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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- anathema device | n/a,
- anders | n/a,
- archangel gabriel | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- brandon heat | n/a,
- cecelia ardenbury | n/a,
- conner kent | superboy,
- darin altway | n/a,
- david alleyne | prodigy,
- david wayne loki | seeker of truth,
- donna troy | wonder girl,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- guzma | big bad guzma,
- harry dresden | the magician,
- jane porter | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- knock out | n/a,
- kurt | the reptilian,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- leia organa | huttslayer,
- lucifer morningstar | the devil,
- lucina | n/a,
- martin darkov | darkov,
- nathan summers | cable,
- quentin beck | mysterio,
- roland crane | n/a,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- stephen strange | doctor strange,
- tenno | zephyr,
- tina belcher | n/a,
- xellos metallium | a secret,
- † anthony crowley | n/a,
- † bruce wayne | batman,
- † lance | champion,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- †: adam young | n/a
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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
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But even he could appreciate the relaxing and refreshing feel of a hot shower after everything. Especially after the cold trek it took to get back. At least it helps him think a little more clearly, and gives him a little more time to sober up...even if he's not entirely. His buzzed mind doesn't let his thoughts linger too long on one thing or the other, jumping around a bit, but always landing back on Lucina. How grateful he is to be back with her—both of them relatively unharmed beyond scrapes and bruises from those fights.
Both alive.
Once he's finally done, he emerges from the bathroom in...nothing but a towel around his waist. Look, his clothes are a damn mess, and it'd be pointless to put the gore and sweat-slicked clothes back on when he just got clean. His hair is a wet flippy mess, more in his face than not, and what attempts he might have taken to drying it only did so much.]
All yours.
[He says as he gestures towards the bathroom, but he stops in his place as he looks her over, and takes in the sight of her out of her armor. She's really something else in it and out of it, and it's a bit of an incredible transformation. He likes both, definitely, but after both of them having to be so on guard non-stop, it's nice to see her like this.]
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[she stops, doing a bit of a double-take as she actually looks at Guzma as opposed to just a passing glance. rather, the state of him. state of undress of him. him. uh--
without her permission, her face and neck go red as a tingle shoots up her spine. it really is a novel thing to her -- not really to be attracted to someone, not really, but...to this degree? and with this state of dress.
undress.
gods.
she shakes her head to snap herself out of it and, clearing her throat, hastens past him and closes the bedroom door behind her, needing a minute to stand there and get a hold of herself. heart hammering out of nowhere! where is this adrenaline coming from? after all that endless strife, shouldn't she just be exhausted instead of...of all hot and bothered?
dammit, she can't even really zone out in that glorious, hot water for too long before her thoughts begin to drift to him, leaving her quite shaken up. yet, alongside that... 'the first day of the rest of our lives,' was it? to find happiness?
and he'd said, even though he had his heart set on someone else where he's from...he wants to stay with her. he could spend the next whole damn month with her! as he'd screamed...out loud...like a crazy person.]
Umh...So I, I took the liberty of collecting your clothes, [she says, reappearing in the doorway, pajama-clad and hesitant.] I've put them in the washing machine with the others. That way you don't have to...
[walk around my living quarters in just a towel!!!]
Put on that filth later.
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A good fluff to the ego, anyway. While she's showering and suffering over her thoughts, he's made himself comfortable on her couch. There's no modesty for him, not with how he still kinda...manspreads with that towel on, but at least he's drank one of the glasses of water by the time she returns.
He had...kinda just left his clothes in a sloppy and smelly pile, huh? Oops...but he guesses that works. While he's never been one shy about showing any skin, he can imagine why she might not be so casual about it.
Doesn't stop him from smirking and shrugging.]
Eh, I imagine you're gonna see it all eventually, anyway.
[That implication is very purposeful.]
But thanks. Feel any better?
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well.
he's--
he didn't have to put it so bluntly, did he?! as if he was directly remarking on her unseemly thoughts like that... he really has no sense of propriety, does he?!
with a soft huff:] Yes. Yes, much better...
