Open RP Post

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so this is how it works... 1. Choose the character, put it in the subject line. 2. Type up your scenario or shoot a prompt. If you are out of ideas... → A scene from the Random Scenario Meme → A Picture Prompt → Other-Wordly Prompt Go with action, angst, romance, gen, whatever - take your pick. (I can do smut or other NSFW threads too but please ask first.) 3. Get ready, set, GO! NOTE: For Middle Earth characters, please go to my Middle-Earth Open Scenario Post!

[ OLD CHARACTER POSTS. Mike Chilton | Chuck ]

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[widows_kiss]

[ She's a lot more durable than he gives her credit for, but she doesn't comment on it. Mostly because it's just as distracting for her as she rides him, drawing out the sensations, the building pleasure, torturing herself with the deliberateness as much as she might be him. Because he feels wonderful and part of her just wants to lose herself in it, the heat, the friction, her muscles clenching tight about him as she sinks back down and sheathes him fully inside of her, a long low moan slipping breathlessly from between parted lips. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He has no doubt of that, but then again - he can also be a lot stronger than people would guess by just looking at him. Not right now, obviously, but there's a threshold, a line he's playing against right now, and even without crossing it he can still lose control in a myriad of ways.

But for now his thoughts are on her, his mind filled with the sounds she makes, his senses loaded with the scent and feel of her. When she lowers herself on him again, tightening as she does so, he can't stop himself from adding just the faintest roll of his hips, a sharp and clear moan crawling up his throat when he feels himself burying inside her as deep as he can. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ It has her moan stuttering into a breathless sound, utterly encouraging when his hips rock upwards to meet her movement. Because yes, that made it even better and she shudders atop him at the sensation, her rhythm faltering for the briefest of moments before she finds it again. Her fingers curl against his chest, nails lightly scratching against flesh - not enough to leave a mark, but its an edged caress all the same. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ The both of them lose their rhythm for that while, Bruce too gasping loudly as his body tenses, pleasure coiling before it surges through his muscles, leaving most his hairs standing on end. Before he can think too much on it, his hips falter and fall back on the mattress, then quickly he rolls them back up again, one of his hands moving to her side, fingers curling into skin and pushing her down at the same time he thrusts inside her. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She rises up with him, matching his rhythm, pushing them just a little further, a little faster. her skin is damp with perspiration as she gasps softly for air, caught up in the sensations, the pleasure of it, the feel of him moving beneath her, within her. it was perfect and yet she was still achingly craving more. All of it. All of him. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Every moment pleasure builds within him, yet it's not an altogether good thing. Mostly, yes, but he can also feel control slipping from him, and it's nearly palpable how scared he is of what might happen if he goes past a certain point. Yet his body works of its own accord for that moment, his hands on her waist and hip, barely needing to guide her down with each thrust but doing so anyway. Filling her up every time, burying himself in her warmth, wishing and wanting and hoping for nothing more than this pleasure and a release that won't escalate anywhere beyond that. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She can feel it in him, that growing tension and fear, and she doesn't slow her pace above him, controlling the rhythm once more, bringing him along with her. She does, however, reach down and cup her hands against his face, bending to brush her lips against his as she moves above him, hips rocking to change the angle, take him deeper still. ]

Look at me, Bruce. Just focus on me. We're alright. You're alright. [ She murmurs the words against his lips, her gaze holding his, steady and even and warm. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ She captures his attention entirely, both by contact and words alike. His own body keeps moving to meet hers, each rocking of her hips paired with a thrust of his own, and when she leans down and changes the angle, he gasps and moans again at the pleasure that gives him, one of his hands sliding around her side to rest on her back.

And her eyes on him, those words whispered softly against his lips, all too easily beckon him into forgetting the fear in favor of doing just what she asks, locking their gazes together. He doesn't seem quite so gone, and any haze in his eyes is from arousal, not a hint of green in sight. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She smiles against his lips, letting him see it in her eyes as she continues to ride him, pushing him further - both of them, to be honest, because she can feel her own need building as she moves. Her muscles clench and shudder around him as her own control is tested, pushing herself closer to that point, the same one she's pressing him towards, no hesitation or uncertainty in any of her movements as she keeps herself fully in his focus. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Pleasure is quick to build up within when he lets it, when he stops worrying and thinking too much on what could happen, when, for once, he's not focusing on keeping complete control. And he can feel her closer too, tighter around him every time she moves, each of his thrusts met with a more rushed motion from her. Through gasps and moans he has half a mind to help along and push her closer to that edge, one of his hands sliding down her front so his thumb finds the sensitive nub on top of her slit. It's not an ideal position, really, but he still manages to touch her, the pad of his finger rubbing against her in circles while his hips keep bucking, filling her up each time with a short breathless moan from him. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ His touch pushes her farther than she'd anticipated, an abrupt jolt of pleasure that has her own rhythm faltering as her fingers curl against him. She'd been far enough gone that this sends her speeding on ahead, shuddering as she clenches down around him, a low strained cry escaping her as she rides him, feeling her orgasm building, closer, her control shattered with the slide of clever fingers. ]

Oh, god.

