Evangeline (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
abnormalizes) wrote2023-03-05 08:19 pm
abnormalizes) wrote2023-03-05 08:19 pm
Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations
This is Evangeline! Sorry, I'm a little busy right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!
[He can mark her up as much as he wants to - after all, he’s wearing her mark around his neck for everyone to see. It’s only fair.
She lifts her hips to help him get her skirt off, panting for breath. Her head feels fuzzy and light. Every time he kisses her skin her voice resounds, wordless but full of need.
One-handed, she tugs at his cloak to get it off him. Clothes are unnecessary for either of them right now.]
She lifts her hips to help him get her skirt off, panting for breath. Her head feels fuzzy and light. Every time he kisses her skin her voice resounds, wordless but full of need.
One-handed, she tugs at his cloak to get it off him. Clothes are unnecessary for either of them right now.]
[The cloak comes off with ease, held on only with magnets, and he's more than happy to let it fall to the side wherever Evangeline deigns to toss it.
He'll be doing the same with her both her skirt and underwear, after all.
The rest he'll have to do, himself, but it's fine - he doesn't mind sitting back for a moment to rip off his tanktop, tossing it elsewhere before moving to free himself from his jeans.
The whole time his expression is scrunched and unpleasant, full of urgency and desperation as if he's on his death bed and right here, right now, Evangeline is the only thing that could possibly keep him alive.
And it's with that desperation that he collapses over her again, metal claws finding a spot on her hips to hold as his other braces himself against the bed again. Holding her in place as he moves to line himself up with her, the head of his cock finding a spot pressed against her and making it abundantly clear what he's looking to do.
Just waiting for her to say yes.]
He'll be doing the same with her both her skirt and underwear, after all.
The rest he'll have to do, himself, but it's fine - he doesn't mind sitting back for a moment to rip off his tanktop, tossing it elsewhere before moving to free himself from his jeans.
The whole time his expression is scrunched and unpleasant, full of urgency and desperation as if he's on his death bed and right here, right now, Evangeline is the only thing that could possibly keep him alive.
And it's with that desperation that he collapses over her again, metal claws finding a spot on her hips to hold as his other braces himself against the bed again. Holding her in place as he moves to line himself up with her, the head of his cock finding a spot pressed against her and making it abundantly clear what he's looking to do.
Just waiting for her to say yes.]
[As if he has to ask?]
I need you, Jean.
[Not a command, because she hates the thought of making him do anything - but as clear as she can be otherwise about how desperately she needs him to be joined with her.]
I need you, Jean.
[Not a command, because she hates the thought of making him do anything - but as clear as she can be otherwise about how desperately she needs him to be joined with her.]
[Making sure he has permission every step of the way is deeply important to him, honestly - it's why he waits so loyally until she says what she does, wasting no time beyond that to push inside of her, fill her with himself as much as he's able.
Letting out a low groan as he revels in her heat, a gentle push and pull of his hips so he can really feel her.
And once he's sure there's no chance that he'll slip out, his claws free her hips and move up to brace on the other side of her head, metal forearm pressed heavy into the bedding and that electric elbow of his sparking gently against her skin.
All so he can lean and tuck in against her hair, too. Not even for a kiss - just the softest, most tender embrace as he works to get every inch of himself wrapped inside every inch of her.]
I... need you, too.
[Soft and quiet, half-murmured into her hair, looking at her from the side of his eye as it glows violet in the darkness.]
Letting out a low groan as he revels in her heat, a gentle push and pull of his hips so he can really feel her.
And once he's sure there's no chance that he'll slip out, his claws free her hips and move up to brace on the other side of her head, metal forearm pressed heavy into the bedding and that electric elbow of his sparking gently against her skin.
All so he can lean and tuck in against her hair, too. Not even for a kiss - just the softest, most tender embrace as he works to get every inch of himself wrapped inside every inch of her.]
I... need you, too.
[Soft and quiet, half-murmured into her hair, looking at her from the side of his eye as it glows violet in the darkness.]
[Soft and gentle is new. Different. Warm in a way that’s different from lust’s heat.
She traces the scars on his chest with her free hand, gentle and tender. She adores every inch of him, even the parts others would call ugly. That he would call ugly.]
You have me. All of me.
[And that scares her still, but it also allows her to feel this connection between them, and that’s all that matters.]
She traces the scars on his chest with her free hand, gentle and tender. She adores every inch of him, even the parts others would call ugly. That he would call ugly.]
You have me. All of me.
[And that scares her still, but it also allows her to feel this connection between them, and that’s all that matters.]
Edited (the perils of phone tagging) 2025-06-09 17:16 (UTC)
[It's been a few days since the party, and even Rinku had to eventually notice that Evangeline's been alone in the house after friendzoning her roommate. A sad Eva cannot be abided. So, after a training session where Rinku got the usual amount of scrapes and bruises and managed to create light more intentionally than just thinking about the people she loves to turn herself into a glowstick, she comes out of the changing room and runs back over to her cool and amazing big sister.]
