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TEST DRIVE MEME #40
Arrival
"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.
It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a cruise ship.
The demon stationed outsid the entrance looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend ways to spend their time while they reach new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground The Penance Community is gone. Lilith made the tough call to abandon the community and urged sinners to save both Lucifer and Barbas along the way. Everyone who arrives will appear on the ship itself after stepping through the door, regardless of where it is in the waters. There may be a bit of disorientation at first, having to travel what may be a fair distance and the residual magic of Lilith’s touch, but it will fade quickly. Don’t worry, sinners!
They are safe on the waters. The icy, icy waters that appear as if they shouldn't be navigable at all. That's possibly a bit concerning, isn't it? There's also snow falling from the skies and frozen spirits that desperately scratch at the sides of the ship to climb aboard. They're used to the boiling waters of blood, not ice. Listen carefully, you can hear their whispers of confusion and desperation. "Why is it so cold?" they ask. "We hurt!" they howl. The staff busying themselves around the ship insist it's best to not concern oneself with it too much. It's like a vacation for them, really. Best worry about yourself.
Blankets are available on request, as well as warm clothes. Not all of these items will be... modern, maybe, but they will at least keep you warm. Hot chocolate, teas, and coffees are also being handed out freely by staff in an attempt to combat the freezing temperatures.
Lucifer may be spotted around the ship, looking rather wary but up and about again at least. He's quick to reassure everyone that Mammon will be giving them aid again and that they're heading to some absolutely beautiful lands. Perhaps sinners who are familiar with them will give them a recount of what it was truly like from the last visit.
The Voyage The large luxury ship is painted a rather ominous black, giving it an intimidating feel on the outside. Once boarded, sinners will see that this initial feeling is likely unfounded. There are plenty of luxuries anyone could want, including a pool, a hot tub, and plenty of tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas provided free of charge. And that's just the deck! Bedrooms range from four person units, three person units, to couples' beds for those who wish to continue their matrimony (or who would rather avoid the hassle of potentially being paired with someone entirely new for the time being).
Not only that, but there's plenty of festive decorations saved from the hotel! Ranging from Jack O'Lanterns to spooky fake skeletons to inflatable witches, and anything in between. Just because tragedy has struck doesn't mean that the holiday spirit has disappeared! People need something to keep them distracted now, more than ever. The staff is happy to (try to) provide this.
There's also a grand bar that provides plenty of cider, mead, and ale, whiskeys from Mammon's own personal stock. These drinks range in strength and may land even the most resilient on the ground after a few sips if one isn't careful! Additionally, the drinks seem to inspire a feel good mood and chase away the dourness that seems to have settled over those in the Penance community. There's constant music playing that may inspire those around to dance, as well as rather hungry incubi and succubi wandering around. They seem eager to please in any and all ways and, like in Penance, give off a natural aphrodisiac that smells sweet to the senses.
There's also a theatre for those who may prefer to watch some festive movies (Enjoy this! There won't be any such things once sinners arrive in Mammon's domain!), an arcade for the younger crowd, and a lovely spa with saunas, massages, and any other way to treat oneself. Happy endings may be included.
The kitchens are always open and offer an array of decadent desserts, meats, vegetables, and anything else one could want. No request is too much! And don't worry, nothing is drugged or of questionable quality or origin (that one would recognize).
Reach Up High There are two methods for earning a sin removal this time around, and none of them are painful! Very painful, at the very least.
The first option is to find a way to warm the spirits who enter the ship, whether this means cuddling the spirits and sacrificing your own warmth, or finding alternative means by wrapping them in blankets or offering them warm drinks while they have the energy to make themselves solid enough to hold items. Showing kindness to those damned to eternal suffering will certainly earn some points with God.
The second option involves volunteering to watch Barbas from his cage in the lower decks of the Hell ship. Bonus points for maintaining patience and kindness even with one of Hell’s least favorite Lords.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I Lucifer is asking all sinners and demons alike to give something valuable (whether it's valuable in an actual monetary sense or just to the owner) to present to Mammon as a gift. They need to sway his favor back towards them, Lucifer insists, and gifts are the way to go. Mammon functions on greed and a love of all things unique. Items can be listed here. Those who are generous may receive special favor once they reach Mammon's lands, either in the form of special dinners, pampering, or more comfortable rooms, etc.
The second request is to kidnap the spirits climbing aboard and seeking warmth. While these guys just want to cuddle a bit or curl up next to the fires to try to chase the cold that somehow penetrates even their undead, incorporeal forms, they’re also a precious source of energy that Mammon will appreciate. While sinners are allowed to show kindness towards the spirits (much to the dismay of the staff), they will also be given bottles to capture them, also as gifts to bestow upon Mammon.
Please note that doing either of these will result in the sin of bribery and potentially betrayal being added to your list of sins.
