out rasped and her lips part at the touch, and she arches her back to press her chest against his hand. she fumbles when he first kisses her, because she'd been too distracted by the feeling to see it coming, but she catches up quickly and eases into it, nipping at his lower lip.

slowly, her hands move down from his shoulders, tracing his arms. when one hand reaches his wrist, she stops, but the other hits the attachment of his hook, and she absently continues to examine it with her hand for a moment before settling on resting her hand there, at the junction.

there's a whimper in the back of her throat and she shifts in his lap, trying eagerly to grind against him and find minor relief in the friction. but it doesn't help all that much, because her underwear are already soaked under her jeans, and her pulse is still throbbing between her thighs, leaving her more agonizingly wound up than before. ]

[He smiles, pulling back a bit so he can talk to her. He gives her breast a last, gentle squeeze, then slides his hand down her side to rest at her hip, pressing up against her as she grinds down.

He leans his forehead against hers. It's hard to keep his voice even, but he makes a solid effort.]

If you want something, you only need ask...

[He slips his hook into the waistband of her trousers and pulls lightly. Unfortunately, there are some things you need a thumb to do, so it's not like he can do much more.]

Now, I know you're dreaming.

[ emma doesn't ask. she slides off his lap, sitting beside him on the couch. her legs rest across his lap, though she no longer straddles it, and she begins to unzip her boots at the same time she begins to regret wearing them at all. ]

[He presses a kiss to her bare shoulder as she starts removing her boots. Then he takes the hint and reaches down to unlace his own boots. They wear too many clothes between the two of them. It's bloody inconvenient.]

This is better than any dream.

[ that actually gets her to hesitate, and her hands still on the decorative laces of her boots. she watches him, a flutter in her expression, then sets determinedly about getting her boots off, embarrassment at her own response taking over. she hates that he does this to her. she throws her boots aside and begins to work open her jeans, sliding them off her hips. ]

[He manages to open his trousers with his hand but then he gets impatient and pushes her backwards, taking over the task of pulling off her trousers himself. Of course, it's much slower going his way since he feels like it's important to kiss and bite his way down her legs as he works.]

[ she lays compliantly back on the couch, head against the armrest, and lifts her legs to help him ease the pants off. as he kisses down, her skin prickles with warmth, and she loosens up, shuts her eyes, and tips her head back. her lips part. her body's already aching for him. taking more time just makes her tremble with anticipation, each kiss feeling that much more poignant. ]

Hate to be the one to break this to you ... [ she cracks an eye, fixing her attention on him, and reaches down to curl her fingers in his hair, dragging him back up her body. ] But you're going the wrong way.

[He struggles against her a little, continuing to drop kisses over her body, but he lets her pull him up.]

No appreciation for the build-up. I'll get there.

[But while he's hear, he may as well press himself against her naked body and kiss her again. He's petty enough not to care that his trousers are still in the way. If she's going to try and speed this up, he'll try and frustrate her.]

Anybody ever tell you that you talk too much? [ she quiets abruptly when his lips find hers, and she groans into his mouth, arching her body up against him to try and seek out more contact. his skin's warm on hers, and it leaves her searching out more.

her arms wind around his waist, resting at his lower back, and she spreads her legs to encourage him to fit between them, curling one around his to drag him in closer. the angle on her neck from the arm rest isn't ideal, but it's a hazard of their chosen location.

his mouth is hot on hers, but she breaks the kiss to breathe and glance between them, moving her hands to fidget with the fastening of his pants. ] Stop building.

You're cute when you're desperate. [He doesn't stop her from working on his pants, though. He's a little desperate too. He's not being particularly helpful, though. He presses hot kisses to her neck, slipping his hand up to cup around her breast again.] Maybe if you ask nicely.

Make me. [ she leans in to breathe the words against the shell of his ear, then rakes her teeth over it as she successfully works open his pants. she begins to push them down off his hips with some awkwardness at the angle.

she lifts her hips to grind against him with only her plain white underwear between them now, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth at the feeling. she just wishes she'd bothered shaving her legs, but she's far too interested in groping madly at him to feel too self-aware. ]

[He slips his hand down into her panties, curling his finger against her clit.] I plan to. [He pulls his hand away all too quickly, but only for a moment. He has to pull his trousers off more fully, and he needs fingers to do it. Then he's back, slipping two fingers inside her as he pushes forward his palm for her to rut against. He smiles. She's sopping wet.] Must say, the way you're welcoming me in is just about begging enough.

Uwah. [ the sudden, sturdy pressure against her clit causes electricity to crackle through her. she lets out a sudden noise, that turns to a whine when she loses the sensation.

but, his hand returns quickly, and she raises her hips to fuck herself on his fingers, clit rubbing against his palm on every down-thrust. she lets out a low, breathy ohhh and makes no apologies for how vocal she allows herself to be. for how vocal he warrants her being. she gets a steady rhythm going, rocking against his hand, desperately inching herself closer to the edge in the pursuit of some semblance of release. ]

[Oh, those noises are nice enough he almost doesn't want to stop. Her face is beautiful, all passionate and uncontrolled. She's tightening around him and clearly getting closer and closer.

So naturally, it's time to stop entirely, laying his hand flat against her cunt because he can't bear to pull away fully.]

[ she feels the loss immediately, but continues to try and buck against him uselessly. she has to work to sort through the lust-addled haze of her mind and figure out that he's stopped, because she's dizzy and drugged on the sensations. tightens winds in her abdomen, untempered, and she meets his gaze with unfocused eyes. her hand reaches out to slip around his ribs, and her nails scrape at his sides as she curls her fingers and tries to draw him in. ]

Uh uh. [He lets her pull him in, though, pressing his lips against her jaw.] Tell me what you want.

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