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!

Comments

[cooopout]

[his knees only buckle a little when your hands come down on his shoulders]

I'd hardly describe Gotou-san as frail, Date-san. [poking you in the chest] We can't all be built like you. But... you're right, I think. [looking down, his cheeks still warm] We all helped out. Sometimes I just need to be reminded, I guess.

[wontreadthemanual]

[firmly pleased, satisfied smile]

Never forget it! You are helpful, Shingo-san.

[so pleased, now that you feel a bit better about yourself I do too!]

[. . . But what's that sweetish smell?]

[cooopout]

[he doesn't know, but it's making him feel even warmer]

...did they turn up the heat in here?

[wontreadthemanual]

I think we would have noticed if they did.

[...a pause to think about this for a moment, while realizing that it really IS quite comfortably cosy in here, and I don't need to be holding you for warmth or any such thing, it's quite humid and toasty enough as it is.]

[Hm. Should let go of you then, right?]

[Yup, probably should.]

[keijisan]

[but suddenly his hands are pressed flat to your bare, damp chest and he's leaning in, incredibly aware of your body pressed to his and the broadness of your hands on his skin]

[he turns his face up to you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes a little glazed, his lips parting softly, his voice bewildered and rough]

Date-san?

[wontreadthemanual]

[oh goodness ALARMED NOW. oh goodness me. You're, ah. very close. And he's not quite sure how to feel about that, because there's the part of him that knows how to feel about that, and the other part that is of the opinion that the larger part isn't being very chivalrous at all, and really he should probably step back a bit, and put some polite distan--]

[his breath is quite short, looking down at your face doing all of...uh, that. Very fetching business, that.]

[Oh dear. Um.]

A-ah, yes, Izumi-san?

[That's a proper form of address, right? Right. He thinks so. Probably.]

[it's REALLY hot in here.]

[keijisan]

I...

[he tells his arms to let you go but they seem to just tighten around you, his body sliding against yours as he leans in, his breath warm on your throat as his cheek presses to your collarbone and he tilts his head, his lips brushing your ear]

I'm sorry. I feel... very strange. [and that sure his him squirming and trying not to get hard against your hip thigh oh my god you are really tall]

[wontreadthemanual]

[yeah okay so he has a double armful of scrawny, warm, all angles and ribs and skinny hips pressing close detective]

[and no, that's not...familiar...at all...]

[Shit. Shit shit shit. It's not like he has EVER had this fantasy, right? Yeah that's a total lie.]

[So it's normally a different scrawny, warm, all angles and ribs and hips detective.]

[One he's madly in love with.]

[One with whom he's having serious problems even having a straightforward discussion about their relationship.]

[Or whatever it is.]

[Um.]

I-izumi-san, [breathing kind of hard, he can definitely feel you, he knows what that means, and, well, uh.]

[Gosh your belly is really warm. Especially against, well.]

[Tries to clear his throat, just ends up gasping embarrassingly]

Izumi-san, I'm afraid I'm not...quite...in my right mind, suddenly, I think it'd be best if you--

[Because it's Not On to use Izumi-san as a substitute. That's just not chivalrous or, or, anything.]

If you, ah--

[And oh it would be so EASY and feel so GOOD and he could even pretend to justify it because he'd be able to be even more chaste and chivalrous towards Gotou-chan until they get themselves sorted out]

Ahm, if you-- ah, you should--

[But that's NOT FAIR to Izumi-san and--]

[breathing really hard now, can't really focus on anything but your breath on his neck and he can feel you against him and he's hard, so hard against you and--]

[struggling for coherence...]

I. I really think we... should...

[...nooope. His mouth crashes against yours, arms snapping tight around your waist, bending you against him, tongue breaching the kiss hungrily]

[keijisan]

[he makes a fierce noise against your mouth, his whole body stiffening against yours before he pushes into the kiss, sucking on your tongue and shuddering hard all over as his hips jerk up into yours. his fingers slide through your short hair, trying and failing to get a grip before they just trace down to cup your face and the back of your neck, keeping you close.]

Yes. [his voice taut and breathless in your ear once he draws away, trembling against you and feeling you press against his belly, a shock of heat raking down his spine as he bites at your pulse gently.] Yes, Date-san, I want--

[wontreadthemanual]

--you...

[he didn't mean to finish your sentence but it works, he supposes]

[he pulls you closer still, pressing rows and rows of kisses along your neck, the crest of your shoulders, your jawline. your kiss is so intense, more than he'd expect from you, and he's breathless and heart-hammering with your body lithe and hot against his.]

[gripping you tighter with one arm leaves his other hand free to slide across your skin, riding the smooth curve of your ass down to clutch, fingertips curling, tugging, lifting you onto your tiptoes against him]

[he might be pulsing against your belly, pressed between his own and yours, and he might have lost all his voice except the lowest bits, the rumble, the need]

[there were other thoughts, in here somewhere. they'll have to wait. because right now....]

I-izumi-san, you should...