Prompt II WARNINGS: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, body transformations, drug use, alcohol
That isn't the end of the festivities either! Not at all. The demonic staff has orchestrated a bit of fun to distract from the cold and sense of impending doom hanging in the air by way of trick or treating. Sinners will be grabbed up by eager demons and led cabin to cabin to trick or treat. Those answering the door may choose either option! Treats may be in the form of candy, booze, or other trinkets or whatever one may consider a 'treat', and if a trick is chosen? Well, if you've just set yourself up for a little bit of a prank, haven't you? Good luck trying to figure out ways to appease the eager demons wanting a show! They just want to know they're appreciated, you know. Things have been rough.
For those who aren't terribly interested in any such thing, the staff has also decided on the perfect way to deal with any residual ghost trauma... which is telling ghost stories, of course. On the deck, there's been a special place set up with a fire pit (don't worry, it's being carefully watched! Last thing they need is a fire on the ship...) and blankets. There's also an array of food and drink while the goblins formerly of the library urge sinners to gather around for some story time. Sinners may listen to the goblins or share their own encounters with the spirits.
While they hardly managed to save much in the way of costumes, there's even an impromptu costume competition going on for those who may wish to try to piece together something from what odds and ends did make it to the ship. Voting will be done via sinners and rewards will be in the form of candies. Actual candy, don't worry! The barista from Helluvacup will also be out and about with Bean to spread cheer in the form of Halloween themed pastries and coffees with little spiders drawn in the foam (that may or may not look like spiders. Don't criticize him! Bean will protect his master with lovely disease-ridden bites.)
Of course, for all the well-intentioned shenanigans of the staff, the succubi and incubi are adding their own twist to things. Some have decided to taint the chocolates to add additional energy in the air. Once again, the sex demons feel as if they're famished with the lack of energy and they're doing their best to makeup for it... whether the sinners are aware of it or not. These chocolates the devilish incubi and succubi pass out will have a multitude of effects:
In addition, the sex demons will urge sinners in keeping each other warm in any sense of the word. What better ways than sharing some body heat? Or maybe adding a bit of candleplay to the mix...
If none of that tickles your fancy, there are also a wealth of drugs available to partake in, as well as a fight night happening below deck on one of the lower levels. Fights are carried out among sinners and demons alike, with plenty of help standing by to patch those injured up. Those partaking in either watching or actively participating may swap sins as bets, or anything else they may be willing to risk losing.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a cruise ship.
The demon stationed outsid the entrance looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend ways to spend their time while they reach new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground The Penance Community is gone. Lilith made the tough call to abandon the community and urged sinners to save both Lucifer and Barbas along the way. Everyone who arrives will appear on the ship itself after stepping through the door, regardless of where it is in the waters. There may be a bit of disorientation at first, having to travel what may be a fair distance and the residual magic of Lilith’s touch, but it will fade quickly. Don’t worry, sinners!
They are safe on the waters. The icy, icy waters that appear as if they shouldn't be navigable at all. That's possibly a bit concerning, isn't it? There's also snow falling from the skies and frozen spirits that desperately scratch at the sides of the ship to climb aboard. They're used to the boiling waters of blood, not ice. Listen carefully, you can hear their whispers of confusion and desperation. "Why is it so cold?" they ask. "We hurt!" they howl. The staff busying themselves around the ship insist it's best to not concern oneself with it too much. It's like a vacation for them, really. Best worry about yourself.
Blankets are available on request, as well as warm clothes. Not all of these items will be... modern, maybe, but they will at least keep you warm. Hot chocolate, teas, and coffees are also being handed out freely by staff in an attempt to combat the freezing temperatures.
Lucifer may be spotted around the ship, looking rather wary but up and about again at least. He's quick to reassure everyone that Mammon will be giving them aid again and that they're heading to some absolutely beautiful lands. Perhaps sinners who are familiar with them will give them a recount of what it was truly like from the last visit.
The Voyage The large luxury ship is painted a rather ominous black, giving it an intimidating feel on the outside. Once boarded, sinners will see that this initial feeling is likely unfounded. There are plenty of luxuries anyone could want, including a pool, a hot tub, and plenty of tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas provided free of charge. And that's just the deck! Bedrooms range from four person units, three person units, to couples' beds for those who wish to continue their matrimony (or who would rather avoid the hassle of potentially being paired with someone entirely new for the time being).
Not only that, but there's plenty of festive decorations saved from the hotel! Ranging from Jack O'Lanterns to spooky fake skeletons to inflatable witches, and anything in between. Just because tragedy has struck doesn't mean that the holiday spirit has disappeared! People need something to keep them distracted now, more than ever. The staff is happy to (try to) provide this.
There's also a grand bar that provides plenty of cider, mead, and ale, whiskeys from Mammon's own personal stock. These drinks range in strength and may land even the most resilient on the ground after a few sips if one isn't careful! Additionally, the drinks seem to inspire a feel good mood and chase away the dourness that seems to have settled over those in the Penance community. There's constant music playing that may inspire those around to dance, as well as rather hungry incubi and succubi wandering around. They seem eager to please in any and all ways and, like in Penance, give off a natural aphrodisiac that smells sweet to the senses.
