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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. THE TEMPLES
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.
All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”
He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.
That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
The kind of jams that last all night.
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Your character will revert to their true age if they were affected by the carousel last month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Have fun!
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Notes:
1. Any food found on the midway is consumable by non-human entities. The cotton candy will likewise affect anyone who is not human.
2. I still believe.
3. The memory can be one that your character has repressed or forgotten.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Notes:
1. Only for characters of age havin the intercourse, please.
2. If your characters want to get naughty, they may discover that these swan boats have a little glove box containing condoms, lube and the like. You could also just fill the former up with water and throw them at that guy running the ride when it's over.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
Notes:
1. To return to their natural state, your character must reveal a personality trait or incident that would correspond to the monster they’ve turned into. For example, a person turned vampire might talk about how they feel they drain other people’s energy with their problems, or that they feel drained by other people’s. A ghost might not be able to let go of the past, and a werewolf might have anger issues. Interpret as you will!
2. The monsters can abide by any monster rules that you like. Is your vampire a Twilight vampire or a Dracula? It’s up to you!
3. The horror ride guy is weirdly impervious to harm.
4. All characters will return to normal at the end of October.
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"Does this outfit come off easily or do I have to tear it off you?" She asks huskily, tugging at his collar.
"Because if we are moving onto the main course I want to feel every inch of you against me."
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"Tearing it off does sound like fun, but I just got a new one from that timey wimey carousel stuff. But it does have a secret zipper that only a few special people get to know about. Do you wanna unzip my secret zipper?"
There wasn't even a question of if she was one of the special people. That much was obvious at this point. But still, who didn't like secret things? And secret zippers. I mean, c'mon.
Oh wait. Narrative tangent. Anyways, when she answers in the affirmative, he guides her hand to where the zipper starts around his midsection, separating the top from the bottom like a normal shirt and pants. It actually is pretty well hidden, the effect making the whole ensemble look like one piece, because that was just how super hero stuff was supposed to roll. Deadpool didn't make the rules, he just put the pants on.
"But...just a reminder...ah...every inch is...textured." The confidence between her legs is replaced once again by a self consciousness he doesn't often show, because he's not often disrobed.
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She does note his sudden self consciousness though, finding it interesting that their roles have reversed and she kisses him again. A little more softly but still sweetly, her tongue dipping into his mouth to encourage him.
"I don't care." She says as she starts to peel the top portion of his costume off. "I just want to feel you against me Wade. Please."
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The way she kisses him does so, so much to alleviate his self consciousness. Seriously, this woman is incredible at kissing and communicating with those kisses. This one is soft and sweet, and he just feels himself melting into it, into her. When she starts to peel off his top, he's still in a warm glow from the kiss and lets her do so without any resistance. When it's gone, he pulls her against him, pillowing her chest against his, and kisses her again, seeking more of that sweetness now that their tops are skin to skin.
Then he guides her hands down to the edge of his pants, inviting her to free more of him to be up against her.
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Which starts with kissing, he seems to really enjoy her kisses so she takes her time and keeps it sweet. Sometimes moving her head back so her lips are just whispering against his only to have them press back a moment later, firm and deep. When he guides her hands down to the edge of his pants she uses her finger nails to tease and lightly scratch at the skin just above it before moving her hand further down.
She doesn't free him just yet and neither does she tease him, instead she boldly places her palm along the length of his erection. Her hand staying still for a moment in case he wants to object in any way, when he doesn't voice any concerns she begins to slowly rub up and down his full length.
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His hips move a little against her hand, little thrusts as allowed by the space (which admittedly is limited since he is still straddling her lap). As she moves her hand, his side of the kiss becomes more heated. His hands travel up and down her sides, and then come to either side of her face, his fingers tangling up in her hair, as he kisses her with ever higher hunger.
"Roxy..." Just that, Roxy. He just wanted to say her name, the name of the woman who had in a few short days blown past all of his walls.
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When he says her name she feels a shiver run down her spine, there's something in his tone that doesn't just sound like sexual desire. There's an undercurrent of something more and she feels her whole body respond to it, wanting him again only this time fully.
"Wade...." She says, her one hand continuing to rub him slowly as the other begins to unzip the rest of his costume.
"I really want to fuck you." She says and then pauses, moving her face back so he can see the smile she's wearing.
"But uh.... Remember how you mentioned that your powers make it so you can just keep going and going? I think you used the term 'superpower super impregnation'? We should probably see if this boat comes equipped with condoms...."
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"Oh yeah, if you're not on some kind of birth control, your uterus would definitely get invaded by my little Spermpool legions..."
