bakerstreet | The Just Do It Meme (or the Shameless Smut Meme)

the JUST DO IT meme

(or the SHAMELESS SMUT meme)
The room you wake in is unfamiliar. The decor is red and gaudy, the pillows and other features of the room ♥heart-shaped♥. The bed is, thankfully, comfortable.
And there's someone in the bed with you. Are they male, female, or otherwise? A total stranger, or an old lover? Older than you, or younger than you? Well, no matter who they are, even if you would never dream of it otherwise, you're suddenly filled with an urge to have sex with them. Right here, right now. And so are they, so that should work out just fine.

Let's be real. Sometimes, you just want to play smut. Good old Porn Without Plot has a certain appeal, right? Other times, you just want to throw two characters together, but you're worried about how they would actually get to the deed or if they would even do it. Well, this meme takes out all the hassle. Let's indulge in some shameless smut.

HOW IT GOES DOWN:
- Comment with your characters, putting any preferences you have somewhere in the comment.
- Others will respond.
- Your characters, no matter what they would usually do or if they even know each other, will have the burning desire to screw the other's brains out.
- ~~There is no thirteenth floor. There is no Miss Zarves.~~ There is no RNG.
- Have fun.

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(ooc; i just request no sdr2 spoilers beyond chapter 1 please)

[ OOC: How would Mondo feel about putting his dick in crazy? Thought I'd check, haha. ]

(ooc; he would totally stick his dick in crazy)

[ Junko awoke in a state of confusion. As her eyes opened and took in her surroundings, she realized that she had no idea where she was. Not exactly a pleasant feeling for someone who was used to knocking out, kidnapping, and relocating other people.

She sat up- so she was in a bed, apparently- and growled, rubbing at her head. There wasn't much despair to be had in this, was there? She was just pissed off. She had things to take care of.

At that moment, she realized that she was not alone in the heart-shaped bed. What the fuck? ]

--Oowada-?!

[ This had to be some kind of joke, right? She distinctly remembered turning him into butter. ]

[ Mondo is relatively certain that this is a special place in hell reserved for-- well he's not actually sure. Perverts, maybe? Because this definitely looks like a room in some cheap love hotel. But he's also pretty sure he just died recently? So hell it is, then. Which is fitting; he really doesn't deserve to be anywhere else.

Of course having someone sharing the room with him is unexpected.

Well, he did see her die ~~or so he thinks~~. Her being here too isn't entirely surprising. ]

Enoshima? This is one weird fuckin' dream.

[No non/dubcon.]

[ A soft sigh escapes her lips as Alice let her lips trace along the column of his throat, although her smile is teasing, before she presses a soft kiss to his lips, standing on her toes to bridge the difference in their heights. There may be more than one reason she only wears designer clothes but one the biggest one, right now, is that the dressing rooms are much more roomier in the nicer stores. It's not often that she drags him along on her shopping trips. Honestly, they can last for hours and he's not exactly a people person, is he? Alice doesn't mind, not when she's flitting from rack to rack picking out what she'll wear and what she'll wear it for.

But sometimes, sometimes she likes to bring him, especially when the store is close to empty (she checks to make sure) and she feels a little daring. It's not as though she'd lead him into failure. But sometimes, she longs for the moments where they can be a young couple like any other. Right now, she knows they are breaking a myriad of rules but she knows for a fact they don't get caught. She's spent far too much money in this store for them to care about the way her hands are already working on the buckle of belt, waves of desire rolling off of her and undoubtedly crashing against him.]

Come on, [ her voice is a playful whisper.] You know you want to. [ And unless his pants are playing tricks, she's pretty sure he does.]

[Waiting for time to pass nowadays is always an excruciating ordeal. She's been waiting for them for years, and the closer she gets to the end, the antsier she gets. She's seen the visions, the dates on the walls of the Cullen mansion. It's soon. So soon she can taste it.

The restlessness has gotten bad, though, enough that she's concerned she'll rub off on Jasper. Within the past few days, she's had to resort to all kinds of distractions: runs to the coast and back, hunting the biggest game she can find, and- of course- Jasper.]

We've got one more week, if I read the calendars right. [She pauses, quite pointedly.] One more week of alone time.

[As distractions go, he's the best of them all.]