There's also a theatre for those who may prefer to watch some festive movies (Enjoy this! There won't be any such things once sinners arrive in Mammon's domain!), an arcade for the younger crowd, and a lovely spa with saunas, massages, and any other way to treat oneself. Happy endings may be included.
The kitchens are always open and offer an array of decadent desserts, meats, vegetables, and anything else one could want. No request is too much! And don't worry, nothing is drugged or of questionable quality or origin (that one would recognize).
Reach Up High There are two methods for earning a sin removal this time around, and none of them are painful! Very painful, at the very least.
The first option is to find a way to warm the spirits who enter the ship, whether this means cuddling the spirits and sacrificing your own warmth, or finding alternative means by wrapping them in blankets or offering them warm drinks while they have the energy to make themselves solid enough to hold items. Showing kindness to those damned to eternal suffering will certainly earn some points with God.
The second option involves volunteering to watch Barbas from his cage in the lower decks of the Hell ship. Bonus points for maintaining patience and kindness even with one of Hell’s least favorite Lords.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I Lucifer is asking all sinners and demons alike to give something valuable (whether it's valuable in an actual monetary sense or just to the owner) to present to Mammon as a gift. They need to sway his favor back towards them, Lucifer insists, and gifts are the way to go. Mammon functions on greed and a love of all things unique. Items can be listed here. Those who are generous may receive special favor once they reach Mammon's lands, either in the form of special dinners, pampering, or more comfortable rooms, etc.
The second request is to kidnap the spirits climbing aboard and seeking warmth. While these guys just want to cuddle a bit or curl up next to the fires to try to chase the cold that somehow penetrates even their undead, incorporeal forms, they’re also a precious source of energy that Mammon will appreciate. While sinners are allowed to show kindness towards the spirits (much to the dismay of the staff), they will also be given bottles to capture them, also as gifts to bestow upon Mammon.
Please note that doing either of these will result in the sin of bribery and potentially betrayal being added to your list of sins.
Prompt II WARNINGS: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, body transformations, drug use, alcohol
That isn't the end of the festivities either! Not at all. The demonic staff has orchestrated a bit of fun to distract from the cold and sense of impending doom hanging in the air by way of trick or treating. Sinners will be grabbed up by eager demons and led cabin to cabin to trick or treat. Those answering the door may choose either option! Treats may be in the form of candy, booze, or other trinkets or whatever one may consider a 'treat', and if a trick is chosen? Well, if you've just set yourself up for a little bit of a prank, haven't you? Good luck trying to figure out ways to appease the eager demons wanting a show! They just want to know they're appreciated, you know. Things have been rough.
For those who aren't terribly interested in any such thing, the staff has also decided on the perfect way to deal with any residual ghost trauma... which is telling ghost stories, of course. On the deck, there's been a special place set up with a fire pit (don't worry, it's being carefully watched! Last thing they need is a fire on the ship...) and blankets. There's also an array of food and drink while the goblins formerly of the library urge sinners to gather around for some story time. Sinners may listen to the goblins or share their own encounters with the spirits.
While they hardly managed to save much in the way of costumes, there's even an impromptu costume competition going on for those who may wish to try to piece together something from what odds and ends did make it to the ship. Voting will be done via sinners and rewards will be in the form of candies. Actual candy, don't worry! The barista from Helluvacup will also be out and about with Bean to spread cheer in the form of Halloween themed pastries and coffees with little spiders drawn in the foam (that may or may not look like spiders. Don't criticize him! Bean will protect his master with lovely disease-ridden bites.)
Of course, for all the well-intentioned shenanigans of the staff, the succubi and incubi are adding their own twist to things. Some have decided to taint the chocolates to add additional energy in the air. Once again, the sex demons feel as if they're famished with the lack of energy and they're doing their best to makeup for it... whether the sinners are aware of it or not. These chocolates the devilish incubi and succubi pass out will have a multitude of effects:
Milk Chocolate - inspires lust so strong, one cannot control it. It may lead to begging or public displays of self-pleasure.At least the succubi and incubi are being cordial enough to lead sinners off to a private area of the ship they've filled with plush cushions and bedding for the fun... mostly.
Dark Chocolate - inspires the urge to dominate and aggression. It's time to take control and take what you want.
Chocolate covered cherries - inspire the urge to be submissive and the urge to please those around, in multiples if possible.
Chocolates filled with liqueurs - Inspires loose lips. Suddenly, the most appalling filth will be falling from your lips, every filthy desire there that you've kept hidden is now out in the open. How will others react?
Mint chocolate - May inspire transformations. Whether this is of the animalistic variety or sex, it is entirely up in the air. All of these effects can absolutely be mixed. Take as many chocolates as you like!
