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BATH TUB / SHOWER MEME, open to anyone

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In the interests of good clean fun, we're providing you with a bathtime meme~

The scenario is quite simple, your character finds themselves in the bath or shower with another character (clothed? Naked? Getting naked? Who knows~ That's part of the fun!), whether this is normal or your character has just "poofed" into the situation is up to you! Hijinks ensue.

Feel free to mix and match, use the options below, or go to RNG and let the gods decide

1. dropped the soap - ..Huh... how did you end up in prison? And during shower hour....

2. peasoup steam - The water is hot tonight and the steam is making it way too hot to see anything! Keep your hands to themselves

3. slip and slide - Whoooa all those puddles are making it hard to stand up straight. Maybe someone can help you out.

4. accidental peeping tom - Oh the joys of communal showers.... especially if someone starts attending to their... "needs" right next to you.

5. bubble bath - Because FUCK YEAH BUBBLES.

6. obligatory sex option - Huh, you're stuck in a shower with someone... and there's a note taped on the door. "If you want out, you gotta make out for 10 minutes~ Cheers!" Did we mention the aphro pumping in with the steam and water? Because there's that too.

7. ANYTHING ELSE. Anything and everything else.

Remember when you post up with your character, make sure to specify if you're okay with smut or not!

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[He's thinking you haven't heard your name frequently enough, if it has this effect on you. It's endearing, and hot, and he'd think more on this topic but as soon as you've got him pinned, stroking his cock hard, his head falls back against the wall]

[Breathing hard, almost forming words just with the effort of exhaling, of drawing the next breath]

Hhhh--haaa, haaahhh... [fingers digging hard into you, both inside and the ones making divots in your hip, holding you tight and close, digging deep within, demanding more and faster as his patience frays]

C-c-can I, [panting, trying to remember words that are polite and also that are coherent] Can, I, l-lift you.

[He licks his lips, trying to focus on your face; his eyes are dark, glazed, hungry. Oh, please say yes, he wants to beg.]

[he barely heard it at all for nearly a year, and never like this--in that thick rumble that he can feel in your chest almost more than he can hear. his teeth drag down your throat as your head tips back but his breath draws short when you speak, his cheeks flushing helplessly]

Yes. [winds his free arm around you and turns them so his own back is against the wall, his fingers still stroking you slowly and his body open and slick as he arches up into you, feeling cool tile at his back and the burning heat of your body against his] H-however you want.

[He's up to three fingers by now, more than enough, and the way you're arching against him, straining against the angle of his wrist, is almost enough to make him want to just keep fingering you until you come, caught up in the loveliness that is your need]

[but, well, then there's his own, and that's a whole other part of his mind, the ache he's all too unfamiliar with, the impulse and the want that he usually just wills away, or into submission. he's a man of control, despite the public appearance he puts on. he usually doesn't let himself go like this.]

[he tugs his hand free, making a soft, deep whimper as he does. gripping you by the hips he lifts. the balance against the wall is difficult - the floor's still slick - and for a moment your push and his lift aren't counterbalanced right and the whole thing nearly collapses back down to simply standing.]

[then he grabs one of your shins, yanking your leg open to the side, opening you to him and hooking your heel against the small of his back, giving you both leverage]

[and your hands on his cock help him to aim, while his hands are occupied at your hips, holding you just below the waist, supporting your weight near entire]

[and then he tips forward just a bit, lowering you down, and the muscles in his arms are bulged tight and hard as he uses his strength, carefully lowering you by degrees, maintaining control even when his head slips in past your ring and all the breath leaves him in one whoosh]

Nnn...nnhhhhaaa....

[his chin tucks down, teeth gritted, eyes shut and brow furrowed down, every aspect of him concentrating on this]

[his heart's going a million miles an hour and if he opened his mouth to speak he thinks he might scream.]

