Monthly Archives: February 2013

Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…

archangelswag:

Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.

“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and murmurs, “Fucking hell”, biting his lip. His hands fly to the bulge in his pants, but he knows it won’t help at all. “Please…someone…” he almost yells.

OOC: P.S. If you have ever wanted smut followed by awkwardness between your muse and Gabriel, now is your chance. 

A bolt of emotion, half-pain half-desire, spikes through Summer’s head. It takes her a minute just to suppress it enough to track back to the source — which turns out to be equally surprising. Gabriel. How had she bonded to Gabriel?

She’s already skybourne, so she just aims for him, worried and confused. It’s Tony’s signature landing she uses, one hand to the ground to brace herself, before she looks up. “Gabriel?!”“

Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

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iamthefirechild:

“What do you think you’ll work on next?” Summer tried to picture what ‘special’ and ‘unique’ might mean to Tony, given that his suit tended toward gold and red. Not that she’d any room to talk, but her red and gold was, at least in her mind, related to her abilities. His was apparently just his total inability to be subtle.

Oh, well, they made a lovely matched set.

“No idea,” he answered cheerfully.  “I like to keep my options open like that.”  A bit more seriously, he added, “I’ll probably get back to Jarvis’s holographic avatar.  That kinda got moved to the back burner for a while.  And updating the suit and the reactor is a constant, never ending process.  The wings have been a nice distraction, though.”  And they would not be red or gold.  That would be weird.  Wren’s costume didn’t involve either color.

“I’ve been thinking I’d like to do some work on my car,” Summer commented. “Maybe you could help me with that?”

kidtonysnark:

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Tony tilted his head back against the couch taking in the sensation of Summer’s nail trailing over his torso. A grin quickly found it’s way to his face as she started kissing his chest. “I know I’m amazing,” he teased. “It’s kind of my thing.” He laughed stringing his fingers though her hair.

“Behave,” she murmured against his skin, kissing up to his throat. She nipped at his collarbone, wondering what it might take to break his control. Wondering if that was what she really wanted. His hands in her hair felt really nice, though. Laying her cheek against his chest, she pulled the tie off the end of her braid, working fingers through the end of it to spread it out.

Tony placed his hand on Summer’s cheek and kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he smiled passing his fingers through it gently. “You’re soft. You’re like a super attractive teddy bear.” He pulled her in tight. 

“Careful there, Tony. My hair is my one pride. You’ll inflate my ego.” Squirming upwards, Summer hummed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Or worse,” she whispered. “Keep playing with my hair, and I don’t know /what/ might happen.”

“I do like a girl with an ego as big as mine.” Tony grinned as he continued to play with her hair. “Maybe you should tell me what these ‘worse’ things are so I know if I want to continue or not.” 

“You did say you might like it if I took control,” she laughed. She squirmed a little, starting to feel overheated. “Does that count as worse?” She pushed her shoes off, and socks, climbing over into his lap. “You’re turning me on,” she whispered into his ear.

Valentine’s Day

iamvictor-roth:

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“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.

Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”

She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.

Victor began kissing her throat, ”Je le veux lécher le crème de ta framboise et veux te baiser dur et te fais jouis.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, his tongue flicking out occasionally. A growl spilled out from his throat and one of his hands framed the right side of her neck.

“I could wish I spoke French, but then I might be scandalised by your language.” The flowing syllables drowned her in rhythm. One hand crept up to clasp his wrist at her throat, not to prevent but to caress. “Ah, Victor,” Summer moaned.

Valentine’s Day

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iamthefirechild:

Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.

“Did you understand that darling?” Victor’s smile was smug. “We have an hour love, but I do recall you saying you needed to do your hair.” He said, obviously enjoying her reaction.

“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.

Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”

She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.

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“Well in that case.” Tony smiled as he lifted off his shirt. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked placing a kiss on her lips. “Oh my god Summer! My eyes are up here! Stop staring at my breasts!” he teased, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Giggling, she smacked his arm. “Stop that, you idiot. You should be flattered if I stare at you.” Lightly she brushed her hand over his abdomen, tracing nonsense designs with one fingernail, before leaning down to trace kisses up his sternum. “You’re amazing.”

Tony tilted his head back against the couch taking in the sensation of Summer’s nail trailing over his torso. A grin quickly found it’s way to his face as she started kissing his chest. “I know I’m amazing,” he teased. “It’s kind of my thing.” He laughed stringing his fingers though her hair.

“Behave,” she murmured against his skin, kissing up to his throat. She nipped at his collarbone, wondering what it might take to break his control. Wondering if that was what she really wanted. His hands in her hair felt really nice, though. Laying her cheek against his chest, she pulled the tie off the end of her braid, working fingers through the end of it to spread it out.

Tony placed his hand on Summer’s cheek and kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he smiled passing his fingers through it gently. “You’re soft. You’re like a super attractive teddy bear.” He pulled her in tight. 

“Careful there, Tony. My hair is my one pride. You’ll inflate my ego.” Squirming upwards, Summer hummed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Or worse,” she whispered. “Keep playing with my hair, and I don’t know /what/ might happen.”

Valentine’s Day

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.

“Did you understand that darling?” Victor’s smile was smug. “We have an hour love, but I do recall you saying you needed to do your hair.” He said, obviously enjoying her reaction.

“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.

Valentine’s Day

iamvictor-roth:

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She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”

Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.

Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”

“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.

“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”

“Anythin’ involvin’ tha word ‘French’ an’ you would be worth watchin’ Summer.” His eyes danced with hers and he stood his ground.

“Oooh, flattery.” Summer winked. She slid her hands up his lapels, leaning into him hard. “What other things do you know of that involve the word ‘french’?”

Victor’s lips slowly curved into a smile and he leaned so that he could whisper in her ear. “Je t’aime et veux te lécher des hanches jus qu’aux pieds.” His voice was low and husky. When he pulled back his eyes danced with amusement. “Care for a translation love?”

Her eyes were almost black, the pupils were dilated so. A shiver raced the length of her spine, and she swallowed hard. “How much time did you say we have before we have to leave?” she managed.