Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

[oathshackledbird]

Edit: Closing this one out for now. Please put all new threads here! Thanks!
Fifth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 V
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x ) ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[athousandcurses]

[Grainne's mouth drops open with a squeak when he turns, pressing her hands against her face to try and cool it.

Every single muscle seems to stand out on its own, and she starts feeling a little weak just staring.]

Th-the best sculptor in the world would envy you as a model... please stop teasing me...

[oathshackledbird]

I think you exaggerate.

[Though he says that, Diarmuid's grin seems to imply otherwise. He beckons her over with one hand.]

Besides, you haven't even touched me yet. How can you tell anything just by looking?

[Stop teasing? Never.]

[athousandcurses]

[Shaking her head, she draws closer, placing her hands at his waist... and freezes for a moment. Letting out a deep breath, she closes her eyes and presses her forehead against his back. She does as he wants driven by desire, trailing her hands over his back and down, running her fingers over his briefs.

Slowly, her hands move from his back to his front, dipping into the waistband of the briefs.]

Is that better, my knight?

[oathshackledbird]

Only if you don't stop...

[His voice is a whisper, but also husky with desire. Diarmuid's teasing might have backfired a little as good as having her touch him feels. Now, instead of finishing their lunch in this new clothing, he is thinking of many other things they can do in it...

...and then out of it. And really, there is no hope of cooling himself down this time. Not with her touching him like that.]

Suddenly, I am much less inclined to worry about lunch...

[athousandcurses]

[Humming, Grainne raises her hands again to tease all the muscles in his stomach, grinning against his back.]

If it is too much, I can go softly... but why do I get the feeling I will be pinned to the bed very soon and forget all about lunch?

[She laughs with joy then, turning her teasing touch into a tight embrace.]

All I need is you.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid groans and leans back against her as much as he can without risking overbalancing her.]

You think that because you know me and know I am weak to you and your touch.

[He shifts, turning his head so that he can try to steal a kiss from her.]

If you are thinking about being pinned to the bed and I am thinking of pinning you to the bed...why should we question fate?

[Or good fun because it will be a lot of fun...]

[athousandcurses]

[With her head as it is, all he gets is a mouthful of hair and another laugh, this one teasing.]

Then... what are you waiting for? That is one fate I look forward to...

Think it's about time to hit that FTB?

[oathshackledbird]

Well, if the lady insists...

[Diarmuid smirks at her, eyes twinkling with promise. Then, in the blink of an eye, Grainne will find herself scooped up into his arms. She won't stay there long, though, as the bed is her final resting spot, with Diarmuid straddling her and looking down at her.]

There...better?

yup!

[athousandcurses]

[Relaxing into the softness, Grainne smiles at him, reaching up to caress his face.]

Much better, my dear one. Let me make you as happy as you have made me...