“I’ve stayed out of most people’s radar so don’t worry too much about it. Stealth is my thing, ya dig?”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. I arrived just after. Well, coerced actually, but that’s old news. “ She shrugged a little bit making her hair shimmer in the light. “Before this comes up. I’m twenty-five and yes, I know I look a lot younger, but I swear I’m not.” she put her hands up in a submissive fashion.
Tucking her hair behind her ears she wrapped her arms around her stomach as they continued walking. “I’ve mastered many forms of martial arts, western and eastern swordplay...” she stopped, it would seem strange if she had too many skills, right?
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Sin wasn’t entirely sure, them getting to know each other was the best of ideas, there was a reason she worked solo after all and it was something hard to keep a secret when you’re cooped up with someone else on a mission.
“I know.” Sin replied about Clint’s past partnership with Natasha. “I’ve been here for the last year in and half, it’s hard to not over hear somethings.”
She nodded though and motioned with a slender arm for him to lead towards the gyms. “Get to know each other...” she mirrored. “So, then, start talking. Tell me the things about yourself you want me to know.” She replied as they started walking.
“I know.” Sin replied about Clint’s past partnership with Natasha. “I’ve been here for the last year in and half, it’s hard to not over hear somethings.”
She nodded though and motioned with a slender arm for him to lead towards the gyms. “Get to know each other...” she mirrored. “So, then, start talking. Tell me the things about yourself you want me to know.” She replied as they started walking.
“Sinead Erainn.” She replied in a melodic like voice. Not offering her hand to shake or a polite smile. “Huntress.”
When it came to weapons the two were very much a like, Sin liked her bows as well, and though she was pretty handy with a gun she felt like they were far too loud. Her talent was stealth, preferring quieter up close or mid range weapons, like knives, drugs and needles. Not only that but she was skilled in hand to hand as well, but he didn’t know that yet.
SHIELD had sent her on plenty of solo ops before but this was suspicious why now have they decided to partner her up?
Her blue eyes scanned him up and down as she sized him up. One dark eyebrow arched upwards as if she were asking what he wanted to do next. She was supposed to follow his lead from now on anyway.
When it came to weapons the two were very much a like, Sin liked her bows as well, and though she was pretty handy with a gun she felt like they were far too loud. Her talent was stealth, preferring quieter up close or mid range weapons, like knives, drugs and needles. Not only that but she was skilled in hand to hand as well, but he didn’t know that yet.
SHIELD had sent her on plenty of solo ops before but this was suspicious why now have they decided to partner her up?
Her blue eyes scanned him up and down as she sized him up. One dark eyebrow arched upwards as if she were asking what he wanted to do next. She was supposed to follow his lead from now on anyway.
The woman that stepped around Fury was a tiny thing, child sized, the only thing that gave away her age was the womanly shape to her slender, tattooed form. Her glacial blue eyes seemed to pierce the soul, pale skin dusted with silver freckles over her shoulders. Long straight black hair fell to the dip in her waist and shone blue in the artificial lights.
She raised a delicate hand from her crossed arms in a little wave of hello and bit down on her lowerlip and shifted all her weight to one foot, making a leather clad hip jut out, black combat boots looked well worn, the black leather starting to grey with use, a black tanktop clung to her torso like a second skin.
“Sin’s never had a partner before Clint so take it easy on her.” Fury sated with his usual one eyed glare.
She raised a delicate hand from her crossed arms in a little wave of hello and bit down on her lowerlip and shifted all her weight to one foot, making a leather clad hip jut out, black combat boots looked well worn, the black leather starting to grey with use, a black tanktop clung to her torso like a second skin.
“Sin’s never had a partner before Clint so take it easy on her.” Fury sated with his usual one eyed glare.
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Just something fun and fluffy and smutty and lovely and even possibly kinky.
I recently watched Inception (again) and fell in love with Eames and Arthur. I'd love to have a role-play with either one of them. The plot I'm going to put down can be interchanged with either (and yes I know I wrote down "Arthur").
So without further ado here is this lovely luscious plot:
After the Fischer Inception and everyone parts ways Arthur finds himself frequenting a high class escort/(actual) burlesque club (don’t ask I just seriously picture him liking the finer art of true burlesque not this crap they have out now at strip clubs). Where the women are beautiful, and eager to please for a high cost of course, however he doesn’t find himself returning for any woman he could buy for the night. No, he keeps returning for the in house entertainment. He doesn’t know her by anything but her stage name: Delaina, but she’s not an escort, she’s not even a dancer. She’s a part of the band. Beautiful as the rest of women in the club but natural, wearing almost no makeup only a dark or sometimes vibrant red lipstick, sometimes she wears none at all. She’s not tall or model skinny, luscious but not overly so, everything about her is subtle aside from her eyes. They drew people in, what kept most of the clients coming back, frustrated that they can’t have the singer on their arm for the night so they spend more money on the others. But, she didn’t see that.
He never hears her speak other than when she sings, and it always seems like she’s singing for him. Flirting with subtle movements or gestures. Aslynne loves seeing him in his usual spot, on his usual day at his usual time, the way he looks at her thrills her, how his eyes never stray even when she’s singing a piece for the girls on stage as they tease and strip and arouse, excites her.
They both want more, but it’s fun playing this little game.
One day he finds himself in possession of Delaina’s well asked for number or rather he finds himself in possession of a rather interesting text from her number.
