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Pamela commanded her vines to ensure that Barbara's head was turned, to watch her. Her fingers started to caress her own breasts, tugging at her nipples.
Barbara's mouth turned dry as she helplessly watched Pamela, not even trying to struggle and a treacherous part of her wishing that the vines holding her thighs would move upwards just a few more inches. Her berathing turning ragged she asked one breathy question. "Why?"
There were plenty of things Cloud liked about Eren. (Obviously, or he wouldn't have so much as given him the time of day, let alone so much of his own time, his life, himself.) And that particular intensity ranked high on the list. He wasn't attracted to complacency or laziness or the type of person content with their lot in life - probably because he wasn't with his, but that came up to naught, in this; he liked Eren because Eren was passionate (among other things). ...But he had some seriously mixed feelings about that stark earnestness when it was turned directly on him. And by surprise, no less.
He hadn't been feeling particularly tense when he'd stepped into the room, ordinarily one of the very few comfortable, safe spaces he kept, but at the sharp sound of his name, in that tone, Cloud almost jumped. Flinched, at least, looking back at Eren with wide, blue eyes - and holding his peace, because he hadn't the slightest idea what this was about. His own posture straightened sympathetically, the distinct and uncomfortable flutter of anxiety rising in the pit of his stomach somewhere around About us.
--and dissolving pretty much immediately with the follow up. His own face was probably pretty red, he thought, judging by the heat he could feel rising into his pale complexion. But he was smiling wanly, anyway, by the time Eren had finished averting his gaze.
"You-- don't have to," he answered, soft and certain because even if he did ask for something, he didn't want it to seem like some kind of obligation. Or to leave it left implied that Eren wasn't any good - in bed or otherwise. "If you mean it, though..."
Closing the door behind himself, Cloud stepped further into the room. Now he knew he was turning red, at least around the edges; which didn't hurt his resolve to say something all that much, but might've added an extra layer of cautiously awkward to this whole conversation. "You always do everything so fast. A-And, it's not that I don't like it, but-- Trying something different while we can might be nice, too."
He hadn't been feeling particularly tense when he'd stepped into the room, ordinarily one of the very few comfortable, safe spaces he kept, but at the sharp sound of his name, in that tone, Cloud almost jumped. Flinched, at least, looking back at Eren with wide, blue eyes - and holding his peace, because he hadn't the slightest idea what this was about. His own posture straightened sympathetically, the distinct and uncomfortable flutter of anxiety rising in the pit of his stomach somewhere around About us.
--and dissolving pretty much immediately with the follow up. His own face was probably pretty red, he thought, judging by the heat he could feel rising into his pale complexion. But he was smiling wanly, anyway, by the time Eren had finished averting his gaze.
"You-- don't have to," he answered, soft and certain because even if he did ask for something, he didn't want it to seem like some kind of obligation. Or to leave it left implied that Eren wasn't any good - in bed or otherwise. "If you mean it, though..."
Closing the door behind himself, Cloud stepped further into the room. Now he knew he was turning red, at least around the edges; which didn't hurt his resolve to say something all that much, but might've added an extra layer of cautiously awkward to this whole conversation. "You always do everything so fast. A-And, it's not that I don't like it, but-- Trying something different while we can might be nice, too."
"I haven't been touched in so long Babs... I just need this..." Pamela's hands rushed against her skin. Anxious for more.
[If you want, I mean I feel and making the person posting reply first. Oh yes I wanted John corrupting the hell out of Sherlock. I love the idea of one actually XD Virgin!Lock is so fun to mess with. ]
[ Staring quietly into his dwindling glass of booze, Peter waited. Voices followed Profit's all the way to the dining room, and he rubbed his hand across his mouth again, starting to wonder if he was supposed to play the part of the boyfriend. Or just the boytoy, maybe. Or was he really just meant to be a prostitute? There was a reason he'd been dressed up in... well, two different ways, and Peter couldn't figure it out yet. He just knew he was supposed to try and act like he fit here. Like he belonged. And maybe in a small way, he could use the fact that Profit looked like Nathan to his advantage.