[breathless]

[keijisan]

[he cries out when your hand grips at the tender skin under the curve of his rear, spreading him open and making him shake]

Oh--oh, please. [is all he can manage, his nails digging faintly into your shoulders as he rubs himself against the slick skin of your hip, his hips pushing back into your grip as he bites softly at your pulse]

Date-san...?

[wontreadthemanual]

[you're writhing in his grip, and Date's pretty sure he could lift you entirely at this point, and not entirely convinced he doesn't just want to do it and make things move quicker. that SOUND you made.]

[his palm flattens against your ass, spreading, and two fingertips brush gently across--]

[he swallows, hard, everything in him flaring hotter and harder for a moment as the thrill of that touch blooms fast in his mind]

Izumi...san, [breathing hard, his scruff rubbing rough against your neck and cheek, shoulders bunching under your little touch, just trying to remember himself, trying to be mindful, mostly just fingertips twitching against you, wanting, so badly wanting]

[Gods you are PERFECTLY what he wants, needs, right now, and the steam is so thick and the only thing keeping his mouth from being completely dry with desire right now. he swallows, feeling the moisture of the steam on his lips, tongue. it's so hard to think]

[keijisan]

[he gasps and his hips stutter against yours again, tilting his head to feel the rough scrape of stubble against his throat, moaning quietly into your ear. his fingers clutch at your hair again, useless and grasping as he presses shaky kisses over your shoulder, struggling to muffle the sounds he's making]

Sh-Shingo. [managing, finally, his knees trembling a little as his hand slides down to touch your wrist where it's pressed to the back of his hip, his cheeks burning] And--yes. Please, yes.

[wontreadthemanual]

[His neck curved against yours, yours against his; it's an intimate embrace of an unconventional sort and Date swallows hard, his throat bobbing hard against yours as he moves his head back to find your eye, hold your gaze, and press in for another kiss, harder, hungrier, less frantic and more surrendering.]

[His fingers tuck forward, pressing, one slipping just the tip in. Not slicked, can't go much further than this as is, but-- oh, the clench, the heat, and Date shudders against you, his breath gone, his voice light and strained]

--Just Date. [a permission for a permission, justly earned at this point.] Shingo, do you-- is there any--

[he'll spit if he has to but he wants to be reverent, not brutal, and spit's a last resort, really]

[well. reverent, but also quick, or at least immediate. he kisses you again, hard, elated by your touch]

[keijisan]

[his lips part against yours and he makes a sharp, wanting sound into your mouth as your finger presses him just that slight bit open, rough and warm. his head tips back and he grits his teeth on another sound when you say his name, feeling his body tense around your fingertip as he struggles to focus, his cheeks flushing dark]

H-here, I think... [he reaches over and fumbles for a bottle of what looked like bath oil before, pressing it into your hand and just curling against you, panting a little as he just curls in against you, his mouth closing on your pulse and his hands sliding slick down your chest and over your hips, just touching hungrily]

[wontreadthemanual]

[So slight, so thin, so eager; it's so easy, too easy, to reach all the way around your back, hands meeting and fumbling at the small of your back. He upends the bottle over his fingertips and palm, cups his hand down, reaching around the long way but there's plenty of reach and his first blunt finger pushes in to the second knuckle, slippery and sudden.]

[A groan, a shudder against you; he clumsily sets aside the bottle, grips his shaft with his other hand, hooks his fingertip against your ring and strokes himself roughly in the same motion, greasing his length, making a muffled sound of want into your hair as his touch shakes you both]

[keijisan]

[he hisses and arches, groaning as your finger pushes him open. he feels his body yielding and struggles to relax, melting in against your chest as he picks up the bottle again and slicks his own palm, nudging your hand away from your cock]

Let me. [his voice low and unsteady as he curls his fingers around you, his grip slick and tight as he starts to stroke, his thumb brushing just under the head]

[wontreadthemanual]

[momentarily stumbling, legs shuddering with the rush of your hand on him, the sharp line of barely-there touch across the bottom of the cockhead, fingers crooking deeper, more needy, less patient now. he gains balance braced against a wall, slick tile all around but it's a sure measure of up and down, which he sorely needs as your hand makes his world spin]

[switching to his other hand, slicker and unoccupied now, he gently strokes one finger all the way in, in and out until a second can easily fit. Then, gently, pushing wider, fingers held straight and scissoring slowly, methodically, his thumb rubbing your ring in little circles, coaxing it, coaxing you]

[nuzzling your temple, hair with his face, laying kisses on your brow]

Shingo.

[keijisan]

Nnn-- [you saying his name makes him shudder all over, your voice low and rough in his ear, and he clutches around your fingers as he strokes you a little harder, his thumb slicking over the head of your cock. he leans into you, pressing you firmly against the wall and spreading his legs a bit, bracing against you to keep his footing as he feels your fingers shift inside him, heat melting his spine]

[wontreadthemanual]

[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.]

[keijisan]

[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.

[wontreadthemanual]

[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.]

[keijisan]

[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]

[wontreadthemanual]

[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...

[keijisan]

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.