But, alluring, sexy performer Aslynne was or had been more of an act. A face she put on at night too shy to carry on with it during the light hours. Her day job as demure and feminine as it got, seamstressing was hard work, but it was a dying business, her job at the club at first had just been to pay the bills until he came in and made it all the more fun. He helped her breathe new life into her performances without even trying.
The well dressed man made her feel sexy, forbidden, untouchable, desirable. He gave her a new height to her confidence, made her feel more of a woman beside some of the most desired ladies in the city. Eventually she does sing for only him, picking her “freetime” songs to flirt, to tease to arouse. When she’s alone at night in her tiny apartment above her shop she imagines what it would be like to share his bed, she likes to imagine that he thinks of her in that exact same way as he touches himself or as he beds another. That’s it’s her face he imagines or her name he moans. The same way she cries out his, imagines it’s his hands on her neglected body or how his lips would feel ghosting over her skin.
It takes them months before Arthur finally gets her real name, by bribing her boss. Using the information to find her small tailor shop. Finding reasons to see her, get her close by getting hand made suits, but still she doesn't talk to him beyond what is necessary, only laughing at first at a joke or a shy giggle when he’s bold enough to brush a lock of hair out of her face as he enters her shop almost as much as he does the club.
Aslynne even allows him to sit with her during the day as she works when he can before she would have to close and get ready for her night of singing at the club. Letting lust and emotion slowly build as they finally get to know one another, but the game they play at the club doesn't lose it’s appeal.
Still he appears in his usual spot on his usual day at his usual time. Still she sings only for him only this time he knows it for sure and as tension builds he knows that soon he can have what no one else can.
PM if you're interested!
I recently watched Inception (again) and fell in love with Eames and Arthur. I'd love to have a role-play with either one of them. The plot I'm going to put down can be interchanged with either (and yes I know I wrote down "Arthur").
So without further ado here is this lovely luscious plot:
After the Fischer Inception and everyone parts ways Arthur finds himself frequenting a high class escort/(actual) burlesque club (don’t ask I just seriously picture him liking the finer art of true burlesque not this crap they have out now at strip clubs). Where the women are beautiful, and eager to please for a high cost of course, however he doesn’t find himself returning for any woman he could buy for the night. No, he keeps returning for the in house entertainment. He doesn’t know her by anything but her stage name: Delaina, but she’s not an escort, she’s not even a dancer. She’s a part of the band. Beautiful as the rest of women in the club but natural, wearing almost no makeup only a dark or sometimes vibrant red lipstick, sometimes she wears none at all. She’s not tall or model skinny, luscious but not overly so, everything about her is subtle aside from her eyes. They drew people in, what kept most of the clients coming back, frustrated that they can’t have the singer on their arm for the night so they spend more money on the others. But, she didn’t see that.
He never hears her speak other than when she sings, and it always seems like she’s singing for him. Flirting with subtle movements or gestures. Aslynne loves seeing him in his usual spot, on his usual day at his usual time, the way he looks at her thrills her, how his eyes never stray even when she’s singing a piece for the girls on stage as they tease and strip and arouse, excites her.
They both want more, but it’s fun playing this little game.
One day he finds himself in possession of Delaina’s well asked for number or rather he finds himself in possession of a rather interesting text from her number.
But, alluring, sexy performer Aslynne was or had been more of an act. A face she put on at night too shy to carry on with it during the light hours. Her day job as demure and feminine as it got, seamstressing was hard work, but it was a dying business, her job at the club at first had just been to pay the bills until he came in and made it all the more fun. He helped her breathe new life into her performances without even trying.
The well dressed man made her feel sexy, forbidden, untouchable, desirable. He gave her a new height to her confidence, made her feel more of a woman beside some of the most desired ladies in the city. Eventually she does sing for only him, picking her “freetime” songs to flirt, to tease to arouse. When she’s alone at night in her tiny apartment above her shop she imagines what it would be like to share his bed, she likes to imagine that he thinks of her in that exact same way as he touches himself or as he beds another. That’s it’s her face he imagines or her name he moans. The same way she cries out his, imagines it’s his hands on her neglected body or how his lips would feel ghosting over her skin.
It takes them months before Arthur finally gets her real name, by bribing her boss. Using the information to find her small tailor shop. Finding reasons to see her, get her close by getting hand made suits, but still she doesn't talk to him beyond what is necessary, only laughing at first at a joke or a shy giggle when he’s bold enough to brush a lock of hair out of her face as he enters her shop almost as much as he does the club.
Aslynne even allows him to sit with her during the day as she works when he can before she would have to close and get ready for her night of singing at the club. Letting lust and emotion slowly build as they finally get to know one another, but the game they play at the club doesn't lose it’s appeal.
Still he appears in his usual spot on his usual day at his usual time. Still she sings only for him only this time he knows it for sure and as tension builds he knows that soon he can have what no one else can.
PM if you're interested!
So, I know that whatever movie or show that is popular now is usually what's going to catch most people's interest as far as role-plays go, but I re-watched Inception fairly recently and I fell in love with Eames and Arthur. Not as a couple, but just in general. It would be really really great if I could find anyone who would be willing to play either of those men for me. This would involve mature themes, like sex, violence and adult language. Purely through PM's. Plot and stuff can come later as soon as I think one up or whoever takes the time to play with me thinks one up with me.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and thank you for choosing to respond if you do!
Thanks for taking the time to read this and thank you for choosing to respond if you do!
Hey there! I'm Ayla, and I use to be on this site before it got done over. I was on hiatus for a while and now I'm happy to be back!
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