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[ashehole]

Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

Comments

[kissmyaxe]

The danger of his teeth so close to her throat only pushes her higher, even though there's a part of her that knows she's not in any danger. She trusts him. "You're such a creep." She's not exactly in a position to judge right now though - not that she would anyway. She knows why he is the way he is.

He moves his knee deliberately, and that grin should be a turn off, but it's not. She can feel that possessiveness. She's not supposed to want it that feeling, but when it comes to him, she does. Her fingers in his hair clench harder; Johanna grinds down against him, closer and closer to tipping over the edge. "Quit being a fucking tease."

[insecrets]

He bites down, tasting her skin and the make up and the sweat just beneath of that thin layer of Capitol perfect. You're such a creep. He knows, and he should feel bad. There should be a layer of guilt swimming in his gut, but all he can think about is the way she feels beneath of him - hard where Annie's soft, fighting where Annie doesn't - and the sounds she makes and the fact that he'll be killing again.

Finnick's hard, throbbing.

His hands move down her body again, and he removes his knee mid-grind, a laugh in the back of his throat because he knows she's not going to like that as much. But his fingers are hooking into her underwear and tugging them off. He doesn't even bother to take a look, his fingers sliding up her slit as he buries his face in her neck as he moans.

She's soaked.