[hyperkinesia]

[ The reaction encourages him further to continue, so he does, his thumb working her towards her climax quickly, his own already so fast approaching. When he opens his mouth, he only manages to parrot her one word, mingled with breathless gasps as he rolls his head back on the mattress. ]

God, I'm-- [ But that's all he manages, before all of it is swallowed by a loud cry, his whole body tensing and arching off the bed to meet hers. Each jerk of his hips sharp and quick but he doesn't stop even when he reaches orgasm, riding out through waves of heat that wash over him, white light blinding him, his mind blissfully void for the briefest of moments. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She's already there when he hits that point, muscles contracting, spasming around his length as she rides him through it, desperate and breathless, utterly silent in contrast to his cry, her nails leaving pale crescents in his skin.

In the aftermath, with both of them spent, she slumps over him with a breathless sound, half-laugh, half-moan, sounding utterly delighted and sated. She sinks down against his hips, dropping forward until her forehead rests against his chest and she can hear the way his heart pounds from here, but he's still him, he's still Bruce, and god that had been even more exhilarating than she'd anticipated.

She rolls her head until she can peer up at him, a sated smile curling its way across her lips as she meets his gaze, her scarlet curls damp and limp around her face. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Energy practically emanates from his body in waves, with each loud exhale that has his muscles giving in and releasing from all the pressure completely. His heart calms on its own, and Bruce can take that time, those brief moments to marvel at the lack of any tint of green that would mean danger when he blinks his eyes into focus.

Even before reaching full awareness, his hands thoughtlessly reach to touch whatever within his grasp, fingers caressing the warm skin of her back as he curls his arms around her sides, keeping her close. His own smile lazy and barely there when he tilts his head to look back at her, one of his hands moving up to brush those damp curls away from her face. ]

[widows_kiss]

Hi. [ She murmurs softly, a hint of a laugh in her voice as his fingers brush against her cheek. Her voice is hushed and playful and followed by a slight shift of movement, her body stretching out atop him so she can lean up and press a kiss to his chin, to the corner of his lips, her own still curved in a bright smile. ]

[hyperkinesia]

Hey. [ He smiles back at her lazily, his head tilting so that his lips meet hers, lingering for as long as he can in this position. When he drops his head back on the bed it's with a sigh, a little shaky at the end but entirely relaxed, his eyes still on her. ] I just want to say one thing.

[widows_kiss]

[ She crosses her arms atop his chest, letting her chin prop against the back of her hands as she watched him, a smile still playing around her lips as she remained comfortably right where she was. At his statement, she arched an eyebrow in inquiry. ]

Oh?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He tries to keep a serious expression in place, he really does. But the amusement is too great, and it shows both in his smile and his tone as he arches an eyebrow at her. ]

No dildo trophies. Please.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha just starts laughing, dropping her head down against his chest as she shakes for a moment, open and easy and thoroughly amused. When she looks up again, her green eyes are still dancing with mirth as she holds up her pinky between them with an impish grin. ]

What a spoilsport. Alright, I promise.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Her laughter is met with one of his own, unrestrained though spent as he too feels. Then he looks at her pinky for a long while until he realizes what she's doing, and he reaches up with a hand to hook his own around hers with another amused chuckle. ]

I thought only six year-olds did these.

[widows_kiss]

Shhh, it's a secret.

[ She informs him of this with an impish grin, curling her finger against his as the laughter lurks in her gaze. ]

Top secret spy stuff. We take them very seriously.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He nods at her slowly, though still with a smile, giving a small shake with their twined pinkies before letting go. ]

Alright, Agent Romanoff. I'll hold you to it.

[widows_kiss]

You do that. [ She agrees to it with a fond grin, then turns his hand until she can brush a light kiss against his knuckles, her gaze warm as she searches his face. ]

So. You alright up there, Doctor Banner?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He hums softly, his thumb brushing against her lips in return, tracing the warm lines of her features. Another lazy nod, he answers. ]

Alright up here. Very much.

[widows_kiss]

Good. [ She playfully flicks the tip of her tongue against his fingertip when he traces her lips, still feeling a little teasing along with the warm rush of sated satisfaction. ]