In addition, the sex demons will urge sinners in keeping each other warm in any sense of the word. What better ways than sharing some body heat? Or maybe adding a bit of candleplay to the mix...
If none of that tickles your fancy, there are also a wealth of drugs available to partake in, as well as a fight night happening below deck on one of the lower levels. Fights are carried out among sinners and demons alike, with plenty of help standing by to patch those injured up. Those partaking in either watching or actively participating may swap sins as bets, or anything else they may be willing to risk losing.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
Rules | Taken | Reserves | Applications
Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
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[ Jesse scoffs playfully, and yet isn't there a hint of truth to that? For all the bravado and the blowfishing that Jesse's done in the months before his arrival in Hell, underneath it all is someone who has maybe always been a little unsure of his place in the world. Of where he belongs, if anywhere.
To him, winning Jane's favor had been something of a challenge, sure. They'd come a long way from that first day, when she'd threatened to have his "skinny ass tossed out by the dumpster" should he cause any trouble in their duplex. And though things had only gotten better from there, a piece of him always held some kernel of disbelief every time he would wake up next to her.
He can only nod a little when Jane comments on his loneliness. Yeah, he's made some friends here. Nacho and Saul from back home, Daryl and Carol whom he'd come to know since his arrival, and a number of other acquaintances, but none of them had ever managed to fill what felt like a void left in his heart knowing that he'd left Jane behind. There's a bit of guilt, too, as if he had wished her here to this awful place.
Jesse feels his pulse pick up pace as Jane's face nears his and there's a sad sort of smile as she brushes a stray tear from under his eyes. To Jesse, it's been six long months since he's seen her, and he has to remind himself that it isn't the same for her. He can't help but steal a kiss, though he's trying to slow himself down and doing his best not to get too riled up because, well, she understandably might not be in the mood for much of anything having just gotten here and still coming to terms with her own demise. Luckily, he's always been good at reading people, so he gauges her reaction to the kiss as he slides a hand up into her long, dark hair. He can't help but get a bit lost in it, tipping his head to the side, body thrumming with sensation as his thumb slides along her jawline. He remembers himself suddenly when a soft groan vibrates deeply in his throat and he pauses, pressing his forehead to hers as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Sorry. I can--I can chill...
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[ Not everyone who have the confidence to try to flirt with the girl who threatened to have them thrown out on their ass, after all. A surprising amount of them are threatened by her. Jesse has a rare mix of daring and something almost innocent about him, that uncertain part looking for his place in the world.
It's a very rare, intoxicating combination.
Maybe it's the aphrodisiacs in the air (not that they would need that to want to be together), maybe it's just the relief of seeing him and knowing that, at least if she has to be in Hell she doesn't have to face it alone, maybe it's just young love, but when he kisses her Jane makes a muffled little noise against his mouth. Not quite a moan, but close.
His hands winding through her hair send pleasant tingles down her spine, and the smell of him surrounds her.
When he pulls away, catching his bread, he can probably feel her moving her head from side to side, just a little. She likes the feeling of their foreheads pressed together. ]
No. No. Don't "chill." I like it.
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[ Yeah, there comes that cheesy side of him again that he just can't help around her. Partly because he means it and partly because it always gets a reaction out of her, whether it's a playfully dissatisfied groan or a genuine smile. Confidence, yeah. If he didn't have any of that he definitely wouldn't have ever had the balls to even try talking to Jane. But he was persistent, even timing his cigarette breaks with hers just so they'd have an excuse to chat on their back patios. When Jesse really puts his mind to something, he rarely fails.
And now she's suddenly back, after six months of thinking he'd never see her again, after experiencing the trauma of her death only days ago and feeling himself go to pieces all over again. It's almost too good to be true and yeah, maybe it is the aphrodisiacs or maybe it's just the fact that he can't keep his hands off of her because he needs to know that this is real. That she's real. That she won't evaporate into wisps of smoke beneath his touches. He can't lose her. Not again. He almost certainly wouldn't survive it this time. ]
Yeah?
[ He wants her. God, he does. But he'll wait for all eternity if that's what she wants. For now, he tests the waters, leans in close again to brush his lips against hers before he deepens the kiss slowly. His tongue brushes over the seam of hers, begging for entrance as his hands slide down her sides to squeeze her hips gently. ]
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When she first arrived here, she wasn't sure if she'd ever get to see him again, let alone touch him. Let alone do this.
She still doesn't think Jesse belongs in Hell. But she'll take it. God, selfishly, horribly, even though she knows she wouldn't, she'll take it. Some part of her that she knows is wrong--- probably the part of her, or one of the parts of her, that doomed her to this place in the first place, can't help being spitefully glad they get to be alone together with nobody to get in their way or tell them they can't see each other.
Jane's hips buck a little again as he squeezes them. One hand drifts away from him so her finger can slide in between her skin and the waistband of his boxer shorts.
The ones she just put on.
