intimate & sexual curiosity meme

[smutanon]

intimate & sexual curiosity meme

They say curiosity killed the cat. Good thing you're not a cat...probably. No offense to any cats out there, literal or metaphorical. But you are curious, though, curious about intimacy and sex, whether it be in general or with this specific person. If it's the former, perhaps you've never had sex before and want to know what it's like, at least once. Perhaps you're interested from a scientific view, and someone's agreed to show you. Maybe you want to test yourself, your control, or any new abilities that may throw a spanner in the works. Or, you know, you could just want sex. If you're curious about this particular person, it may be because of their abilities, their history, or their body - maybe even their species' anatomy, if they're of a different origin than you. Whatever the case, this is a learning experience, and you're testing the waters. That means, in this meme, there will be a lot of exploration, a good deal of foreplay...and maybe some emotions, too. Take it slow; remember, you want to know every nook and cranny of their body and everything that makes them tick. This means you may not get to the actual sex. There's a chance you may not even want that, depending on who you are and your situation. And that's fine. You're learning things and feelings things, and they say knowledge is the pathway to freedom. Actually, they say a lot, don't they? how to play Comment with your character, their canon, and your preferences. Specify if you want to actually play out smut, fade to black, or have characters stop short of full-on sex. All options are fine. This isn't specifically a smut meme. Reply to others and thread.

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Ryoki Tanaka || Fire Candy

[halfcow]

kaneki ken | tokyo ghoul

[enucleation]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[huntsdemons]

homura akemi ( pmmm )

[ex_plus110]

Vector |Tron Uprising | OTA

[the_least_i_could_do]

[ooc: This character is a program from a digital world in the show Tron: Uprising. Here is some visual reference and here is my thoughts on how his physiology would work in a non-digital environment.

I prefer a paragraph/prose style, and though I prefer m/f for this character I am open to m/m as well. :) Any questions don't be afraid to ask!]

Prince Goro | Mortal Kombat | M/F

[shokanprince]

Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal | OTA

[souille]

rachel elizabeth dare ✒ pjo

[truesight]

gwen stacy ∴ tasm2

[interns]

teresa agnes ₪ tmr

[munies]

malia tate ☽ tw

[wilee]

bucky barnes (tfa) | mcu

[brawls]

[assailments]

[ This is what they try out next, after the first few tentative kisses shared in the privacy of their apartment, when Steve's heart pounded in his ribs and he feared an oncoming asthma attack -- turned out it was only his breath that caught in his throat, and the warm curl of pleasure, of anticipation in his chest at the touch of Bucky's lips against his sorted out the rest.

Steve is on Bucky's lap in the humble little living room of Steve's apartment, on that ratty old couch that has definitely seen better days. He's pressing kisses to the generous, sensuous curve of his mouth, sketchbook abandoned, open to a page where Bucky had posed for him earlier, pencils neatly set aside (they were a gift from Bucky on his birthday; he'd never toss them about carelessly).

Small hands come to rest on Bucky's chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, and Steve says quietly between kisses, cheeks flushed. ] Shirt off, this time.

[brawls]

[He'd convinced himself that he'd done something terrible the first time he kissed Steve. He'd wanted it like nothing else, and Steve kissed him back with everything he had to give and then some. That's why it ended with his hand smoothing down his back, watching Steve while his breath evened out. And God help him, even then he couldn't stop looking at that kiss-bruised mouth, wanting to do it all over again.

And they did exactly that. And again. Until he looked forward to going over to Steve's the way he used to look forward to going out on a date, something he hasn't done for a few weeks now. There's no other lips that he wants, not now that he's tasted Steve's.

He makes a sound into the kiss, pulls his body closer. Bucky's experienced enough that he's not hard yet, but wow, a few more orders like that and he could be. He pulls his head back a little, looks at Steve's face with heavy, dazed eyes before grinning.]

You got it, boss.

[Bucky hastily undoes a button or two before guiding Steve's hands to the next one.]

Be a pal and help me out a little?

[assailments]

[ Bucky's not alone in wanting this -- Steve's got a hankering for that pretty bad, too. It's like a dam's been released after their first kiss, and they've become teenagers all over again, always looking forward to more from each other.

He wakes up from dreams about that talented, gifted mouth often, hot under the collar and hard as hell until he had to take care of himself, muffling Bucky's name into his pillow until he feels the spurt of warm, sticky fluid coat his hand.

