IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We're gonna have to keep her away from all well-meaning superhero boys. [He growls against her neck and slides his hands around her waist and up her shirt.] You know how those boys are. [He moves to kiss her lips, nipping her lower lip lightly.] Only one thing on their minds.

[He hooks his free hand around the back of her neck while the other traces lazy circles along the edge of her spine.] Salvation. They're like overly gelled-up Jehovah's Witnesses.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

We'll beat the speedsters off her--nngh--with a stick.

[She takes a moment to kiss him again. By this point, she's ruined the shoulder of his shirt. The fabric is in shreds.]

It's your job to make sure she'll never have our level of daddy issues. [Now it's her turn to molest his neck.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Speedsters. Batman's creepy pedophilia den sidekicks-mmph. Basically anything with a heart of gold and a dick. [He cranes his neck a bit and growls suggestively.] And it's your job to make sure she doesn't do things like that... You, however? You can keep doing that.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Heart of gold? Dick? Got it. [She bites down gently on his neck and purrs.]

Cross your fingers and pray to Daddy she's a lesbian. [Which praying is the last thing he'll want to do with his girlfriend practically tonguing his ear.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He purrs and shifts a little, hooking one ankle around her ankle to edge it slightly. You know where he's going with that, but he's not openly concerned with it right now- just teasing her. His hand continues to trace patterns on her spine while he nips at her shoulders, smothering the light bruises in rough kisses.] How about we just keep her in a tower where no sex can happen period?

[Because, yeah, it's kind of a buzzkill to think your daughter might well have the power to kill a man mid-coitus... Dammit. He hated that he had to make a joke out of Jinx's pregnancy to keep himself okay with it. Every time the reality hit him, he shoved it away. Like now. Moving his hands to Jinx's thighs was more important.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

And we'll keep her hair cut short.

[Buzzkill? What buzzkill? Jinx seems perfectly fine keeping up her sex drive with the topic at hand. Speaking of hands, she likes his right where they are. Hers go to his shirt. Slowly, she rips the buttons off, one by one.]

We've got until February to build that tower. [She rolls her eyes.] God, I hate February. [Then she dives in for a kiss that's more tongue than anything.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He leans backwards, pulling one leg up so that that he's holding it against him, putting every inch of his tongue into that kiss as if he could eradicate February and all the little fears with that lustful bit of contact. He doesn't even respond to it verbally. He lets his exploring hands on her legs and on her back do all the talking for him. ]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Contemplating how to get her panties off in this position, halfway done unbuckling his belt, Jinx pulled away from the angel enough to talk.]

What if we get caught~?

[She sounds more excited about it than worried.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

They better get used to it. We're soon-to-be porn stars now. Call it rehearsal. [He didn't miss a beat before he kicked off his boots and detangled himself enough from her so the clothing optional portion of this could become a little more optional while he concentrated on turning the little indention on base of her throat into one massive bruise, sucking and biting as fervently as he could without breaking the delicate skin.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Usually, her shirt is the first thing to go, but she's slower about that. Maybe she should rethink this? Oh, to hell with it. She gets his pants undone and pulls him out through the fabric of his boxers. Fondling him, she leans over and growls against the archangel's ear.]

In the mood for taking a little...control? Because I think I wanna be bent over...

[And that way, he only has to yank down her leggings and see her back.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel's response is a low hum of pleasure at the groping, almost completely ignoring Jinx's hesitation, because, really, the blood can only rush to one place and it's not his brain.]

Is it Christmas again, already? [His tone is teasing, but he still captures her lips in a kiss that's more mouth-molestation than anything, growling slightly, to show he's more than happy to take the dominance up a little, and moves his hand down to her back to start working at her leggings. If they manage to stay in one piece, it'll be a miracle.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[That whole submission thing? Barely lasts a few seconds before she begins dominating the kiss, growling much more than slightly against his mouth. She has to forcibly restrain her claws as he tugs at her leggings.

Oh. Right. Pinning him to the ground and having at him is not what she suggested. It takes a lot of will power to pull away and flip herself around. She presses her back against his torso, straddling him. Her hand fists in his hair and she urges his mouth against her neck. She lays her head back against his shoulder, chewing at her bottom lip.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Whatever Father who used to art in Heaven would be so disappointed in him for using his angelic powers to gain access to lube, but he couldn't have cared less. For a moment, there was just the sensation and pressure of his fingers preparing her and then nothing but the sensation of pushing himself into her, not quite deep yet, but enough to illict a reaction, arms wrapping around her, lips and teeth pressed against her neck and shoulder. He draws back slightly and then again, biting her neck a bit harder and following the roughness up by gently stroking her tender breasts, circling the nipple with the tip of a finger. The beautiful thing about Gabriel was he made it all look so easy, no matter what it was.]