Trust is earned, not given

[assholic]

Who: Jessica Jones (assholic) & OPEN
What: April's catch-all
When: Beginning of April until at least the 21st (likely also usable for log threads from the event)
Where: Wyver; The pubs, her home with Clark, the arenas. Thesa Station; Visiting the pods to check on her people, the bars.
Warning(s): As this post will also be available for the memory share event, there is a possible warning for discussions and/or graphic descriptions of sexual assault and violence. I'll update which threads need to be warned for. Usual warning of language and possible sexual content. Update: Jessica/Brock's thread has a cw for sexual assault memories.

I: Thesa Station
[When the whole idea of living rustic got a bit too much for her, or when she just wanted to stop feeling like she was being judged or watched by everyone in Wyver, she headed up to the station. She figured she'd get in as much time there as she could, considering how long they'd been locked out from visiting before. Their tech seemed to be iffy at best. Plus, they had better alcohol there that she knew wasn't laced with anything magical, and that right now as an immense bonus.

There was also Trish, and lately, Jess had a lot to talk to her best friend/sister about, and it was killing her that she wasn't there, wasn't really there to give her advice. Or laugh at the shit she'd gotten herself into.

So on Thesa Station, Jessica could be found either hanging around Trish's pod, drinking herself into a stupor, or heading to sleep it off in a corner/cot/room. There's also the wildcard option, if none of those fit.]


II: Wyver
[Despite wanting not to, she still lived in Wyver. She had people down there she gave a shit about, and despite part of her thinking they'd be better off without having to deal with her shit, there was too much going on right now for her to think about leaving them. No one was safe on the planet. Not in either town. But for the moment, even after her... ordeal, she was sticking with Wyver.

That choice might have something to do with the person she lived with, but she wasn't about to tell him or anyone else that.

In Wyver, Jessica could be found working at the Arenas for money to burn, trying to avoid the odd accolades some shops were giving her because of the ring she'd been seen with in public before stuffing it in her pocket, drinking herself into a stupor, and trying not to get herself into more shit than she was already in. That might be a tall order. There's also a wildcard prompt if none of these suit.]


III: Memory Share - (CW: Potential mention of sexual assault/trauma/violence with some of Jessica's memories)
[As if what she'd gone through hadn't been enough, now she was seeing other people's thoughts? Or... memories. The whole thing played like a VR snippet of someone's life, and she felt a growing sense of dread that the next bubble she got caught in would be her own instead of someone else's -- a fact she was bothered by enough considering the immense invasion of privacy that it was, one that crossed a line beyond snooping and taking pictures of someone in the act. This sincerely bothered her, and for the duration of the event, she would be very... unsettled.

(As a large lump of memories from Jessica's canon/past deal with sexual assault/violence/drug abuse, I'd like to make sure anyone who'd like to play with one of her memories is fully understanding of the scope of them and to double check on what people are comfortable with. Please PM or PP me (junglewere) if we haven't already talked about it or it's new CR, or just to make sure we're all on the same page and no one is made uncomfortable or upset by anything threaded.)

This can be a prompt for either people to come across her memories, or her to come across others. Or, there's a wildcard option if you'd prefer.


IV: Wildcard
[Wildcard in general. If none of the other options are what you'd like or you have a specific scenario in mind, please feel free to write your own starter or msg me for specifics if you'd like.]

Comments

[ukase]

You make that sound like it isn't part of the plan.

[He continued to twist and jerk his wrists to force her to hold tighter or release one of them. His hips gave a strained jerk towards her touch but knew it was only to tease.

Sock issue forgotten, he admired the show before twisting his lower half to see if her could dump her off of him.]

[assholic]

[She would have snapped something back at him, but the way he jerked himself under her, that twisting of his hips had her wobbling off him, her perch already precarious to begin with and being drunk wasn't helping. She would have slammed her ass into the floor, but self preservation kicked in and she floated an inch above it instead.

Then she straightened up -- mostly, listing a little to the side as she righted herself in the air and glowered at him.]

Oh... now we have a problem.

[ukase]

[He pushed himself up to sit, stretching as if he had just woken and smirked in the fact of her glower. He blew a kiss at her and leaned closer to where she was.]

Do we? I thought this was all foreplay.

[assholic]

[Her foot lifted to kick at his, still floating a little at an angle.]

I'm going to set all your goddamn socks on fire.

[ukase]

[He met her kick with the bottom of his foot, smirking at her. He was clearly pleased to have annoyed her so.]

Why you gotta be hating on my foot warmers? I don't criticize your bra.

[assholic]

That's because my bra's on the floor, you jackass.

[She reached down to grab for his foot, aiming to hoist him up by it if she had to.]

