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Scenarios!

the random scenario meme

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TYPES OF SCENES
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honour → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hatesex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knifeplay, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( voicetesting! )

Bio-. A man from a world where once a month, somewhere in the world is struck by a reality-altering event. He has recently joined the organisation that combats paranormal events and supernatural criminals, using his transmogrification powers.

Would love some adventuring, exploring or general chaos, but up for anything.

[ Ask before smut, unless previous CR ]

[ Ask before smut and crack ]

[Sun put forth quite a bit of effort into their date. When he showed up at her doorstep, he brought along chocolates to give her. Following that, he took her out to an extremely nice restaurant for a dinner. And following that, he'd taken her to a local festival, just to end the night on a bit of a fun note. He even managed to win her a rather cute and rather large looking stuffed animal.

He assumes that she's had/is having a pretty good time. He thinks she's doing a pretty good job of hiding it if that isn't the case. He has his hand in hers, his fingers laced within her own as they stroll through the walkways of the festival. Music, the scent of food and chatter in the air as they walk along.]

So what would you like to do next?

( Nicole did say yes to a date with Sun and he definitely was giving it his all. Putting the chocolates in their fridge so they didn't melt while they were out. Since she wasn't going out on business, she left her case home. The restaurant was nice and she managed to bargain her way to getting him a discount on the bill. The festival being in town was a good plan, he even won her a large stuffed animal, which she couldn't wait to put in her room on her bed.

Now they were walking and she was looking around to see what else was here. His fingers laced with hers brought a soft smile to her face. As good as she is at 'fake it til you make it', she was genuinely having fun. Cheering Sun on in the games, trying all the food stalls, and even trying some of the games herself.

Leaning against him as they walked, a smile on her face as she knew one thing she did want to do before they finished the festival. )

At some point, I want to try out one of those photo booths. I'd like a second souvenir of this date with a photo strip to go with my bear.

[Seeing her haggling business woman skills at work at the restaurant was something to behold. He didn't mind paying the full price for the meal, but he also wasn't going to complain at having to pay less. He's also sure her cheering played a big part in him winning that bear. Seeing her look and sound excited for it made him play even harder until it was finally hers.

He cheered her on just as hard when she was playing. It was for all of this that he thought coming here would be a good idea. Not just a good meal, but also some genuine fun as well.]

Well, if that's what you want, we'll have to take two sets of photos so I can have one for myself.

[He says before nudging his shortly affectionately against hers.]

Want to go in there now? Doesn't seem like anyone is really using them at the moment.

( Although she wasn't much for games, she had fun and there were so many rides to go on as well. Watching him play hard for her to get a large plush, winning him a plush too, though it wasn't as big as what he'd won for her. Thankfully the fair would be around for another week and she hopes the other Hares get to enjoy it too.

Of course, she would agree to doing two sets, one for each. Seeing as it was indeed a good time to go in. )

Yeah, let's go in now. I want at least one of them to be a kiss, though.

( She gives him a wink, guiding him along and going in behind the curtain to take a look at the filter options. Fixing her hair with the monitor, making sure she looks good for their photos. )

I think that can be arranged.

[He says with a smile already upon his lips. He moves with her, walking inside of the photobooth and peers around at the small enclosure, then he sets his gaze on what she's doing. It does look to have quite a few filter options, but that is to be expected.]

Seeing anything you like?

[He doesn't mind what she goes with, he's happy enough just be here taking a picture with her. It would be a good memory of their first date together.]

( She was tempted to pull him into a hidden area of the fair for a little make out session. But they were having so much fun it had long left her system. She's wasn't sure if Anby, Billy, or Nekomata were still here, they had arrived long before the two went on their date and she chose not to go along as Sun had told her beforehand of the festival part of their date.

Looking through the filters before finding one that made them both look great. Making sure to put the quantity to two so they both had the same one. Turning to face him with a smile. )

I definitely like that we can put text on the bottom! I put our names and today's date.

( She scrolls through before finding one that gives a soft contrast. )

So, there's four squares... I choose the kiss for the last one and one with our two fingers up. What do you want to do for the other two?

[He wouldn't have been against the idea of a make out session at all in one of the hidden areas. Though he knows that would have caused a little..problem for him to pop up. He doesn't know if she's the type to have a little quick fun or go down on him to take care of something like that with such a chance of discovery. But he can't deny that he would have been excited by all of it.

He takes a moment and thinks about that, though he already has ideas in his head. He's just picturing it to see how he might like them.]

Okay. One, you can stand in front of me and I can hug you from behind. I think that would look cute. And the other..I think there is enough room in here that I can hold you in my arms if you want. I think that could look cute too.

( She definitely would not have minded helping him out after indulging her. She wouldn't make out with him and leave him to deal with his more obvious tell. Entirely depended how he would like her to take care of him.

His ideas were definitely cute so with a pleased nod, she pulls out a few Dennies to pay for the pictures. It wasn't a deep cut into her wallet at all. )

Alright, so we'll do peace, hug, hold, and then kiss. Sound like a plan?

( Besides, if they get carried away with the kiss that she gives him when it happens, the booth has good privacy for just a bit of fun. Putting her dennies into the slot, holding his arm with one hand, to hold a peace sign up. )

[He gives a nod to her ordering. The kiss at the end is certainly not a bad way to end it off. Though he would have been happy to pay for the pictures himself so she wouldn't have had to come out of pocket at all. He saw this whole thing as his treat, but knowing her love of money, he can't deny it makes him happy that she sees this date as worthy enough to spend her own money for.

He does the same as her, holding up a peace sign and waiting for the camera to snap a picture of the two of them. The screen gives them time to take another pose and he takes up a position behind her and curls his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest with his head just over her shoulder.]

Get ready.

( But of course, she can easily handle bargaining a lower price or doing anything to save herself some unneeded spending. Besides it was a fun first date, she'll make a contribution to it.

Happily taking the first one, she lets a light chuckle at being pulled back into his warm embrace. Bringing one arm up to thread her fingers into his blonde hair, pressing her cheek to his cheek, the other on his arm. She let a light hum of agreement, waiting for the picture to get taken before one arm wraps around his shoulder ready to be lifted and make sure her hair was good. )

I'm ready for you.

[As he feels her warp her arm around his neck, he easily lifts her up. A small chuckle spills from his lips as he does.]

I can't wait to see just how good we look together in these pictures.

[He assumes it will exceed his own expectations, because there is no way these pictures wouldn't be incredible with Nicole in him. His hold on her is nice, tight and secure. There is no chance of him dropping her, though she is incredibly light to him anyway.]

You can throw up another peace sign if you want.

( She lets out an amused giggle at how easily he's able to lift her up into his arms. Once she's sure her hair is still good, she lifts one leg up a little higher before doing like he suggested and threw a peace sign up with a wink to the camera, lips pouted too.

Once that picture was taken she reaches up to turn his face to her and press a kiss to his lips. Sliding her lips with his to deepen the kiss. Her hand low on his jaw to not block the kiss from the camera. Tongue slipping into his lips to mingle with his.

