OPEN RP 2.0

[effulgent]

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.

Comments

[uncurse]

[ 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. ]

[unhand]

[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.]

[uncurse]

[ 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. ]

[unhand]

[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.]

[uncurse]

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. ]

[unhand]

[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.

[uncurse]

[ 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. ]

[unhand]

[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.]

[uncurse]

[ 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.

[unhand]

[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.]

[uncurse]

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.

[unhand]

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.

[uncurse]

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. ]

[unhand]

[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.

[uncurse]

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. ]

[unhand]

[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.]

[uncurse]

[ 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. ]

[unhand]

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

[uncurse]

Hook. [ her voice takes the tone of desperate exasperation, and she rolls her hips demandingly, trying to find friction against his hand - uselessly, this time. ]

[unhand]

What? [He knows what. He slips his hook into her panties carefully and gives them a hard yank.]

[uncurse]

[ she sucks in a breath as her underwear slide down her thighs, easily stretched by his hook. she reaches down stubbornly to try and rub one out for herself, only to find interruption in the hand hook's cupping over her cunt. she groans. ]

Just do it already.

[unhand]

[That's close enough. He moves his hand away and untangles his hook from her underwear, shifting between her legs. Then he slowly presses into her.

Pleasure crosses his face at the feeling. She feels even more delicious than he imagined. His eyes slide shut as he comes to rest on top of her, propped up a little on his elbows as he lets her adjust and relishes the feeling.]

[uncurse]

[ tingling tension creeps its way up through her as he pushes inside her wet center. she tips her head back, shuts her eyes, and lifts her hips to meet his. her slow exhale teeters on the edge of a moan. her arms slide around his waist, fingertips pressing into his back to pull him down closer to her.

she leans forward and buries her face against his neck. she doesn't start moving in any urgent way, instead holding onto how completely he fills her. ]

[unhand]

[Hook gives up on holding himself up. He wants to be pressed against her too badly to care about little things like crushing her a bit. He buries his face in her hair and slides his good arm under her, into the small of her back where he can pull her even closer. He doesn't want to move nearly as desperately as he needs to. the moment is perfect, but it can't last, and he feels like he's going to explode.

Slowly, he starts to rock against her.]

[uncurse]

[ feverish and dizzy, she shut her eyes, taking steady pants of breath while her body sighed under each movement. after only a moment, though, she began to roll her hips in steady circles, shifting the angle of penetration as he rocked up into her, and causing his pubic bone to grind against her clit each time their bodies connected. her legs twine around his hips, drawing him in deeper. ]