Call Out Meme

[oathshackledbird]

Status: It's finally fixed! It's big enough to be closed, though. Ongoing threads have been moved here!

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
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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[boarrowedyourwife]

Sure you do...

[As she approaches him, one arm unfolds itself from behind his head reaching out to just brush her hair before it falls to rest against the bed again.]

You have been hiding. Not coming to visit. It makes him sad you know. When you don't come to visit.

[proteusmoon]

[ She frowns, but she doesn't protest his observations. ]

Him? I'm afraid you aren't making sense. Are you not Diarmuid? If you aren't, what does it matter to you?

[boarrowedyourwife]

[A cruel, satisfied look enters his eyes.]

Oh, I am Diarmuid...much to his agonized screams and denials. We all have different...sides, wouldn't you say, Lady?

[He sits up suddenly, kneeling on the bed and bringing his face uncomfortably close to hers. That dark velvety purr has returned to his voice again only this time there is an edge of danger to it.]

I am the side of him that no longer allows itself to be bound by the chains of honor or loyalty. If I want something, I take it.

[proteusmoon]

[ The paladin's lips turn downwards into a frown at this explanation and she shies away from him when he leers at her. ]

No. This is the administrators' doing.

[ Without another look back, she turns on her heel to leave, already heading for the door. She knows what she should do, what Diarmuid would want her to, but she can't bring herself to do it. She's killed out of a misguided sense of mercy before, but she won't do that to him. She knows she can't without even seriously considering trying to. ]

[boarrowedyourwife]

[Diarmuid barely allows her one step before his arms shoot out and wrap around her waist. He then pulls her back against his chest, dropping his head against her shoulder so he can whisper in her ear.]

Don't walk away from me. Don't deny me.

[They are two simple statements, but the tone in his voice holds so many promises and threats that they are obviously much more than that.

They are a warning. The only one she is likely to get.]

[proteusmoon]

[ As soon as she feels his arms around her, her breath quickens and the muscles in her body coil like tight springs. His voice so close and deep and commanding in her ear reduces her to shivers and she can't tell if this is a reaction of fear or... something else. ]

...Stop.

[ There's no reason to whisper, but she can't raise her voice to anything more than one. ]

I will not fight you. Diarmuid... I can't... I don't want to hurt you.

[boarrowedyourwife]

That is good because I don't want to hurt you.

[Diarmuid's tongue darts out to just barely trace the edge of her ear.]

He might be screaming right now, but it's just because he's afraid of what I am going to tell you. He's afraid of me telling you what he is too scared to admit.

I want you, Cecil, which means he wants you.

[proteusmoon]

[ The wet lick to a sensitive place on her body followed by the warmth of his breath against her skin sends sensations through her that reach down to her very legs, following the touch of invisible hands that stroke over her hips and knees before finally sliding up to settle between her thighs. It makes the paladin loosen up in his possessive hold, her eyes closing and her lips parting in a silent sigh.

She blushes in shame at how powerful her reaction to him — to Diarmuid's body — wrapping around her so tightly is. Well, she has her answer now; it's not fear she feels.

His words shock her so much that she can't reconcile them with the fact that he looks almost exactly like the kind knight she knows. Diarmuid... Diarmuid doesn't feel that way about her. ]

...You're lying. Please... let me go.

[boarrowedyourwife]

Does he lie?

[Diarmuid's voice remains low, dark, and warm against her ear.]

Should I let him out so he can tell you? Oh no, he will just deny it. Even with you here and between his legs, he will deny it. Well, he will say he's denying it, but I don't know if his body would listen with you this close.

[His hands drop down and make their way up over her thighs, tracing a path that probably mimics the one that she had imagined before, though stopping short of her imagined stopping point.

Oddly enough, this seems to draw a slight angered growl from Diarmuid. He doesn't like to be denied. Especially not by someone who isn't suppose to have any power over him right now. Time to change tactics.]

But maybe...if you tell him what you want. Go on. Don't be afraid. Tell him what your body is already telling me.