As soon as he heard his name, Peter's ears piqued, his gaze snapping up. Utterly clueless as to whether or not he should bring his glass with him - remember your manners, Peter - he held it close to his chest as he made his way out to the dining room, all too flushed and fresh faced. Glancing between the men, Peter's gaze settled on the one he knew the best of all, albeit just barely, sighing quietly and letting his shoulders drop. Peter smiled easily at Profit, as if it was Nathan saving him from another family party, before his attention shifted back to the other two men. ]
It's nice to finally meet you. I mean- Jim's told me so much about you, I was really glad to hear when he'd invited you to dinner.
[ Straight away looking back to Profit, Peter was desperately trying to take his cues from him. Was he supposed to act like a boyfriend? Like a pet? Was he supposed to know nothing at all and did he just earn himself a massive demerit? Trying to keep from being nervous was the hardest part of all and he glanced down for a moment, settling his hand on top of a nearby chair. When he looked back up, it was straight back to Profit once more, eyebrows lifted in anticipation of what he was supposed to do next. ]
Are we ready to eat? [ Voice wavering just slightly, Peter was a half second away from asking if he could see Profit in the kitchen for a moment, desperate for a few more directions. ] Or can I get you anything else first?
As soon as he heard his name, Peter's ears piqued, his gaze snapping up. Utterly clueless as to whether or not he should bring his glass with him - remember your manners, Peter - he held it close to his chest as he made his way out to the dining room, all too flushed and fresh faced. Glancing between the men, Peter's gaze settled on the one he knew the best of all, albeit just barely, sighing quietly and letting his shoulders drop. Peter smiled easily at Profit, as if it was Nathan saving him from another family party, before his attention shifted back to the other two men. ]
It's nice to finally meet you. I mean- Jim's told me so much about you, I was really glad to hear when he'd invited you to dinner.
[ Straight away looking back to Profit, Peter was desperately trying to take his cues from him. Was he supposed to act like a boyfriend? Like a pet? Was he supposed to know nothing at all and did he just earn himself a massive demerit? Trying to keep from being nervous was the hardest part of all and he glanced down for a moment, settling his hand on top of a nearby chair. When he looked back up, it was straight back to Profit once more, eyebrows lifted in anticipation of what he was supposed to do next. ]
Are we ready to eat? [ Voice wavering just slightly, Peter was a half second away from asking if he could see Profit in the kitchen for a moment, desperate for a few more directions. ] Or can I get you anything else first?
If Peter wasn't good at losing control, he was even worse at letting anyone being in complete control. The feeling that this was a challenge and some sort of contest carried him nicely, right along with the arousal, though. When Leo pulled his shirt and grazed his fingers across skin, Peter gasped and his stomach muscles pulled inward-
But he also stroked his thumb over the crease of Leo's thigh, just once, before moving his hand between their bodies to tug open Leo's pants. The location for this was horrible (in Peter's mind), but it made him want to move things along, added just a bit of a thrill, and certainly wasn't going to stop him. He pulled out of the kiss, using Leo's hair to gently tug him back while he slid his hand inside Leo's trousers, so he could mouth, and lightly bite, at the side of his throat.
But he also stroked his thumb over the crease of Leo's thigh, just once, before moving his hand between their bodies to tug open Leo's pants. The location for this was horrible (in Peter's mind), but it made him want to move things along, added just a bit of a thrill, and certainly wasn't going to stop him. He pulled out of the kiss, using Leo's hair to gently tug him back while he slid his hand inside Leo's trousers, so he could mouth, and lightly bite, at the side of his throat.
"I want to!" Eren all but shouted, startling himself enough that his shoulders instantly slouched and he had the decency to look a little embarrassed. "I want to. Not because I feel like I owe you or anything. I just want to make you happy. And I want to make you feel good." It was truly as simple as that and Eren had always been a simple enough boy. Blunt with what he wanted and when he wanted. Although he was a bit bed shy still. He wanted to change that. Especially since he'd only gotten closer with Cloud, more attracted to him as he learned his body from end to end and all that was in between.