Eventually she pulls away from the kiss to speak, eyes looking at him half with affection, half dilated and glazed over and glassy from arousal. ]
Wow. I guess I really got dressed too soon, huh? [ If you can call sliding his boxers on 'dressed'... But he wants this, and so does she. So why let something clothes stand in their way? ]
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He's breathless, again, when Jane pulls back from the kiss, and he fights to catch his breath as he focuses on her face, blue eyes flicking down at her kiss-swollen lips and then back up to her eyes; warm brown orbs he could get lost in forever.
And that's something else. Knowing they have an eternity to figure things out. To be together without risk. He feels selfish, too. Jesse never wanted a fate like this for Jane. Not in a million years. But he can't help but feel grateful for the gift he's been given. A second chance.
Jesse's hand slips free of Jane's hair, his fingers resting against her jaw as the pad of his thumb slides over her cheek. ]
Whoops. [ Sorry, not sorry. ] Guess I'll just have to keep you warm instead.
[ Jesse leans in again, smile fading as he mouths at her jawline rather than her lips, letting his lips trail down to her neck where he gently sucks an open-mouthed kiss to her warm skin, feeling her pulse beat against his lips. He pulls back again more fully, loosening his grip on her hips so she can get up to get the boxers off once more. He lifts his arms to reach for the rear of his collar, pulling his shirt up and forward to take it off.
His chest is slightly pink already, the Asian art inspired dragon tattoo on the left side of his chest standing out against his flushed skin. He reaches down, a clinking sound filling the air between them as he starts to unfasten his belt. ]
Shit...I want you so bad...
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Yeah? How are you going to do that?
[ He answers her question by pressing his mouth gently against her jawline she sighs softly. It's an involuntary noise, one she doesn't even realize comes from her when she hears it. Her eyes, already dilated slightly, close momentarily before opening to fix on his dragon tattoo. She rests both hands gently on his chest, feeling the warm flush of his skin, the quiet pounding thud of his heartbat, before she slides off of him and stands up. She shimmies out of his boxer shorts, letting them slide off of her as easily as they had gone on and to his floor.
Then she pulls at the hem of his shirt, flipping it up and tossing it over her head and hurling it to the floor. It's a relief to get it off, she realizes. Who wants to walk around in the clothing they died in?
Her bare breasts are flushed pink, heaving from the force of her breath, nipples hard and peaked. She's standing there in nothing but her panties now, as she leans down to help him yank his pants off for him once he gets his belt off. ]
I want you more.
[ If she's able to get his pants off, with his help, her next move will be to shimmy out of her panties, too. She feels like she's living in a dream right now, one she doesn't want to wake up from. It can't be real, to be here with him right after what just happened, but it feels real. Nothing has ever felt more real. ]
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He stands, instinctively pulling her against his chest as his jeans pool around his ankles. He steps out of the tangle of fabric around his feet, thumbs hooking into the elastic of Jane's panties. ]
Nuh uh...that ain't possible...
[ Jesse's voice is deeper than usual, thick and rough with lust as he punctuates his words with presses of his lips against hers as he works the panties off over her hips. He's kissing her more fully, almost frantically as he gets his own boxers off and urges her back towards the bed. It might not be the brand new pillow-top they'd tested out on the day it got delivered, but it's not uncomfortable. One hand peels back the blanket and sheet for her, the other bracing against the edge of the mattress as Jane gets settled on top of it.
Jesse wants her. Of course he does. Whether it feels like he just saw her, or hadn't in months. Whether they were cursed to spend an eternity in Hell or not, this is the closest he's felt to bliss maybe ever. And, yeah, it does feel a lot like he might wake up from this any second; as though it's a dream that'll fade once he opens his eyes and realizes himself. But it doesn't. Not even as he climbs onto the bed after her, settling himself between her parted thighs to slide a hand up her side and back down again.
As badly as he wants her; as much as his body's screaming for some kind of relief, he takes his time with her, arms quaking ever so slightly as he cranes his neck to meet her lips with his again. His body settles feather-light on top of hers, hips grinding slow but desperate, a nearly involuntary move. He's not inside her, but his dick finds the crease between her body and thigh, pressing eagerly against her. Jesse kisses Jane more fully, more deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he shifts his weight to one palm so he can snake the other hand down between their bodies. ]
Y-you want me on top? Like this?
[ He's always aimed to please. Now's no different. ]
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She can feel the twitch of his dick against her inner thigh and she swallows. The feeling of him on top of her is nice, welcoming. It makes her feel safe. Protected.
She nods. ]
Yeah. Just like this. Forever.
[ Well, that's not very practical, Jane. But it's how she feels in the moment.
Normally, she's always figured she would be the one to protect him, something she's always been willing and happy to do. But-- after what just happened-- she likes having the safety of him being between her and rest of the world.
Her neck is flushed scarlet. Her breasts are heaving. Her back arches as he snakes a hand between them, and both of her hands run up and down his back, feeling the taut muscle under his warm skin, as she makes a breathy noise halfway between a whimper and sigh.
