【the ❝NSFW CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♛ refer to the list for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
((OOC: continued from here; cw for underage sex.))
[Even if he knows that this is what's supposed to happen, and even if he's more than happy to do it, he's not sure her reaction is entirely what he'd expected. It doesn't look very comfortable at all, and the noises she makes still turn him on, but the awkwardness is starting to overwhelm them. He said she should say if it's no good, but can he really trust her to do so? At the same time, if he asks her if it's really okay like this, he's going to look absurdly insecure, isn't he?
He's just trying to figure out the right thing to do when she tightens around him, and he lets out a sharp breath.]
Lady Yuri...!
[They're saying names now, it seems, so he goes along with that without a second thought. It's not as if he has anything more intelligent to say at the moment, anyway, and her name is kind of nice to say, even if he insists on adding a polite form of address just because that is what you do.
Kissing is a great plan, and he kisses back immediately, enjoying the kiss and somehow comforted by it as well. It's nice, and it's something he's more or less used to by now; it's a pleasant distraction from the way his mind seems intent on getting sidetracked by worries and overthinking.
Tilting his head to better accommodate the kiss, he shifts a little - and, as a result, moves inside of her. It's enough to make his entire body pound, and he kisses her a little harder in response, as if that will somehow get control over his own body back.]
They said they would try this some day. He can't remember when they had had that discussion, or if it had been a discussion at all or just one of many promises uttered in lust. All Neji was aware of was that he'd spent the better part of the late winter afternoon recalling the event as being real, and not just some fever fantasy.
It spoke volumes to how boring being a divine tool was, when gods were out talking restoration and rules instead of fighting what they should. (Not that there had ever been much hunting and fighting, most especially not after the Last Time.)
It spoke volumes to how out of his depth he was feeling if he'd spent an afternoon mulling over the execution of a good fuck. More than that, really, and the idea crossing his thoughts again sets off an unexpected unease.
It's thrilling enough for now and Neji lets it settle, lets it be.
He wonders over tone- what would be too much, what might be good for... it. Over commands. Which bedroom or surface they'll end up on.
He's dressed for her, a blush crawling hotly up his cheeks all the while. There's satisfaction in knowing Yuri will never know it's happened. Not the first time Neji Hyuuga dons strict dress, not the first time it's a modern, semi-tailored suit either.
He still feels giddy.
Waiting for the temple's door to open, rickety thing that it is, Neji waits on top the stairs. The perfect picture of composure, of austerity (well- a tad more so than any other day, he'd like to think). His blush is long forgotten when Yuri does enter their home.
Yuriiii
[Even if he knows that this is what's supposed to happen, and even if he's more than happy to do it, he's not sure her reaction is entirely what he'd expected. It doesn't look very comfortable at all, and the noises she makes still turn him on, but the awkwardness is starting to overwhelm them. He said she should say if it's no good, but can he really trust her to do so? At the same time, if he asks her if it's really okay like this, he's going to look absurdly insecure, isn't he?
He's just trying to figure out the right thing to do when she tightens around him, and he lets out a sharp breath.]
Lady Yuri...!
[They're saying names now, it seems, so he goes along with that without a second thought. It's not as if he has anything more intelligent to say at the moment, anyway, and her name is kind of nice to say, even if he insists on adding a polite form of address just because that is what you do.
Kissing is a great plan, and he kisses back immediately, enjoying the kiss and somehow comforted by it as well. It's nice, and it's something he's more or less used to by now; it's a pleasant distraction from the way his mind seems intent on getting sidetracked by worries and overthinking.
Tilting his head to better accommodate the kiss, he shifts a little - and, as a result, moves inside of her. It's enough to make his entire body pound, and he kisses her a little harder in response, as if that will somehow get control over his own body back.]
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I can't let go of this gd verse so here we go
It spoke volumes to how boring being a divine tool was, when gods were out talking restoration and rules instead of fighting what they should. (Not that there had ever been much hunting and fighting, most especially not after the Last Time.)
It spoke volumes to how out of his depth he was feeling if he'd spent an afternoon mulling over the execution of a good fuck. More than that, really, and the idea crossing his thoughts again sets off an unexpected unease.
It's thrilling enough for now and Neji lets it settle, lets it be.
He wonders over tone- what would be too much, what might be good for... it. Over commands. Which bedroom or surface they'll end up on.
He's dressed for her, a blush crawling hotly up his cheeks all the while. There's satisfaction in knowing Yuri will never know it's happened. Not the first time Neji Hyuuga dons strict dress, not the first time it's a modern, semi-tailored suit either.
He still feels giddy.
Waiting for the temple's door to open, rickety thing that it is, Neji waits on top the stairs. The perfect picture of composure, of austerity (well- a tad more so than any other day, he'd like to think). His blush is long forgotten when Yuri does enter their home.
He waits for her to realize she's his.
GOOD