He turns away and looks at the front of the boat, and from this angle he does see some drawers. Well, that's interesting. Now, one wouldn't normally expect a ride to come equipped with condoms, but this ride... He reaches out, tugs open ad drawer, and yep. There they are. Makes complete sense. Wade grabs one and holds it up for her.
"Huh. Don't recognize the brand. Wonder if it's as magical as everything else here?"
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"Who cares, lets just get it on you so you can get inside me." She says, giving him another squeeze before setting to work on stripping off the lower half of his costume which now that she's figured out the secret zippers doesn't take her very long. Soon he's just as naked as she is and when she looks at him, even with all the scars, she still thinks his body is amazing. Tight and well muscled with a fantastic ass.
She looks up into his eyes and smiles, leaning forward to pepper his face in small kisses as she rolls the condom onto his dick.
"You ready?"
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Wade shifts and moves to help her undress him, and then kicks the leggings back under the glove box with the rest of their clothes. As she rolls the condom onto him, he gasps in pleasure and...surprise?
"I...I think I can feel your fingers like there's nothing there." He looks down at the condom. "Definitely magic. Okay, creepy carnival place. I think this can make up for the carousel bullshit. I accept your apology."
Then he looks up at her, and in all seriousness says, "I...I'm not sure I can ever be ready for someone as amazing as you to want me inside her."
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When he looks at her seriously she pauses, a small blush creeping across her face when he calls her amazing. She's really not used to guys complimenting her with such naked honesty but she likes it, it makes her feel seen and desired.
"Will it help if I tell you that I'm ready?" She asks, kissing his lips softly as her hand runs up the length of his erection again.
"That I want you to slide deep inside me, nice and slow?"
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His eyes sparkle with mirth. Hey, it's fun to talk sexy about big dicks filling her up. No harm in it, right? Besides, there was nothing like a little anticipation to spice things up.
"You found your rebel yell, but we've yet to hit the midnight hour where you'll cry more, more, more." Is he really that much of a Billy Idol fan? Eh, probably not, but this is his joke for his first time with her and her Texan accent, so it's all good.
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"I'm sure you'll be able to make me cry more, more, more." She says, half singing the last part.
"Unless you plan on making me wait so long for my love vibration that I'll have to 'dance' with myself." She teases back, enjoying the fact that they are both making dumb Billy Idol references while totally naked and about to have sex. This is why she likes him though, he's fun, silly and sweet all at once.
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As he speaks, he rubs himself against her, teasing her with his length as he works to make her imagine what it's going to feel like inside her. Meanwhile, he is perfectly okay with Billy Idol becoming the patron saint of their sex life.
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"Oooh..." She says and inhales sharply, "I think I want to start just as we are right now, you on top."
Her eyes flicker up to his as she opens her legs a bit wider for him, tilting her hips so that the tip of his cock pushes gently against her opening. She wants him, quite badly now, but there is something delicious about the anticipation of feeling him slide in.
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It's his turn to gasp a little as his tip brushes against her wet folds, which seem to be more than just inviting him in; they demand his length now. His breathing becomes heavier, and he adjusts just a bit so he is positioned well. His eyes hold hers as he slides the tip of himself in.
"Hey, silver lining of my skin condition...I'm ribbed for your pleasure."
Then he leans down and kisses her full on the mouth as his hands slide down to her hips to hold on as he slowly slips into her, deeper, deeper, deeper still, until he is in to the hilt. His hands travel back up her sides, dragging his nails her and there a bit until he slips them up along her upper back and his fingers curl around her shoulders as he presses their bodies together and lets her get used to the feel of him inside her as he kisses her softly.
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There's a single powerful moment before he slides in where they lock eyes, his breathing heavy and hers almost totally still, her whole body tense with that delicious anticipation of feeling him, all of him, for the first time. And then he's kissing her and pushing himself inside, deeper and deeper and she feels a primal satisfaction at how well he fills her up. She kisses him back deeply, her tongue moving against his as her hands move up and around the back of his neck.
She likes that he holds her close, almost as much as the pause he gives her to get used to feeling him inside. So often guys try to rush and start thrusting too quickly, never knowing how nice it can be to just take a moment and sit with such a powerful connection.
"You feel....amazing." She whispers softly against his lips, nudging the tip of his nose with hers.
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"If you tell me I'm huge, bigger than you've ever had, I promise I'll believe you even if it's not true because that's just how hot smut works and I'm so into you that I really, really want to believe I'm the best you've ever had," he says with a grin.
As he speaks, he does move inside her, but in little side to side or circular motions, not in and out. One handy thing about exploring her with his fingers and tongue first was that he has a good idea of how to move inside her. It's obviously not as precise as fingers, but he can work the angles to generally rub against the spots he's already made so sensitive.