He doesn't tell him that yet, not when he's so hungry for him right now that he barely stops kissing him while deft fingers help to unbutton his shirt, slipping inside the fabric to feel out the broadness of Bucky's chest for himself.

His breath catches, as he pushes the other's shirt off his shoulders, big blue eyes darkening with desire. Look at him, his Bucky is so beautiful when he's dazed, when that trademark cockiness is augmented by pleasure and want. ]

You're gonna have to go shirtless more often from now on.

[brawls]

All you gotta do is say the word.

[Bucky, he probably knows that he's handsome, that he's got a good body. He's never had much trouble with the girls. But after that his brain goes, but Steve. Steve hasn't had one good break his entire life, and somehow he still stays decent. He's brave and determined, and the size of a guy's heart means more than the broadness of his chest any day.

He lets Steve explore him, finding a hold for his hands on those narrow hips. Jesus, the things he thinks about sometimes, how he could just about break him, and that's the last thing Bucky wants, all the while still something that he wants.]

Hey. Why don't you give me a kiss there.

[worldwar]

[ He's got an itch in his palms, watching Bucky across the room--Steve, he's sitting up on one of the two narrow beds, leaning against the metal frame, and he's stripped down to undershirt and shorts, because it's hot as the dickens on a summer morning in Brooklyn. Bucky's at the open window with their chipped mirror propped on the window frame and a bowl of water on the stand beside him, wearing trousers but stripped to the waist because he's shaving. And Steve is staring, he really can't stop, while Bucky scrapes the razor over swathes of lather, over the dark grain of his beard--Steve runs a hand over the peachfuzz on his own jaw--and makes himself smooth, like a fine boy, like a gentleman. The way the dames like it, Steve imagines.

He stares until he starts to see more than how gorgeous Bucky is naked to the waist (and he is, Steve doesn't know how he could ever say it, how he could tell his best friend, but he is) and starts to see the way light and shadow plays along the dips and curves of his spine, the way his shoulderblades shift under skin when he leans down to the mirror, the way his neck and shoulders stretch when he cocks his jaw for a new angle. The itch in his palms deepens; Steve grabs for the sketchpad on the floor next to his bed. ]

Hey, Buck. [ His voice comes out sharper than he means it to. Steve flips through pages, a sketch of the park, a new high rise under construction, Bucky leaning out the kitchen window, a little girl walking a big dog, Bucky napping on the sofa, Bucky with a black eye after hauling him out of a scrape. His heart feels like it's going too fast; he feels like he's starting to harden. ] Can you--will you just stay there, just stay by the window like that.

[brawls]

[They're in for a hot one, but Bucky doesn't mind. Better a summer morning than a winter one, when he watches Steve from his own small bed, hoping like hell that he hasn't caught a chill through the night, when he's always listening for that rattle in his breath that chills Bucky down to his bones. In summer, he doesn't need to crawl into Steve's bed just to keep him warm, keep him alive.

On second thought, Bucky doesn't really mind that part about winter.

He drags the razor along his jaw, revealing smooth, tan skin where there had been lather and stubble just a second before. Steve's right, dames love a clean-shaven man, with just a little splash of aftershave. Most guys are a little heavy-handed with it, but Bucky's got it figured out, knows just how much smells good, just enough to make girls press their faces closer and breathe in deeper. Sometimes he asks Steve to check for him before he goes out, and that just about does the trick, makes him a little more eager to get to his date. Bucky rinses his razor, taps it against the bowl before smiling over at Steve's request.]

Workin' on your masterpiece today?

[worldwar]

Yeah. Yeah, something like that. [ Steve's pencil is flying across the page, committing the lines of Bucky's body to immortality. For as much immortality as a cheap pad buys, anyway. It's a damn sight better than scratching on the backs of old flyers he finds trashed behind stores, or scraps of butcher paper. Bucky brought home this book, gave it to him with an air of gravitas and a wink, and Steve swallowed his pride and never asked where he earned the money for a frivolity like this.