Of course it wasn't a kiss just for the camera, she'd been wanting to find a good moment to kiss him away from public scrutiny. Even after the little jingle of the machine finishing and printing the picture, she kept the kiss going for a bit. Until she was running low on breath and pulling her lips off of his with an 'apology'. )

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

[The kiss is much more intense that he was expecting. It felt like it started a little light, but when she deepened in, he completely forgot about the camera. He forgot that they were even taking pictures together and instead just focused on the kiss.

His tongue moves and mingles with hers. His hold on her body tightens because he's worried that he might drop her with how enchanted he feels by the kiss. Once she breaks it off, he is still a little stunned for a moment, his own breathing a little bit heavy.]

I-It's fine..

[He says as he gazes at her. He literally has the most beautiful girl in his arms right now and she just gave him one of the most incredible kisses that they have shared so far. And it had been completely unexpected, if he's being honest.][

Though..I think we should share one more. I don't know if the camera has snapped a photo yet..

( Nicole couldn't help the light laugh at the stunned expression on his face, keeping the amused gaze on him. To hear him ask for another, she hums in pretend thought. Of course if he was looking at her like that, she'd definitely play along. To bring her lips back close to his so they'd brush against him with every word spoken in a whisper. )

Let's make sure it's a good picture then.

( With that she brings her lips against his, face tilted a bit to press slow and long kisses. Knowing the camera was done and she wasn't blocking it, she moves her hand into his hair. Deepening the kiss with a dreamy sigh, happy he managed to sweep her off her feet, otherwise he'd be in here with another girl. )

[He presses into the kiss with a hunger for it. He couldn't imagine being here with someone else, not when she was the perfect date. She could have turned him down or viewed potentially getting into a relationship as too much trouble. And he wouldn't have been able to blame her, especially knowing how time consuming her job can be. But he wants to make sure she fully understands she made the correct choice.

He lets the kiss linger for a few moments more before breaking it and taking in a breath.]

Mmm..saying that kiss was satisfying would be an understatement, Nicole.

[He says as he gazes into her eyes. He lowers her down to stand on her own two feet now.]

Though..I might need a minute.

[Because that kiss worked its magic on a very specific part of his body.]

( She can definitely say without a shadow of a doubt, she does not regret going on this date with him. To test the waters out as a couple. After all, he'd given her such an amazing list of perks. Her boots flat on the floor of the booth, she didn't unwrap her arm around his shoulder, leaning her body against his. Pleased to hear he enjoyed it as much as she did, his body honest, putting space in between the two to break eye contact and look down.

Looking back up with a smirk at him, green eyes twinkle with trouble, pupils dilated in revealing her attractions to him. She lowered her voice into his ear, lips brushing against the shell. )

Do you need help? Looks like you couldn't wait to get back first.

( Reaching both hands down to the hem of his pants, manicured fingers going for the button of his jeans. It's a lot easier for her to play off her arousal, but guys had a harder time hiding it. So, she'd be happy to help him. )

[It certainly is much harder for him to hide how turned on he is right now. Leaving the booth, it would be incredibly obvious. There is some excitement that fills his eyes when he feels her fingers touching the button of his jeans.]
I mean..I won't say no if you are offering..

[He says as he curls his hands behind her and brings them to rest on her ass so he can give it a firm squeeze.]

You needing some relief too?

[He wouldn't be against her taking care of him right now nor would he be against helping her out if she needed a little help too. He did bring some condoms this time around. It felt a bit presumptuous, but better safe than sorry. Especially when this door has already been opens up.]

Of course~

( Nicole unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, the squeeze of her ass brings her to lean her body against his. A moan escaping her, thankfully the fair had some small rides that had screaming fair goers riding them.

The offer to relieve her too had her clench in anticipated excitement. She brings her lips to his for a slow, single kiss. )

I was gonna say I can hold out until we get back to my room, but~~ I definitely won't say no to doing it now.

( Reaching a hand into his underwear to stroke him a few times to get him fully hard. )

[A grin curls onto his lips as she says she wouldn't say no to doing it now.]

A quickie couldn't hurt, I don't think.

[He says as he reaches into his pocket but he has to stop and shudder a little as she strokes his cock. It takes a moment, but he pulls out his wallet and out of the wallet, he tugs out a condom before putting his wallet back into his pocket.]

You..want to take a few more pictures?

[He asks with a quirked eyebrow. They could certainly position themselves where the camera could capture images of their lewd act.]

( Nicole hums at just the feeling of his cock in her hand, occasionally having her thumb stroke over his tip. Letting an amused laugh escape at how prepared he had been, impressed with his quick thinking. She thought she can control herself until they got to her room but just having him here and in her hand was enough to get excited.

Then the idea of taking pictures of their lewd act brought her cheeks to pink with a smirk on her face, biting her bottom lip. )

I definitely want to take a few more pictures. For the lonely nights when I can't get a hold of you.

( She teases, pressing open mouthed kisses along his neck, tongue lapping the skin between the small opening of her lips. )

I'll do my best to make sure those are few and far between.

[He says as he lets out a small sigh at the feeling of her open mouth kisses on his neck. His cock manages to firm up even more, full erect in his pants now. He brings up a free hand between them and grabs and hefts one her breasts before squeezing it and slowly kneading it in his hand.]

Mmm..how do you want to do this? What do you think would be best?

[He's fine with having her any way she wants. On his lap, since there is small seat in there. Bent over, holding her up in his arms, with her back against the booth. So long as they get to cum together, he doesn't care how they get there.]

( She can hardly focus with his scent filling her senses as she continues to kiss his neck. Her free hand on the other side of his neck caressing him. The moan escaping her throat at the squeeze of her breast, then him slowly kneading it. Her hand slowing down her strokes, feeling her body heat up with arousal for Sun.

Pulling her lips off, but still against his neck as she listens to his question. The green of her eyes almost gone with how blown out her pupils got from her attraction alone, she hums with each squeeze of her breast. )

Mmmm... I want you in the chair.

( That way he can continue to play with her chest and she can admire his muscles. Her heart pounding in her chest. )

[She doesn't have to tell him twice. He slides his hand off her breast and gives her one more quick kiss.]

Okay. Give me a sec.

[He says before quickly going to and paying for another photo session. He makes sure they can get at least a dozen photos for this one before quickly moving over to the seat and sitting down. He takes the time to finish tugging his cock free from his pants before waiting for her to climb onto his lap. He offers out the condom for her once she's close enough.]

( Nicole returns the quick kiss with succession, eyes trailing after him with a bite to her lip. )

Okay.

( She takes the condom from him after walking to him, opening it to place the rubber slightly in her mouth. Kneeling down a moment to be eye level with his cock and roll it down the further down she takes his cock in her mouth. Once it was fully on, she quickly gets up and straddles his lap. Moving the crotch of her jeans and thong to the side to take him in. Shuddering heavily, she hated the rubber, but it had to be done in order to be able to walk outside without cum dripping down her legs.

So she accepts it and presses her forehead against his, cheeks rosy as she moans. Pushing him all the way in before she begins to move, gyrating her hips in a circle. )

[He sits up a bit straighter as she sinks her head down on his cock and applies the condom. He has to resist the urge to shudder. Honestly, he hadn't expected her to do it that way at all. He thought she might just roll it onto his cock with her hand, but he loved watching her do that. He places his hands on her waist as she climbs onto his lap and pulls her clothes to the side so she can sink down on his cock.

