Sexual Roleplay Meme

The Sexual Roleplay Meme

Yo dawg, I heard you like roleplay, so I put roleplay into your smut roleplay.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment: info, preferences, prompts you like, desired roles, etc.
Reply: to others.
RNG: if you'd like. Otherwise, go nuts.

SETTING THE SCENE

average: This is just another day in the office.
first time: You're testing the waters of roleplaying.
extra push: Some characters need an AU or assumed relationship for them to want to roleplay in the bedroom. Otherwise, they wouldn't understand, wouldn't be interested, or couldn't trust a partner. This is that "cover your ass" out!
reality: It sort of defeats the purpose, but here's the obligatory setting where the roles are more than play...they're real.

PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes. If they do mean no, they know what to say.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night. Go ahead and have it without the wedding.

cheating: Actually, you're together, but you're pretending like you're cheating on each other. With each other. Keeping up?

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: You're not siblings, but hey, it's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Pretend one of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John with no money down!

nurturing: We know all of you

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos, considering you're posing as another person quite important to them.

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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Bruce didn't have a problem with Clark losing some control. In fact, he relished it. He didn't know how it always worked out like that, but he was going to figure it out and he was going to use and abuse it for his own purposes.

His own purposes here meaning, mostly, orgasm.

He kept himself moving with Clark, as Clark's barley there control allowed him to. That meant he could only move with Clark, actually, but he barely noticed. He kept his grip tight and as Clark got more ... into it, more turned on, started making noise, he had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to hold back.

He let go with one hand and wrapped it around Clark's cock, anyway. Didn't open his eyes to do it, but let the rhythm carry over,e cho and mirror there, too.

His control was like a switch. It was on or off, and there seemed to be no middle term. Right now it was off and while it terrified Clark to get to that point, it was also weirdly… freeing. Just like having Bruce riding him had been. It wasn’t a matter of position, or being or top. He honestly didn’t know what made it click- other than Bruce seemed to be the only one able to find the switch.

And he was so far gone that barely the moment Bruce’s had his fingers around him he came, hard and long, his entire body shuddering in pleasure and letting out a loud groan.

Bruce wasn't far behind him. His dedication to making sure his partner enjoyed himself went exactly as far as the ripple of tightness and tension around him and the first hint of Clark coming before he ground his teeth together, growled and closed his eyes tightly.

Then he was gone too, coming and coming hard, body rigid and tense and still.

Silent.

Intense.

But gone.

Clark allowed himself to to simply flop on top of him, basically boneless and feeling himself short of breath (even though he logically knew that wasn't possible for him). He wasn't even out of stamina yet, but it felt... nice to allow himself a little bit of rest. Sadly he couldn't exactly turn his brain off: It took Clark exactly 5 seconds to burst out laughing, even as he panted.

“We're going to have to shower again."

Bruce was out of breath, and while he couldn't turn his brain off he hadn't even come close to physically recovering. He looked up at Clark when Clark laughed, and then groaned.

"Condoms would fix this." A note for the future, because right now the idea of moving to shower again was horrible. Then again he'd be incredibly motivated the second his thighs got sticky.

Clark crossed his arms over Bruce's chest and simply lay there looking at the man. He'd (maybe) learn the blessing of enjoying the afterglow, but he'd never been good at just... staying in one place doing nothing.

“Yeah, they would. I just keep getting carried away. I have always used them anyway- I know it's fine now, got tested at the fortress, but when I was young I had no idea what I could do to humans so I wanted to be extra careful.” Space STD talk right after sex? Space STD talk right after sex.

Bruce stroked Clark's hair, nails dragging over his scalp. That lasted about ten seconds, before he twisted his fingers into Clark's curls and tugged. Wouldn't want to be seen getting soft.

"I can't tell you how relieved I am to know that I don't have to worry about alien stds, a well hidden uterus, or you coming hard enough for your dick to be reclassified as some sort of fire arm," Bruce said, very dryly.

He paused, only for a moment and added: "You're terrible at this."

Clark honestly didn't know what 'this' was. Part of him thought he could be talking about the sex, but- well. Clark didn't like fake modesty, it was another type of lying and he wanted to toss that away now that he'd finally found himself and was finding his actual place in the world. And he knew Bruce had enjoyed the sex, so it couldn't have been 'terrible'.

So he shrugged and decided to be an ass.

“I never said I didn't have a well hidden uterus."

Bruce's expression froze. Then it slowly slid from shock, to incredulity, to not nearly as well disguised as it might have been panic. He'd been joking. He assumed Clark was joking now, but Clark might not be, because Clark was an alien.

Yes, yes, all but human aside from the effects of the sun.

