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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
Character Images: Faceclaims or detailed descriptions only. I envision the characters like real people in my mind, so I can't take anime seriously
OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters
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“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, but you were the one who put her hand on my chest before I did anything,” Cas pointed out wryly. He may not have changed his mind about putting on a shirt if he’d known she would make a move, but he wasn’t sure if he would have instigated something if she hadn’t done so first. Her gentle, flirtatious touch was the green light he’d needed to kiss her. Without it, he might have just thanked her for rebandaging his arm and put his top back on. So, when she teased him for ‘stealing kisses,’ he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay,” he snorted, poking her teasingly in the side. “That isn’t the same thing because I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”
Of course, she wouldn’t let him win that easily. When she pointed out that he couldn’t keep himself away from her from the start, he smiled at her amusedly. Like the comment she made about how often he tried to kiss her, he didn’t think it counted. There was a different between starting up their relationship again and subtly baiting someone into getting intimate. Whether she’d meant to or not, that was how he’d interpreted her coy gesture, and that was why things had gotten hot and heavy between them for a few minutes. “You’re really good at pretending to be blameless,” he chuckled. “But because I like you so much, I suppose I’ll let it slide this time.”
As she stuck her tongue out at him, he swooped in to press one more playful kiss to her cheek. “I wouldn’t,” he agreed. That she kept toying with his hands and with his bare skin when he’d been shirtless was something he enjoyed, so even though he knew they couldn’t let it lead to anything more, he wouldn’t complain about it. He didn’t hide his interest either. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? Because you’re a perfect little angel who would never tempt me to sin,” he added with a wink. The option to let her off the hook was always there, but he liked riling her up too much to keep his joking comments to himself.
Laying down next to her, he pulled the covers over both of them, so they could settle down to sleep. It was exciting for him to share a bed with a woman for the first time even though it was platonic. He’d enjoyed holding her in his arms while she’d napped in the woods, but after their close call a few minutes ago, he felt like it would be smarter if they didn’t get too physical, so he rolled over so that his back faced her. The warmth that emanated from her body was relaxing, and he reached out to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, yawning as his exhaustion washed over him again in full force. “Goodnight, Iris,” he exhaled, tucking his arm underneath his pillow comfortably and closing his eyes as he began to drift off to sleep.
Of course, she wouldn’t let him win that easily. When she pointed out that he couldn’t keep himself away from her from the start, he smiled at her amusedly. Like the comment she made about how often he tried to kiss her, he didn’t think it counted. There was a different between starting up their relationship again and subtly baiting someone into getting intimate. Whether she’d meant to or not, that was how he’d interpreted her coy gesture, and that was why things had gotten hot and heavy between them for a few minutes. “You’re really good at pretending to be blameless,” he chuckled. “But because I like you so much, I suppose I’ll let it slide this time.”
As she stuck her tongue out at him, he swooped in to press one more playful kiss to her cheek. “I wouldn’t,” he agreed. That she kept toying with his hands and with his bare skin when he’d been shirtless was something he enjoyed, so even though he knew they couldn’t let it lead to anything more, he wouldn’t complain about it. He didn’t hide his interest either. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? Because you’re a perfect little angel who would never tempt me to sin,” he added with a wink. The option to let her off the hook was always there, but he liked riling her up too much to keep his joking comments to himself.
Laying down next to her, he pulled the covers over both of them, so they could settle down to sleep. It was exciting for him to share a bed with a woman for the first time even though it was platonic. He’d enjoyed holding her in his arms while she’d napped in the woods, but after their close call a few minutes ago, he felt like it would be smarter if they didn’t get too physical, so he rolled over so that his back faced her. The warmth that emanated from her body was relaxing, and he reached out to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, yawning as his exhaustion washed over him again in full force. “Goodnight, Iris,” he exhaled, tucking his arm underneath his pillow comfortably and closing his eyes as he began to drift off to sleep.
Same! Also I'm trying to get a bunch of cleaning done today because my mom is driving into town to stay with us for a couple nights tomorrow. I'll get another post up later!