He does sudder this time at the sensation. His lips parting and a soft breath spilling from his lips before he slides a hand underneath her shirt to grasp her breast. His other hand curls around to rest on her lower back.]

T-This still feels incredible..even if it would feel better without..you know.

[The condom. No condom would be better, but this was still great. If they weren't inside of this booth, he'd go without it and just pull out of her. But there is no way they can leave a mess like that in here. He tilts his head and steals a small kiss.]

We have to make sure to be quiet. Use me if you need to muffle yourself.

[Kiss him, bury her face into her, anything she needed to do to keep her sounds low.]

Yeah, I agree... We'll have to make do~

( She couldn't help the moans that escape her, nipples hard from the stimulation. The quick kiss silencing her as she listened to him. He was right, they had to keep quiet or find themselves with a charge. With how many people walking by, it'd be so bad to get caught. So she nods her head managing to keep quiet herself for now with little will power.

The moment her hips begin bouncing on his, she had to press her lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. Nails clutching his shoulders, moaning into his mouth, thankfully muffled under the music of the fair games nearby. )

[He kisses her back, letting his tongue roll into her mouth as she starts bouncing on hip lap. He settles his hands on her waist to help her bounce up and down on him as well. Thanks to the clothes he still has on and hers being moved to the side, the sound is incredibly muted.

He doesn't think they have much to worry about as far as getting caught goes, but he knows they still need to be quick all the same. He never thought she would do this type of thing with him, he thought she would make him wait or something. But that's just the type of woman she is, isn't it? Risk is just something she deals with every day.]

( Her tongue reaching out to rub against his, good idea on his part to keep her quiet with the kiss. Because she can't stop moaning as every time her hips come down on his, it's hitting the right spot in her. Spicing the pictures even more, she lifts her top over her breasts, freely bouncing in rhythm with her hips for his eyes to see. Breaking the kiss to breath, but she has to bite her lip to keep her moans quiet.

She wouldn't make him wait, he needed release like she did, so she'd pull him in any room or alley hidden away to take care of it. Her hands groping his muscles that bulge a little with his grip on her hips as he helps her bounce. Finding a man she is both physically and emotionally compatible with her tastes. Green eyes staring down into his blue ones, the closer she was getting to her release, her moans escaping the back of her throat without a care of who's listening. All she can think of is how his cock was hitting all the right spots, fitting so snug in her walls. )

Sun~~ You're going to make me cum~...

[The pictures of this were going to be enough to get him aroused whenever he looked at them. It would be hard not to think about and remember how this feels each time he sees the image of the two of them together. Even with the condom on, this still feels incredible. She's bouncing so quickly, taking him in so deep with each descent onto his cock.]

M-Me too.

[He says as he gives her again so he can let out a moan into her mouth. He tightens his grip on her body and helps her bounce up and down quicker and harder. He wants to take them both of the edge together. Being intimate in public with such a small booth being the only thing stopping them from getting caught is arousing in itself. His breathing is growing heavier and his heartbeat picking him. He feels himself right there, just moments away from hitting his peak.]

( The feelings about the pictures were mutual as she would not be able to stop herself from remembering how good he was making her feel. Breathing heavily with each bounce of her hips, they had to be quick, so no one was suspicious. Her moans muffled by his lips as she kisses back with just as much hunger, tongue rubbing against his. His quick thinking because the closer they were getting to release the more free her moans were.

His help bouncing her hips faster and harder, the world outside of this booth having no idea what was happening. The idea of getting caught arousing her hips to move harder, the sneakiness of this making her heartbeat quicken. She clutches his shoulders and presses a deep kiss to his lips as she cums, thighs shaking, her walls convulses around his cock. Her hips not stopping, but slowing down to ride out their orgasm, twitching with the amazing feeling he's given her.

Pressing a sweet and slow kiss to his lips, showing her true feelings for Sun through that kiss. He really knew how to capture a girl's heart and no one else was going to replace that. )

Mmm~ You know how to drive a girl crazy, Sun~

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( info. f/f for shipping, wide open to gen. no smut. no crack either. everything else open. prefer to keep the scenario in the ancient world/historical or something fantasy-esque. )

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[aight rng threw apocalypse at me, and while god knows what if has thrown a few our way (and arguably the snap could be one??), boy that sure is a heavy af topic to thread with someone you haven't played with before! |D could roll with it, could roll something else, could say fuck it and come up with a completely different scenario that interests us, got any particular desires?]

[ We should avoid the snap. lol Because that topic is far too heavy. I don't mind the apocalypse setting, I'm rather find of it. Just not the 'snap' version. So maybe some AU where they're dealing with a normal apocalypse or zombie apocalypse. Though, I'm good with whatever is thrown my way. Or if you wanted to mix and match, I'd be good with that too. ]

[whoof now that life has given me the chance...keeping it vague and in medias res, feel free to do whatever you want with this orrr lmk if you want something more in the thick of things or w/e, I'm easy lol]

The Avengers can't solve every problem, stop every disaster, save every day. As it turns out.

Punch would-be alien overlords back into space? No problem. Disable a rogue AI hellbent on the destruction of humanity? That one had a fair bit of disaster first, but the job got done. Neo-nazis with superweapons? Tuesday.

Politics can't be fought with a shield. Economics can't be shot with an arrow. Microbiology can't be punched into the ground. Humans can't save humanity from itself.

A cascading number of factors has led to here, now: a former SHIELD safehouse in rural Saskatchewan; an indistinct cabin in the woods on the outside with some moderate food, weapon, and tech stores in a bunker beneath it. Clint paces across the roof, back and forth with a slow and steady rhythm, eyes scanning the treeline, ears tuned to the sound of rustling in the underbrush and occasional songbird chatter up above. Nothing, it seems, out of the ordinary on approach. The birds will go quiet if there's too much trouble on the way, and the sound of tromping and raging feet through the brush will sound a hell of a lot different than the light feet of a fox or the foraging of a deer.

At least food won't be a problem if it comes to it. There's a stream not too much of a jog north they can boil water for. Forageable plants. Clint's more used to regular crops, but there's no reason to risk any kind of op to the nearest farmland yet. If they can avoid people, all the better, and farms aren't a bad place to set up in case of emergency with a good bit of space for others to gather.

Well. So long as no one who owns the farm gets infected. He sets the intruding thought right out of mind and climbs down off the roof to make his way inside. They're a ways away from civilization, would need a good drive to get anywhere they need to go or long, long hike. The only people who should know this even exists are fellow SHIELD agents. A lot of the old places went defunct when the organization went under (legally, and underground unofficially), so it didn't feel like a big risk. This one he's pretty sure only gets used by those who need to lay extremely low for a bit and let some heat wash by. It's not useful for a whole lot else. If it was safer to slide into one of the safe spots in a city, he would've stayed in New York.

Has to wonder, briefly, how much of New York is standing now.

Set that thought out of mind, too.

"All quiet out there," he calls inside, making sure the door is securely shut behind him. "Nice change of pace." From the noise and the chaos of the past several weeks.