She's soaking wet. He can probably feel it. ]
Come on, baby. Please. Please. Don't make me wait anymore...
[ And hey! Weird upside to being cursed to eternal damnation? No need to worry about birth control or condoms! So there's that, too. ]
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Right now, though, he just wants her to feel good. He slides his hand between her legs, shifting himself off of her a bit to make room. ]
Damn, you're so wet for me...
[ Jesse notices aloud and he presses a kiss to the spot between Jane's neck and shoulder, sliding down her body some to mouth at one of her breasts. He uses his lips and tongue to tease her nipple to a hardened peak before giving the other side the same attention. He's breathless when he pulls back to look at her face as he presses two fingers inside of her, palm up so he can circle her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Jesse groans at the feel of her muscles twitching around his fingers and he eventually withdraws them, shifting so he can fit his hips between her thighs again. He grabs a hold of his cock this time, giving himself a few strokes before he lines himself up, letting go as he rocks his hips forward. He sucks in a sharp breath as he sinks deep inside of her, stilling himself for a moment just so they can both adjust. ]
Oh, fuuuck, babe...
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It occurs to her how easily she could take advantage of him. But she doesn't want to. She just wants to be with him, near him, around him, have him inside of and on top of her.
She breathes out one word when he says she's wet for him. ]
Yeah.
[ And she is, too. Soaking. When she feels him playing with her clit she lets out a moan that's almost pained, but in a good way. Her face is cherry red, beads of sweat starting to form at her hairline and trickle down the edges of her temple. Her back arches a little, involuntarily, as he slides inside her and her eyes almost but don't quite close.
One hand is still on his back, tracing gently along the dent of his spine. The other finds its way up to his shoulders, affectionately resting there as she gets used to feeling him inside of her. She smiles warmly.
And then she makes a sound that's halfway between speaking actual words and simply gasping. ]
Jesse.
[ The hand on his shoulder gives a gentle squeeze before it finds the back of his head. She slowly moves up a little bit, before she kisses him, pressing her lips to his. Finally, her head and her hand drop back down, resting on the bed underneath him. She's still talking in the same breathy voice, but there's a little more decisiveness, a little less dreaminess now. ]
Fuck me.
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Jesse shudders when he feels Jane's short nails trace along his spine, he other hand steadying and grounding him as it curls over the top of his freckled shoulder. He smiles back, but the expression drops away for his mouth to fall open at that delicious sound she makes when she half-sighs and half-speaks his name. Fuck. He could listen to that every day for all eternity and never get sick of it. His cock twitches inside of her, pulsing eagerly, and when she breathes that command "fuck me", he can't think of anything else he'd rather do.
Jesse's nose wrinkles up a little, teeth baring slightly as he pulls back nearly all the way and then slides home again. One of his palms is pressed to the mattress, fingers spread to create a stable base as the other moves down to grab a hold of Jane's leg behind her thigh so he can hike it up his hip some, changing the angle. He holds it there for a few strokes before letting go and using both hands for leverage against the mattress as he starts to thrust harder. He can't help the grunts that punctuate his movements. His eyes are half-lidded with lust, but he manages to keep them open enough to focus on Jane's face, nothing but adoration in his gaze. Yeah, they're in Hell, and he knows it's only a matter of time before some aphrodisiac causes her to climb into bed with someone else, but all he can hope for is that it's nothing like this. Like what they have. It dawns on him that he's only ever verbalized his love for her after she'd been gone, but he swallows that thought, shaking it free as he starts rocking his hips against her harder, faster, wanting her to feel every jarring collision of their bodies. She wanted him to fuck her, and Jane always gets what she wants. ]
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She thought she might want it soft and gentle at first, after what she'd, they'd just been through, but she realizes she doesn't. That's too ghostly, too soft, too ethereal. She wants it to feel real, and hard, and when he starts to rock harder and faster she moans without even realizing it. Her crimson painted nails rake down his back; not enough to break the skin, or do actual damage, but enough for him to feel it. Enough to leave some long, albeit temporary, red marks down his back. She wants him to feel it too, she wants him to know that she's real and she's here and she wants him to feel every bit of her. Her breath is warm and quick, almost heaving. ]
Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes, baby! Harder! Come on! [ She grinds against him a little in between thrusts. The pleasurable, tingling tension builds; it feels like it's spreading from her groin all the way up to her stomach and through her body. Her dark hair is spread out around her on the bed, and when he thrusts again, she makes a noise again, halfway between a noise and a grunt. Maybe she'll be embarrassed later by how loud she's being, wondering if anyone can hear her; or maybe she won't even care, just happy to be together again, entwined in each other's arms. But her brain can't think on that level right now. Her brain doesn't feel like part of the equation at all. Her body and, more importantly, her heart are calling the shots right now.