It might just be the news that killed him if that happened xD
Cas sighed when Iris agreed that they were being reckless. The logical side of him was glad that they were on the same page, but he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed too. Hearing her say they should stop confirmed his suspicion that it was a bad idea, and affirmed that they weren’t going to be doing anything more that night. He reluctantly let his hands drop from her shirt into his own lap. Even though they were in agreement, it was going to take him a few more minutes to recover from the heat of the moment. His pulse was still elevated, and he shifted his weight awkwardly, wondering if he should hop back into the shower to cool off before he went to bed.
“I know you will,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through his still-damp hair. When it came to the decision he had yet to make, it wasn’t her support that he was worried about. He trusted that she would stand by his side no matter what. Really, it was the consequences of both options that left him trapped in a limbo as he struggled to choose what he preferred to do. Unquestionably, going back to the capital was the “right” choice, because it was his responsibility to succeed his father and take over the crown after he passed. By going back, he would also regain the authority to try to help the people of Aspiria beyond the capital. However, he was hesitant to return to a life in which he was nothing more than a cog in the wheel of the monarchy. He wanted to be more than that, to pave his own way rather than allow everyone else to turn him into their political puppet. He doubted he would be able to do that if he went back to all the people that he now knew didn’t care about him.
Disheartened by the thought, he was more than happy to change the subject when Iris teased him about being the reason for their near slip up. “In my defense, I only left it off so it would be easier for you to bandage my arm,” he objected, leaning into her side good-naturedly. “I didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.” Although, even if he had known the effect it would have on her, he couldn’t honestly say that he would have done anything differently. Now that he was no longer trying to keep his distance from her, the thought of crossing the line had passed through his head on multiple occasions. Just because it was a reckless idea didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. The only thing that he stopped them from making poor decisions this time had been her grounding question.
When she offered to sleep on the floor so they could put some space between them, Cas shook his head, “You had a fever until just two hours ago. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.” Bending down, he picked up his shirt from where he’d left it discarded at the foot of the bed. “We agreed it was a bad idea, so I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he assured her, sliding the garment over his head. As he smoothed it down over his torso, he turned back to her and smirked teasingly. “The only question is whether you can stay away from me.”
“I know you will,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through his still-damp hair. When it came to the decision he had yet to make, it wasn’t her support that he was worried about. He trusted that she would stand by his side no matter what. Really, it was the consequences of both options that left him trapped in a limbo as he struggled to choose what he preferred to do. Unquestionably, going back to the capital was the “right” choice, because it was his responsibility to succeed his father and take over the crown after he passed. By going back, he would also regain the authority to try to help the people of Aspiria beyond the capital. However, he was hesitant to return to a life in which he was nothing more than a cog in the wheel of the monarchy. He wanted to be more than that, to pave his own way rather than allow everyone else to turn him into their political puppet. He doubted he would be able to do that if he went back to all the people that he now knew didn’t care about him.
Disheartened by the thought, he was more than happy to change the subject when Iris teased him about being the reason for their near slip up. “In my defense, I only left it off so it would be easier for you to bandage my arm,” he objected, leaning into her side good-naturedly. “I didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.” Although, even if he had known the effect it would have on her, he couldn’t honestly say that he would have done anything differently. Now that he was no longer trying to keep his distance from her, the thought of crossing the line had passed through his head on multiple occasions. Just because it was a reckless idea didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. The only thing that he stopped them from making poor decisions this time had been her grounding question.
When she offered to sleep on the floor so they could put some space between them, Cas shook his head, “You had a fever until just two hours ago. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.” Bending down, he picked up his shirt from where he’d left it discarded at the foot of the bed. “We agreed it was a bad idea, so I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he assured her, sliding the garment over his head. As he smoothed it down over his torso, he turned back to her and smirked teasingly. “The only question is whether you can stay away from me.”
His train of thoughts went a very different direction than Iris's but it all works to the same effect xD
He's mostly scared about getting her pregnant, since it would ruin both of them because he's the heir to the throne, and she's not even a high born. Atlas would be absolutely livid.
He's mostly scared about getting her pregnant, since it would ruin both of them because he's the heir to the throne, and she's not even a high born. Atlas would be absolutely livid.
Throughout the whole of his romantic history, Cas had never been quite as tempted to throw caution to the wind as he was with Iris in their private room. The feeling of her torso pressed against his as she arched her back made his skin feel hot, and he shifted his weight as his muscles grew taut under the tension they were both feeding with their passionate kissing. His heart hammered inside his chest as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, losing his sense of reason as the heat of the moment took over his brain. Despite the repercussions, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her. She stirred a fire inside of him with which he was too unfamiliar to control. The flames demanded to be fanned, and he gave in to them with reckless abandon.