The world, as far as he was concerned, had gone to hell. Even if they'd been through the hell that had been slammed out at them before. Aliens, neo-nazis, and a copious amount of other things had been thrown their way. So much had been thrown at them and they'd given as good as they got. They'd done what they could.

This, however, wasn't something he could blast with one of his suits. Wasn't something that his nanites could actively fix. Nor did he have the resources, honestly, to try and fix it. Though people had wanted him try. They'd wanted him to attempt to fix what humanity had broken. Only problem with that notion was that he couldn't.

Did he want to try? Yes. Did he think he'd ever succeed? No. This was even beyond him. Not something a genius ever wants to think about.

They hadn't gotten word on anyone else out there and it worried him. Even if he couldn't think about that. Others were pretty damn good at what they did, same as him and Barton. How the two of them had ended up at a former SHIELD safehouse was beyond him. There was a bit he didn't remember. A bit he didn't want to remember.

The place they were stashed away had some resources he could work with. If anything? He could even head out toward the skies. Even if that would be dangerous on its own. Some military idiot out there would see a threat and try to take it down.

He hears Barton call down to him. Hears the mention of quiet and he gives a bit of a laugh," You know I don't like the quiet, Barton." The quiet, to him, wasn't a good thing. Then again he also preferred his music. Something he couldn't do while they were trying to lay low. The last thing they wanted to do was get the attention of any infected.

"You still good on weapons?"

If he asked about Barton being good on arrows then it meant he didn't have to focus on himself. He could focus on something other than the quiet.

[ OOC: Sorry for the delay. RL is trying to kick my butt. ]

Trying to reestablish communications has to be a priority. As far as Clint's aware, Nat was doing some op in Belize before things went to shit, and Bruce had gotten flown out to a high tech biolab in China near the beginning of it all, before it exploded into the problem it is now, to try and help stem the tide of potentially apocalyptic destruction.

Needless to say, Bruce hasn't saved the world yet, and they can only hope that the big green keeps him immune. The thought of an infected Hulk is absolutely terrifying.

Thor's probably offworld, doing whatever he does on Asgard or around the ~realms~, being a good princeling leader. Fuck knows where Steve is; he tends to make his own assignments and go wherever he's decided he's needed. Clint has decided to believe that, sooner or later, that shield is going to make some appearance in Canada, and they'll find each other through the madness.

Clint's not bad with comms, but a lot of the airwaves got jammed with emergency broadcasts early on, and a lot of facilities have gone down since. Tony can probably hack something together. Right? Right. This is also what he's decided to believe. The man who made the first Iron Man in a cave with a box of scraps.

"Quiet's good," Clint insists mildly. He bites back a reminder that of the two of them, Tony's always got something on him to link him to some fancy armor and is therefore much less likely to get ripped into. Clint has his wits and his awareness and his rotten Barton luck that's kept him alive all these years.

Barton luck's less rotten now in terms of armaments. Once a bullet's fired, can't exactly go dig it out of someone and put it back. And if worst ever comes to it, he can go back to basics and make some. It's good. It's fine. It's going to be okay.

(He does not believe this. Because he knows that's not true.)

"Nothing's gonna get through to us unless a whole stampede charges up here." And even then, he's saved a couple trick arrows, just in case. "Which won't be quiet." As a reminder.

Trying to establish communication was something that Tony had been working on for a while. There were, unfortunately, some things that stopped his tech from working outside of the walls. Something he had yet to find. There was probably some kind of jammer out there that jammed certain signals. It meant that he'd have to try other avenues and ways of contacting others. They could, after all, always find pigeons if need be.

Clint wouldn't be wrong in thinking that he could build something for communication. It was one of the reasons he liked having parts around him. Even if he needed to actively sleep. Something he had a bad habit of not doing. He doesn't recall the last time he truly slept. Not a full night's sleep anyway. He's sure Barton had to remind him sometimes.

"Quiet is dangerous," Tony states simply. The other might think that quiet was good, but he didn't. It meant that things were vying for their time out there. Or if there were survivors they could be out to kill anyone they ran across. Unfortunately, he hadn't run into any yet that he can recall.

When the other mentions that nothing was gonna get through to them he shakes his head," Not what I asked." No, he'd asked if the other was still good on weapons. If he wasn't? Then Tony could see about making more. Even if that meant flying out around the city.

"We'll have to go on a run later anyway."

"If I had any one me, I'd offer up a penny for those thoughts."

Because a quiet John could mean any number of things, most of them not inherently bad. Harry's inherently curious, though. It could be about music, or sex, or the nebulous future, or food, or-

Well. There is a hungry look in those eyes, now that he thinks about it. But not the food kind. The kind that gets him all kinds of excited all kinds of places. He's pretty sure he's not imagining it.

Harry is also inherently a smartass, just like John, though, so instead of prying into that or making a point to go over and start kissing like John is the air he breathes (and he is), he has to keep going. "Or is it a quid? Euro? Shilling? One of those pennies pressed into a neat design at museums?"

"Oh, I'll press something of yours alright." Not one of John's best comebacks but his thoughts are a little scattered at the moment. He rubs both hands over his face and tries not to simply grab his boyfriend by the front of his faded band t-shirt to kiss the loving hell out of him.

It's a stupid feeling to begin with. Some pretty leggy blond had tried her best to get Harry's attention. Her low cut shirt and perky breasts were very attention grabbing. It hadn't worked because Harry's dense about these things but John is still wrestling with a sense of jealousy.

There's a very loud and insistent part of John that wants to remind Harry of exactly who he's dating and why but it feels rather silly when Harry didn't even seem to recognize what was happening.

"It's a pound sterling," he says as he reaches out and walks his fingers up Harry's shirt. "Which is exactly what I'm thinking you should do tonight."

Ah, the comfortable fall back of flirtation and sex. Harry should catch on he's flirting, at least.

Oh, he's definitely caught on. He might be stupid, ~~bottom text~~ but his boyfriend doing some come-ons does not pass him by. Now. Now that they're a thing, together. The less said about the first time they met, the better.

The stress he recognizes, so maybe it's just needing to blow off some steam? Harry could certainly use blowing something off himself after that bodacious babe had tried very hard to get his attention. And she certainly got some of it. If her shirt had been any lower, Murph would've gotten her for indecency, and Harry is a stunningly simple man at times.

But he has a boyfriend. And no amount of flirty bounces of a heaving chest of boobs (and damn, those legs) will make him stray. Not when things are going so well. He thinks they're going well, anyway. John hasn't exactly been complaining or anything, which he feels is a good sign, because when he gets on about something, he'll complain until he's blue in the face.

Anyway, he's got his own leggy blond is the point. He gives a dumb little grin and leans a little closer. "I can pound your sterling all night. For queen and country."

That blonde would've sunk her teeth into Harry and never let go. John understands the feeling but he was there first. He's there now. And whatever little insecure voice in the back of his head is screaming that Harry doesn't really want him needs to shut the hell up.

He stretches up and drapes his arms over Harry's shoulders. The bastard is so damn tall! But that's good in this case because it means John has to lean into him to really reach his arms all the way up there.

"I feel it is your patriotic duty to put this Brit in his place." He adores that stupid grin. It's for him, not a walking pair of tits and ass. "Or something like that."