Eren rolls his eyes up and again, looks a bit embarrassed but he doesn't take the criticism personally. This was what this was about after all. Of course he took everything fast. He was used to the threat of death so close that being patient just wasn't a logical option. His life was a little safer now though. He had some elbow room to kick back and relax. Eren had to realize that and if anyone helped him with that, it was Cloud.
"You're right," he mumbled slowly. "I've just never known-. I never know when our last time will be our last. I don't want to...Waste time." It isn't an excuse and he doesn't say it as though it is. He's only explaining himself. A small grin forms itself onto his face and he slides his thumb up under one of the leather straps that ran along his thigh. "I would like to take it more slowly with you, I guess, now that you mention it. It'd be nice to um-. You know."
Despite no longer being a virgin, he still wasn't all too eloquent or confident about this sort of thing. He's at least capable of talking about it to a degree without crumbling with humiliation. "Did you want to do anything in particular? Something different...Sounds like you had something in mind, maybe."
Eren stood from the bed then and strode across the room until he was standing not two inches from Cloud's face. He bows his head, staring up at Cloud from under his bangs.
"You know how I feel about you," he said, "I'm willing to make that physically obvious as well. More than I have in the past, anyway."
Eren rolls his eyes up and again, looks a bit embarrassed but he doesn't take the criticism personally. This was what this was about after all. Of course he took everything fast. He was used to the threat of death so close that being patient just wasn't a logical option. His life was a little safer now though. He had some elbow room to kick back and relax. Eren had to realize that and if anyone helped him with that, it was Cloud.
"You're right," he mumbled slowly. "I've just never known-. I never know when our last time will be our last. I don't want to...Waste time." It isn't an excuse and he doesn't say it as though it is. He's only explaining himself. A small grin forms itself onto his face and he slides his thumb up under one of the leather straps that ran along his thigh. "I would like to take it more slowly with you, I guess, now that you mention it. It'd be nice to um-. You know."
Despite no longer being a virgin, he still wasn't all too eloquent or confident about this sort of thing. He's at least capable of talking about it to a degree without crumbling with humiliation. "Did you want to do anything in particular? Something different...Sounds like you had something in mind, maybe."
Eren stood from the bed then and strode across the room until he was standing not two inches from Cloud's face. He bows his head, staring up at Cloud from under his bangs.
"You know how I feel about you," he said, "I'm willing to make that physically obvious as well. More than I have in the past, anyway."
Barbara moaned softly, watching. "And what do you want me...?" The question hung in the air.
1.9 figure pre-kidnapped Isaac coaxing Scott's fun side (with Scott taking sexual lead, eventually)?
cocaptaining
2013-07-10 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Scott is having the most academic summer he has ever had. He reads. Constantly. He's been studying for the SAT's. On the surface, Allison is the furthest thought from him. Yes, she's in France probably visiting family. He knows Lydia talks to her but he doesn't ask. He hardly sees her, anyway. He checks in every now and then. He wants to be better. He wants to be a better friend, a better student, a better wolf.
This unfortunately makes him a pretty boring person for the time being. He's getting to bed at decent times. He's been skipping school parties. He's pretty much turned over a new leaf. Stiles sometimes gets him out but very seldom and the both of them usually leave early, passing out back at Scott's house.
When it comes to Isaac, Scott has come to an understanding with him. He respects him as a wolf and he likes him as a friend despite his allegiances to Derek. When he invites Isaac over to hang out on a Friday night, he totally just meant pizza, junk food, some TV and maybe some SAT flashcards he'll slip in. And maybe some real cards. His mother has some kind of vodka in the freezer, he thinks. If all else fails, Isaac has a fake ID. Hopefully.
...He's never asked.
Oh well.
The stuff that great nights are made of, right? ]
This unfortunately makes him a pretty boring person for the time being. He's getting to bed at decent times. He's been skipping school parties. He's pretty much turned over a new leaf. Stiles sometimes gets him out but very seldom and the both of them usually leave early, passing out back at Scott's house.