[she draws a bit closer to the couch, rubbing at the back of her neck in a self-conscious, uncertain fashion that really doesn't sit with her well. she doesn't like coming off so out of her element, but...when she is out of her element, what can be done? she's a dreadful actress! and if it were so bad that she's...herself, why would he bother putting up with her for so long? and make...promises the way he does?
gods, this is frustrating.]
Y-you know. I... [...] I know we've been through...a lot in such...a short span of time. But. That just...makes me think that... [she brings a hand to her face, fairly certain she must be steaming at the ears.] I mean...!
[HUFF!!! SHE HATES BEING THIS DUMB.]
Forget it! Are you tired? I won't keep you!
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With how flustered she is, he'd assume yes, but maybe that's just his state of undress. Casually, he runs a hand through his damp and messy hair, smoothing it back out of his face (useless, considering the moment he removes his hand, it flops back into his face) as he eyes her.]
I ain't tired, so go on. I'm sure we've both been through worse than whatever it is you're tryin' to say to me.
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[gods dammit. of course this isn't like the world is at stake, but even so! her heart hurts as she trips all over this. she's the sort of person to follow her instincts, but...where's the instinct for this?!
rather than take her free pass out to retreat, Lucina remains rooted in place. she peeks out between her fingers to glance his way sidelong, her stomach a knotted mess.]
Everything that's...already come and gone...
[her fingers curl into a fist, withdrawing from her jaw so she can hug her arms to herself.]
And regardless of what I could and couldn't see ahead of me...you stood up and...took a place beside me. And in the parts where you weren't there...I wanted you there.
So when I do go lay down...I'll want you there.
[what was that about lacking instinct? somehow, even in the bleakest of situations, Lucina's heart finds a way to convey itself with some clarity. there's more flickerings of that when she looks back up and fixes her eyes on him, her expression strained.]
I-I want you there. Guzma.
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He visibly perks towards the end of that, realizing with a downward pulse, that he had not indeed been wrong with where his mind had wandered, and perhaps it's almost too quickly he stands (nearly losing his towel when doing so).]
Your boy wants to be there, yo!
[He nearly verbally stumbles over himself in responding. At least he's eager? His heart is thumping excitedly in his chest, and he can't help where his mind goes as he stares down at her.]
Like I said, I ain't tired, but I ain't got no issue goin' to bed with ya.
[Obviously in more ways than one...]
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she lets out a shaky breath, her head bobbing a bit of a nod before she can muster the gumption to lift her head back up. she rolls up on her toes, reaching to carefully cup his jaw in her hands to pull him down to her make a better point with a kiss, rather than words.
i may not know where i'm going, the tremor in her lips conveys, but i want to be there with you.]
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Both of which Guzma curses in his mind, but if this is going exactly where he's been lead to believe it is, well...they won't be for long. As if to test the waters, during that kiss in which he's parted his mouth and darted his tongue out against her own lips to deepen it, he allows one of his hands to slide downwardly, and should he not find her discontent or a hand of her own stopping his, he'll be cupping and squeezing that cute ass of hers.
He's wanted to grab it for a while now, but it's one of the many thing he's had to keep under control for her sake. Something he was fine with, obviously, but it didn't change how great it feels to finally be allowed to do it.]
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letting herself get lost in those lovely, thrilling feelings that he seems to spark by simply being...it's not so terrible, now that the weight of a whole world has been eased off her shoulders.]
Guzma.
[her voice is barely there in her breath as their mouths part. her face flush, eyes half-lidded, enamored, she tries to catch glimpse of his eyes, too.
sure, her heart is hammering, and it's as much thrill as it is nervous energy, but she won't back away now.]
Tonight. Will you lead...? Just. [she smooths a bit of matted hair she'd laced her fingers into.] Don't get too far...ahead of me.
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Yeah, I'll lead. Ain't got no problem with that. Hold on—[as he says that, he lowers his second hand, ducking down a little himself to get a better hold on her before he lifts her up by her butt, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, and to hold on with those arms.
She wanted him to lead? Well, he'll do just that. Once she's properly clinging to him, and his hand placements are more secure, he'll be carrying her right into her bedroom. Kicking the door open with a little too much gusto, before laying her down onto her bed—himself over her. He catches her lips again in a kiss as his hands, no longer needed to support her, then rub the length of her thighs.]