Almost instinctively, his fingers drifted toward the hem of her shirt as the spell coaxed him to take things farther. He had never slept with anyone before—truthfully, he’d never even gotten to the point of removing clothes—but he’d always had the desire to. The only reason he’d been abstinent for so long was because his father had forcibly involved himself in his love life. With each prior relationship ended too prematurely for anything to happen, coupled with his own reservations about one night stands, he’d never had the opportunity to find out what it would be like to actually go all the way. Now, with nothing to stop him besides his own stifled conscience, the devil on his shoulder had taken the wheel, and he took the fabric in his hands.
Before he could begin to lift it, though, Iris’s whispery voice made him stop. Her question was a cold reminder of the very thing he’d been trying to forget. Is this really okay? He wanted to groan in frustration as he repeated the inquiry in his mind. As much as he wanted her, he couldn’t tell her that he thought everything would be fine or that there wouldn’t be any repercussions to letting themselves be stupid for one night. “I don’t know,” he admitted reluctantly, dropping his forehead on her shoulder with a long exhale. His hands still held the hem of her shirt, but he made no move to pull at it. He knew that he still wanted this, but he couldn’t lie to her. It would have been irresponsible and selfish. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he cared about her more than most people, and—unfortunately—that meant doing the mature thing and telling her the truth. Damn you, moral compass.
“I want this,” he told her, lifting his head to meet her gaze with a frown. No matter what, he wanted to make sure she knew that he wasn’t slowing down because of anything to do with her. “But… we shouldn’t do something we’ll regret later. I mean, we don’t even have protection. I’d hate for this to turn into a catastrophe because we got careless. We’re not safe right now, we don’t know when we will be, and whether I go back to the capital or not, we’re probably going to have to jump through hoops to be together. It’s already going to be a mess without throwing a pregnancy into the mix… I don’t want to ruin your life by pretending like that couldn’t happen.”
He studied her flushed face with a twinge of discouragement. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. I wasn’t thinking.”
Almost instinctively, his fingers drifted toward the hem of her shirt as the spell coaxed him to take things farther. He had never slept with anyone before—truthfully, he’d never even gotten to the point of removing clothes—but he’d always had the desire to. The only reason he’d been abstinent for so long was because his father had forcibly involved himself in his love life. With each prior relationship ended too prematurely for anything to happen, coupled with his own reservations about one night stands, he’d never had the opportunity to find out what it would be like to actually go all the way. Now, with nothing to stop him besides his own stifled conscience, the devil on his shoulder had taken the wheel, and he took the fabric in his hands.
Before he could begin to lift it, though, Iris’s whispery voice made him stop. Her question was a cold reminder of the very thing he’d been trying to forget. Is this really okay? He wanted to groan in frustration as he repeated the inquiry in his mind. As much as he wanted her, he couldn’t tell her that he thought everything would be fine or that there wouldn’t be any repercussions to letting themselves be stupid for one night. “I don’t know,” he admitted reluctantly, dropping his forehead on her shoulder with a long exhale. His hands still held the hem of her shirt, but he made no move to pull at it. He knew that he still wanted this, but he couldn’t lie to her. It would have been irresponsible and selfish. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he cared about her more than most people, and—unfortunately—that meant doing the mature thing and telling her the truth. Damn you, moral compass.
“I want this,” he told her, lifting his head to meet her gaze with a frown. No matter what, he wanted to make sure she knew that he wasn’t slowing down because of anything to do with her. “But… we shouldn’t do something we’ll regret later. I mean, we don’t even have protection. I’d hate for this to turn into a catastrophe because we got careless. We’re not safe right now, we don’t know when we will be, and whether I go back to the capital or not, we’re probably going to have to jump through hoops to be together. It’s already going to be a mess without throwing a pregnancy into the mix… I don’t want to ruin your life by pretending like that couldn’t happen.”
He studied her flushed face with a twinge of discouragement. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. I wasn’t thinking.”
Yeah. Iris's question might be enough to get Cas to think twice though, haha. He can't lie to her and say everything is fine when he knows they're being reckless.
Same!