John's dressed for a performance so his shirt is fairly low cut and he's got many of his tattoos showing. He looks damn good and he knows it. He's going to make sure Harry's eyes are on him and only him now. He wants to keep this as long as possible... before Harry doesn't resist a walking pair of tits and ass.

It's a good stretch to make John do. Makes that slutty shirt ride up a little, show more skin. It's where his hands go, too, right to his waist. "C'mon, you can't give me wiggle room like that. Makes me think I gotta throw you in the harbor, declare my independence." And at current, he does not want to be independent from John. Stop, don't let the clumsy metaphors get away...refocus.

"Let's see, which place is your place this time. Is it down on your knees? Is it pinned to a wall? Pushed face down in bed? Add a few fashionable accessories or fun toys?" Harry rubs his thumbs in small circles against skin, right along the stretch of exposed skin just above the hips. "So many ways to be patriotic, it's like my very own 4th of July." No, fucking drop the stupid figurative language!

John lets Harry run with the whole America versus Britain thing. He seems quite happy to mix his metaphors while somehow still being sexy throughout the whole thing. His warm thumbs against his skin are a nice distraction from his little rambles.

"And you didn't even stumble into something about shooting off," he purrs as he leans up to kiss Harry. He also has to put a hand on the back of Harry's neck and pull him down because the man is practically a giant but he gets his kiss.

It's lovely how easily he sinks into the kiss but what he meant to be teasing and tempting quickly gets away from him. John's grip on the back of Harry's neck tightens and his kiss turns hard, demanding. He's making a claim and reminding Harry of it.

"You're gonna see fireworks, baby."

Let him be dumb as rocks with flirting. It's all part of the charm. Somehow.

It's the easiest thing in the world to lean down and get pulled into the kiss. John's good at it. Harry likes to think he isn't half-bad, either. Easy as anything, though, to get pulled into this orbit and start to freefall. They're gonna get somewhere that needs a flat surface soon enough.

But then John changes the tone of it all. Tighter, harder, rougher. Needing, needing to be needed and needing to need. John does not ever need a reason to be in the mood, but this does feel like something that had a flashpoint, an impetus. Maybe he should find out what it is so he can do it again. One hand starts to slide up along John's back by the time he gets to take a breath, fully prepared for a peppering of bites to follow, honestly.

"Your sterling was already going to take a hard pounding; you don't have to convince me any further than that," he jokes.

"I do."

Fuck. John hadn't meant to say that out loud. He wanted to keep that thought inside his head so Harry wouldn't get suspicious. Or start thinking about what might make John feel like he needs to convince Harry to fuck him.

He does try to distract again by pressing kisses across Harry's neck. He even tosses in a few little bites and nips to hopefully keep any questions from happening.

John does not want to seem needy and unsure about their relationship. They're making a damn good go of it. They're happy. John needs to focus on that and not how much Harry seemed to enjoy looking at that blonde bombshell.

He does? Huh. That's telling. What it's telling, Harry isn't quite sure yet, but an increased vigor in kissing--and biting, bless--doesn't keep him from thinking about it.

Could just be a kinky thing. Get Harry all kinds of riled like there's going to be some feral beast brought out in bed. Doesn't seem likely, but god forbid John use his words sometimes.

Two can play, though. Harry's hands go wandering, broad and sure, and he uses his height to his advantage. Namely in walking John back until there is a nice solid wall to sandwich him against. He swoops in for a hungry kiss, taking his sweet time in savoring it. And then he sets fingers under John's jaw, tilts his head further back.

"Consider me convinced. Unless we're playing a game I don't know the rules to."

His back hits the wall and Harry's front presses against him. A hot rush goes through him at the sheer size of his lover. Harry's not broad but he's tall and towers over John. He's caged in but not trapped.

"There's no game." He meets Harry's eyes so he'll believe the words. He licks his lips thinking about his next words. Harry's caught on there's a mess in his head. The man's fairly bright when he's paying attention.

"I'm looking for a little attention from my boyfriend is all." John is being honest with that. He wants all of Harry's attention all the time. He's a jealous, petty thing, clearly.

Harry's brow furrows. "You've got it. And more than a little." Is that all? It doesn't seem like a lie, just doesn't seem like the whole truth of it either.

He presses his body more firmly to John's, adding a slow grind. God, what an attractive bastard. A little messy, but Harry's not exactly all sunshine and daisies himself. A messy they can work with. Doesn't scare him away. Fingers soothe along John's cheek in a distinctly different fashion to what's going on down south. Shockingly, he contains multitudes.

"Have I been ignoring you?" A genuine question, wondering if he's been a neglectful boyfriend as of late. Just because Harry can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.

The softness of his touch undoes some of the tension in John's head. It loosens the noose slowly tightening around his heart. The hot flush of arousal tempered by something softer that frankly scares the hell out of John sometimes.

"No, luv, you haven't." He smooths his hands over Harry's shoulders and down his arms. "I'm... I'm being a jealous wanker."

He feels so stupid saying it out loud when he has Harry's soft eyes looking at him, big dick pressing against his hip, and gentle hand on his cheek. Why did he feel so threatened by that woman? Harry so clearly wants him.

"She was gorgeous that woman," he mutters, glancing away. "And she absolutely wanted you. But you never notice so what do I have to be jealous over? A big set of tits?"

Maybe...

It takes a lot not to have a laugh punched out of him. It's the kneejerk reaction, but even stupid ape foreground Harry can understand that it's not a good look. Leggy Tits Mcgee? That's what all this is about?

Not that he can't sympathize a little. John's not hugely famous rockstar, but he's hot, he's got a good voice, he's got fans and followers. His good looks are for everyone. Harry gets the arguably softer, more domestic side that others don't always get, but John is a commodity, selling himself in a fashion. Makes people want him. It's intimidating. Harry is certain one of these days John's going to realize how much better he can do and slip right out of his life. Or, flip of the coin, John will get too afraid of what they've got and of losing it that he'll cut himself loose instead.

Just because he's convinced he's going to lose John one way or another doesn't mean Harry won't fight tooth and nail to keep him.

So he takes a breath, holds it until the urge to laugh passes, and lets the breath go with just one mild sound. "Oh, I noticed. I'm stupid as hell, but it's hard not to notice. I'm taken, not blind. Someone shoves their tits in my face, hey, hard not to look." His voice gets stronger, takes on an edge, as his hand slides through bright blond hair. "Look at me, John. I'm still taken. By you. My boyfriend. Okay? I'm a fuckup who's going to fuck up, but I'm not going to fuck it all up by getting all dopey over random hot ladies. Because you mean more to me than that."

He knows Harry well enough to know that he's holding back a laugh which... well, he appreciates the effort. It does make him a little peeved but it's probably deserved. They're living together for God's sake. What is John worried about?

Just losing the best relationship he's had in years. Yeah, just that.

"I know that. I do." He nods a little but doesn't look away from Harry. Can't look away when his expression is so earnest and his words so soft. Now John wants to fuck him for entirely different reasons though the results will be the same as before. Just... with less biting. Maybe.

"You mean a lot to me too which is why I see a leggy blond hitting on you want get a little worked up." He plucks at the front of Harry's shirt. "You're mine and she should go walk her tits somewhere else. It's a character flaw of mine, I'll admit, but yeah, I can get a little jealous even knowing what I know."

