bakerstreet | We all have a little exhibitionist in us.

We all have a little exhibitionist in us.

In most cultures, sex is a hallowed, intimate act that is supposed to be kept between two individuals in a private setting, not for the eyes of interlopers. But even outside of that, there are reason you'd want to keep you sexual activities a secret: your age, the fact that one or both of you are committed to others, your orientation not being common knowledge, the relationship itself being taboo or forbidden in some way, or the place you're having intercourse being one that is NOT suited for that sort of activity...like a public spot or a friend's home.

Despite better judgement and in spite of all the danger, though, today you're having sex in a place or in a scenario where their is a high risk of being caught.

HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Others will comment to you.
- Why are your characters smutting it up? It's up to you, but here are some ideas:

+ They're so in love they can't keep their hands off of each other, no matter where they may be...or who may be around.
+ The random desire strikes.
+ This is the only chance to have sex they've got.
+ If they're cheating, perhaps there's a streak of cruelty to stick it to who they're cheating on by doing it so boldly.
+ One partner wants to potentially humiliate the other, OR torture an enemy who is close to/a significant other of their partner.
+ The danger of maybe being caught - or quite very likely being caught - is a thrill and a kink.

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( no rens please )

[ partial to danger of being caught & potential embarrassment (please embarrass him) ]

[well now, how about the idea of being caught and peggy requesting she join him? :D?]

[ yesssss that is absolutely the way to embarrass him ]

[perfect! anything squicks i should avoid?

[ noooot any that are likely to come up in this scenario. please feel free to ~~torture~~ embarrass him to your heart's content :) ]

[ the boys of 107 see her as a brother; something of a grand compliment and peggy takes such sentiments with full sincerity. when they tell her they hadn't seen captain rogers in the last half hour, she very well believes them. for his leadership skills and natural charisma, steve lives well enough in his head and keeps selective company in these times. seeing barnes debating the finer points of armory with jones, peggy decides to search.

she doesn't search hard nor very long, part of her knowing the captain's preferences, the other is simply that's her ability. seek, find, and recover. but it's not so much sight but sound that helps her discover him. the slightest of shuffling, the barest turn of breath.

on those ever present heels, peggy follows, the heels soft on ground when she opens supply shed cautiously -- but not slowly. in fact it was perfect timing to catch an eyeful of steve rogers and the bliss on his face.]

oh. there you are ... you had me worried.

[elegant dark brow arches.]

( no group of people is entirely homogeneous; that holds true also for wakanda. there are progressive and forward-looking people, and there are far more traditional groups that would frown on two individuals having sex outside of wedlock. wanda is growing more adept at not letting the opinions of others influence her self-image, at not letting them get her down too much. she cannot control their fear, and she cannot control their prejudice.

for steve, it's less about his self-image and more about the fact that they're wrong, that they're imposing their outdated ideas on others. he's gotten into more than one argument, not necessarily about sex before marriage, but about old-fashioned ideas and hurting others when they aren't harming anyone, arguments that had to be smoothly interrupted by t'challa.

and this thing between them is still new, but wanda thinks that when steve pushes her against a wall in an empty corridor not too far from the hall that a few of the people he's been discussing with, when he kisses her and bites at her neck, the thought of being discovered and having it be a big "fuck you" to their prejudice and narrow-mindedness is something that adds to the spark in his eyes. )

(Most likely reason for him is his orientation is not common knowledge. Unlikely to be so in love he can't help himself, cheating, or for humiliation. Danger/thrill seeking, only chance, random desire, or pleasantly drunk are all reasons he might. Willing to AU if necessary or assume CR. Cross canon, cross medium, castmates all welcome.)

her sexuality being what it is and her being from the 1940s makes this the perfect meme for her!

[OOC: Let me know if this needs tweaking.]

If Jon had thought the demands of leadership had been bad as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he now knew it was nothing compared to his current situation. With the Houses of the North again allied under a Stark banner, it had fallen to him to unite them and keep them united. He knew it would have surprised his younger self to see him standing at such a height, no matter how difficult the climb had been. And perhaps it would have surprised the younger Jon to see how absolutely vital to everything Sansa was.

It didn't surprise Jon now. He'd had ample opportunity to learn just how strong and shrewd his half-sister had become in the time they'd been apart. She played the game twice as well as he did, and despite every insistence he gave that as the trueborn Lady Stark that she deserved to stand the highest, she knew the Houses were more likely to rally to him.

