Sweetest Smut.
Smut is great. And, to go hand in hand, kink is good. Angst is good, romance is good, sexy sexy sexy is grand, the whole nine yards. Some days, though, you just want to play adorable smut - where "cute" wins out over smoldering sexiness - and nothing else will scratch the itch. Whether it be a first time, canoodling between lovers, an awkward rendezvous, friends to more, someone learning the ropes, an attempt at showing true feelings, amusing "messing around," or anything your mind can come up with, the only rule is that things must be absolutely cute...at face value or in a twisted way.
[zipedit] How to Play - Comment with your character, preferences, etc.
- Comment to others, using the RNG to pick your prompt.
- Or do things the old fashioned way and pick your own.
- Play!
Prompts 1. First Time: Finally, you guys are taking the next step. You're bringing intimacy into the relationship. Hopefully, things will go well...
2. Celebration: Whether it's Valentine's Day or a birthday, today's a special day. Is there a better way to celebrate than being together?
3. Spontaneous: Maybe you're both in the kitchen, or perhaps at a friend's house for a party. Whatever the case is, you can't keep your hands off each other. You need it now.
4. Romantic Date: Isn't it nice to do something together? Question is, though, will you use the darkness of the movie theater or the space under the table to your advantage? If you can wait, there's always the bed later on. 5. Love Confession: You've just told that special person how you feel. Now, you're going to show them.
6. Trying Something New: Once your comfortable with a person, you may fall into too much of a rut. Luckily, there are many ways to spice up your love life...and not all of them involve handcuffs! Just a few of the more fun ones.
7. Reverse: The person who usually tops or instigates the contact can get a break. Today, the submissive is the dominant, because there's a degree of trust here.
8. All About You: You're going to treat the person you love to the ultimate pampering. Roses, champagne, good food- and, of course, good sex.
9. Honeymoon: You've tied the knot. It's time to consummate the relationship, even if you already have before. No judgement here; the honeymoon's a clean slate.
10. Making a Baby: Your biological clock is ticking, and you want to bring new life into the world with the person you love. The time's right, the person's right, now all you need to do is let nature take its course.
11. Fail Sex: When you've been together long enough, your special moments are bound to go wrong once in a while. Oh, well. At least this person cares for you enough not to laugh...a lot.
12. For the Last Time: What's fluff without a little angst? It's like peanut butter and jelly and goes together perfectly. The two of you are about to be separated, maybe for a long while or maybe even forever.
13. For the First Time in a While: You've been apart for what seems like ages, and now you're back together. That means you can make up for all the lost time and show your sweetheart that you still care, no matter what. 14. Making You Feel Better: So, your significance other is having a bad day, is sick, is jealous, or something else. Time to make them feel loved!
15. I'm Sorry: There was a fight. Who knows what it was over; you don't even remember? But now you feel bad, and want to patch things up.
16. Goofing Off: Not all sex has to be super serious, man. Play around, eat food in bed, watch your favorite TV show while doing the deed, whatever. Just have fun! #yolo
17. Choose Your Own Adventure |
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bakerstreet2016-05-26 05:56 pm
love it
The Captain was never planning on telling her that he was one of those people.
"For awhile, I didn't know that I would."
Steve takes a pause and the silence fills the void. He takes his hands out of his jacket pockets and steps in, closing the door behind him. He was tired. If there was any question about whether he was a fugitive before, breaking five people out of a maximum security prison secured Captain America that status in the eyes of the United Nations.
"But I know I owed it to you." She could have been an obstacle that day — standing between Steve and Bucky and their plane. But she chose to help him instead.
"So I'm here." He places his keycard down on the dresser doubling as a TV stand. There's a small slapping sound as the plastic hits the wood.
"Tell me why I'm here."
yay!
Which was why his next comment confused her so. Natasha's green eyes moved up to look at Steve's face analytically, staring at him with intensity for a few seconds as if trying to read pieces of him that he may or may not have known were there. "You don't owe me anything," she finally responded, her gaze falling away to the ground. Natasha had a call to make, and she made it. She moved. It wasn't because she was doing Steve a favor, it was because she was returning the favors he had done for her in the past so many times, without expectation of reimbursement. He gave her pieces of her morality back, her humanity. So, yes. She moved.
Her gaze moved to the dresser when he tossed down the key card before moving back to him at his question, and she seemed to bristle a little, her shoulders squaring with tension. "...Do you not want to be?" She returned his question with one of her own, her arms unfolding to fall to her sides, and Natasha took a few steps in his direction. "Does it bother you? Being around me?" A delicate red eyebrow arched in question, and she stopped a foot or so away from him. "...I'd apologize. I don't know if it would matter at this point."
lol i think it's time for these two to make out
"Look, Natasha. I could never—" A breath. He closes his eyes and starts again. Less combative this time. "It doesn't bother me. Being together in the same room doesn't bother me."
Another pause, and his eyes open. The changes in Steve's shoulders are visible. With each sentence, there's less tension in him.
