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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[garou]

He stops just as he gets the zipper open, hovering over Stiles' hips, hand teasing at the waist of his boxers. "You don't want me to?"

[teenyoda]

The noise he makes is one of pure exasperation. "Do you have eyes? Clearly I do." His erection wasn't making any attempts to hide itself. "Just... you don't have to do anything."

[garou]

Derek pretends to think for a moment, idly teasing at the skin above Stiles' boxers. And then he moves, yanking his jeans down. "No, I don't have to do anything."

He leans down, and takes Stiles into his mouth.

[teenyoda]

He tried to move, to writhe or arch or squirm or anything, but the pain from the wound kept him still, stealing his breath as much as Derek's mouth was. All he could do was scrabble for something to hold as he made a strained sound, eyes rolling back and head falling to thump against the table.