He had also learned that she was a pretty remarkable young woman now, and even more beautiful than every had said she would be. After they had spent more than a few nights talking and learning all of the unbelievable things that had befallen them both, he had discovered something new and very dangerous stirring inside of him. One night, while the Houses of the North feasted in Winterfell's great hall, Jon found himself hurrying to his chambers with Sansa's hand in his.

Ever since seeing Jon again -alive- Sansa had been filled with a hope she hadn't had for such a long time. Not since King's Landing.

Even after the murder of her father, their father, she'd held onto some small hope that somehow things would become better. That someone would rescue her, like she had always imagined. And for a little while, it had seemed like that would happen. But the candle had been extinguished. No one was coming to rescue her. The only one she could depend on was herself. She knew enough now to keep herself ahead. There was power in the knowledge of that.

But now she had Jon. So easily she went to him. For comfort. To give advice. For everything. Jon was stubborn but was willing to listen to her, which meant more than he could possibly no. Too long had her words been pushed aside by men. Jon treated her as an equal. Something that she wished she had done when they had been children. But she had adopted her mother's attitude toward her half-brother. If only she had known then what she knew now. How differently she would have behaved toward him.

What might her mother think of her now, following Jon, hand in hand, down the halls toward his room. When he closed the door, she was shaking. Not with trepidation but excitement. Eagerness. "No one saw?" She had to ask. As if that would have stopped her.

There was a kind of playful, excited energy between them that Jon could almost see in the low candlelight of his room. An outside observer could have been forgiven for mistaking them for children at play, they seemed so giddy with having gotten away from the crowd and into a space that was theirs alone for the moment.

Jon shook his head. "They're all too busy toasting one another. I'll give the Wildlings this: they make stronger ale than I've ever had."

Lowering the bar on the door, he turned, finding himself as close to Sansa as he had been the last time they'd been alone to talk. Then, he'd placed a kiss on her forehead. Tonight, filled with something he couldn't name, his lips sought out her lips instead.

There were so many rumors that ran around her like fire. So many of them false, so few true. But it didn't matter. She was home and home was her's. And Jon's The North had rallied behind him, in great thanks to the stubborn and brave albeit young Lady Mormont. But Jon had proven himself, to the men who had sworn to him their sword and to her.

Beneath it all, he was still Jon, her older half-brother. Her only brother now. That title alone should have kept her hand and heart as stone. This wasn't the first time they had been alone. They had been together every night, spoken together over everything that had transpired since last they saw each other. This was the first time that they had acted upon their feelings.

She'd felt something different since walking into Castle Black and seeing him for the first time. When he promised to protect her, that he'd go to his last breath doing it. She found that she wanted more. Sansa chuckled quietly, having tried a little of the ale herself. "They have much to celebrate. We all do." Then he had her lips and she sighed into him, hands reaching out for him. There were many reasons to stop but she ignored them. She broke away for a moment and looked up at him. "Do you love me?"

They hadn't discussed it, not in any of their long, late talks. But it had been there since they'd reunited, just under the surface, and when the opportunity had come tonight, neither of them had hesitated.

Jon tilted his head back when Sansa did, the first kiss all too brief. But her question made all the sense in the world to ask. She'd been through so much, heart and soul beaten and scarred, like his.

"I love you, Sansa," he answered, his eyes intent and his voice steady with sureness. "I love you, and we won't ever be apart again," Jon swore.

She felt like a young girl again, asking such a thing. It was foolish and naive but she needed to hear the words. Only because it was Jon did she believe it. He had always been so honest, even when they were kids. But she wasn't looking for him to save her completely. She had to be her own savior and Jon's, if need be. Jon was a fighter. A leader.

But he still could benefit from battle strategy. Specifically her's. There was so much she could give him. Do for him.

"We have each other then," she smiled, shyly ducking her head for a moment as she collected her courage again to look back up to him and step up into another kiss. Unpracticed but eager.

Their father had always insisted that family and loyalty and honor were the things that made House Stark strong. After everything, Jon wasn't entirely sure there was much honor left in the world, but he would try to preserve what he could. But as for the rest, it was clear to him that he and Sansa could only be stronger, be better, when they were completely together.