"But I also know that your name is still a signature on those Accords. And you aren't here to join me." He takes half a step forward, not for intimidation, but for intimacy. "So tell me, why am I here? Why did you call? Why did we have to meet in person?"
its been time. always been time.
Her tension returned when he mentioned the Accords, and the hesitant passiveness of Natasha's gaze was crushed by a firm and direct glare into him. Of course he would mention the Accords. Natasha didn't give a damn about the Accords, all she wanted was to keep her team together, the only family she ever had, and it had failed. She was tired of taking sides.
"Because maybe I thought that there was more here than a signature," she responded with a little too much grit, and a little too much defense. "Maybe because the Accords doesn't even matter, anymore, after everything fell apart. Maybe I thought that there was more of a friendship, more of a - something. Maybe because I missed you." The last part came out with a snap, because that wasn't easy for her to admit to anybody, especially Steve. Especially not after the fiasco with Banner. Her lips pressed together into a thin line, and Natasha's gaze fell from his face for a moment. When she spoke again, she sounded hurt. "...I didn't want you to think that I wanted to see you hurt. I just wanted things to be okay. But they're not okay. I didn't know I needed an ulterior motive to want to see you."
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Instead, his eyebrows narrow when he hears the harshness of her response, and he hones in on what she was implying: that he was cold and unfeeling. That they had a friendship and he didn't take it seriously. But her last line really lands the hardest.
And Steve? Steve tended to be an open book. So what other people would have normally pondered in their brains first, Steve says out loud:
"This entire time I'd thought you'd arranged this because ... because someone was in trouble and you or Tony needed my help. That's why I mailed him that phone when I left. If there was ever a time that the Avengers needed me, I would come."
Never had it ever crossed Steve's mind that Natasha had reached out because of something personal.
"I'm not angry with you, Natasha. It's ... it's quite the opposite." If she asked, he wouldn't deny that he's still disappointed that her judgement had led her to side with Tony. But Steve had never put their friendship in the line of fire. Not in his mind.
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Her arms tightened around herself, fingers digging into her own arms as her mouth pressed into a thin line once more, and despite how difficult it was Natasha stared up at Steve and held his gaze, the words on the tip of her tongue but not spilling out the way she wanted them to. It was hard. She felt vulnerable, stripped of her self respect and the certainty that she always seemed to carry with her. She wasn't certain about anything, anymore. "I'm sorry." She forced it out and it sounded uncharacteristically choked and quiet. "I'm sorry that it happened the way it did. I was just trying to do the right thing. I just wanted everything to be okay."
There was a waver that came with her words, not a threat of tears but a threat of emotions that she worked so hard to lock away from the view of others. Natasha's gaze fell and she pushed a stray strand of red hair behind her ear, out of her face. "I wanted you to be okay but that's not how it happened. I hate not knowing where you are. And I hate not being able to see you." She moved closer, closing the space between them so that she was directly beneath him when she looked up, and Natasha took a daring gesture that seemed so simplistic, but was quite the opposite - she placed her hand on his chest, a gentle touch of comfort.
"I want us to be okay."
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But in this moment, when he felt the pressure of her hand on his chest, when her face was close enough to touch, those buried feelings hit him like a hand grenade.
I hate not knowing where you are. And I hate not being able to see you. Her words played themselves over again in his mind, and as they do, a tense silence fills the room.
Slowly, Steve's hand finds its way to her neck, beneath her curls, and his thumb brushes once over her cheek. If she didn't want this, whatever this was, this very moment was her opportunity to pull away.
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She tensed once more when he moved, preparing herself for the worst if she had to, but instead his hand moved to the back of her neck with a gentle touch that was unlike anything that she had felt from him before, and that was Natasha's green light. She reached up to take his face in her hands, eyes flickering down to his mouth for only a moment before she dragged him down into a deep kiss. It was more purposeful than the one she had shared with him on the escalator all those years ago, less chaste, and there was a hunger behind it because, this time, Natasha wanted him. She wanted this, and she wasn't foolish enough to convince herself that she could have it. Tomorrow, he would most likely have to be gone again. She probably wouldn't be able to find him. This moment had to count.
She pressed her body against Steve's without shame, arms wrapping around his strong shoulders, and when she parted to breathe she held on tightly to keep him from pulling back too far. "...Stay here. Don't go."
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This time, when her arms reached for him and their lips met, nothing else in the world could have felt more right. Her lips were showing him how much he’d always wanted her, and her hands were telling him that for the first time in his life, she could be his to have.
Tomorrow, he’d need to disappear again — he belonged to the people and the world that needed him. But right now, he was fully and completely hers.
When she parts to breathe and to tell him to stay, his arms surround her body and slide down to the back of her thighs. With no effort at all, he lifts her up from the ground, bringing her legs around his waist. Within seconds, he was lowering them both onto the bed.
A small and trembling whisper escape his lips: “I wish I’d known.” Earlier. So much earlier.