Very. [Confidently.]
I'm old. You learn things. I like to use my teeth, taste you properly. [The coolness of his tone is doing a decent job of disguising the fact that he's hard and doing nothing about it yet.]
I want you to use your fingers to rub some nice, slow circles on your clit now.
I'm old. You learn things. I like to use my teeth, taste you properly. [The coolness of his tone is doing a decent job of disguising the fact that he's hard and doing nothing about it yet.]
I want you to use your fingers to rub some nice, slow circles on your clit now.
[Her jaw clenches at the request that sounds like an order to her ears, zinging a feeling of pleasure up her spine.]
What would you be doing with your hands while you tasted me? [Her voice takes on a slightly gruffer tone as she does just as he asks, the sound of her belt being undone faint in the audio before her metal hand slides into her pants. Index and ring fingers slide low first into the dampness of her cunt before starting a slow grind against her clit. The moan she lets out is obvious even under her clenched teeth.] Mine would be curled into fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to stay just where it is.
What would you be doing with your hands while you tasted me? [Her voice takes on a slightly gruffer tone as she does just as he asks, the sound of her belt being undone faint in the audio before her metal hand slides into her pants. Index and ring fingers slide low first into the dampness of her cunt before starting a slow grind against her clit. The moan she lets out is obvious even under her clenched teeth.] Mine would be curled into fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to stay just where it is.
[Cable finds he truly enjoys the way that Nebula is receptive and compliant but still forward and demanding. As she should be. He finds his interest in her growing, but that's further back in his mind while she has her hand down her pants for him.]
Squeezing your thighs, running my fingers over them, exploring them. [He sounds faintly amused at the aggression coming out of her, but he's enjoying it.]
Move your fingers faster, princess.
Squeezing your thighs, running my fingers over them, exploring them. [He sounds faintly amused at the aggression coming out of her, but he's enjoying it.]
Move your fingers faster, princess.
[The noise she makes at being called 'princess' is a half-gasp as her fingers do exactly what she tells her to, her circles increasing in speed and pressure, but there's also a scoff in there too. She's a lot of things, but a princess she is not. It's an absurd nickname, and she might say as much with anyone else... and yet, she can't deny how the affection behind it has her ready to do anything he asks of her.]
The m-metal parts... would be hard to squeeze. [She points out, breathy, her inexperience with this kind of thing is showing, but she wants to do it right.] My ass is soft though.
The m-metal parts... would be hard to squeeze. [She points out, breathy, her inexperience with this kind of thing is showing, but she wants to do it right.] My ass is soft though.
I have a metal arm, Nebula. [There's nothing I can't squeeze.]
Does that make it easier to imagine me touching you? Letting me slide my metal hand up your front and palming your breast?
[He follows that with another low chuckle.]
You do have a nice little ass.
Does that make it easier to imagine me touching you? Letting me slide my metal hand up your front and palming your breast?
[He follows that with another low chuckle.]
You do have a nice little ass.
What if my metal is stronger? [Even horny, she can't help but offer that challenge that she's better. But there is amusement in her tone, at least.] It is easier to imagine you touching me, when I am touching myself. I've never been with anyone like me.
[Her own metal fingers continue to rub her clit, but a few digits start sliding to plunge into her pussy.]
Is there anywhere you'd like me to touch you? Or taste?
[Her own metal fingers continue to rub her clit, but a few digits start sliding to plunge into her pussy.]
Is there anywhere you'd like me to touch you? Or taste?
[Guess what, it's Sunday afternoon.]
ding ding
ding ding
[Right. This guy.]
Are you at my door?
You could have just knocked.
Are you at my door?
You could have just knocked.
Never been with anyone like you either. [He says quickly, then adds:]
You're a little diamond in the rough, aren't you? Be lucky to spend a night with you. [Again, there's deep praise in his tone.]
I'd like you to think about me bending you over and sliding my cock into that tight pussy of yours, now that it's nice and wet for me. [Cable's voice just gets that little bit more grizzled as he thinks about it.]
Then I want you to taste the fingers I put in your mouth while I fuck you. Suck on them.
You're a little diamond in the rough, aren't you? Be lucky to spend a night with you. [Again, there's deep praise in his tone.]
I'd like you to think about me bending you over and sliding my cock into that tight pussy of yours, now that it's nice and wet for me. [Cable's voice just gets that little bit more grizzled as he thinks about it.]
Then I want you to taste the fingers I put in your mouth while I fuck you. Suck on them.
[She wants to believe he means that. That he'd feel lucky and that she's in any way special beyond the horrors done to her. But deep down she doesn't. So she's quiet at first. The praise hurts almost as much as she yearns for it...
And then he's talking about fucking her and any thought about her self-loathing disappears because her brain is having no part in this right now after that. Her breath catches.] I'd like you to fuck me. Very much. I bet you could do it right too... hard, like I like it.
[And she might even let him lead like he is now. Usually she'd be the ones giving orders. Her finger slides around her cunt one more time before she brings it to her mouth, trying to be loud enough that he'll her tongue licking them.] Are you touching yourself yet?