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oh, hell. it's probably karma for what she did to his doors...
she holds her latest breath as she finds herself being settled down, her eyes fluttering closed as he returns to her with that kiss -- something familiar and comfortable at the threshold of all of this.
the press of him atop her is alarming in ways, makes her think of all the counters she'd have at her disposal were this a spar, but...that'd mean wanting him off. no-- there's a warmth he stokes in her is something she'd rather keep, and his hands only seem made to make it grow.
but...what does she do, besides succumb to the slightest of touches? is it stupid to ask? or does she simply...guess? he'd said before there wasn't anything she could do he'd despise, but that sounded more like puffery than actual useful insight.
gods, if there's protocol, he probably doesn't know it, considering him. it's why, even as she's letting out a shuddering, whimpering breath against his mouth, she glides her fingers up his shoulders to his neck, pleased for any of the reaction she can elicit in turn.
it's only fair!
...sort of.]
cw: this is gonna be going to pound town USA population: them
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back a moment to scan over her face--how she looks right now. Flustered, below him, wanting... It sets his brain on fire, and it takes about every damn bit of self control to not just whip that towel off of himself, and to rip those pants off of her. He doesn't though, he knows he shouldn't, and knows he wouldn't want that for her anyway, even if the urge is crushingly powerful and entirely too hot in his mind.
He does, however, lean down to kiss her neck, one hand stays firm on her thigh, while his other moves from her to slide up and under her shirt. Feeling and appreciating the definition and groove of muscles under her soft skin. Trailing up over her ribs, till he's cupping her breast. He breathes out a shuddered breath against her skin, that fluttered jolt of excitement making him grind his hips forward against her.
Oops, so much for not doing that. Also, so much for that towel, because with all that movement, it's not exactly staying wrapped around his waist.
Guzma doesn't mind.]
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all but lost when his hand glides up to her breast -- that familiar feeling elicits a soft gasp and a little moan of her own. she swallows against the feeling of his mouth against her neck, enamored by the warmth and pleasing tingle so much attention is being given her all over --
oh.
and, and that--she utters a little surprised sound at the press of his hips and...well. she's not utterly lost. but she may as well be, for how overwhelming that rush of urgent wanting comes on as she feels him roll against her. she squirms against him in the midst of that rush, her fingers digging in maybe a bit too much without realizing as she does so.]
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After another roll of his hips comes with a groan against her skin as he feels her fingers dig in--he doesn't hate it. Nah, if anything, he likes the roughness, the bite of her nails against him. Which says nothing of how good it feels to rub his erection against her too. Naturally, his mind wanders a few steps ahead, about how it'll feel in her, but that'll come (heh) in due time.
With what scraps of his mind remains, he pulls his mouth away from her neck, and attempts to draw back enough to see her face more clearly. His hand that's remained on her thigh withdraws to help keep him supported as he looms over her, his gaze heavy with that same wanting that he's instilled in her.]
You said you ain't done this before, right?
[It's a pretty point blank way of asking, but he's not one to beat around the bush, even in these scenarios. There's no smugness to his voice, just obvious heat to the inquiry. A check, in a sense, to figure out where he might take this next.]
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[maybe she ought to feel complimented by him asking? but really, she’s got a lot more to focus on, and even more to get lost in.
when he’d lifted up from her, her eyes fluttered back open, her arms slacking so her hands can slide and settle on his shoulders. now, she has to bite her lip briefly to stifle the heaviness of her breath, as if being too reactionary would be foolish or wrong.
it’s hard, though. when he’d rocked up against her like that...that chill, that rush was remarkable.]
Never, but...but I still...want to...
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[Which he means is left unclear, but he means both. He gets it, she was busy with her own world's apocalypse, and whatever else was expected of her being a princess. It's modern times in his world, but even Alola had royalty before--hell, Acerola is descended from the Alolan royal family! Anyway, point is that he gets princess are expected to act a certain kind of way, and shacking it up with random dudes ain't part of that.