Jesse doesn't need to worry. Her body might also call the shots later when it's driving her into someone else's arms, like he knows it eventually will, but her heart will only ever be for him. ]
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She eggs him on with her chants of harder and Jesse grunts through gritted teeth as he reaches up to curl his fingers over the top edge of the mattress for extra leverage. It's a good thing these beds are bolted to the wall, or he's certain the headboard would be slamming into it by now, much to the chagrin of any potential neighbors. Let's just hope the rooms are relatively soundproofed. ]
Oh, fuck, Jane--
[ Her name falls easily from his lips, a strangled sort of moan following involuntarily. The sweat is sliding down his temples now, his face and chest flushed deep pink. He feels the heat spreading in his lower abdomen, coiling up like a spring readying itself to let go but he tries to ignore the sensation, focusing hard on getting her off first. He's not about to fuck this up and come too quick, even though his body is starting to scream at him to let go. Jesse grimaces in pleasure, his thrusts getting a little more frantic and uneven but still, he persists. He'd do literally anything for her.
Jesse licks over his lips, tasting the salt of his own sweat and, even though his eyes are threatening to close, he forces himself to keep them open, something inside of him frightened that if they close for too long, it'll be someone else beneath him when they open again--that this might really be just another cruel trick Hell has to torture him with. He shifts to get up on his knees, bending Jane's legs some and gripping the backs of her thighs so he can get at her that much deeper. He lets out a noise almost like a whimper when the pleasure nearly overwhelms him. ]
Fuh--fuuuck; I-I'm gettin' close, baby...
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But it's different for her. She tries to retain some composure, most of the time. She's not as free as Jesse is. She never has been.
But sometimes she can't help losing herself a little. Or a lot. Especially when it comes to him.
Her toes curl as he grunts her name. She can feel the bed rock under her and hear it squeaking and that's when it happens---]
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod babe I'm coming BABE!!
[ It comes out in a loud, moaned, involuntary rush, and it's followed by a loud gasp. He can probably feel her clenching and tightening around his dick in a way she has no control over her. Waves and waves of pleasure wash over her, so distracting that she almost feels like she's floating or on another planet or something--- she can feel him gripping her thighs and she half-moans, half-screams, then she hears him saying he's coming and she tosses her head back, her flushed neck completely exposed to him. ]
Come on, baby. Come for me. Come on. Come on.
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The mattress is creaking beneath Jesse's efforts, the sound melding with the wet slap of their bodies meeting again and again, his breaths hitching unevenly as they catch in his throat. Jane's voice rises above it all, suddenly and sharply, sending shivers down his spine but he fucks her through her orgasm, managing to hold on even as she mercilessly clenches around his dick.
But then Jane says the magic words and tells him to come for her, and whatever semblance of self-control he had just flies right out the window. He quivers as he pounds into her unevenly, a low groan nearly a growl rumbling in his throat before he goes silent altogether, mouth hanging open as the pleasure comes to a sharp peak. He forgets to breathe, even, for a few moments as his hips shudder against hers. His dick pulses as he spills inside of her for the first time. They've always been pretty careful protection-wise, but being that this is Hell there's really no need for that anymore.
It almost catches Jesse off-guard--how good it feels and he chokes out a groan once he finds his voice, his thrusts slowing to long, deep strokes before he stops all together and just breathes hard, looking down at Jane. ]
Holy shit.
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She sits up a little, and the hand that had been running down his back reaches up to gently cup the back of Jesse's head, to pull him into a deep kiss. Holy shit is right. ]
Oh my God. That was awesome, baby.
[ Her face breaks into a wide grin she couldn't hide if she wanted to. Which she definitely, definitely doesn't. ]
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He licks over his lips when Jane pulls back to talk, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He can't help that. She doesn't smile wide and bright like that so often, so whenever she does, it's contagious. ]
You're totally gonna wear me out by the time this ship docks, huh?
[ Jesse laughs, grimacing briefly as he slowly rolls his hips backward to pull out of her, a soft sound leaving him as he does. He doesn't go far, though, shifting onto his side next to her, sliding an arm across her torso to pull her closer. ]
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She's still breathing hard. ]
Oh, please. Since when is it even possible to wear you out?
[ She's enjoying the feeling of his arm around her waist, the light pressure of it, the smell of him surrounding her. One of her hands reaches up to coast through his hair, and then come to rest gently on his cheek, one finger rubbing lightly. ]
But I might try.
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What...is...is that s'posed to be a threat?
[ His soft scoffed laugh and the way he nudges Jane's nose with his says he knows better. But he likes teasing her as much as she does him, and a moment like this is the first time in Hell that's felt...normal. Like he could forget about everything for a while and just be lost in the moment. She'd done the same thing for him while they were both alive. He wishes they could have lived a little more...experienced a little more. But he knows he's luckier than most are, having her here with him again. Even if it's both a gift and a curse. Maybe he just wants to look on the bright side. Just a little longer. He trails his fingers up and down her side lightly, his eyes slipping shut for a moment at the feel of her finger as it brushes against his cheek. ]
Oh, just might?