"How do you like it best? Slow and sensual?" And now he does slide slowly out a bit and then sheath himself back inside her with deliberate slowness. "Or rough and hard?" He pulls almost all the way out, and thrusts into her with enough force to make her chest move.
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"I don't know if you're the biggest I've ever had because I don't usually take the time to measure but I can tell you that you are honestly...without a doubt..hands down...the BEST lover I've ever been with. "
A fact that he further proves by shifting inside her gently and she sighs happily before kissing him again. When he asks which way she prefers her lovemaking she finds that she can't answer right away as both his examples are so amazing and make her gasp.
"I...ooooh!" She starts to say and squirms excitedly underneath him.
"Can I have both? Start slow and sensual and then build up to rough and hard?" She asks, looking up at him with her big pretty eyes.
"Please?"
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"You can have whatever you want," he replies as he leans down to kiss her again, "We're going to create something beautiful in this tunnel. And then we're gonna measure my dick, because now I just really want to know and I've never done that before. I mean, it's both extremely unimportant and yet something that it feels like I should know, you know?"
Because, you know, even during intimate sex Deadpool was gonna Deadpool and tangent off into talking about literal dick measuring.
But as he does so, he moves within her, building up to little thrusts, and then to long, sensual thrusts where he pulls all the way out to the tip and then slides slowly back in, making sure to angle so he drags along her more sensitive areas. The words fade as the they both fall more into the lovemaking. Sometimes, he is gazing down into her eyes, others he is kissing her, and other times still he is showering her chest with his kisses. It all depends on the angle he's taking at the moment. But it's all designed to let her draw as much pleasure from the experience as possible, and to leave her feeling fully appreciated and damn near worshipped.
((ooc: Sorry for my delays!! It's been a busy quarter of teaching, and next quarter looks to be pretty nuts too. If anything is weirder than teaching during the beginning of the pandemic, it's teaching in this weird trying to be back but it is still around second phase of the pandemic. Phew! But I really do appreciate you sticking with me even as I've been flakier than I would like to be! I started this game off so strong, and this past month I've just done a little bit!))
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Which means he really is this lovely.
We're going to create something beautiful....
The words echo in her mind and heart as he begins to thrust slowly into her and she sighs, opening herself up to him even further. He feels incredible and soon she is lost in a sea of pleasure, their bodies moving together in a sweet rhythm as he kisses and showers her with affection.
Eventually she feels her body begin to ramp up once more and her movements become a bit more demanding, biting at his lower lip and using her nails on his back to indicate that she wants more. She wants it rough and hard and more importantly she wants it now.
((ooc: oh hey no problemo! I can't even begin to understand how bizarre and stressful it must be trying to teach through all of this. Tag when you can, no pressure, and we can always fade to black if we need to.))
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"Tell me how hard you want it," he murmurs. Of course he knows how hard she wants it, her body is demanding it, but he wants to see if she's into saying it aloud. "Tell me exactly what you want, Foxy Roxy, and I'll give it to you."
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"I want you to fuck me hard." She says and kisses him as he continues to push into her over and over. She gasps a little as he begins to do just as she asks and locks eyes with him.
"Yes! Oh Wade, fuck me hard till I scream."
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But even tender and amazing people had needs, and he was gonna fulfill hers until she walked funny for a day or two.
"Fuck, Roxy," he growled, "I'm so goddamn horny for you right now. No more holding back."
And hold back he certainly does not. He grips her ass and pulls her closer to him still and then he starts really thrusting into her, using his grip on her to slam her into him so he could go as deep as he could go. It also served to help control the angle, and he definitely played with that to make sure he hit every single part of her. The sound of his body slapping into hers filled the air along with his grunts of pleasure as he felt himself building up more and more, but he held back for the moment.
"I want to come with you," he says, his voice still a lusty growl, "I want to scream with you."
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And yet somehow it seems respectful, mostly because he didn't just start doing it to her, he waited till she told him to do it. Which is huge, having that power placed into her hands makes her feel sexy and desired on a whole new level.
A desire that begins to quickly ramp up again and soon she's crying out as he pounds into her, his cock hitting that sensitive spot over and over.
"Oh! Like that! Yes!!" She says ecstatically, her eyes locking onto his as she reaches down to rub and press her clit in a way she knows will send her over the edge. She wants him to come with her and she hopes he's ready because her body is taking over.
"Oh! Wade, I'm...!" She starts to say and then gives up on words, tilting her head back as she screams through her orgasm, her nails digging into his back hard enough to draw blood.
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