When it comes to Isaac, Scott has come to an understanding with him. He respects him as a wolf and he likes him as a friend despite his allegiances to Derek. When he invites Isaac over to hang out on a Friday night, he totally just meant pizza, junk food, some TV and maybe some SAT flashcards he'll slip in. And maybe some real cards. His mother has some kind of vodka in the freezer, he thinks. If all else fails, Isaac has a fake ID. Hopefully.
...He's never asked.
Oh well.
The stuff that great nights are made of, right? ]
[She tugged hard against his grip, already panting a bit with the effort of trying to struggle against him. He was big enough to loom over her, a hard weight pinning her back against the wall. Willow's eyes widened with shock as she felt her legs nudged apart, but by the time she realized what he was doing, it was too late - he had a thigh pressed firmly between her legs.]
So what if I was? [She glared up at him, trying to hide the growing fear in her eyes. What with how close he was, the way he was looking at her, touching her...there was only one thing he could want.] It doesn't mean anything to you.
[She'd been dreading the inevitable motion, the slow and steady friction against her pussy. Even if she'd been expecting it, it still made Willow draw in her breath sharply against the pleasant burn she felt in response. There was a little more fear in her voice when she said:] I'll scream. S-Stop it right now, or I won't have to.
[But a treacherous thought in the back of her mind wondered if anyone would hear over the music, or if they'd help even if they did. Close as they were, they probably looked like lovers.]
So what if I was? [She glared up at him, trying to hide the growing fear in her eyes. What with how close he was, the way he was looking at her, touching her...there was only one thing he could want.] It doesn't mean anything to you.
[She'd been dreading the inevitable motion, the slow and steady friction against her pussy. Even if she'd been expecting it, it still made Willow draw in her breath sharply against the pleasant burn she felt in response. There was a little more fear in her voice when she said:] I'll scream. S-Stop it right now, or I won't have to.
[But a treacherous thought in the back of her mind wondered if anyone would hear over the music, or if they'd help even if they did. Close as they were, they probably looked like lovers.]
Then why don't police use fuzzy handcuffs?
[Minako didn't press the issue, though. Instead, she was just grateful for the kiss, closing her eyes to enjoy it for a second.
Then, at the question, she giggled lightly:] Well, they tickle a bit. But so does my favorite bath robe. I'm okay, Jade. [And, indeed, the smile she gave Jade was genuine, albeit with an edge of nervousness.]
[Minako didn't press the issue, though. Instead, she was just grateful for the kiss, closing her eyes to enjoy it for a second.
Then, at the question, she giggled lightly:] Well, they tickle a bit. But so does my favorite bath robe. I'm okay, Jade. [And, indeed, the smile she gave Jade was genuine, albeit with an edge of nervousness.]
120% chance he is the corrupter.
Edited 2013-07-10 02:11 (UTC)
[If any of this is not to your liking feel free to edit things up in your reply to me or PM me or something I'm more than willing to change things up! I think they're a cute couple too so-!]
[Back in IC land--! Masaomi Kida and Shiemi Moriyama have dated for... a while now. A chance encounter lead to flirting and pursuit, flirting and pursuit lead to honest to god affection, and HtG affection lead itself into what Masaomi would very easily term "love." It's actually been a relationship which has developed over time. Over the years, actually! And in the last few months, well, they took a big step - the two of them moved in together. Responsible (young) adults that they are, the two of them split the rent on their very own apartment. Most likely, it's Shiemi's first, and Masoami... has lived alone since he was fifteen apparently but the fact he's moved in with a girl he's head over heels for make it unique.
But that's all forward details.