Cas isn't great at handling intimate situations xD He knows he's being stupid, but since he doesn't have a whole lot of experience to go by, it's hard for him to control himself
Cas isn't great at handling intimate situations xD He knows he's being stupid, but since he doesn't have a whole lot of experience to go by, it's hard for him to control himself
Iris’s words went in one ear and out the other as Caspian lost himself in the feeling of her lips pressed against his. He didn’t have the mental capacity to entertain a conversation about painkillers when he was too busy being entranced by her touch. The way she whispered his name sent shivers down his spine, and something between a growl and a sigh escaped his throat as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, he completely forgot about how tired he’d been just a few minutes ago. The way she entangled herself with him was reenergizing, and he pulled her as close as he could with his uninjured arm, injecting a little more passion into the originally tender embrace.
In the back of his head, he knew they were playing with fire. Alone in the equivalent of a hotel room, there was no one else around to interrupt them before they got carried away. The only people who could put the brakes on before they did something stupid was the two of them. However, he couldn’t help himself. He’d never felt toward anyone the way he did about Iris, and he craved to close the distance between them fully. Caught up in the whirlwind of infatuation, he leaned further into her, his heart racing wildly as she traced patterns on his bare skin with her fingers. Everything she did felt so good that he didn’t realize he’d run out of breath until she pulled back from his lips.
Panting to quell the dizziness, he shook his head in response to her question. “The worst one is the bruise on my stomach,” he breathed, indicating the discolored spot with his left hand. “The others don’t really hurt anymore.” He knew he probably looked worse off than he really was. He’d seen the peppering of bruises for himself when he’d stood in front of the mirror at Maisie’s apartment. Even though his skin was painted with purples, blues and greens, most of the spots didn’t pain him unless he pressed down on them hard. The only one that he really had to pay close attention to was the mottled patch on his abdomen, where Regis had punched and kicked him so many times that it was going to take him a while to recover.
While he spoke, he didn’t lift his gaze from her pink lips. He felt like an addict who’d just taken his first hit from a drug after weeks of withdrawal, so it was difficult for him to slow down. He wondered if she was feeling the same way, since he noticed that even when she’d paused to ask if he was hurting, she hadn’t stopped toying with his bare chest. Either way, he wasn’t done drinking his fill of her yet, so he leaned in to kiss her again, opening his mouth just a little wider while he trailed his hand up from her lower back to her shoulders.
“God, I can’t stay away from you,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers curling around her shirt against her back as he clutched her. He was more careful with his left arm, but he still placed his hand on her waist, unable to leave it dangling uninvolved at his side.
In the back of his head, he knew they were playing with fire. Alone in the equivalent of a hotel room, there was no one else around to interrupt them before they got carried away. The only people who could put the brakes on before they did something stupid was the two of them. However, he couldn’t help himself. He’d never felt toward anyone the way he did about Iris, and he craved to close the distance between them fully. Caught up in the whirlwind of infatuation, he leaned further into her, his heart racing wildly as she traced patterns on his bare skin with her fingers. Everything she did felt so good that he didn’t realize he’d run out of breath until she pulled back from his lips.
Panting to quell the dizziness, he shook his head in response to her question. “The worst one is the bruise on my stomach,” he breathed, indicating the discolored spot with his left hand. “The others don’t really hurt anymore.” He knew he probably looked worse off than he really was. He’d seen the peppering of bruises for himself when he’d stood in front of the mirror at Maisie’s apartment. Even though his skin was painted with purples, blues and greens, most of the spots didn’t pain him unless he pressed down on them hard. The only one that he really had to pay close attention to was the mottled patch on his abdomen, where Regis had punched and kicked him so many times that it was going to take him a while to recover.
While he spoke, he didn’t lift his gaze from her pink lips. He felt like an addict who’d just taken his first hit from a drug after weeks of withdrawal, so it was difficult for him to slow down. He wondered if she was feeling the same way, since he noticed that even when she’d paused to ask if he was hurting, she hadn’t stopped toying with his bare chest. Either way, he wasn’t done drinking his fill of her yet, so he leaned in to kiss her again, opening his mouth just a little wider while he trailed his hand up from her lower back to her shoulders.
“God, I can’t stay away from you,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers curling around her shirt against her back as he clutched her. He was more careful with his left arm, but he still placed his hand on her waist, unable to leave it dangling uninvolved at his side.
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