the desperate sex smut meme

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the desperate sex smut meme


Sometimes, you need things. Food and water are the most obvious culprits, though there are necessities that aren't as obvious, like human contact - despite how much some of us grouse against it - or affirmation. Sex, however, isn't usually considered one of those necessities. Sometimes it sure as heck feels like it, though. While it may be the person themselves, your feelings toward them, your desire for the act of alone, or any number of factors, you want sex badly, and the result is desperate, blind sex.

"Desperate" here doesn't mean all the negative connotations that just anyone will do. Instead, it means you really, really want to be with the person your with, possibly more than anything else at that moment. It's not necessarily rough sex, though it can be. What it is - well, that's passionate, hungry, lustful, sweaty, needy, just...desperate. Hands in their hair, teeth against teeth desperate. There's no better word for it, really. You're letting go with them and fulfilling the hunger inside.

RULES

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PROMPTS

1. extreme love — Your desire for them comes from your love or affection for them. Your actions are just emotions turned to actions.
2. limited time — You have to be intense and short, because you're in a jam for time.
3. a new feeling of lust — You're not the type to be interested in sex. There's a first time for everything, though.
4. life-affirming — We almost died! Let's reconnect to what's real and get over the shock.
5. finally found that person — You've never been gung-ho about sleeping with anyone until you met them.
6. finally found your match — Nobody could match your strength or passion before. You've found someone who can.
7. waited so long — For some reason, you couldn't be with this person for quite a while, though you were waiting for them. Now is your chance.
8. let it go — Conceal, don't feel. That's been your motto. But at this moment, you're losing yourself with someone else, your personality or your powers be damned.
9. saw you with someone else (or) territorial — You're jealous and you have to get that interloper off your mind. What better way than to make sure what's yours is yours?
10. public — You can't wait until you make it to somewhere private.
11. taken — Both of you are with other people, and this is one of the few times you can be together.
12. moment of weakness — You've let the mask slip. You've lost your cool. You've shown them how much you want them.
13. emotional — Sex can be raw. Sex can lay bare things you never thought you'd show.
14. aphrodisiac — The sex pollen/chemicals created by the shadow government/spanish fly made you do it! Or at least your body felt like you had to.
15. insulted — You've been teased to your limit, whether they did it knowingly or not. It feels like they're questioning your masculinity/femininity and view you as a non-entity. Time to prove them wrong.
16. feelings revealed — You've just learned what you mean to each other, and that makes you want to be with them even more.
17. heat — You're experiencing some drive to mate, and only they will do.
18. first time in a long time — You thought they'd never be back! You better make up for lost time.
19. last time in a long time — They're going, and who knows when they'll be back? You better have one last hurrah and hope it lasts you.
20. trying a fetish — One of you has always had a fetish or a kink, and the other is agreeing to indulge it. No wonder somebody's getting excited.
21. sex to survive — Being told to fuck or die can light a fire under you.
22. sex to reproduce — Does more enthusiastic sex help the fertilization process? It may not be scientifically sound, but it's worth a shot.
23. hate sex — You want to rip them apart in every sense of the word.
24. dry spell — It's been a while since your last time and you're getting overzealous at the prospect of ending that streak.
25. WILDCARD

Comments

[desecrated]

He slides his fingers over her skin, breathing her neck.
Part of him just wants to touch, the other part wants to feel.

Everything, all of her, pull his brain away from the fact that... no he's thinking about Molly.

And Molly can be herself if she wants. He's more focused on coaxing her bra off than making comments on its colour.

[theonewhocounted]

She does expect some sort of Sherlock comment about her choice of color, so she's surprised when he makes none. She won't complain though as his hands immediately start working on her bra.

But she wants to touch too and she presses her lips back against his, kissing him like she should have before.

[desecrated]

He kisses her again, slowly, tasting this time, stroking just behind her neck with one hand, and reaching to cup her breast with the other.

Touch. Kiss. Taste.

[theonewhocounted]

She sighs against his lips as she melts against him, her body reacting to his touch, her own hands sliding over his body, pulling on his shirt a bit.

It's surreal that this is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is kissing her like this. Is touching her. She expects any moment he's going to come to his senses or decide whatever he's trying to get out of this is done. She will enjoy it while it lasts.

