alrighty! if you have decided to read this......well, i hope you enjoy it. it's me and grapenut doing some sweeney todd roleplaying on msn. it gets pretty smutty, so you have been warned!!
A is grapenut
M is me (bythebeautifulsea)
Italics is normal conversation, kind of a back-story here......
Bold is the actual roleplaying.
Enjoy!!
A:
maddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M:
ello love
A:
are ya ready?
M:
no.....
A:
why not?
M:
cos.....
M:
i will fail
A:
will not.
M:
and today was a bad day
M:
i SO will
A:
aww, what happened?
A:
you will not!!!
M:
i will too and i just went through MORE stuff with someone....
A:
well he's an ass.
M:
haha, i've talked about it with him
A:
he's an ass.
A:
and you will not fail woman!!!!!
M:
no, he's not that big of an ass, and YES I WILL
A:
he is too.
A:
YOU WILL NOT!!!!!!!
M:
how do you know?!
A:
cause you'll be doing it with me.
M:
i READ smut i don't write it!
A:
thats why i'm here silly.
M:
but.....
M:
you can't do all of it
M:
what will i do?
M:
i will read it
A:
respond. lol.
M:
but, i can't do smut
M:
lol
A:
you can.
M:
but i've never done it before
M:
I AM A VIRGIN
A:
so am i.
A:
lol.
M:
at writing smut i mean
M:
virgin smutwriter
M:
xD
A:
i shall help ya.
M:
awww
A:
ready?
M:
mmm........
A:
that a yes?
M:
but what if i fail??
M:
what if??
A:
hush you!!!
M:
LOL
M:
fine......
M:
BUT I WILL FAIL!
A:
you get to start.
M:
pmsl
M:
why?
A:
you doubt yourself you get to start.
M:
WHAT?!?!?!
A:
start us off.
M:
.......
A:
grr.
M:
lol
M:
umm........
A:
oy vey.
A:
who are ya bein'?
M:
hey, i was thinking!
A:
lol.
A:
who art though being?
M:
lol, spell fail
M:
mrs lovett i guess
A:
spell fail? where?
A:
oh!!!
A:
thou.
M:
haha
A:
ok who should i be?
M:
umm......
M:
you pick
A:
sweeney or mooney?
M:
lmao, you pick!
A:
nopes. lovett gets to pick.
M:
arg, must you make this so hard?? SHE WANTS BOTH
A:
pick one yo!!!
M:
sweeney, then
A:
ok.
A:
Sweeney was up in his room staring out the window and cleaning off his razor when the door opened.
M:
mrs. lovett took in a breath as she saw him. feeling the urge to run her hands through his beautiful hair, she went up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "mr. todd, dear?" (FUCK THIS IS SHIT)
A:
He turned shrugging his shoulder and walking past her. "What is it you want ?" he growled staring at his razor as he clened it.
M:
"why doncha come downstairs, love? it's startin' to get awfully cold up here. it'd be a lot warmer downstairs." she could feel herself breathing heavily, hoping he would accept.
A:
"I can't think of a worse way to spend my time." he growled tossing the cloth and turning backing her against the wall with the razor to her neck. "Now get out." get growled trying not to look away from her eyes and gaze down at her body.
M:
"but, mistah T....." feeling his body so close to hers, she could already feel her arousal rising. now if only she could get him to come down with her.....
A:
"Out." he growled softly pressing further into her neck and almost drawing blood. "Now."
M:
she grabbed his wrist, in an attempt to pull the razor away. "mistah todd, i just think you should come down and warm up before you catch your death up here."
A:
He pushed it closer growling at her for daring to push him away. He pressed harder then he thought knicking her lightly. He pulled away and stared, mouth hanging open slightly, as the blood trickled down her pale throat and down in between her ample bosom. He cleared his throat but couldn't look away as he unconciously stepped closer again.
M:
finding that she couldn't back away any more, she pressed herself closer to the wall. as fearful as she was, she could feel the pleasure between her legs, growing. "mr. todd?"
A:
He stepped closer holding her neck above the cut against the wall. He slowly moved his head closer licking the cut, then licking the blood trail down her body. He growled softly as her dress and corset proved to be in the way of his continuing.
M:
her legs felt like turning into jelly. resisting teh urge to moan, she tried to come back to reality, as she felt her corset being tugged at. "mr. t, what are ya doin'?"
A:
He growled and raised his razor up and slicing through her dress and corset. He tore it off and continued to lick up that blood that had trailed down her breasts,
M:
"Mr.---mmmm" getting caught up in the feeling of his skilled mouth, she closed her eyes. blindly, she reached up to fumble with the buttons on his shirt.
A:
He growled pinning her hands by her head licking lower until he reached her knickers.
M:
she bucked her hips up, groaning deeply. "keep going, mr. t."
A:
He growled and held both her wrists in one hand covering her outh with his own roughly while his free hand tore off her knickers.
M:
mrs. lovett gasped as she felt the cold air. she tried moving her hips forward, soaking wet, practically begging sweeney for more.
A:
He smiled against her lips and ran the tip of one finger over her soaking wet womanhood. He slipped the finger slowly inside before quickly pulling out.
M:
"uuunnngghh" she bucked forward again when he pulled out. "please, mr. t....." she was gasping for breath, wishing he would relieve her of this torture.
A:
he grinned pressing his lips against hers again and silencing her. He flicked his finger over her folds again slipping it in once again, this time he left it in and didn't move it.
M:
she moved her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth. she moved her body against his, groaning when she felt his finger enter her again. when he didn't move, however, she whimpered.
A:
He smirked and slipped his tongue into her mouth gaining control. He released her hand as his hand unzipped his pants pulling out his hard manhood. He quickly began stroking it roughly groaning into her mouth and roughly biting her lip.
M:
breaking away from his mouth, she reached down. grabbing his manhood, a wicked grin spread over her face.
A:
He looked down at her raising an eye brow before batting her hand away and moving his hand against himself quickly. as he pulled his finger out of her almost all the way, leaving only the tip inside of her.
M:
"sweeeneeeyyy....." she moaned. moving her hand to his, she tried pushing his finger back.
A:
He held his finger there firmly as he rubbed himself faster before letting out a low grunt and coming on her thighs. As he came he shoved his single finger back into her not moving it.
M:
she let out a frustrated moan, shoving her own finger in, and beginning to pump slowly.
A:
He grinned as he zipped his apnts up and pulled his finger out of her wiping it on her stomach. He grabbed his coat and went downstairs.