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[ After everything she's been through, Jane can't imagine what she could have possibly done to earn a second chance with him, even if it is in Hell. Right now, it certainly doesn't feel like Hell to her at all. It feels like anything but. The soft flesh of his cheek under her fingertips, the familiar, reassuring feeling of his fingers trailing up and down her sides, making her body buzz pleasantly.
Jane's smile is wide, but dreamy. The look in her eyes, when bothers to have that open, is hazy but disbelieving. ]
Yeah. Might. [ She giggles. ] Who knows. What if I have better things to do in Hell?
[ The way she says it is deliberately sarcastic. They both know she can't think of a better way to spend her time than with him, in or out of Hell. ]
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[ Jesse laughs, squeezing Jane's side briefly in that one spot he knows makes her ticklish. His smile fades a little after, as he watches her, taking in the sight as he lays close. It's still very much surreal to him. He'd seen her before, in Hell, but it had always been an illusion; a trick; another element of torture for him. A little piece of him is still expecting her to disappear, even though this is the longest and most vivid of any of the times he'd seen her here before. It feels too real not to be, but a part of him is scared to have it all ripped away again. ]
Hey--you might find somethin' else to do. Who knows...maybe I can get my hands on some tattoo equipment for you or somethin'. Bet there'd be a pretty decent customer base for that sorta thing around here. I ain't met anybody else around yet who does it, either, so...
[ Jesse lazily lifts a shoulder up towards his ear, reaching up to brush some hair back away from Jane's face affectionately before he rests his hand against the side of it, thumb sweeping across her angled cheekbone. Of course he wants to spend all the time with her he can, and he's sure she does too. But he'd totally back her if she wanted to start up some kind of business around here. At least her skills are useful. The only thing he's really good at, well...he's not so sure he'd want to get back into that in Hell. And it's not like he can find bush pilot lessons here, either. He'll just have to start from scratch, but luckily Jesse's always been good at flying by the seat of his pants. ]
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And his eyes really are so, so blue. She knows that, of course, but with his face inches from hers, it’s even more obvious.
When he suggests she start tattooing people, though, her eyes lit up. Really, her whole face does, like somebody switched a light on inside her head. ]
Wait. Nobody else does tattoos in Hell? But it’s, like… Hell. [ Jane laughs incredulously. Then her voice softens. ] Jesse, that’s a great idea. You can be my business manager.
Or I could teach you! To do tattoos. You’re already an okay [ she’s not actually winking when she says that, but by her tone of voice she must as well be ] artist. I’m sure you’d pick up on it, like, eventually.
[ Jane enjoys the feeling of Jesse’s hand on her cheek for just a moment before reaching out with both hands to hug him close. ]
Hey, I know it’s super rude to just invite yourself over to somebody else’s house— or demonic cruise ship cabin— but would it be okay with you if I stayed here for more then just tonight?
[ Jane won’t say it out loud, but she doesn’t think she’s ready to be alone by herself, not just yet. ]
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[ Jesse's face grows serious and he licks over his lips. He squeezes Jane's hip and then slides his hand up her side to brush along the spot between her neck and shoulder. He's pulled in suddenly for a hug, but he sinks into it once Jane starts speaking. He nods but at the end he pulls back--far enough to make eye contact with her. His expression grows serious, almost somber. ]
Uh...I dunno. See, um. The thing is...I have this girlfriend?
[ At first Jesse looks totally serious. It's actually a ninth fucking wonder of the world that he's been able to keep a straight face for this long. ]
Normally I totally would, but she's like. She has this whole Don't Be An Asshole policy? So I don't know. She might kick your ass. Or, y'know, get someone to 'throw your ass out by the dumpster'
[ Jesse's face cracks, a smile breaking through, as much as he tries to hold it back. ]
She's this tattoo artist who doesn't have any tattoos. I mean...shit I wouldn't fuck with her if I were you.
[ He laughs, a soft huff, mostly silent, but a bright grin breaks across his face before he licks over his lips and then presses close to kiss her. He pulls back enough to mutter, though their faces are still close. ]
You can stay. 'm all yours.
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Uh-huh. So if she has such a strict No Assholes policy, then why’d she let you in?
[ When he says she can stay, though? And that he’s ‘all hers’? Jane practically melts, smiling big, her eyes even tearing up a little with happiness and gratitude. ]
Thank you.
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Wow, ouch. I dunno. I guess I'm just charming like that.
[ Jesse quickly shifts his tone, though, particularly when he notices that Jane's actually tearing up a little. He slides his hand down her cheek and the side of her neck before he lifts it to wrap his arm around her back, splaying his fingers at the small of it. ]
You don't needa thank me. Feels good havin' you around again, y'know? Maybe we're one of the lucky ones who gets a do-over.
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