He trusted her. He cherished her. He loved her, and despite her cynical protest, he would protect her.

Sansa's kiss might have been inexperienced, but Jon could feel the emotion behind it. As he deepened the kiss and held Sansa close, he sore to himself to give her ample opportunity to practice on him.

They were Stark and proud. Together, they were the North. Strong. Just them. That was all she needed to feel safe. With him, in this room, she could close her eyes and not be terrified of what was to come. She had thought Ramsay had stolen that entirely from her, that no more could she feel this way for anyone.

Kissing had never been a skill required of her before. She did her best to do as she had seen or that she had heard whispers of, keeping her lips moving along with his. So badly she wanted to be good for him, to be perfect and make him happy. To make him want her as badly as she wanted him.

Her hands sought him out, down his arms and up his chest. The more she touched, the more eager she became. This was enjoyment and to have the freedom to do this with him, it made her giddy. She pulled back again but instead to pepper kisses on his jaw and down his neck.

Excitement. Gods, when was the last time Jon could remember feeling excited about something? Hopeful, perhaps. Apprehensive, certainly, but this-- but Sansa? His heart feels light for the first time in what feels like decades.

His mouth meets Sansa's over and over, now and again letting his tongue slip a bit past her lips. Jon can feel her touching him, exploring him, but this is the North and they're both separated by what now feels like entirely too many layers.

Jon guides her further into the room, towards the low-burning fire and the fur-covered bed.

There were too many layers between them. Sansa was proud of their matching cloaks. She'd done it just like her mother had taught her. Jon had liked her dress when she first wore it, especially the wolf bit that was stitched over her chest, but she felt that right now, he would like it better on his floor. She knew she would enjoy his off as well. Being able to touch what she wanted, enjoy what she liked; the thought of it had her shivering and grinning.

As they went further in, she slid her cloak and fur off and rested it on one of the large chairs near the fire. Then, in turn, she went to him and helped him remove his cloak as well, letting it fall somewhere on the floor. Her lips were at his again, hungry for something she couldn't explain. Without his cloak, he looks less like a king and more like Jon. Somehow they make their way to the bed and she pulls him with her as they fall into it.

She can feel more of him now. He's everywhere and she can't get enough of him. Her entire body arches toward him and she moans into his mouth when he kisses her.

The sight of Sansa's wolf's-head dress had made him want to grin and throw his arms around her, but her gift of the cloak had nearly broken Jon down into tears. Her acceptance of him, as a Stark and as a brother, had reached deep inside of him and found a yearning that he had all but forgotten in the intervening time, but had never truly gone away. But yes, Sansa's thoughts were true: at the moment, he'd rather all of it was cast aside, and as quickly as possible.

Before they reached the bed, he managed to unbuckle and shed the leather jerkin he'd taken to wearing constantly now, leaving only cloth between them and no armor as they lay down together. It means he can feel her form against him, and makes him want more.

He reaches behind her and starts to fumble with her dress' fastenings. Laughing despite himself, he looks at her. "You might need to direct me a bit..."

She finds herself fascinated by his hair. When he's over her, leaning in the firelight, his hair falls over his forehead and across his cheek so slightly. Her hands are touching the curls before she can think. It's heaven, to be able to touch so freely.

In all the excitement, doubled with a daze brought on by the ale she had drank earlier, Sansa had completely forgotten about her dress. She suddenly laughed, blending the sound with his own. "I suppose I could help you. Maybe it's better if I do it," she kisses him, enjoying the taste of that same ale on his lips for another moment.

Breaking away, she sits up and reaches behind her to the strings and chords and clasps that held her dress together. All intricate. Far too much for Jon to handle on his own. With one pull and a few turns, the dress became loose and settled down across her shoulders, just enough for him to pull himself and take it off. She leans forward and takes his mouth again, stopping only enough to whisper, "Unclothe me, Jon. I am all yours."

The fingers that thread through his hair make Jon almost shiver with pleasure. That simple, tender touch filled him with warmth and a tender need that only grew with each time his lips met Sansa's.

Jon backed away to let his sister work at her dress, more sure than ever that he'd have made a complete mess of it. That thought and any others fled his head as soon as Sansa leaned in and made her pledge. "No less than I'm yours," he answered, stripping off his own shirt before pulling at Sansa's dress.