[he makes a sound when you pull you fingers free, then tries not to tense as you lift him and pin him hard back against the wall. his head thunks back as you spread his legs wide and he wraps his arms around your neck and grits his teeth on a low cry as you sink into him slowly. he shifts once his hips touch yours, twining around you like ivy and just breathing hard into your shoulder]

Oh. [his voice soft and low as he feels how deep you are, how wide you're stretching him. it aches, faintly--it's been too long since he's done this--but even that's good as he rocks his hips a little and settles against you, his fingers stroking shakily down the back of your neck] ...you feel so good. [he sighs, before his hips shift and he clenches around you deliberately, just feeling you inside him]

[He was doing fine, he was holding steady, breathing deep, working on centering the new energies from this joining--

[--and then you squeezed. he cries out, muffling the sound only partly against your throat, hips popping forward and arching up into the maddening, gorgeous pressure]

[he's respectably sized, maybe a little more, but has never been a braggart about it. still isn't thinking about that, more is focused on the weight of your body in his arms, hipbones sharp against his own, the spread of your legs wrapped around him, the tingle and soft, beautiful traces of warmth from your fingertips on his hairline and nape.]

[and of course, your body around his, your heat, your pressure--

[--ffffck, there you go again, another pulse, and he groans helplessly, nuzzling your face with his own, panting and rocking his hips up, his belly straining hard, every bit of muscle tone there coming into valuable use as he braces one palm flat against the tile over your shoulder, holding on to your waist with the other hand, ass and abs clenching to drive his cock deeper into you, and back, and deeper yet again]

Sh-Shingo...you... Oh, it feels good, Shingo-san. [his voice goes a little distant, his head falling back a bit, throat working on a hard swallow, gulping air] Ohh...

Ah, ah! [the breath pushed out of his lungs on each thrust as you rock into him, trying to move with you as best he can without upsetting the delicate balance you have set up. his lips skim along your jaw as his nails rake gently down the back of your neck his hands clutching at you as his heels dig into the small of your back]

It does. [his own voice a little choked, drawing back to watch your face as he moves with you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes intense] Don't hold back.

[he can't pull back very far, but he can thrust hard, rocking the both of you with each push, and he does, setting up as steady of a pace as he's able with zapping electric overload streaking through him every few seconds.]

[your heels right above his ass, digging in, urges him closer, deeper -- his fingernails turning white, he's gripping you so hard, and he nips at your throat, not quite kisses and not quite bites, too unfocused, too frayed, for either]

[he meets your eye, intending to speak, but his mouth merely opens, closes, and he tips his mouth forward for yours]

[he arches his back, rubbing his cock against your belly as you thrust into him and baring his throat, his thighs trembling as your jaw scrapes along his and your teeth catch at his skin, a low moan trembling in his throat as he writhes a little against you.]

[he's probably going to have bruises where your fingers are pressing and he doesn't care--he just tilts his head down and cups your face, looking down at you and tightening his body around you again hard, watching your expression intensely before he leans in to kiss your mouth hard, his teeth tugging at your lower lip]

[you're lovely, just lovely, and he's thinking now--

[right before you kiss him, as the clench of your body around his dick makes him see stars--

[he knows your eyes. like he said - he's seen your soul looking out through Ankh's eyes, all this time.

[but that's no way to meet the man. but it's a glimpse.

[and this, now, is another.

[the thoughtful mood leaves him as you clench, arch, and he wishes he had a hand free to stroke your dick against his own belly, palm hot, your skin surely hotter. bucking again against you, into you, angling his hips, thighs straining, toes clenching the tile as his cockhead rubs ridges inside you and his everything shudders, skin prickling with sensation]

[meanwhile to all of this he's kissing you, tongue offering, lips taking, teeth demanding, and his breath dies in his throat when you clench down]

Ngggh---!

[he breaks away from your mouth to bury his face against your shoulder, panting and shivering as he feels you sliding inside him, turning his muscles to jelly at the hard, insistent press against his sensitive skin]

You sound amazing. [sighing into your ear as he presses his face to your throat, his lips brushing] Date...

[shifting a little, his body clutching around you as he holds onto your back hard with one arm and pushes the other one between them to wrap around his own cock, squeezing before he starts to stroke. he feels himself tighten down harder around you and can't help but press his head back against the tile, his spine arching and a ragged moan catching in his throat]

[he shivers, sighing throatily, stretching his neck against your mouth, leaning into the kiss]

Shingo-san...[he breathes your name, repeating it with his next stroke, feeling your knuckles bumping against his belly, but he doesn't put it together until your body clenches so hard around him, dizzying, ripping his coherency in half right down the middle, and the sound he makes is purely animal as he thrusts hard, bouncing you on his cock with the sudden burst of speed in his movement as he rides out the wrenching pleasure as your body grinds tighter and tighter around his dick]

[this isn't going to last much longer, and he's already starting to worry he won't be able to safely support you for much longer.

