The Seed of an Idea Smut Meme

[sausagefests]

When playing smut, as with most rp, sometimes you have a problem --- well, a problem that becomes two-fold. Maybe you have an idea, some inspiration that strikes you, but it's not fully formed. There's not enough here to make a proper post; or, perhaps, you don't have the place to do so or the person who may be interested in it. The other problem is that there is no meme to cater to this specific idea, because most memes have their own, built-in prompts that don't exactly fit. Well, this meme kills two birds with one sexy stone. Here, you, the top commenter, provide only what you're interested in. This "idea" can be anything: a vague concept ("x, my boy character, crossdressing and having sex with a girl"), a picture, a lyric, a list of options, or a full-fledged starter. The only requirement is that your comment contain something. Everything else will follow, and others will show their creativity from what you've posted. RULES Comment with your character and your preferences. Comments MUST contain a prompt of some kind. Blank comments will be deleted. Comment to others, using what they've provided. As far as pictures or gifs go, obviously this will be NSFW, but please, for pictures that show extreme sexual violence or questionable consent, link them rather than embed them.

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handcuffs

[sheeeit]

"Who just leaves this shit laying around?" Roman called out from the other room, and strode back into view spinning a pair of handcuffs around one finger. The smirk on his face was an amused one, and he was eyeing Stiles in a way that was a bit beyond friendly. As friendly as Roman Godfrey could be, anyway.

He was dressed well as always, even if it was just to hang out, black dress shoes paired with close-fitting black trousers and a black v-necked shirt. All custom made to fit his 6'4 frame, of course.

"Are these your dad's, or are you a little freaky, Stiles?" No more freaky than Roman would ever be, and however poorly he hid his kinks he was almost positive his friend had no hint of just how strange the Upir could be.

"Not that I'm judging you." His voice was practically dripping with sarcasm, but that was the only way he knew how to joke around. Sharp features gave him a constant aura of coldness, and it worked to his advantage, except for when he wanted to be approachable. Like, right now, for example.

[teenyoda]

He scowled when he looked up and saw Roman twirling the handcuffs around, coming over and snatching them away. "They're my dad's and you're not supposed to go through his things."

That was Stiles' job, one that he did only when he needed to. Or when he was bored and stuck at home sick.

[sheeeit]

"Ooh, touchy subject?" Roman teased as the handcuffs were taken away from him.

"Maybe...you wish they were yours?" He'd always thought of Stiles as something of a prude, so it was fun to push his buttons every so often. He was cute when he blushed, anyway.

[teenyoda]

"No, thanks. Incarceration isn't really a kink of mine. Neither is getting my ass kicked by my dad when he finds out someone's been rooting around in his stuff." There was a system that had to be done in snooping. One that made sure his dad wasn't aware of it happening.

[sheeeit]

"Oh, fine. Tell him I did it, what's he gonna do, tell my parents?" A rather morbid joke, he no longer had parents to tell. Roman was now the sole face of the Godfrey Institute, and he really couldn't have cared less.

"What is a kink of yours?" He asked nosily.

[teenyoda]

"And I'll still get in trouble for not keeping an eye on you." Duh, Roman.

The question had him looking over at Roman as he tucked the cuffs in his back pocket, brows up. "What's with the weird fascination with sex stuff today? Did someone forget that I don't have experience with that?"

[sheeeit]

"I guess I should've remembered, considering how oblivious you are." He had to laugh at Stiles' inexperience, but he found it equally endearing as he did funny.

"You want it though, right? Experience. I have that." Maybe a little more obvious would get the point across a little better.

"If I have to get a megaphone and scream from the rooftop that I want to fuck you, I'll do that, too."

[teenyoda]

He fumbled with the handcuffs, almost dropping them before he managed to get them in his pocket. "Um... ah. Wow. I'd rather you didn't?" He gave Roman a weird look. Maye he was just pulling his leg, but Stiles couldn't tell with him.

"That's, um, nice and all, but I don't think you're my type."