Clothes could have been shed any faster. She nearly giggled as she shook the end of her dress off as it tried to pool around her feet. It wouldn't do to get all caught up in their clothing and fall to the floor in a mess of hair and limbs. His hair was such a dark shadow in comparison to her's.

When she was finally naked, she raised her hands to her hair and quickly pulled out all the pins and unraveled her braids. Perhaps Jon would be just as zealous of her hair as she was for his. She let her hair fall, then shyly reached out to grab his arm and pull herself up into him. But she teased him, kissing around his mouth and his jaw.

Jon saw to the rest of his clothes while Sansa shed her dress then let down her hair. The entire time, he watched her with eyes wide and mouth all but hanging open. She was so beautiful that it took his breath away. Once her hair was down, he gasped out loud, knowing that seeing a woman in such a state was a privilege reserved for her lord husband.

"Gods, you're beautiful..." he whispered before joining her on the bed, stretching out with her, his naked body at last held against hers.

If she could manage it, Sansa would make sure that she would never marry again. Or at the very least, make the marriage her choice. If she wanted to be with a man, it would be because she wanted to. Jon was what she wanted. He listened to her, admired her. Treasured her. He thought her beautiful, which was made apparent by the way he stared at her, naked on his bed. She did her own share of admiring his body, now a bit nervous when he was with her, nothing but their own skin between them.

She blushed under his praise, feeling more like a bruised piece of fruit than a pretty flower. But his words were pure. "I'm nearly as pretty as you," she teased him, though she could not stop her eyes from roaming his body. The scars that now covered him. Her hands gently stretched over them while the rest of her ached to be closer to him. To feel him touch her with his hands.

Jon forced himself to not shy away under Sansa's gaze. If he could run his eyes so appreciatively over her, it was only fair to return the favor, even if he didn't particularly feel handsome or even whole some days. The way she touched his scars, though-- tender and soothing, without hesitation-- made him feel more comfortable with them than any healing salve had.

He smiled a little at her compliment. "We can't all be so lucky." Jon leaned forward again, catching her mouth with his. While they stretched out, his hand found Sansa's hip, then slowly slid up her side until he was cupping one full, firm breast in his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze before rolling his fingers over the pink tip.

[Would a late tag from a freshly made Deku-account be okay? And if so... ha ha oh God how are we going to get this started because Deku. And ~~having sex~~ I mean ~~kissing a girl~~ I mean ~~holding hands~~ I MEAN acknowledging any kind of romantic emotions... whatsoever...]

[Yesssss! I'd love that! So much awkwardness to be had on both sides. We can go as far as you want with it. Any of those would be cute, hilarious and potentially disastrous is the best kind of way. :D ]

[Alright, I'm gonna make an attempt and see where this goes then! Without further ado... a freaking light novel chapter oh God I am so sorry for the length. You don't have to match this in volume or anything, I just got an idea and wanted to set the mood and background, we don't have to word-splurge QUITE this much in the future...

Some time into their new dorm life, Ochako had given him a shock that almost made any shocks before them pale. Him becoming All Might's apprentice, him besting Kacchan and the first time he'd unwittingly had a conversation with his future arch-nemesis Tomura... all of them were as nothing before the day when she asked him out in front of the whole class.

The circumstances behind such a dramatic scene deserved some exposition. Ever since the start of his new term he'd become more reclusive and focused, spending far more time training his body and Quirk as well as planning for probable future encounters than he did on hanging out with his friends. Before her grand "intervention" he had spent the last two months waking up early, going to sleep early, and all his free time in between that didn't involve education went to training. It wasn't that he tried to distance himself from them... he was just so obsessed with never again putting himself at risk or his loved ones through pain through improper use of his quirk, that he let it affect his social life.

(Or at least that's what All Might might have told her and Iida in a meeting that might have happened in great secrecy and without Izuku's knowledge, NOT THAT ANYONE COULD PROVE ANYTHING)

And so, with his sightings becoming fewer and fewer she had gambled it all on capturing his attention the one time they could talk freely without acheduling conflicts- the end of the day, as everyone went for their dorms. With steely resolve and boldness of heart she had blocked his path! Held out the tickets! And asked him if he wanted to go on a movie-date, just the two of them!

