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This better not awaken anything in me.

RUDE AWAKENING
β info and prefs, info and prefs.
β other folks comment a few new /things their character could get into, due to inspiration from your character!
β other folks comment a few new /things their character could get into, due to inspiration from your character!
jessica rabbit.
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[It might seem like there could be some kind of innuendo there, but to those who know him... yeah it's unquestionably an innuendo.]
Red Hood/Jason Todd | Titans
alina starkov . shadow & bone . ota
yukari takeba π persona 3/4AU.
Bandou Saburouta | K
spot | arknights
CS-RU-02 | MECHA-CHIMERA OC | FANDOMLESS | OTA
[ I mean, look at him. ]
may parker | mcu | ota
Dick Grayson | Titans
Conner Kent | Titans
Scott Summers | Marvel
Angel | Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Oliver Queen | Arrow
Pietro Maximoff | MCU
Stefan Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries
kaveh | genshin impact | ota
Mirko | My Hero Academia
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What exactly would you awaken in someone?
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Ever wondered what it would be like to bang a bunny? How bout' my muscles? I'm sure most people prefer their women small and fragile?
I can guarantee you I would end up on top.
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Impassive as he looked, and tempting as it was to admire her, he wasn't failing to meet her eyes on that.]
I've found I prefer challenging women but you'd need to concern yourself with a challenging man.
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[ She grinned while looking him up and down. Well, he was hot; she'll give him that. ]
βThink you can?
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[That dull look of his gave way to a grin that couldn't quite match hers but still seemed plenty sharp.]
Are you free?
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[ Sure, she was short as heck. And a bunny... but those muscles weren't for nothing. ]
βFree of charge? Or free right now?
Because that would be both, hot stuff.
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What a tease. Alright, 'Mirko'--are you the hotel type?
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[ Reaching up and sliding a hand over his cheek, Mirko caught his gaze and refused to let it go. ]
βAnd my name is Rumi.
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Then, Rumi, call me Emiya. [His hand found her hip, squeezing her as if to let the strength in his fingers tell her he appreciated the gesture.]
Coming with? [Even at a glance down the street, there were more than a couple places to stop.]
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Hm. Count me in. [ She grinned. Pushing herself up against him and leaning into his neck, taking a lil nibble on his collarbone. ]βGonna show me a good time, right?
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You don't give a damn about subtlety, do you? [A beat.] I don't dislike that.
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Not when I like what I see. [ She murmured into his lips. When he got the door open she pushed him inside and slammed the door shut behind them in one quick movement. ]
Hm, though your a bit impatient aren't you? [ She smirked, before grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into her. Rumi's back hit the door. Tilting her head up, she caught his lips again. ]
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Hard, callused hands sunk into her backside greedily enough for the moment they spent crushed together, quite easily drawn into Rumi's momentum to kiss her back and mold his lips with hers. Pent-up aggression slipped past to answer her question when he lifted his hands to pick her up and pin her against the door, almost following her silent direction to the letter. Parting from her lips briefly, his voice lowered even more. It seemed as if the cool veneer was already gone, his chest pressed to hers with only a couple layers of fabric to separate them.]
I'm not the only one.
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You're right. [ She grinned, before her hand snaked up into his hair, grabbing the white strands firmly, and pulling. They were still so close, his breath mingling with hers. ]
-Tell me what you want. [ She drawled, before nibbling on his bottom lip. ]
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No bullshit, suffice to say, slipped from him. Rudely, he gave her the simplest answer had had in mind, savoring the sharp press of her teeth into his lip. His voice lowered a bit further.]
I want your pants off--unless you want them in pieces.
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She sucked on his lip before pulling back.]
Hm? You gonna fuck me on this door? [ her eyebrows raising; challenging him. ] -Gonna have to rip them off, I think. [ She leant into the crook of his neck, ears falling flat on her head as she licked the skin on his throat. Peppering small kisses and nips of teeth over it, while rubbing herself on his bulge again. ]
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[He ripped her bottoms with little enough effort, hardly losing his breath to expose her. That physique of his hadn't been for show but he didn't rest on his laurels at all, smoothing his fingers beneath her top to help her work her shirt off. He'd miss the attention she was giving him but it would only be a moment--]
Those legs... They're not just for show, huh?
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When he ripped off her pants, she jerked against him. Snapping her head back to hit the door. She grinned at him then, breathing heavy. ]
Hm, you like em'? [ She said as he swiftly, expertly, rid her of her top to reveal the white lacy bra underneath-white was her brand after all. She grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to her, coaxing his mouth open with hers. She would have undressed him, but honestly, his outwear looked a tad more complicated. ]
Take off your shirt. [ She muttered into him. ]
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[Still, it was a command he was happy with. Emiya took his time tugging away the rest of her pant legs, his palm, and fingers following the definition of Rumi's thigh shamelessly. Once the rest of it was tossed, he slipped one hand behind his back to catch a little hook keeping his top on--pulling it off in one smooth gesture that ruffled his hair. Given how hard she'd been clinging to his waist, it took a bit more effort.
Rumi would have no trouble seeing the faded web of old scars on him, trim muscle tenser than he'd let on. It was taking a ton of effort for him to keep his cool with her. He wasted no time in pressing her flat to the wall once again, crushing his lips against hers and pressing her into the door with another thud against the frame as if he needed to get at every bit of her. Rough, callused fingers gripped her hips, near hard enough to bruise. He'd only spare her another moment to breathe.]
White?
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Mirko jerked against him he took off his shirt. And oh, she liked what she saw. All that lean muscle only his battle hardened body, with scars, too? What a treat Mirko was getting.
She smirked, hands reaching out to lay flat on his chest as he pressed her back into the door. Fingers splaying over his ribs, pressing down their indents. She kissed him back, hungrily claiming his lips between hers, teeth scraping the skin.
When Emiya pressed into into her hip bone, Mirko moaned. Compulsively bucking up into him against the pressure of his hands. ]
It's my signature colour.
[ Mirko grinned. Bringing her fingers up to his throat, a finger nail pressing deep into his skin. ]
Touch me more. [ She ground against his bulge again. Certainly it must have been feeling tight and restrained in those pants. ]
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It suits you.
[Purity in spirit was dazzling and she wore her lust well with that charming set, so much so that he was drawn easily into her eyes any time they met. A groan slipped from Emiya's lips between their heated exchange and, caught up in that look of hers, he bit her lower lip only softly enough to show the well of pent-up frustration he was still holding back.
A moment's consideration gave him an idea--her request coming through as tempting and exciting enough to part from their kiss for a moment.] As if you'd need to convince me.
[He kept his eyes locked on hers with one hand lifted to roll his tongue along his fingers before drawing them beneath the back of the waistband of her lacy garments to find her womanhood--fingertips dancing gently along her heat as if looking to memorize every detail for later.]
Nanami Kento | Jujutsu Kaisen
Rude | FF7R | OTA
Mezo Shouji | MHA | OTA
Amber | Genshin Impact | OTA