[he'd forgotten how this felt. he nuzzles close, overwhelmed emotionally, physically ravenous even as the edge comes into view on his horizon]

Shingo...Shin--oh, ohhhhh...

[feels you tensing against him, his breath hitching as he strokes hard and fast, his body tightening swiftly. he bites at your lower lip and pushes hard into the kiss, his whole body tensing, before his hips are jerking down against yours and he's coming, spilling between his fingers and over their bellies as he moans into your mouth. his body shudders taut around you and his back arches until finally he tears his mouth away to just gasp, his head falling back and his eyes dazed]

[you're spasming around him, against him, everything lighting up for you and it's beautiful. he swears he can feel the electricity through your skin against his own. your hand on his neck, your hand between your bellies, your tongue against his own, until it all rises over and you freeze, falling back, curving in his arms like one single frayed thread.]

[he cries out, into your mouth, into the air as you pull back, overcome, juddering deeper into you still, pushing hard through the incredible tension, until he's truly hilt-deep and you've got him held so tight, he's got nowhere else to go.]

[bowing forward, curling over you, releasing the wall to just hold you with both arms, clutching you tight, and with your shoulders on the wall and his toes curling against the tile, face buried in your shoulder, belly trembling with the sudden overwhelming electricity running through him, fingernails white where he's holding your waist, so small compared to his own, so thin--]

[and within you his cock, wrapped tight, held hard, and he comes, thoughts fading into whiteness, blank helpless pleasure. he willingly dives in, losing himself in it, and each thrum of his cock within you is strong, arching against you, spilling thick into you]

Edited 2012-11-22 05:01 (UTC)

[gasps as you spasm against him, and he can feel you come, the sensation pulling another hard shudder down his spine and making him tense around you. he wraps both his arms over your shoulders and slides one hand against your hair, taking sharp, heaving breaths into your temple as he feels you shake.]

[he draws back just a bit to watch your face as you're overcome, pressing a hand to your cheek as your expression melts him, all his muscles going slack and warm as he strokes slow fingers down your cheekbone then leans in to kiss you again, his mouth warm and soft.]

[he tugs your head in against his shoulder again after a minute and just breathes, feeling his heart slam against his ribcage and feeling sated for the first time in... too long, his body sore and satisfied and a warm feeling spreading in his chest]

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[His legs are weak, muscles quivering, and his knees are fast becoming jelly. One palm against the tile wall over your shoulder, struggling to hold both your weight and his, while he breathes unsteadily against your skin, unable to resist the urge to lap his tongue out, tasting sweat and shower water and your skin]

[With difficulty he begins to let one of your legs down, wincing when skin sticks against skin and tugs, a little pinch. He nips at your throat, a little soft bite with his lips guarding his teeth, gentle, fond. He has to bend his knees to get your foot on the ground; he holds onto you for balance as he tries to avoid the inevitable necessity of pulling out of you]

[but you just feel so GOOD]

[he makes a soft noise against your skin, breathy, warm, expansive]

Shingo...

[tightens his hold on you as you set him carefully down and he shifts his hips gently, sliding you out of him. he nearly slips again once he has both feet under him, his thighs quivering a little and his hands still tight on your shoulders--he manages a breathless laugh when you bite him and gingerly supports his own weight, leaning back against the wall and rubbing slow fingers along the nape of your neck, his free hand wandering slick and slow over your skin]

Date. [his voice is warm even as you saying his name sends faint goosebumps down his spine and a fresh flush over his cheeks. he hasn't heard his given name said like that in... longer than he'd care to remember. so he just tilts his head up and leans in, kissing your mouth gently as his hands come up to cup your face]

There's something fluttering down his spine, hesitance or maybe confusion, as you kiss him; he kisses back warmly at first, then more firmly, embracing you closely while he works to keep his equilibrium. His thighs and knees quiver, weak, and the adrenaline and endorphins throughout his whole system are lighting up nerves he hasn't felt tingling in at least a little while. Maybe longer.

He licks your lip, slipping his tongue into the kiss, into your mouth, and one of the little noises you're making goes straight to his spine, electrifying him.

He's still not sure he's thinking clearly. He pulls back far enough to meet your eye. . . And can only stare, quietly studying and memorizing.