He had actually stopped to listen. That was a good thing. The whole class had gone quiet. That was less good. His only response being whimpers and stammering for a good half-minute or so was also Not Exactly Great... until Bakugou of all people appeared and took the tickets right out of her hands, saying he'd go on that date since Deku seemed disinterested. Even Iida later claimed that he couldn't see Izuku's hands reach out and snatch the tickets back, accept it and hurriedly run off red as a tomato to a training session that truly lead nowhere.

But! Awkwardness aside things had gotten better since then! Izuku gradually made more time to hang out with his friends again, she helped him with his physical training by teaching him some of her moves and this help him expand his mental image of what hand to hand combat could be like, to use his great strength for holds and grappling rather than just all-out blows (which actually helped him polish Full Cowl when he no longer thought of attacks as punches and kicks but rather flowing motions). And when her friends asked she told them things were going great! Izuku was so nice and sweet and wasn't a creep who'd try to push her into doing things she didn't want to, was her answer when her friends slyly inquired how things were between the two of them (except for Mineta who just loudly wept in his stale, lonely little corner). They'd held hands. She had kissed his cheek. And it was nice.

As could be expected some of them cooed and some of them sighed, exasperated but not surprised that it would be up to her to take things to the next level since you couldn't expect sweet little Deku to be any bolder than so, and she had just smiled and changed the subject... because telling them that the anniversary of his biological father walking out on his mother's approach had made him even more withdrawn and hesitant probably wouldn't fly.

(information that might have been disseminated during a HYPOTHETICAL phone call made after Deku pulled away from her when she tried to kiss him that MIGHT have been answered by his mother and lead to a long talk between them... HYPOTHETICALLY)

But fate did not intend to let them wallow in their woes alone. When a holiday allowing them to visit home came along, a stray joke from Kaminari on how maybe Deku should follow her home and meet his future in-laws, much to the amusement of everyone in the class save for Bakugou who never laughed and Iida who pointed out that it was illegal for any individuals under the age of eighteen to marry, seemed to make a strange light come over Izuku's eyes, and she had jumped on the opportunity. It happened with surprising speed- the papers were signed, parents gave their permission, All Might promised he'd keep his mom company (she seemed curiously approving of this particular arrangement) and now...

Well. Now he was being lead down her childhood streets, shown stores and houses and places she remembered from when she was growing up. Next stop- the local park, home of many a tree which Climbing Queen Ochako had conquered in her youth... to her parents ulcer-causing dismay.]

Wow, you could float that high when you were just six?

[[Pretty much how Faith lives, tbh.]]

"Faith!" Barbara's gasp was outraged as the Slayer tore her t-shirt straight down the middle. Outraged and quiet; she knew perfectly well that almost no one ever looked up unless you made quite a noise - which wasn't that likely to be heard over the music on the dance floor below when they were in the scaffolding. And as her blush spread not for the first time she cursed the fact that Faith knew how much shows of strength, exhibitionism, and risk taking turned her on. Faith might not know she was Batgirl, but there weren't many people who could keep up with her even out of costume.

OOC: Hope that was OK?

[[OOC: YES yes yesyesyes. It's perfect. Sorry for the delay, holiday weekend had me running all over! I hope you're still interested.]

The grin on Faith's face is entirely unrepentant as she tugs on either side of the now-useless shirt, pulling Barbara in closer and rolling her own lithe body against the other woman's. Her dark head tilts, darts in to nip at her neck, a quick flash of hot tongue against the lobe of Barbara's ear. "Careful, Babs, you get too loud and someone might see us," she teases, voice singsong. "Or is that what you want? Someone to look up here, see you half-naked with my hands all over you?" It was pretty hot, she had to admit. All those people down there, the bass thrumming in her bones, the outraged look on Barbara's face even as her body responded to Faith's less-than-gentle handling.

Barbara gasped at the insinuation, squirming against Faith's body, and wondering whether she regretted having decided that with her gymnast's body she wouldn't need a bra; there was no disguising how turned on this treatment had left her. Her response was dark and outraged even as she arched her neck for Faith's mouth and buried one hand in the dark slayer's hair. "They'd barely see anything up here. In shadow. And not past my skirt." And that wasn't an invitation for Faith to strip her of that as well. Honestly.

((This is his literal favorite thing.))

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Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia | ota

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