In the present, the two of them are going as they usually have, but it's that very same going as they usually have which has made things a little... lackluster, in a few departments. Oh, domestically and romantically for the most part they're clicking great. Masaomi even holds a stable job and between their dual(?) incomes, there's not a whole lot of problems there either. No, the problem, ultimately, is in a segment of their romantic life: it's in their sex life. Recently, their sex life has gotten more dull and while at one time Masaomi would have sworn he never would have tired of even the most vanilla sex with her, the fact is that it's almost started to get there. Almost-
Masaomi himself is not necessarily the most kinky man in the world. Or at least, he hasn't had enough self-discovery to know if he is or isn't. But he has done some things before and he does have some fantasies and ideas for how to spice things up. Ideas that he really has yet to talk to his girlfriend about, but ideas he really has been mustering up the courage to do so about for the last few days. Which finally brings us to "now" - now being the two of them sharing a meal together early one evening in this apartment of theirs.
A meal which now has him telling a terrible joke, as usual-]
So, so - Shiemi! You've heard about the five second rule, right?
[On baited breath. He came up with this one earlier today and it's brilliant.]
[Back in IC land--! Masaomi Kida and Shiemi Moriyama have dated for... a while now. A chance encounter lead to flirting and pursuit, flirting and pursuit lead to honest to god affection, and HtG affection lead itself into what Masaomi would very easily term "love." It's actually been a relationship which has developed over time. Over the years, actually! And in the last few months, well, they took a big step - the two of them moved in together. Responsible (young) adults that they are, the two of them split the rent on their very own apartment. Most likely, it's Shiemi's first, and Masoami... has lived alone since he was fifteen apparently but the fact he's moved in with a girl he's head over heels for make it unique.
But that's all forward details.
In the present, the two of them are going as they usually have, but it's that very same going as they usually have which has made things a little... lackluster, in a few departments. Oh, domestically and romantically for the most part they're clicking great. Masaomi even holds a stable job and between their dual(?) incomes, there's not a whole lot of problems there either. No, the problem, ultimately, is in a segment of their romantic life: it's in their sex life. Recently, their sex life has gotten more dull and while at one time Masaomi would have sworn he never would have tired of even the most vanilla sex with her, the fact is that it's almost started to get there. Almost-
Masaomi himself is not necessarily the most kinky man in the world. Or at least, he hasn't had enough self-discovery to know if he is or isn't. But he has done some things before and he does have some fantasies and ideas for how to spice things up. Ideas that he really has yet to talk to his girlfriend about, but ideas he really has been mustering up the courage to do so about for the last few days. Which finally brings us to "now" - now being the two of them sharing a meal together early one evening in this apartment of theirs.
A meal which now has him telling a terrible joke, as usual-]
So, so - Shiemi! You've heard about the five second rule, right?
[On baited breath. He came up with this one earlier today and it's brilliant.]
But I do like Earth. It's such a pretty little bauble, all blue-green and glittering.
[open to both sweet or sour~ more likely to be the corrupter.]
Shut up! What's that even supposed to mean, of course I'm not!
[And he snaps this, but doesn't stop with the embrace of her and has to shift a little to hide the fact that this is making him get turned on. Or well, "hide" - there's no way it could, completely]
[And he snaps this, but doesn't stop with the embrace of her and has to shift a little to hide the fact that this is making him get turned on. Or well, "hide" - there's no way it could, completely]
[He moves over to Zephyr and moves his hand up. Running his fingers through that beautiful blonde hair. It's nice and soft and he just loves to feel it... moving in and giving it a bit of a sniff. He smirks... and pulls on it hard. Pulling that head back so he'll look at Moses.]
Hello, sunshine. How're you?
[He smirked and moved closer. He didn't really have Zephyr tied up. His wrists were but nothing else happened to be. And he was still clothed. Because he had to just fix him slowly. Carefully. Make him learn what he was supposed to be. A good ol' fashioned whore.
All in due time.]
Ready for yer first lesson?
Hello, sunshine. How're you?
[He smirked and moved closer. He didn't really have Zephyr tied up. His wrists were but nothing else happened to be. And he was still clothed. Because he had to just fix him slowly. Carefully. Make him learn what he was supposed to be. A good ol' fashioned whore.
All in due time.]
Ready for yer first lesson?
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