And then he's talking about fucking her and any thought about her self-loathing disappears because her brain is having no part in this right now after that. Her breath catches.] I'd like you to fuck me. Very much. I bet you could do it right too... hard, like I like it.
[And she might even let him lead like he is now. Usually she'd be the ones giving orders. Her finger slides around her cunt one more time before she brings it to her mouth, trying to be loud enough that he'll her tongue licking them.] Are you touching yourself yet?
Sure, kiss you gentle. Fuck you rough. Grab you by the hips and pull you on and off my cock. [Almost idly, then his voice lowers again to punctuate the thoughts of particular interest:]
Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
[Nebula opens the door, black eyes fixing on the man waiting behind them. Why she'd agreed to this is likely a moment of temporary stupidity. But he seems harmless enough. She moves aside from the door to let him in.]
Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]
Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]
O-Okay. [It's probably clear from the uncertainty in her voice, despite her clear excitement, that she doesn't often do things like this. Nebula lets out a gasp as she plunges her metal fingers back deep into her cunt, pumping them with increasing speed-- so much that it's getting hard to keep up with the words and what she'd do to him in return and what she'd like.
She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
You'll get my cock when I see you again.
[That's not a threat, that's a promise.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.
[That's not a threat, that's a promise.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.
[Jamie tries not to gawk at Nebula, but she is interesting to look at. He's never seen anyone like her and he's immediately drawn in.]
Woah-- your eyes are incredible. They're like-- space.
[It wouldn't be unlike him to lay it on, but it's genuine. At her question, though, he's going to try and squirm into her home.]
Inside, inside, inside please.
Woah-- your eyes are incredible. They're like-- space.
[It wouldn't be unlike him to lay it on, but it's genuine. At her question, though, he's going to try and squirm into her home.]
Inside, inside, inside please.
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Name: Leonard McCoy
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Age: About 40
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Name: Leonard McCoy
Address: Sunnybrook
Age: About 40
What are your hobbies and interests? Being a doctor. Researching the scientific explanations for "magic." Helping people. He's so boring |D
What is your favorite color? Blue
Do you drink alcohol? Probably too much.
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[ eddie drops nebula's gifts off on christmas eve afternoon, giving a sharp rap to her door before scurrying off. maybe she'll answer quickly and see him! he's fine with that. ]
To: Nebula
In the box there's a handheld game preloaded with "69+ games!" ( vintage classics, many with sex-themed changes ) and a set of different sided throwing stars. There's also a tall red bag ( meant for a bottle of wine, probably ) beside the box with a bottle of Duplicity-branded Everclear-style liquor, 190 proof.
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope it's great. :)
[ click the present to open! ]
To: Nebula
In the box there's a handheld game preloaded with "69+ games!" ( vintage classics, many with sex-themed changes ) and a set of different sided throwing stars. There's also a tall red bag ( meant for a bottle of wine, probably ) beside the box with a bottle of Duplicity-branded Everclear-style liquor, 190 proof.
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope it's great. :)
—Cheers, Eddie Munson
Your Secret Santa"
Your Secret Santa"
[ click the present to open! ]
[The afternoon of the day after their network conversation, Nebula will receive a parcel wrapped around an old, but otherwise carefully-handled copy of a book entitled The Mask of Dimitrios. A short penned-out note is included with it, which reads:]
Please enjoy at your leisure. I'll be looking forward to hearing what you think.
- C. Saville
[It's not like the book they chatted about on the network, but he chose it with her newness to the genre in mind. The story, written from the perspective of a man new to the world of espionage, but filled with tension, mystery, and danger, felt like an ideal starting point.]
[ooc: Little plot blurb!]
Please enjoy at your leisure. I'll be looking forward to hearing what you think.
- C. Saville
[It's not like the book they chatted about on the network, but he chose it with her newness to the genre in mind. The story, written from the perspective of a man new to the world of espionage, but filled with tension, mystery, and danger, felt like an ideal starting point.]
[ooc: Little plot blurb!]
[There's much about the details in the book that Nebula knows little about. Europe in the 1930s is a bit hard to fully comprehend for an alien from space who barely understood even modern Earth outside of music, Kevin Bacon references, and the little she'd gleaned from the Avengers. But other parts she understands all too well. Corruption. Assassinations. Not knowing who to trust.
It's only a few days before the book is returned, wrapped carefully back up in the same parcel that it was sent.
She's included a note back:]
I did enjoy this book. Although, I am not sure that I am satisfied with the ending. Latimer simply went back to his life as a writer after seeing everything he saw, and witnessing the death of Peters and Dimitrios? He's naive and should have known what he was getting into.
I do not like him. Am I meant to?
-Nebula
It's only a few days before the book is returned, wrapped carefully back up in the same parcel that it was sent.
She's included a note back:]
I did enjoy this book. Although, I am not sure that I am satisfied with the ending. Latimer simply went back to his life as a writer after seeing everything he saw, and witnessing the death of Peters and Dimitrios? He's naive and should have known what he was getting into.
I do not like him. Am I meant to?
-Nebula
I remember you, D'Artagnan and my time here.
This place seems as infuriating as ever.
This place seems as infuriating as ever.
I see.
And is it available now?
[She sees no reason to wait.]
And is it available now?
[She sees no reason to wait.]
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