God, please, don't let there be less biting.

"You get a little tiny bit aggressive when you're all jealous and worked up." The edge bleeds out of him, smarmy lopsided grin coming back again. "Did you know, it's actually kind of hot? I'm not saying I'm gonna purposely get myself distracted by any gal with legs up to damn just to get you steaming, but I am saying it's not the worst flaw you've got." Look. He knows a lot of John's other flaws. Jealousy does not break top five. "So long as you don't start getting that way anytime I hang out with anyone even remotely attractive."

It's only because Harry noticed the flirtation this time. Usually it goes right over his head which is quite a feat given his height. He noticed the blond and her tits too.

"You want me aggressive?" He purrs the words as he leans away from the wall and more into Harry. "I can be aggressive, luv. Leave you scratched and bitten and sated."

The little jealous demon in the back of his head is quieted but he can definitely get back in that 'all mine' mind set if Harry wants to enjoy that.

"Wellllll," Harry drawls out the word, grin getting sharper, eyes darker. "That would help let people know that your boyfriend's taken." He leans down more, lips to John's ear. "That he belongs to someone."

The thought makes him feel a little giddy inside. That someone wants him so much that they would willingly think of him as theirs. That they might want to show that. That they'd want to let people know. And John seems keen that Leggy Tits should know.

And maybe that Harry should also know. Like a reminder. See a bite in the mirror, feel the dull ache of a bruise, and know deep down who did it and why.

"That what you want? Everyone to know I'm yours? And only yours."

He does belong to John. It's been a long time since he felt this possessive about a significant other. He wants to keep and hold and claim Harry for his and his alone. He's glad to see Harry respond to the idea and not get gun shy about it.

"You're damn right you're mine," he growls and tugs Harry closer by his hips. As if there's any room between them at all. There's barely room for breath between them right now. Still, whatever was left is gone now.

He makes that perfectly clear by latching on to Harry's neck with teeth and tongue biting down hard. It's a mark where everyone can see too. Not easily hidden by clothes unless Harry starts to wear turtlenecks.

Harry hisses with initial pain which morphs into a grunt of pleasure. It's both, painful but so hot. "Damn vampire," he growls with the utmost affection. He's never taken to turtlenecks, and he's not about to start now. Hickeys will be displayed with pride. Let the girls at the shelter giggle and gossip; the dogs and cats sure won't judge.

He grinds their hips together at that very insistent pull, while his hands do their own pulling. Namely, pulling John's jacket off so he can then also get the shirt off and just start stripping the only tits and ass he needs in his life.

He bites harder at being called a vampire. Harry wants a claim, John's damn well going to make a claim. It's rough at the start until he feels the warmth bloom under his tongue. Once he's certain there's a mark blooming on Harry's skin he turns a little more gentle, laving and kissing where he's left it.

His leather jacket hits the floor with a bit of a jangle from all the spikes and chains. He has to wrestle with Harry's hands and shove him a bit away to get his shirt off without catching on his nipple rings.

A part of him wants to tell Harry easy but the louder voice says charge ahead. His hands slide under Harry's shirt and tug at it. He wants to leave more marks. He needs more skin.

John is allowed to tell him to ease up. He'll do it in a heartbeat. But he doesn't, goes with the heavy heady flow, strips off his shirt in a way that means just a little extra space between them. It works out. Gives them space to get Harry's old band shirt off and joined on the floor.

He crushes his mouth to John's before it can find purchase on freshly bared skin, filled with desire. "Bed," he breathes against lips, kissing again. "Horizontal surface." Y'know, whatever will do. So long as it can hold their weight. Floor, even, though that wouldn't exactly be the most comfortable.

Is he making any attempt to move in that kind of direction though? Not really. Because he wants to touch his boyfriend, hands sliding up ribs, thumbs finding piercings and fun nipples to play with. He'll get his mouth there soon enough.

Those things can be found but it's difficult when there's all that warm skin to press himself against right now. Why wait for something like a bed or a couch or the floor? He has it now.

John scratches his nails down Harry's back. Another way to mark him as his. They'll be hidden by Harry's shirt but he'll feel them. He'll remember. That's what matters. He wants Harry to remember who left them. Him.

Then he shoves at his shoulders. "Come on, you oaf," he pants the words trying to get his breath back. "You want a bed? Let's find one."

He can't remember where they are exactly. Most of his brainpower has sunk below the belt. Which way to the nearest bed? If he can't remember then he'll just drag Harry to the floor after all. It won't exactly give him what he wants because they won't have lube but it might take the edge off.

The breath stutters in his chest at nails down his back. He isn't always in the mood for rough, but John's bout of jealous possessiveness has gotten his nethers riled something fierce. Harry laughs breathlessly when John shoves him back. "Demanding, too." Hot.

He does actually remember where they are, in some upstairs hallway in Thomas' unfairly huge manor with a party winding down below them. They probably are not the first couple to steal away up here and are unlikely to be the last. No idea how many bedrooms there are, but it's entirely too many for one person to have, he knows that.

Which is not a thought to interrogate or himself feel jealous about in this moment. Because he bends to scoop their discarded clothes and jerks his head for John to follow. Could they fuck in a study? A game room? Oh, sure, but a bedroom--aha!--is much more likely to be stocked with things they need.

Plus, damn it, he's going to want soft things after, and he's not sleeping on a pool table again.

He hangs his own shirt on the knob. John's clothes get tossed haphazardly back to the floor. "Oh look, a bed. I got what I want. What do you want?" He makes a 'come at me' motion with his hands. "You want me? Come get me."

When has he ever been passive for Harry?

Ah, right, the half-brother's mansion. It's easier for John to remember things now that there's some breathing room between him and Harry. He doesn't want to think long, mind you. He wants to get back to claiming his boyfriend as soon as possible.

He's right on Harry's heels as they navigate halls to a decent room. They're all decent but this has a bed and that's better than any plush couch he saw along the way. Though the game room could be revisited...

John licks his lips as he looks over Harry standing there on offer. That sense of hot possession rises over him again. His words send a few chords of music through his head. One of John's own songs. It's probably not intentional, Harry's not that romantic but it's still nice.

He walks towards him and puts a hand on Harry's chest pushing him back towards the bed. He stops him right at the edge so he can walk his fingers down to deal with Harry's fly. "I want to mark you up from neck to thigh."

Harry's been listening to enough of John's music that some must inevitably filter through whether deliberate or not. If there's an urge to tease about using that music to play over sex, he swallows it down. There's the barest thump of tunes filtering through from the party yet, at least.

He puts up no resistance when John stalks close and pushes him to bed. Not quite onto it. Every touch is a thrill, burning hot, and when fingers find themselves at his fly, his grin is huge. "You already got the neck taken care of. Nobody's going to miss that." His own hands do some roaming. Neck, shoulders, back, ass. Give that a squeeze. "Consider me your canvas."

John has absolutely fucked to his music going in the background. Sometimes it can be great and sometimes he wants himself to shut up. The bass boosted music of the party below is more than enough for tonight. He wants to hear Harry.

