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

[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.]

[assholic]

France is dead. So is Earth. I don't gotta learn squat, soldier boy.

[She rocked over him, just a shifting back and forth of her hips, riding along the length of his shaft and feeling the way it both teased and appeased her. She could feel the pressure and light friction against her clit when she leaned forward, and her hands flattened on his chest, helping her focus on that instead of smacking him.]

[ukase]

France is like the World's cockroach... it somehow always survives somehow.

[He grinned at her, murmuring low words in French to her. It wasn't a bad language, and it was perhaps made even better with the low groans that came with each turn of phrase as they rubbed against each other.

His hands rose and smooth up her arms and then lightly hold her shoulders. He jabbed his hips up sharply to stimulate her clit more.]

[assholic]

[That press upward had her breath catching, her head falling forward and she leaned down, opting to kiss him to get him to shut up since she had no idea what he was saying and it sounded like it might be nice, which she clearly couldn't have. That and it had her leaning forward more, making each glide slide against her to the point she was letting out soft little gasps with each rock of her body.]

Fuck...

[ukase]

[He met her mouth with his own smiling way, aware of why she was coming on down to kiss him. One could be swearing in French and it would still somehow sound vaguely romantic. She wasn't that kind of woman, which he appreciated, even if it meant he could needle her about it later, assuming he remembered when sober.

That didn't stop him from thrusting up into her with each motion of her body, his hands sliding further on her shoulders now that she was down his way. He even made a point of sucking on her lower lip, doing a neat twist of his hips when he was deeply embedded in her.]

[assholic]

[That thrust pushed her breath out of her in a puffing little groan, her hand sliding under his back, down to his ass to lift him up harder.]

C'mon, Broctopus. Show me what you got. You keep letting me drive. I'm starting to think you're a lazy fuck.

[ukase]

[He snorted at her comment, hitting her with a harder rise of his hips to meet her. He increased his own pace to double hers within a few seconds.]

You stole my socks and now calling me lazy? Why am I even fucking you? Besides, I'd take you bitch-style, but you always want to jump on top of me! Starting to think you like my chest too much.

[assholic]

It's a nice chest. All hard and scarred and something to hold onto. But hey, if you think you can grab the reins and take me for a spin, by all means, asshole. Go for it.

[ukase]

Fine, but I don't want to hear you bitching and complaining during or after.

[He rolled them with unnecessary roughness, more to push her around when he knew she had to allow it for anything of the like to happen. He leaned up and nipped at her neck and shoulder before separating from her, pushing himself up to his knees and slapping her ass affectionately.]

[assholic]

Where's the fun in keeping my mouth shut without a dick in it? Jesus, Rumlow.

[She moved towards the head of the bed, hiding the smirk she had from the slap to her ass against her shoulder as she gripped the headboard.]

Come on then, big tough guy. Show this little girl what you've got.

[ukase]

Oh ho ho, you're that kind of lady, are you? About the only time you aren't sassing someone I imagine.

[He gave her ass another harder swat for that little sassing as it was, snorting with amusement. He moved in, smoothing his hand over the reddened flesh from his slaps and then took a hold of her hips.]

Try not to completely demolish the bed, okay? It will give us a notorious reputation I imagine.

[He smirked at the very idea all the same and then drove himself to the hilt inside of her. He didn't pause for a moment and began to pound her, using his grip on her hips to drag her backwards, but he shifted his weight for both balance and to be certain he was sliding on her sweet spot.]

[assholic]

[He said that, but then he slammed into her in that single fluid thrust, and she felt the wood crunch under her grip.]

Asshole. You'd love to have a reputation at all, let alone one as the destroyer of beds.

[Never mind that it was her ruining everything; trust a man to try to make it all about him.]

[ukase]

Reputation means people can look you up. In this day and age, might be better to be unknown.

[Though, he wouldn't complain about being known as someone who could make her break all the beds. That was just funny in his mind, especially when she already was mangling the one they were on right now.

He chuckled low and deep in his throat, fingers flexing on her hips as he thrust hard and fast, since he was in a better position to have a bit more control of his hips and how he slid into her. He even slid one hand down her belly to between her legs to rub her clit.]

[assholic]

You went on the network to ask about dragon dicks for a marriage proposal. I think you've already got yourself a thing to be known for.

[She bit back the groan at each thrust as he slid into her, body tightening around him a bit when his hand slid under to tease at her clit. The wood crunched again in response to her attempt to keep her mouth shut, her ass pushing back against him as he fucked her.]

[ukase]

I asked for information pertaining to kill dragons. I wasn't specific about only hunting one for the dick. It's only you who knows me for the dick thing.

[And talking while having sex? Rumlow was more than willing to entertain commentary, especially right now when she couldn't cover his mouth to shut him up. Besides, there was something amazing about the continual joke of their stupid little proposal that would go no where.]

[assholic]

You're an idiot.

[He might be willing to keep the banter going, but when he hit that spot just right inside her, she felt less inclined to reach way down and figure out what words to use to try to throw at him. He was an idiot, but he was an idiot that was good in bed.]

[ukase]

You're not the first person to say that.

[She was at the back of a long line. But that didn't matter because they were fucking, and the feel of her pushing back against him was amazing. He pounded her hard and fast the way that they both enjoyed it most, his fingers pinching her clit when he could. He bit skin along her shoulders, not leaving more than a red indentation in his wake.]

[assholic]

[She stopped trying to think, letting herself fall back into that steady thrum of pleasure the was able to pull out of her. He bit her, but not hard enough to really mark her, her hand coming back to his thigh to pull him in harder, wanting him draped over her, just... wanting more. The broken wood of the bed hit into the wall, one of the posts snapping off and rolling onto the floor as she kept pushing back into him, daring him to go harder.]