[desecrated]

He's moving quicker now, trying to shuck off her trousers, also to pin her hands against him, or only touch his chest. The bullet scar he's okay with her touching - the ones across his shoulders - not so much.

Yet, anyway.
No one's seen them since they've healed, and he doesn't want them too.
It's not exactly embarrassment. He wants to be close, yes. But he also wants to protect himself.

He might move her hands if he finds it fit, not caring if her hands move to his own trousers.
He's probably not wearing pants.

[theonewhocounted]

The hands against his chest slide down to go under his shirt and touch skin. They slide against his stomach and up a bit as she pulls away a bit to breathe.

"Jesus," she breathes out as she rests her head against his, feeling his hands working on her pants.

[desecrated]

He shudders even at the slightest brush of her finger against the former wound. It's a firmly closed scar now, it's not - jagged like ... the others. Not that he's that vain.

He stops when she seems to need a break.
"Apologies."

It's not sorry, not really.

[theonewhocounted]

She feels him shudder and she realizes she's touched the scar from the bullet wound. She moves her hand away quickly about to apologize herself when he does.

"No, no," she says, worried that he thinks he's done something wrong (or that she did) and this is going to end. "This is...good. I'm good."

[desecrated]

"Alright," He kisses her cheek again.
Good. She's alright, he's alright too.

Good.

[theonewhocounted]

She smiles a bit shyly. It's always cute when he kisses her cheek.

"Very alright," she says more to herself.

[desecrated]

"Hmm," He begins running his hands over her again.
Nice to touch.

[theonewhocounted]

She closes her eyes and just lets him touch her, holding herself steady on his waist.

[desecrated]

He starts leading her towards the bedroom.
More comfortable to lie down there, and let her touch him.

Maybe just some desperate touching for now.

[theonewhocounted]

She opens her eyes and lets him lead her. She's never seen his bedroom (why would she?) and she's curious what it's like.

[desecrated]

It's a bit chaotic with case files in certain corners, but otherwise clean for the most part.
He might lead her in and let her touch what she wants, he's not that eager to be on top.

He might like to be ridden.

[theonewhocounted]

It's pretty much what she expected, maybe a bit neater. Once she looks around for a moment, she focuses back on him, her hands move to the buttons on his shirt.

"May I?" she asks as she looks at him.

[desecrated]

He nods, fine with his shirt being unbuttoned. He can take it off his shoulders or leave it the rest of the way before leaning back and beckoning her closer as well as letting her shuck off his trousers.

He'll kiss her and pay close attention to touching her in just the right spots, tracing his fingers down her hip.

[theonewhocounted]

Once his shirt and trousers are off she straddles him before kissing and touching him like it's the only time she'll get to do this. Because she knows that may be.

[desecrated]

He leans back and kisses her as though his life depended on it. As long as she doesn't ask him about his shoulder and doesn't stumble though his awkward non-answer he'll let her do what she wants.

He's already a bit turned on by this, considering he'd initiated it.
Nice.

[theonewhocounted]

She hasn't noticed his shoulders yet, but she kisses the scar on his chest gently, thinking about how close they'd come to losing him.

[desecrated]

Sherlock accepts the kiss with a bit less of a reaction, pulling her back up to kiss her lips.
That's what he wants, as he touches her breast, her to lay over him and get her frustration out that way, and nothing else is going to come of it.

Or maybe something will.
Maybe that's the mystery he needs - not knowing.

He's thinking too much.

[theonewhocounted]

She's happy to kiss his lips again, rolling her hips against him as she does. Her fingers tangle in his hair like she's always wanted to do. It feels good to press her body to his. He's warm and alive under her.

[desecrated]

He presses his body to meet hers, half-closing his eyes and taking a lungful of air.
Yes. This. God, yes.

He wants this. The kiss is warm and while an exchange of saliva it's meant to be ... a turn on. His body is reacting like he wants it to for once.

Maybe he's always liked her after all.

[theonewhocounted]

Feeling him react to her just spurs her on more, rolling her hips again as she kisses down his jaw and nips at his neck, tasting the salt of his skin.

[desecrated]

He swallows hard, and slides his hand into her hair. God yes. It's neither a matter of possession or claiming her, he just wants the contact.