"The point is everyone sees it. Everyone knows you're taken." There's no hiding that hickey unless Harry wants to borrow some of John's stage makeup and he won't let him use it. This is what Harry asked for.

He presses his ass back into Harry's hands. John presses his mouth to a nice soft spot on Harry's shoulder near his collar bone and bites down like before. He's relentless until he feels the mark under his tongue. One more down and so much of Harry to mark up. This is going to take awhile.

Harry finds himself dipping automatically when teeth find skin, that lizard brain urge to get away from it paired with giving John plenty of ample opportunity to get at whatever he wants in spite of tallness. Another hiss and a breathy exhale when the pain eases to soothing.

Oh, he's gonna be a mess tomorrow. And he couldn't be happier at the idea.

"Everyone's gonna know stupid tall idiot's got a stupid hot crazy partner that marks his property. Next thing you know, you're gonna get me a collar with a tag on it. I'll match Mouse. We'll be like twins."

The mention of a collar, so casual and offhand, actually sends a shiver down John's spine but Harry's not the one wearing it. Not that he wouldn't look good in one and all that it implies but John definitely thinks of a collar around his throat.

A thought for another time because he's in charge right now.

"I'm sure you'll be a very good boy for me." John tugs Harry's jeans down over his hips and lets them fall to the floor. They aren't painted on like John's purple skinny jeans. He can't help but rub his palm over his boxers feeling that lovely cock of his under the fabric.

If he wasn't so intent on his marking and claiming plan he would go for choking on it. Mmm.

His mouth moves to Harry's chest and drags his teeth over the skin.

It's a shudder he can feel from the closeness of their bodies pressed together. So. That's something to tuck away for later, collars. For fun for another time.

His own shiver comes from his jeans sliding off and a hand going somewhere that he is very happy about. "The goodest boy. Just for you. Nobody else. If I had a tail, it'd be wagging." He steps out of the jeans and kicks them aside as John gets himself to work on his chest, and god, what a view that is. Never gets tired of it.

Before John gets too low, maybe he should help with those skin tight jeans. Do a little fumble with the fly, push them down for just enough wiggle room to get an ample handful of bare ass. "You're not too shabby yourself." Because he's got enough mouth to be cheeky yet.

The skinny jeans are meant to tempt and tease on stage. They make his ass and bulge look so much better than they truly are. That's the point of his stage persona. Hot rockstar that will fulfill every fantasy. The only person who gets that actual fantasy fulfillment has his hands on John's ass right now.

With a nice bruise on Harry's chest - close to his heart do not read into that - John licks at a nipple and bites lightly.

"Mm, high praise coming from you." He pushes at his own jeans to wiggle them off down his thighs. They'll be a bitch to get off later. It's a lot easier now while gravity can try and help. "I'm all dressed up and you call me not too shabby."

He flips him off.

It is perhaps unwise to get smart with someone intent to put their teeth everywhere they can. Watch that never, ever stop Harry, though.

"You look even less shabby dressed down," he says with a laugh, only a small hiccup in there from the attention to his chest. "Lemmie help with that."

Gravity can only do so much with tight pants, c'mon.

He sits himself down on the edge of the bed and pulls John in, right onto his lap, so he's got a better angle to tug those jeans all the way off one leg at a time. John might be the one feeling a bit more in command tonight, but Harry knows he still loves getting manhandled whenever possible. And he's more than happy to supply that effect.

"There's my gorgeous boyfriend. All unwrapped like a present for me."

And he is indeed unwrapped. John's gone commando to make sure there weren't any lines showing. There really wasn't much room for boxers or briefs anyway. Commando made the most sense even if it wasn't always the most comfortable.

His cock is happy to pop free when the jeans are pushed down and say hello to Harry. John gives a little wiggle and a kick to get rid of the jeans.

"And somehow my gorgeous boyfriend still has this on..." He pushes at Harry's underwear hiding that big beautiful dick from him. Naked Harry will also help with John's plan to mark him up.

He goes back to attacking Harry's shoulders with marks now that they're easier to reach. It won't help get him naked but it's fun for John.

"Not for long." That's a promise. Hey, John had the opportunity when getting Harry's jeans off, but nooo, wanted to have fun with the whole thing. Well, he's not at all opposed to fun! John doesn't have to undress him any further. He just has to be okay with a bunch of wiggling while in Harry's lap as he shuffles them off under their weight. Shut up.

"Gonna make me one big bruise." He sounds not in the slightest bit put out about that idea.

"If anyone besides me sees the ones I'm about to make I'll end you," John says pleasantly like they're just discussing something fun to do on a nice afternoon.

He braces his hands on Harry's shoulders and shoves hard so he flop back down on the bed. They can both wiggle up so there's more room for John to mouth down Harry's body.

The first mark he leaves is on his side just past his chest. He digs in with teeth and soothes with his tongue before he moves on. John moves to his hip. While his mouth works a new mark on Harry's hip he deliberately rests his hand on his dick.

As much as he wants to suck Harry off and choke on that dick he goes for one more mark on the inside of Harry's thigh. Yeah, he'll be real pissed if anyone sees that particular mark.

He lets out a very dignified oof at being shoved back, grinning all the while. Not going to risk doing anything to chase John off, no sir. Harry might be a lot of things, but, historically, unfaithful is not one of them.

His legs flop open to give John room to work, and he is not disappointed. A hand slides through John's hair, ruffling it up and getting just a bare bit of grip. Just as a hand rests where all the blood is going besides the bruises. Not moving, of course not, teasing asshole, but it's something which is always better than nothing.

The noise he makes at the thigh bite is a brief high whine, pain and pleasure and so close to sucking on him and deliberately not doing so all coming together. "What if I wear short shorts?" With a tug at John's hair. "And a crop top?"

"You won't even wear a v-neck t-shirt," he mutters the words against the mark he left on Harry's thigh. "You'll never do a crop top."

Harry's fashion sense can be described as t-shirt and jeans. All seasons. If anyone in this relationship is going to wear a crop top and short shorts it will be John and it will be on stage. Crop top isn't a bad idea actually.

John admires the mark he left by pressing his thumb against it. "You'll feel this one and think of me, won't you? Think of my mouth nice and low. Almost where you really want it."

He licks at Harry's hip still not paying enough attention to his dick.

It's a good, all season, all weather outfit, damn it. Maybe John should get him sluttier looks. But that train of thought is immediately derailed with the pressure put on the mark. "Nobody but you. And how much you want me." Fuck that's hot. "And how you're a teasing prick."

He's got a hand in John's hair; he could manhandle his boyfriend exactly where he needs to be. But he likes the foreplay. Gonna let John direct this tonight. But: "You gonna move that hand at all, or you just using me as an armrest?"

John takes his hand away from Harry's dick and licks the tip of a finger. He trails that finger up and down the length of his dick. His touch is light and slow. He's absolutely being a teasing prick.

"How's that, luv?" he asks with an arrogant smirk. "Is that what you want?"

While he keeps teasing with that single finger John sucks a mark right above the base of Harry's dick. He knows that one is going to be felt. It's a very sensitive spot. No ignoring that mark.

"Stars and stones, you're a real piece of work," Harry curses, not doing a damn thing to stop it since he enjoys every moment. Enjoy a nice, big, twitchy cock while you can, John.