Ow ow... Hey, Neechan, do you wanna come over? The new pool's probably gonna help the whole aching-after-training thing, and our house isn't that far from the guild.
Ow ow... Hey, Neechan, do you wanna come over? The new pool's probably gonna help the whole aching-after-training thing, and our house isn't that far from the guild.
[It's fine! She's fine! Don't worry about it!]
Oh, that sounds fun actually? I haven't tried swimming after training.
Oh, that sounds fun actually? I haven't tried swimming after training.
Okay! [Rinku takes her hand and smiles wide.] You can borrow one of my swimsuits if you want, we're the same size. --Oh, or I guess you could get one from your place, it's right there.
[Time to start heading downstairs!]
The ocean's a lot of fun and all, but I like our pool too! And now we have someplace to swim when it rains. Especially during Rain of Affection season. I didn't even get many donations when I had the kissing booth there, nobody wants to go to the beach when it could rain...
[Time to start heading downstairs!]
The ocean's a lot of fun and all, but I like our pool too! And now we have someplace to swim when it rains. Especially during Rain of Affection season. I didn't even get many donations when I had the kissing booth there, nobody wants to go to the beach when it could rain...
I’ll just go get one from my place.
[Thanks mirrors.]
It’s nice to be able to swim no matter what the weather is. You should get a hot tub, too, those are great.
[Thanks mirrors.]
It’s nice to be able to swim no matter what the weather is. You should get a hot tub, too, those are great.
We have one! And a little fountain in the pool. I didn't get a sauna, though, those don't actually seem very exciting.
They’re definitely not for everyone. I’m not super into them myself, but I get the appeal.
I think Rei-chan had one, but I dunno if it'd be fun for the kids.
[She stops at the refreshment stand on the main floor and chugs a cup of juice. Evangeline can get some too if she wants!]
And I wanted something Mary-chan could bring her school friends over for, or that the neighbours would like.
[She stops at the refreshment stand on the main floor and chugs a cup of juice. Evangeline can get some too if she wants!]
And I wanted something Mary-chan could bring her school friends over for, or that the neighbours would like.
[Some water for her.]
How does Mary like the pool?
How does Mary like the pool?
I think she's having fun! Mimi-chan tried it too, and, uh... it's kinda weird seeing a Mimikyu try and swim, but we think she was okay?
[She puts the empty cup in the empty cups area and starts to head out.]
But Mecchan loves it! We just gotta keep the fairy bunnies out of it as long as we're fostering them. Amaterasu-chan brought some over, and Mary-chan really wanted to keep them.
[She puts the empty cup in the empty cups area and starts to head out.]
But Mecchan loves it! We just gotta keep the fairy bunnies out of it as long as we're fostering them. Amaterasu-chan brought some over, and Mary-chan really wanted to keep them.
Oh, yeah, those guys. How's that going? Have you teleported anywhere?
[The way she touches his scars with such a gentle hand, feeling every little dip and crevice and wrinkle that the world's shorn onto him... it's things like this that tell him he made a good choice.
Not just a good choice - the right choice.]
... Then I'm gonna have all of you.
[Matched with a thrust of his hips against hers, the kind that makes his claws grip into the bedding beneath them - and it's clear from the quiet growl in his voice that he means what he says.
Because, well, as it was said earlier...
He may feel like he doesn't deserve her, but he will have her regardless.
Soft and tender and gentle he may be, but that doesn't mean the feelings behind that tenderness are, too.]
Not just a good choice - the right choice.]
... Then I'm gonna have all of you.
[Matched with a thrust of his hips against hers, the kind that makes his claws grip into the bedding beneath them - and it's clear from the quiet growl in his voice that he means what he says.
Because, well, as it was said earlier...
He may feel like he doesn't deserve her, but he will have her regardless.
Soft and tender and gentle he may be, but that doesn't mean the feelings behind that tenderness are, too.]
[Evangeline doesn't think of herself as anyone special. She's easy to have fun with, sure - she's a good time. But when it comes to her quality as a friend, she doubts herself. And as for her quality as a girlfriend...
Someone wants her, all of her, the sex and the laughter and the tears and the insecurity and the gentle touch and the hurt. The parts of her that she's proud of and the parts she feels are weak and pitiful. Someone looked at every part of her and decided they wanted everything that she is.]
-Please. [She moves her hips back into his, with a shuddering breath.] I want to be yours.
Someone wants her, all of her, the sex and the laughter and the tears and the insecurity and the gentle touch and the hurt. The parts of her that she's proud of and the parts she feels are weak and pitiful. Someone looked at every part of her and decided they wanted everything that she is.]
-Please. [She moves her hips back into his, with a shuddering breath.] I want to be yours.
You already are.
[Just a soft little reassurance as he looks down where she's pinned beneath him, moving his prosthetic down to cup her face to make sure she's looking at him, too.
That's something important to him. Knowing he can just look at her without feeling like he needs to hide his face or tear his eyes away, look anywhere else.
And he can't help but think she's beautiful. So beautiful.