He gasps a little as you pull back, leaning in to follow the kiss for a brief moment before he stops and flushes a little, then opens his eyes.

He finds you looking at him intensely and heat climbs in his face again. His expression is still a little dazed, his mouth kissed red and soft and his lips still parted as he looks up at you, watching you right back with the same intensity as his hands touch, running light over your chest and hips and thighs, just for the sake of pressing his hands to your skin.

"...Date?" he breathes, his face still close and his body shifting closer, his fingertips smoothing over your collarbones.

"Shingo. . . san." It's an effort to remember what to call you. The honorific is, admittedly, hesitant.

". . .are you alright?" It seems like the thing to ask. He did quite lose track of himself for a while. You might have pulled a muscle.

"Better than all right," he says, smiling up at you. "And you don't have to call me -san, if you don't want. I'd prefer you leave it off."

His voice is warm but he can see you're hesitating, and his fingers still against your skin, just looking up at you and trying to figure out what you're thinking.

You beam at him and for a moment, just a brief one, he gets distracted from breathing.

"Shingo," Date says, sounding faintly sheepish. "I, ah, I'm not very fond of my first name, so. . ." He's awkward. He doesn't usually do this.

Actually, he never does this.

And yet.

His hands rub warm around your curves and angles, showing you with his closeness, if not the stiffness of his shoulders or words, that he wants you here, that he wants to stay close to you.

And though part of his mind doesn't understand, and is trying to bring more of his attention to this fact, the rest of him tucks one knuckle under your chin and tips your mouth up for another kiss.

And it sends his heart hammering away again, racing and shortening his breath as it goes.

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"It's all right," Shingo says, curling a little closer. "I don't mind either way." And then he's sighing, melting into the broad warmth of your hands and oh. He arches into it when you kiss him, your mouth rough and warm against his as he nibbles your lower lip and curls his arms around your waist, most of the tension draining right out of him. He's flushed and panting when they break apart again, his eyes dark and soft.

"Are you all right? I know... this place did something. I felt so strange..." He's nuzzling at your shoulder, though, his lips brushing.

"It...it did," Date manages, though talking - which was so important a moment ago - is seeming less so, now that Shingo's lips are once again so warm and soft against him. His skin prickles, tightening, and he tugs on you gently, encouraging you to let him support your weight again. He turns the both of you together, finding a support for his shoulder, tipping against it, trying to breathe slowly.

"I'm alright, I think. I think..." He tries to summon his knowledge, his study. What are your symptoms? His? His brain chugs slowly. You're present, immediate, far more pertinent.

There's a showerhead near his left shoulder. He strikes on that idea, focus sharpening with a solid grip to anchor itself on.

"We. We should wash up," he tells you, moving briskly to remove the spray head from its bracket, dial the water on. He adjusts the temperature, tips the spray over, across both of you. It's warm, and goosebumps rise on his skin that's not under the water.

He washes your belly. The stickyness is stubborn, and the water's rivulets tangle and splash across the contours of the cum stuck across your belly and hips. He reaches with one hand, using his thumb to scrub you clean an inch at a time.

This was supposed to be clearing his mind, getting the fog out. It's not really working.

Shingo turns, pressing you gently back against the tile and leaning against you, helping to brace you as he kisses at your shoulder.

"I"m glad you're all right," he sighs, and lets you shift him around under the spray of the shower, then starts as he leans back against you and your hands slide over his skin. He's fine until your fingers slip against the soft skin below his navel and his whole body jerks, biting his lip on a muffled sound and turning his head, his thighs tensing] Date!

His voice is a little ragged before he presses a hand to his mouth, just shivering a little against you and looking incredibly embarrassed. "I"m sorry," he manages, feeling more foolish by the second. "Just--I'm sensitive there."

Turning you against him, your back to his front, supporting him, was a fine idea until you flinch, and he feels bad, pulling his hand fast away - in the wrong direction, smacking your arm as you move. Awkwardness ensues. He's about to back off when you tip against him, still shivering, and he's not made of stone.

He embraces you, one arm banded across your chest, palm cupping your bicep comfortingly. His lips are on your ear.

"Are you ticklish?" And because he's a big ol' kid, he just has to poke at everything twice. He trails his fingertips in a circle around your navel and then downward to the side, toward one of your hipbones.

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