The next mark involves a lot less biting down, thankfully, but still has him throwing his head back and curling up his legs. Feels like his senses are all kinds of scrambled. Won't tell him to stop, will let him make whatever marks he wants wherever he wants, but damn that's sensitive. Gonna smart with every thrust when they get to it.

"Fuck, what if I say please?"

John presses his tongue against the mark just to send another rush through Harry's nerves. It's going to hurt but be a good sort of aching pain.

"I like the word please." He nuzzles his cheek against Harry's cock. "Ask me nicely for what you want, luv."

John can be giving. And really, he wants to get his mouth on Harry's cock. It's right there being tempting as hell. John wants to taste it. Choke on it. He's the only one who gets to do that.

"This is how it feels with the tables turned, huh?" Given it's usually Harry making John wait, making him play the good boy, being in control. That little bare rub of perpetual five o'clock shadow on sensitive skin is also driving him a teeny tiny bit insane. "Maybe I should pull a you and be a stubborn brat."

He could. Harry's certainly stubborn enough in his daily life, can brat it up with the best of them, even if it hasn't been his style in the sack. But he's impatient and needy and, damn it, a good boy with an invisibly wagging tail. He strokes some of John's hair back. "I want you to put your filthy mouth to work sucking me off. Please."

Among other things he wants, but one thing at a time.

There is a feeling of power and control, sure. He got Harry to say please. It's a damn good feeling. Mixed in with all that power is the deep desire to make that request come true.

John runs his tongue along his lips. "Since you asked so nicely..."

He holds Harry's dick at the base because it will take time for him to work up to swallowing the whole thing. Big bastard. All John's to enjoy. Blond tits and ass has no idea how much she's missing out.

He slides his mouth over the head tongue twisting around as he sucks slowly. Harry asked nice but the blowjob will be on John's terms.

"I can be real nice when the mood strikes me." So can John. So, so nice the way he knows how to handle Harry. And how to handle cock.

He knows he's on the big side. Comes with the territory of being about a foot or damn near it taller than most people around him. The rest of him grew in proportion. It's one of those nice problems to have, but does occasionally still remind him of being a problem. John has taken to said problem with gusto, enthusiastically, and while Harry is still careful, he can also go at with just as much enthusiasm.

It's been fucking heavenly is what he's saying. So John might be teasing, he might be the one to take it slow to take his boyfriend apart out of misplaced jealousy, and Harry might complain about it along the way, but rest assured that he loves every damn moment of it.

He props his head up so he can get a good view of the slow and thorough job John's going to do. The sight and sensation already elicit a guttural sound. "You better let me know when you're okay with me fucking your throat." There's enough impulse control for now, just getting started. No promises later.

It's a matter of practice and wanting it. John wants it. There's an ache in him for this man in any way he can have him. Including choking on his dick and get fucked into next Thursday. And one of them has to be careful because John isn't always. He'll chase that sting of pain recklessly.

At the moment he's busy bobbing his head, building a rhythm to take Harry deeper each time. He has most of Harry in his mouth when he hums to let him know he heard him and will give him the proper signal when he's ready.

Maybe he should make Harry ask nicely but John has his dick in his mouth and he doesn't want to stop to sass him.

The head of Harry's cock nudges the back of his throat, John swallows to take it deeper, and digs his nails against Harry's thighs as he fights against the choking sensation. The sensation that feels like getting high. He pulls back when he really starts to struggle.

John takes maybe two breathes before he's at it again. He can take it. He has taken it. He will again.

He might have the sense of self enough to ask nicely the way John's going. His boyfriend is so good at what he does, from a life full of people who weren't quite right for him, or right in the moment but not in the next, and Harry will reap every benefit. With a string of increasingly needy curses.

When John takes him so deep as to choke, Harry rests a hand on the back of his blond head. No pushing him onward, no keeping him put, John is in control, but just the weight of his hand there like a promise or a threat. The air goes out of him with the sight, the sensation, and the bite of nails in the meat of his thighs. God, he's filthy. Delightful filth. Filth that belongs to Harry.

John takes a literal breather, brief as anything, before going in again. And it knocks Harry flat. There's a limit somewhere, surely, and maybe John should take a little more time, doesn't always know when to stop, but he'll trust John to know himself and his limits at least for now.

"Fuck, John, you're gonna kill me, and I'm gonna thank you for it."

John is too busy focusing on actually taking all of Harry's cock in his mouth and throat. There's a bit of a fog coming over him. Not much. He's aware of Harry's words but they just don't matter.

His nails dig in again as he swallows and focuses on breathing through his nose. He takes him, all of him, but he can only choke him down for so long. John manages a few seconds until he has to pull back and catch his breath. He doesn't idle though. He bites at Harry's thigh and ruts a little against the bed.

"Pull my hair, damn it," he snaps. His cock is so damn hard. "Don't just moan pretty for me."

Harry's hand on his head doing nothing is driving him mad.

"But I moan so pretty just for you, babe," Harry says back with a laugh bubbling up. He even ruffles John's hair a little first.

But he can't say no. Because he's being good for John, one. And because you don't have to tell him twice to pull hair, two. He gets a fistful and gives a sharp tug up. "Your wish, my command. Get back to it." And then a good steady pull to get John's mouth back where it needs to be. Edge a little bit more control out of this, John's pace, make him go a little slower, or pull back more and let Harry do a little work. He doesn't need pampering. Even if it's nice.

The first pull gets a moan out of John. It's a sharp tug. It hurts in just the right way. Pain shifts quickly to pleasure. His cock twitches eagerly.

John fights a little just to get a second hit of that sting. His mouth comes down and takes Harry's cock back in. He's much more relaxed and ready to get his throat fucked.

He pets his hands along Harry's hips as a signal that he can start moving.

At first, he doesn't move. He moves John. If he wants more of that pull, he can have it, a new pace for bobbing, really getting their blood pounding for buildup. When he holds John still, that's when he braces a foot on the bed and works his hips. Not fast and sharp, but steady and sure. As deep as he wants and back again, leaving just enough time to get in a breath if need be before going in again.

They can save hard and fast and punishing for later. If John's going to give some control over, he's going to take it however it's dished out.

Not to say he doesn't go for the choke now and then. Pulling John down while bringing himself up, holding him there while nails bite at skin again, just long enough, just enough before letting go again. As a treat.

Harry is doing exactly what John wants. He would have ordered him to be this firm with him. It's not as rough as Harry can be with him but it's the right sort of treatment to make him want more and rougher.

And then he's choking on a cock shoved down his throat and he can't pull back. Harry's got him trapped between his hand and cock. Tears well at the corner of his eyes. His whole body tenses and then Harry pulls him off to get a breath.

He shivers happily and licks his lips to catch some of the spit. He's drooling so much. "I can tell how hard you want to fuck me." He pants heavily his eyes a little wild and so happy.

( no crack, please. willing to mix prompts from other categories. info on her journal.

bexthered available for fantasy/historical settings.)

(not into crack, and would prefer buildup before smut. otherwise, LFG. crosscanon and AU settings encouraged, particularly itching for Marvel or HotD/GoT stuff. i have ideas!)

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