If anything, the thought kinda pangs ruefully in his chest. The life she's been handed is a shit one--not unlike him--but he'd acquiesce that maybe she's had it harder. Even if she had a place in her society, probably someone with the most place than almost anyone else...but it's not so simple, and he knows that.]
Well, then I should get you ready, huh?
[He says that with a knowing and sly smirk, giving her tit a playful grope, pinching softly at her nipple right as he withdraws his hand from her shirt. He draws back from her grasp on his shoulders so he can rest on his legs, kneeling between her legs...which gives her kind of a full view of him.
Needless to say, preparing her is the least he can do because he's...he's proportionate, lets just say that. With a lustful gaze, his eyes scan over her--her fluster, how she's disheveled, legs spread... He feels a sh of heat and a noteable throb in his dick, and he has to tense himself to keep himself from just going at it.
Lead, but don't leave her behind. Right. Pacing. He's gotta do this right.]
A'ight, I don't think I will, but if I do somethin' you ain't feelin' just say, yeah?
[That's one part ego, and one part consideration, but he sounds a little smugly confident. He then goes to scoot back off the bed, to kneel on the ground before it instead. His hands going to her thighs again, rubbing on their inner parts, his thumbs pressing in firm circles as he looks up at her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching her expression--and then he hooks his hands on her hips and pulls her down closer to him. Closer to his face, specifically.
Figuring he might as well get her started before he fully exposes her, he leans in and presses his mouth against the crotch of her pants, pressing firm with his tongue through the fabric. Not really caring for the taste of the fabric, but it's a small draw back he can ignore for this. Besides, it serves to rile him further, sending a rush of electric-like heat through him, tingling his nerves and making him throb with need even more.]
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..oh, yeah. and there's part of her that's a bit unnerved by her very first dick, live and in color. there's a lot of things going on, isn't there?
she makes a soft, affirmative sound as she chews on her lip a little harder. he'd stopped before, back when his touch had strayed farther than she was ready for, so she can trust him still. even when she isn't...really sure where he's going? why is he--
oh.
o-oh.]
What-- Oh...!
[now scooted closer to the edge, her legs dangle off the sides, and Lucina sits propped up partly on her elbows, about to question what's next, the jolt of fresh arousal has her suck in her breath sharply and hold it as he makes those first, introductory presses.
she's already wet for him to a degree: that work had started while her mind had wandered in the shower, absently pining to be held as she'd been the night before their fight in Jeopardy. this fresh coaxing makes her quiver, sending goosebumps down her legs; the muscles that he rubs at tense and strain in the intervals of trying to chase the sensation he's stirring up.
without thinking, Lucina's hips lift at his whims when he decides to slide her pants off, and she sinks back, one of her hands going to her face, her fingers getting snarled in some of her hair as she flushes anew.]
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He'd also be pretty pleased to know his is her first dick beyond merely the sexual part. That he's so much of her firsts, it's a flattering and ego-stroking sort of feeling. A pride of sorts, that he'd won her over, and that she'd trust him like this. A testament to their bond, he muses.
One that continues to be proven as her surprise at what he's doing doesn't make her recoil, or stop him. No, she's clearly into it. This is made especially clear with how when he draws his mouth back, and his hands move to slip her pants down, he doesn't so much have to request for her to raise her hips, before she's doing it herself.
It speaks much of her eagerness, the way she sinks into the mattress, how she grasps at her hair, and covers her face with the other. So flustered, yet clearly wanting. So too does, the uh...]
Well. If I had doubts about how into this you were, I'd say they been snuffed out, huh?
[His comment doesn't go unaccompanied. As if to make his point clear, he draws his hand to that slickness between her thighs, gently rubbing his thumb along the slit there as he meets her gaze. Keeping their eyes locked, he brings that thumb to his mouth, sucking off what dampness it had acquired with that smirk of his.
The taste of her sending a thrill through him, urging him to press forward once again. With his hand resting just above on her pubic mound, he presses her folds apart with his thumb and fore fingers. Placing his mouth on her once more, without a barrier this time, he darts his tongue forward. It slips between her labia as he explores her properly, keeping his eyes on her.]
