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Call Me Out Meme #2
The other one was getting overcrowded with lots of comments, so here's a new general all-purpose post for random RP stuffs.
Here is my muselist! Anyone currently listed as being played in a game or in the 'Homeless/Memes/Museboxes' section is fair game for threading.
Instructions:
1) Leave a top-level comment with the name of one of my muses and a thread starter.
2) PM me to let me know you did that, since I don't get notifs for new comments to this post.
3) Let the pretendy funtimes begin!
Here is my muselist! Anyone currently listed as being played in a game or in the 'Homeless/Memes/Museboxes' section is fair game for threading.
Instructions:
1) Leave a top-level comment with the name of one of my muses and a thread starter.
2) PM me to let me know you did that, since I don't get notifs for new comments to this post.
3) Let the pretendy funtimes begin!
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Thanks...
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[Yeah, he's definitely found a tight spot. Ann's posture stiffens and she curls her fingers against the couch cushions as he pushes in against her foot.]
Mm... r-right there, it's really tight.
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[ And it's not the only thing that's tense. How can he pop a boner now, of all times? He was helping her! He wasn't even doing anything sexual! ]
Does it help when I rub it?
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[She can already feel the muscle loosening under his touch. Yawning and leaning back, she stretches her legs, pushing her toes forward.]
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[ He is not popping a boner in vain! ... well yeah no he's not getting any but his discomfort is helping Ann feel better. Somehow. In a way. He knows what he means. ]
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[She giggles happily, wriggling them dangerously close to his erection.]
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Aah, uhm. Good! Glad to be of help, haha...
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[Ann sits up a little, seeing that blush on his face and waggling her eyebrows teasingly.]
Did you realize how lucky you are to get a chance like this after all?
[Have some more toe wiggles.]
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Gah! Stop that! Please!
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[She keeps right on laughing, pushing her feet forward until it's rubbing right up against his erection. And then, all of a sudden, the laughter stops.]
...H-hey...
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I'm sorry.
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[She's not helping, either, pushing her foot forward to put even more pressure on him.]
I can't believe this really turned you on! You're so gross!
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[ He grabs her feet to get them out of his crotch. ]
Look! I was just... It felt good to help you feel better! All right?!
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[She fidgets in place, trying to wrestle her feet out of his grasp.]
You've gotta get rid of it! What if the others come back?
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[ But no, they will. His pants, like her catsuit, are much too tight, and his tops are much too short to hide anything. ]
Shit!
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[Apparently Ann thinks you can just will an erection away. She's also still pressing her foot against it in irritation, as if trying to force it down physically.]
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You. Are. Not. Helping!
[ He suddenly shudders, a first wave of pleasure coursing through him, warning of imminent danger. If he comes in these pants, he has to go home. He can't help his leader with his crotch glued to leather. ]
Fuck! Don't... Don't make me come in my pants, Ann!
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[At least that's enough to get her to withdraw her foot, but now they're left with the same problem.]
Geez... look at you. There's no way you can go out looking like that.
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[ Yes, he was seriously gonna, and he's still quite close to the edge, but... he can't just whip it out in Ann's presence. He would be no better than a certain teacher if he did. He takes his mask off to wipe his sweaty forehead. His dick feels like it's throbbing. ]
I know. I can't even leave the Palace, it's too obvious...
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[Ann really can't help but laugh. It's all so silly, even if she almost did just jack him off with hers just now. Crossing her legs and leaning back, she lifts one foot to wiggle her toes in front of him.]
What is it about them that does it for you, anyway? I mean, I take good care of them and moisturizer and stuff...
[Because obviously talking about this will help matters.]
Actually, I was always kinda embarrassed about how big they are. In a weird way, this is almost flattering.
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[ Ugh, being laughed at only make him flush even redder, even if her feet are out of his crotch, something he's thankful for and regrets a bit. He really, really wants to just finish himself off and be done with it. He shrugs as she keeps speaking about her feet. ]
Your feet are just as fine as the rest of you...
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[Ann is perfectly content to keep laughing and poking fun at him until that last part. And suddenly she's the one blushing as she looks back at him.]
W-wait, what did you say?
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[ His cheeks are still red hot. It stings to be made fun of by someone he considers a close friend now. ]
I said... I said your feet are fine. Just like... all of you.
[ Wait he's grateful that she stopped mocking but this is taking a bit of a weird turn now... ]
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What's with you? You never say stuff like that to me!
[Pursing her lips into a pout, she extends a leg to run her foot up and down his own leg.]
It's... weird.
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Because I!... I didn't want to feel awkward like this. With... the school, and all... it never seemed like a good idea.
[ He looks away, at a random patch of flooring. He doesn't hate her foot on his leg... but it's really not solving the erection problem. ]
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