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 rocks gently with him as he pounds into her, and when he finally stills and heat spills between her thighs, she stills too, tangled up in him. one leg is wrapped around one of his, the other stretched off the couch. one arm is resting on his back, the other moves to adjust a throw pillow under her head to keep the arm rest from putting a crick in her neck.

she lets out a puff of breath that's almost a laugh, and her smile is wide as she leans her forehead against his, but only for a moment. she quashes the sentiment quick enough, but that doesn't change that it was there. she doesn't move to shove him off of her. ]

[unhand]

[He notices, and it makes him grin, nuzzling his face against hers. He shifts a little, enough so she can breathe while still making sure that he's touching as much of her as possible, and gives her another kiss, this one soft and full of affection.

She'll probably hate it. But he does what he wants.]

[uncurse]

[ she lets him kiss her, losing herself in the warmth of his mouth. it's a lazy thing, and she gets into it until her shoulder bumps his hook arm behind her and feels torn upholstery. she stops, pulling back and pushing him away a little. ]

You - [ it's accusatory, she sits up, pulling him out of her, and then props her elbow on the armrest so she can twist and look down at ... the mess his hook has made of the couch. she grimaces, scrubbing her hand over her face. ] Hook.

[unhand]

What? [He sits up a bit, following her gaze and... oh. Whoops.] ...you should get leather. Much more durable.

[uncurse]

You shouldn't wear a weapon during sex. [ exceptions can be made for clothes-ripping. she huffs. there's no fixing it now, so she just flops back on the couch, shifting to get comfortable. ]

[unhand]

[He gets comfortable behind her, wrapping his arms around her.] But then I couldn't do this. [He drags the point of his hook lightly between her breasts.]

[uncurse]

[ her skin prickles, coming alive at the light scraping touch. her eyes flutter shut and her body loosens under his - until she feels a tug, and finds that his hook's gotten caught in her necklace. she quickly disentangles it and shoves his arm off of her. ]

Stop it.

[unhand]

[He chuckles against her hair, but he lets his arm come back again seconds after she's shoved it, tracing a light circle around her belly button, then dragging up her stomach, tracing her ribs...]

[uncurse]

Don't start what you can't finish.

[ she's scowling, because he's either trying to do that, or he's cuddling and she's not ok with cuddling. she was five minutes ago, but then he reminded her of why she's not. ]

[unhand]

Oh, I can finish. [He drags the hook along the underside of her breast and lets his good and slide down between her legs. Because he is not going to put his weapon hand between her legs. Yet. Maybe second or third date.] Have a bit of patience, gorgeous.

[uncurse]

[ her breath shakes as she inhales, pressing herself against his hand while simultaneously trying to tilt her hips back against his. it was an awkward movement, one that pushed her chest out into his hook and her shoulders back. she squirmed beside him on the couch. ]

[unhand]

[He pressed forward against her, grinding his cock against her ass as his fingers explore her cunt. His hook dug a little harder into the soft flesh of her breasts, not hard enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough to leave a real scratch as he moved it. He leaned his head forward to press a kiss to her shoulder.] I got you, darling.

[uncurse]

[ she shifted, determined to grind her hips against his fingers as they worked her pussy. small, whimpered noises escaped her as she fought to limit her movements lest she slip her chest wrong and ruin a lot more than a couch on the point of his hook. reaching forward, emma grabbed a fistful of couch cushion with a strangling grip and tried to resist pleading with hook to finish her. ]

[unhand]

[He could feel her movements getting less restrained in spite of herself and turned his hook to trace her skin with the blunt side instead. He didn't actually want to skewer her. She'd probably winge about blood on the upholstery too. He ran the cold metal over her nipples and plunged two fingers inside her.]

Want me to take it off?

[uncurse]

[ she moans out low, jerking her hips to thrust onto his fingers. ]

No. [ she whines out the word in a hurry, though she scorns herself for sounding so damn desperate immediately afterward. the please goes unspoken, but rings heavy in her voice, begging him for more. ]

[unhand]

Didn't think so. [He twists his fingers insider her, feeling her out, and runs the side of his hook over her collar bone. Then he pulls the fingers away and pulls her leg up a bit so he can ease into her from behind. It's more slowly than he'd gone before, and he peppers Emma's neck with kisses as he goes. It's an intimacy sneak attack.]

[uncurse]

[ it catches her off guard enough to elicit a drawn-out moan, and she stills to welcome him inside of her. she spreads her thighs, lifting one leg to stretch it and lock it back around his to give them a better angle. she reaches behind her to hold onto his hip. when she moans again, it's his name on her lips. ]

[unhand]

[He lets out an answering moan.] Emma. [He moves up to caress her cheek with the back of his hook as he starts slowly moving inside her, his good hand sliding between her legs again to rub small circles on her clit.]

[uncurse]

[ her abdomen tightens as she presses back against him, and emma begins to rock her hips back to meet his. her vision swims, she digs her nails into his thigh as she pulls him up against her, and she moves in an altogether slower, more intimate fashion. she allows that much, bringing him inside of her over and over while her torso undulates to work her body against him.

her lips part, and even repeated conscious effort won't keep it closed, so she turns her head to kiss the back curve of his hook, then drags her tongue along it. he can't feel it - she knows that. but it's not entirely for him, and the sight should spur him on all the same. ]

[unhand]

[It's certainly enough to spur him on. He lets out a long moan at the sight and bites her neck, almost accidentally, as he stares at the hook in her mouth. He's going faster now, the circles he rubs with his thumb sloppier and less directed. He's closer than he'd like to be. Emma's doing a good job of making him lose control. But then, hasn't she always?]

[uncurse]

[ the bite gets a yelp of a moan out of her, which betrays just how close to the edge she really is. she'd been hiding it well behind panted breaths and distraction, but that tension winding in her gut has been ready to shake loose since before his cock was inside of her.

she finds herself biting down on the hook, tongue curled around the part of its curve that's past her teeth, just to hold on a moment longer and stifle her moan as she comes. her body clenches, shakes, and the animated work of her hips ceases because she can't dig herself out of the haze of pleasure long enough to work her muscles.

all her instincts tell her to shout for him. to beg him to fuck her harder, to come with her, to plead for him and surrender herself to him. but she doesn't. she nearly cries, but not out of emotion, just because it's so much that she can't stop the watering.

she keeps his hook between her teeth and her hand pressed against it to keep herself from doing more than whimpering as the work of his thumb against her clit keeps her at that overstimulated peak, dragging out her orgasm. ]

[unhand]

[He's too far gone to think too much about what she isn't saying. He's too busy slamming into her urgently and pressing his lips to where he bit her, almost soothingly, except a second later he does it again because he enjoyed that little yelp.

His finger slows and finally stops, and he instead clutches desperately to her hip as he pumps once, twice, a third time, and comes, coiled tension draining out of him as he spurts into her.]

[uncurse]

[ her body continued to tremble, even after he'd come inside of her and his motions stilled. she rode out the tremors of her orgasm, gasping and letting the wet metal of his hook slip past her lips. she collapsed against the couch as she tried to catch her breath. ]

Son of a ... [ she panted out the words, trailed off and didn't bother to finish, and then turned to glance at him over her shoulder, reaching up with one hand to feel where he'd bit her. ] I'm gonna be wearing turtlenecks for a week.

[unhand]

[He smiled at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.] And I'll know what you're hiding.

[uncurse]

[ the kiss catches her off guard, so she allows it. then she watches him with scrutiny for a moment before concluding, ] You did it on purpose. [ she swats his hand away from her hip, frustration mounting. that bastard was trying to mark his territory. ]