Still.

His mind unstuck after a moment or two of that instinctive panic and he sucked one of his own fingers into his mouth and then stuck that wet finger in Clark's ear.

"That was mean."

Clark laughed, hovering away as he laughed and reached to push the hand away from him. Once again Bruce's fingers on his own mouth were pretty distracting, and once again he did his best to ignore it.

“Boy Scout, remember? I pretty much can't be mean.” He stuck his tongue out, making sure he was out of reach. “But I was joking, I promise. You should have seen your face, though- I'm pretty sure that's the most intense reaction I've seen in you.”

Except, you know. Coming.

Bruce looked at Clark for a moment, expression back to one that was fairly well controlled. He was, however, somewhat... stung by Clark's statement.

Not his laughter, not the teasing, but the very last part of it.

He pushed his hands against Clark's shoulders, and shook his head. "It wasn't."

That was all he said, but it was true and it was also... tight and somewhat remote.

Sorry, Clark. Man had some issues.

The smile was quick to drop from Clark's lips, and he tilted his head. He didn't like to apologize even when he knew what he'd done wrong- and in this case, he wasn't sure. So he didn't automatically say 'sorry', but he hoped his eyes conveyed the meaning anyway.

“I thought you'd take that as a compliment. Isn't that what you want? To be unreadable?”

He really didn't like lying to Clark, believe it or not, though he would do it without hesitation given sufficient motivation. He lacked sufficient motivation at the moment, but he also lacked a truthful answer.

It was what he needed from most people, and therefore told himself he wanted. It wasn't what he wanted from Clark.

He looked at Clark, read the apology in his eyes as clear as day and then shook his head minutely, and squirmed himself up and out from under Clark.

"Either I am or I'm not. Whether or not I want to be doesn't factor into the equation."

Clark raised an eyebrow, which was basically as good as saying 'bullshit' for most people. But he did fly away- and did his best not to wince as he pulled away, they really had done yet another mess.

"If you say so. You are pretty unreadable, though. I never know what's going on in that mind of yours- don't you notice I'm always struggling to catch up?" And he loved every single second of it.

"Of course I notice you struggling to catch up. You aren't hard to read at all." Said Bruce who was... exceptionally observant and paid extra close attention to Clark.

He didn't even need to ask himself why he paid especially close attention to Clark anymore. He was past the point of being able to engage in that degree of self-delusion. That was one thing he absolutely did not want Clark to be able to read, ever.

"You're so transparent I'm surprised sun doesn't shine through you."

It was kind of snarky, as he headed back toward the bathroom. He wasn't headed for the shower, though, so much as the sink.

Clark didn't bother hiding the grin. He was 'easy to read', after all, so it wouldn't matter if he did anyway.

“Some of us like it that way. And I meant it: it wasn't an insult. I like having to play catch up.” He hovered behind Bruce, wrapping a white sheet around himself, kind of... following him, until he realized what he was doing and landed on his feet. He still felt there was something he'd done wrong but he didn't know what, and even though he had the urge to fix it he could understand leaving some things alone.

“...Mind if I use the shower?”

Bruce didn't want Clark to have to play catch up. He didn't want to play games with Clark. He wanted Clark to be able to read at least some of him. It was just dangerous and ill advised and a bad idea and would blow up in their faces so he knew better than to really let himself want it.

He wouldn't be able to make that happen, anyway. Wouldn't know how.

"No," he said, dryly. "I just fucked you and you're going to have to spend the rest of the night walking around sticky and wearing a sheet." Then he smiled, faint but sincere as he was capable of being. "Shower. I'd join you, but if I do we'll just wind up in bed again."

Clark snorted and leaned to press a kiss on Bruce's shoulder blade, also sneaking a bite.

“Tempting, but even I have my limits.” Except they hadn't even gotten close to those limits, but he had seen the glint on Bruce's eyes when he'd mentioned his refractory period. He knew that he'd take it as a dare.

And so he went back inside the shower. Or what Bruce called shower and Clark would have called a mini spa resort. He could get used to this gigantic thing. “You're kind of spoiling me.”

Bruce knew damned well they hadn't gotten close to Clark's limits, but... they were close enough to Bruce's, that Bruce didn't want to issue a dare. It was a rare moment of cooperative common sense between them, but maybe it was a good sign.

"I'm spoiling you with orgasms, or spoiling you with hot water?" He didn't really have any question which of the two Clark meant. "The showers in the Cave have better water pressure and are nearly as big. Somehow, I don't think you'd like them as much." They were also way, way more 'clinical' and 'locker-room' than 'resort.'

And yes, he was just going to hang around and chat while Clark showered.

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