Every single part of her.
And as he moves again, moving to fall into a rhythm against her, it's slow - not so slow as to be aognizing, but just... so he can feel her.
Fast and rough is fun, sure, but it's different. He isn't chasing a climax, here - he just wants to feel her.
Every stroke of his cock along her walls, slow and sweet so he can readily, hungrily take it all in.]
[Just a soft little reassurance as he looks down where she's pinned beneath him, moving his prosthetic down to cup her face to make sure she's looking at him, too.
That's something important to him. Knowing he can just look at her without feeling like he needs to hide his face or tear his eyes away, look anywhere else.
And he can't help but think she's beautiful. So beautiful.
Every single part of her.
And as he moves again, moving to fall into a rhythm against her, it's slow - not so slow as to be aognizing, but just... so he can feel her.
Fast and rough is fun, sure, but it's different. He isn't chasing a climax, here - he just wants to feel her.
Every stroke of his cock along her walls, slow and sweet so he can readily, hungrily take it all in.]
[She loves looking at him. Certainly she likes the helmet, but his eyes are more beautiful than any screen will ever be. He never has to hide from her.
She already is his. She doesn't have to do anything more to earn it.
Her eyes mist up, and she automatically reaches with her free hand - she wouldn't let go of his for anything, of course - to scrub at them furiously. Evangeline doesn't cry during sex, that would be completely unlike her.]
She already is his. She doesn't have to do anything more to earn it.
Her eyes mist up, and she automatically reaches with her free hand - she wouldn't let go of his for anything, of course - to scrub at them furiously. Evangeline doesn't cry during sex, that would be completely unlike her.]
[- She only manages to get a scrub or two in before his magic stops her, gently pulling that hand away from her face and dropping it back on the bed.
If she cries, he wants to see it. If she does anything, he wants to see it - that vulnerability is a part of her, and he wants all of her.
And with it he curls forward around her a little more, like he's trying to hide her from the rest of the world -
So she'd be all his, at least in this one moment. At least for right now, while he's buried inside of her, feeling like his non-existent heart could burst at any second.]
If she cries, he wants to see it. If she does anything, he wants to see it - that vulnerability is a part of her, and he wants all of her.
And with it he curls forward around her a little more, like he's trying to hide her from the rest of the world -
So she'd be all his, at least in this one moment. At least for right now, while he's buried inside of her, feeling like his non-existent heart could burst at any second.]
-Oh. [Somehow surprised, despite everything. She sniffles, tears starting to fall in earnest now.
-But, okay. No hiding. She traces his scars again, both large and small.]
Jean, I…
[She doesn’t have the words.]
-But, okay. No hiding. She traces his scars again, both large and small.]
Jean, I…
[She doesn’t have the words.]
Kinda, yeah. ...Kind of a lot of places. But it's not their fault! Even if I keep ending up in people's houses and Katsuki-kun thought I was a burglar and wanted to fight.
[All that, and yet he shakes his head "no". She doesn't need to say anything - it's okay.]
I... toldja. I want all of ya.
[The tears are a part of that. He even brings up a claw to gently wipe some of them away, his hips going still as he does.
He plans to keep them still, too - sure, he may be flush against her, he can feel himself already starting to ache with need, but that doesn't mean he's not going to pause and wait to see if she's okay.]
I... toldja. I want all of ya.
[The tears are a part of that. He even brings up a claw to gently wipe some of them away, his hips going still as he does.
He plans to keep them still, too - sure, he may be flush against her, he can feel himself already starting to ache with need, but that doesn't mean he's not going to pause and wait to see if she's okay.]
[A claw like that could do so much damage to her face, but never for a moment would she fear it. She wouldn’t fear any part of him.
She takes a moment to catch her breath, to let the tears slow to a trickle.]
-I’m okay. It’s just a lot.
She takes a moment to catch her breath, to let the tears slow to a trickle.]
-I’m okay. It’s just a lot.
[And everything about that nets a warm, soft smile from him. Not like the usual smiles he gives her -
No bared teeth, no curled lips.
It's the most barely there smile, just the edges turning upward the smallest amount, but there's a warmth to it that his other smiles don't usually possess.]
Good. I want it to be a lot. Ya deserve a lot.
[Those claws of his then find a place in her hair, smoothing through it before settling on the bedding once more.
He needs it there as he starts to move again, hips shifting a little as if to test where he's pressed against her, that metal hand holding him up as he falls back into that rhythm... though a bit faster, now. Still full of feelings - but faster, to give her a little more.]
No bared teeth, no curled lips.
It's the most barely there smile, just the edges turning upward the smallest amount, but there's a warmth to it that his other smiles don't usually possess.]
Good. I want it to be a lot. Ya deserve a lot.
[Those claws of his then find a place in her hair, smoothing through it before settling on the bedding once more.
He needs it there as he starts to move again, hips shifting a little as if to test where he's pressed against her, that metal hand holding him up as he falls back into that rhythm... though a bit faster, now. Still full of feelings - but faster, to give her a little more.]
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