He gets a rough outline going, working down from the back of Bucky's head and then up again, starts to shade in the folds of his trousers. And then--Steve bites his lip, glancing up keenly between the page and his subject--the curve of his spine, the little hollows just above the waistband of his pants, the jut of hipbones. ]

That's good. Just stay still. [ He studies the bits of lather still spread across his jaw. Thinks of the way Bucky will look when he rinses his jaw, the lines of water that run down his throat, his chest and arms. He'll pat some aftershave on, and then, if he's got a date-- ]

Bend forward a little more. [ The air feels thick like soup as he draws it into his lungs, staring at Bucky jealously. Steve doesn't feel like letting him go anywhere tonight. ]

[brawls]

[Bucky would tell him not to worry about how he earned the money, the second he laid eyes on the sketchpad he knew he had to get it for Steve somehow. Steve always makes do, but Bucky wanted him to be able to do more than just make do for a change, even if the art he puts on scrap paper is better than most things put to canvas. Steve's got a gift, he deserves something worthy of it.]

You must be drawing me from my best side.

[His backside, which he shakes a little. He grins but does as he's told, finishing up his shave a little slower while he listens to the scritching sounds of Steve's pencil against the paper.]

Gonna let me see it when you get done?

Brandon Sharpe (Striker) | Marvel 616 | M/M

[lightningtights]

[quickestsilver]

Tommy was definitely feeling nervous. It made him more jittery than usual, anxious energy making it impossible to sit still or concentrate. Luckily, he'd have a distraction soon enough, though said distraction was actually the cause of his anxiety at the moment. He and Brandon had been fooling around for a little while now, but this time they were going to try some new things.

The worst part was waiting for the other mutant to show up. Brandon was no where near late, but Tommy's sense of time had always been horribly skewed and patience wasn't in his vocabulary. He'd been alternating between pacing around his apartment and dashing around readjusting things - pillows, dishes, bed spread, it didn't matter. He just needed something to do.

He jumped at the knock at the door and had the thing open before Brandon could even pull his hand away to knock a second time.

"Hey," He smirked, miraculously able to push his nervousness out of his mind and give the other boy a suave smile, "Come on in."

His apartment wasn't exactly nice. It was tiny and looked like it had been decorated by a teenager... which it had. Tommy had had to lie about his age to rent the place, but it was home. He was also pretty sure this was the first time that Brandon had seen him in civilian clothes and not costumed up... or un-costumed as the case may have been. Just a simple t-shirt and jeans. He'd changed about ten times. Silly, since the clothes were probably coming off soon anyway.

[lightningtights]

If Brandon was nervous, he wasn't showing it. But then he was an actor so he could cover that sort of thing up. He didn't manage to cover up the surprised look on his face when the door was pulled out from under his knuckles for a few moments though. Brand was in mostly civilian clothes too. Jeans, a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a Spider-Man baseball cap. Of course under the jacket and jeans he had his usual hero suit on, the clothes just a disguise to avoid attention. He wanted privacy for him and Tommy after all.

The suave smile was met with one in return from Brandon. He stepped inside, taking his sunglasses and hat off. His eyes darted around the apartment but quickly settled on Tommy and the electrokinetic looked him over and his smile grew a bit. "Hey, nice place," he offered as he began unzipping his jacket.

[quickestsilver]

Closing and bolting the door behind Brandon, he lets out a little laugh, nervousness coming through as he cards his fingers through his hair.

"You don't have to lie to me. It's cute, but you don't have to," He said with a lopsided grin. Well, at least he certainly wouldn't qualify his place as 'nice'.

"So... did you... want a drink? Or-" He shrugged, his grin turning impish, "Just get right to it?"

And just in case Brandon wasn't sure what he meant by that, he suddenly appeared in front of him, the ruffle of his clothes and hair was the only hint that he'd moved incredibly fast to the spot and hadn't teleported there. He helped him out of the jacket, fingers grazing over Brandon's shoulders as he did. A little on purpose, 'accidental' touch.

[lightningtights]

"I'm not lying. This place is probably better than any other one in this building," Brandon replied. He started to answer the question about a drink but stopped when Tommy suddenly appeared in front of him. He stepped closer and smiled as Tommy helped him out of his jacket. He leaned into the touch, feeling it easily through the fabric of his uniform.

"How about we get somewhere more comfortable than right at your front door?" he suggested, reaching down to pop the button on his jeans. He then stepped closer to Tommy, reaching out to try to gently pull him into a kiss. Nothing too deep, just a quick press of their lips.