[ukase]

I can put my feet on the floor and then my socks will be on the floor too.

[And holy shit, there he went hoisted up into the air like he weighed nothing at all. It was not the first time he'd been upside down, given his job, but it wasn't normally something he did while drunk.]

I just want to say right now that I ain't cool with spanking in a moment like this.

[assholic]

[Just for that, she gave that bare ass a swat, but it missed and whiffed by him, Jessica more determined to tug at the sock on the foot she was currently holding.]

Maybe you should just... do your job and get naked and I wouldn't have to do it for you.

[ukase]

[He felt the wind on his bare ass, but he was squirming and struggling to free himself from her hold since it was now losing him a sock.]

I am naked. We are literally having an argument over socks when we're both super horny.

[assholic]

Socks are for jerking off, not fucking. Get this--

[Off went one, and she moved to try to grab his other flailing foot.]

If you kick me in the face, I'm going to drop you on yours.

[ukase]

[Well, there went one sock, and here he was still stuck upside down. He could fight her more, but he put up only the token resistance as she removed the last of his clothing.]

You think I can't catch myself?

[This drunk? It was a 50-50 chance honestly.]

[assholic]

Wanna test it?

[Her hand moved down to his other thigh, sliding up along it to grab his ankle. She switched grips, using her now freed hand to go for his last sock. Someone was going down. Probably both of them, metaphorically and literally.]

[ukase]

I'm game.

[That was the alcohol talking, and maybe some of the blood that was currently not able to escape his brain. He knew the moment he lost his second sock and became officially naked, and he wiggled his toes pointedly.]

You win. Can we fuck now?

[assholic]

[Reaching down, she grabbed his wrist, drawing him up by that and lowering his foot before she had him righted. She let him find his own balance, still struggling with her own until she realized it was because she was still a foot off the floor, lowering with a thud. She prodded his chest.]

I dunno, you think you can handle it?

[ukase]

[His hand curled around her forearm as she righted him, and he hung there in her grip without a concern in the world. Of course, she let him down a moment later and he stumbled a bit where he stood on the bed and then promptly seated himself on the mattress to limit the opportunity to fall right off of it.]

You know I can handle you. I'm amazing.

[assholic]

You are so full of shit. It's no wonder your eyes are brown.

[She knelt on the bed on one side of him with her knee, pressing at his chest to try to get him to lay back.]

[ukase]

My eyes are brown because of genetics, sorry to say. We clearly have that in common.

[He grinned and wobbled before falling back under the pressure of her knee. That didn't stop him from reaching out to slide his hand up the back of her thigh and pinch her ass all the same.]

[assholic]

You're not paying attention, then. Mine are green, jackass.

[She let out a small hiss at the pinch, leaning down to press him all the way into the bed, straddling his lap as she did. She sat on his thighs, hands moving to smooth up his body. She might snipe back and forth with him, but when it came down to it, she liked to touch him. He had a damn good body, and he knew how to use it.]

[ukase]

Really? From this angle, they look brown.

[He shrugged and was clearly not about to contest the point at all. He was too drunk and too horny for that, and she gave him exactly what he wanted when she pushed him down to the bed and welcoming her into his lap.

He rolled his body towards her hands, groaning low in his throat and stretching out like a cat that had just eaten the canary.]

[assholic]

Consider me incredibly disappointed in your very asshole fulfillment of the male gaze. Boo, Rumlow. Minus fifty points.

[She dragged her nails down his front -- not too hard, but hard enough that red lines bloomed after, skin irritated by the drag and showing it by painting Brock with little track marks.]

[ukase]

What can I say? I get nicer the drunker that I become.

[He rumbled in pleasure at the pull of her nails, setting his hands on her thighs and massaging them. He watched her with an intoxicated interest, shifting his thighs where she was seated to nudge her higher towards his hips.]

[assholic]

[She felt the nudging, knew where he was trying to lead her, and she wasn't opposed to the idea. She liked riding him. Enough so that she was already shifting upwards more, moving to feel the base of his cock against the front of her mound, fingers sliding up to find and give his nipples a tweak.]

You get belligerent. Like a... drunken rock.

[ukase]

Belligerent is just a French word for nicer.

[He rolled his hips, rubbing himself up against her. They both knew where this was going and there was no real denying it. She was a good lay.]

[assholic]

There is no French word for nicer, you liar.

[She moved with the roll of his hips, lifting up a little and feeling her sex glide along his cock, the rub of soft skin over soft wet skin making her bite her lip.]

[ukase]

Seriously? It's plus gentil, Jones. Learn a language or four.

[His eyes fluttered, concentrating on the motions of their bodies, the slow tease that always lead them to this mess in the first place. God, he hoped they broke a bed again.]