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[that's...not what she had intended to retort with, but before she could gather her scattered thoughts and figure out what he'd meant by that, he'd already set to work and her chance was utterly lost. she tenses up again as she braces against the feeling of his thumb against her, her lips curling back as she bites back a louder exclamation.
she cracks an eye open as the feeling passes, and she shudders to see him still so intensely fixed on her, even as he--
her lips purse tight as her eyebrow twitches. is that...healthy? it might be stupid to ask in the midst of things. maybe she should've...read a book about these sorts of things, or...
oh, gods...!
as he goes back down to work, she shudders, her pinkie curling against the corner of her mouth until she can't help but bite it. she wants so much to squirm, to squeeze her legs together...maybe not to bar him, but because there's a rising feeling in her that she's having a harder time keeping at bay. she squeezes her eyes shut, letting out her breath in a heavy huff.
before she realizes it, her legs have tensed up again, and already they start to press against the sides of his face. she can't help it -- it just...feels really good, and something about it makes her strain for more!]
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As it is, it's pretty clear he's doing a good job of that! After meeting that peek of hers with his studious gaze, watching as she gives into the ministrations of his mouth, he lets his eyes slip closed as he focuses more on his task. His tongue working around the sensitive area with purposeful licks. He services her without too much focus, seeing as he wants to really work her up, make her like putty in his, well...mouth.
As he continues, his own arousal pulses and throbs, and he can't help the hot puff of air that escapes his lips every so often. He could stroke himself, but he doesn't, chooses not to—he much rather focus on her. Much rather not distract himself! When he moves on to focus on her clip, his lips capturing it as his tongue presses hotly against it...he notices just how tight her legs are getting around his head.
At first it's fine, he takes it as another stroke to his ego. A confirmation that he's goddamn good at this—but then it seems to be getting a little unbearably tight, and he finds it a little hard to breathe. And while there might be worse deaths than getting either smothered by your girlfriend's vagina, or getting your neck snapped because you're that damn good at eating her out, he kinda wants to not die? Even if this is kinda really damn hot.
But she's so damn strong! And while his eyes have snapped open to look at her, it doesn't look like she's really noticing what she's doing, and talking with your mouth full is a whole lot easier when it's food and not pussy—so in an effort to get her attention, he taps her leg with his free hand and muffles a noise against her, which probably just helps with those sensations, adding a little bit of vibration from his efforts.]
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as she drags her hand down to her neck, pressing against the ghost of the kisses he'd left there, she exhales and dares to peek over and--]
Wh-! O-oh, oh no! Oh, gods--!!
[horrified, she spreads her legs to free him, absolutely mortified, already inching away.]
Are you okay?! I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize I was--!
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It's stupid, but he's almost more excited at the rise in her than worried about his situation. Even despite how it takes her a bit to come down from it and realize what's going on—and upon his release, he only pulls back a little to give himself room to breathe. He's panting a little, gulping down air as she inches back, but he nods, holding up one finger to signal her to give him a second.
And then he laughs—with a jolt of pain in his neck that staggers it for a moment with a wince, but again he tries to ignore it as he smiles at her. Far from mad, or even worried about himself, just endlessly amused at the fact she nearly popped his head off of his shoulders.]
It's chill—[he gulps down another breath, his face red from more than just arousal.] You—you were just gettin' real into it... M'fine now, lets keep goin'.
[Well, he's nothing if not resilient...]
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by the time he's caught his breath, she's scooched back on the bed, legs drawn to herself and closed tight. there's a little frustration in her groin in being denied that near-peak, but she's just going to have to deal with it!]
"Chill?" I...I could've really hurt you. I don't want that...!
[but she also doesn't...want to stop, either? she brings her hand to her forehead, brow pinched with frustration.]
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Tch, don't worry about it. A little pain ain't ever bothered me. I care more about the fact you were really gettin' into it.
[He shrugs, and immediately regrets it, but he's getting better at catching those winces. He doesn't need her worrying about this any more than she is already!]
I gotta admit, that was kinda hot.
[Her getting into it? Or...her nearly killing him because of it? Both? It's Guzma, who fucking knows.]
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