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sneaks) wrote in bakerstreet2017-06-05 08:17 am
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❝Finally.❞
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| ❝Finally❞ |
| There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet. Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate. How to Play: ★ Comment with your character and preferences. ★ Comment to others. ★ Play out the scene. Prompts: ☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution. ☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this. ☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away. ☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on. ☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous. ☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc. ☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light. ☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do. ☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do. ☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together. ☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off. ☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop. ☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect. ☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like. ☆ FREE STYLE |
John Watson | Sherlock | M/M
diana ; wonder woman (2017) ; ota
warden cousland ; dragon age origins
steve rogers ( mcu )
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let me know if there's anything you want me to change!
The problem is, of course, Steve Rogers. Steve with that smile and those blue eyes and a jawline that looks like it's been chiseled from marble, Steve with his shirts that are too damn small and an ass Sam finds himself staring at regularly when they run. And his personality - sure, Sam wants to hit him sometimes for being the biggest idiot he's ever met, but when it comes down to it, there's nobody he respects more, nobody he trusts more.
(Yeah, he's got it bad.)
After the mess that is the Accords, Steve seems- broken. And maybe Sam's not in the best shape himself, but that's nothing compared to Steve. Steve keeps pushing through, trying to pretend nothing's wrong like he always does, and Sam's heart aches to watch him. He doesn't need to carry the burden of the entire world on his shoulders; Sam would gladly help him if he gave him the chance. But Steve's always been a little isolated and aloof, even with his best friend, and it's only getting worse now.
They cross paths at the gym one day, Sam leaving as Steve arrives. Sam notes the telltale signs of fatigue and hesitates.]
Hey. You want someone to spar with?
it's perfect! same goes for you, too. (:
This was how he repaid them, it seemed. Life, however temporary, in the shadows.
It wasn't a healthy train of thought, he knew that. And he knew if he'd voice it to anyone, they'd try and assure him otherwise - he can practically see the shift of Sam's shoulders, moving with a heavy sigh.
Sam. That, at least, brought a ghost of a smile to his face, momentarily distracts him from the hollow feeling in his chest. One of the twenty-first century's little miracles for him, he liked to think. Of course, that's kind of embarrassing (and not as platonic as anyone'd think) so he's definitely not going to tell Sam that. But he often found himself filled with a certain kind of lightness he'd thought he'd forgotten how to feel, be it evenings in front of the television with Thai food (complete with Sam's guffaws at Steve's lack of spice tolerance) or poring over documents, plans, photographs.
A bit of that lightness returns when they cross paths outside of the gym. Steve let his mouth curl upward into a gentle smile, despite the exhaustion. ] That depends. You looking to get your ass kicked?
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[He hasn't seen much of Steve since they arrived in Wakanda, and every attempt he's made to talk about what happened is met with deflection. Not exactly surprising, since it's Steve, and deflection is the name of the game with him. But it means that he's not going to pass up a chance to spend more than five minutes in his company, even if it means having his ass handed to him.
(The outcome's inevitable; it's not like anyone could win against Steve. But pararescue training isn't a walk in the park, and working with his jetpack requires a hell of a lot of time in the gym. Sam can at least hold his own for a time, especially since working with Natasha after he joined the Avengers.)
Sam pushes the door open again, holds it for Steve with a wry smile. He can't say that he isn't partial to watching Steve work out, anyway - hell, he could grab a tub of popcorn and watch the way his muscles shift, the effortless grace in the way he moves for hours. But that's probably a secret best kept to himself.]
You oughta see if one of the Dora Milaje would be up for fighting you. I've seen them working out a couple times. [He talks while he does a couple of short stretches; his muscles are still loose enough that he doesn't need to do much.] Pretty sure they could crack a man's skull between their thighs.
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[ But it wasn't a bad idea - learning from them, not the skull-crushing thing. There wasn't a lot he could do - his fingers hadn't been able to wrap themselves comfortably around a pencil in months, not since Sokovia. And it hadn't been for lack of trying, either.
Steve feels a little guilty, too. He's conscious of the way he'd all but turned into a recluse, skirting around social interaction more than he used to, but here Sam is, watching him with bright eyes, that smile.
Agh. ]
Hey, listen. [ Steve's voice is a little quieter now, despite the fact there's nobody in a ten-foot radius. ] Thanks. For...not pushing. For staying here. [ Staying with me, he means. ] I'm sorry, too. That I haven't been - you know. I'm terrible at this stuff.
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[And the rest of them just laughed. So, yeah, he hasn't tried that again. There's not really much for him to do around here, either; mostly he's been working out, occasionally venturing out into the city. Spending time with Wanda, whenever she'll let him try to help her.]
Yeah, well, I'm a wanted man in a hundred plus countries, don't really have anywhere else to go. [He tries to make it sound like nothing - but, really, where else would he be if not with Steve? After a couple years of being by his side, it's just natural.
(Besides, someone needs to keep him from being a total idiot.)
Sam just rolls his eyes a little at that last, though. It's mostly good-natured, but there's a hint of exasperation there, too.] I know you're terrible at this stuff. But hiding from it isn't gonna make it any better, Steve.
Stefan Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries
Aiden Douglas » Original » ota
Thor Odinson | MCU | m/m
Wanda Maximoff || MCU || F/M
Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal
Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M
Natasha Romanoff | MCU | F/M
Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | m/m
Badou Nails | locked to erenjaegerbomb
[Badou's not really concerned. The only thing he's a little thrown off by is how Eren was actually going to come. What if Badou turns out to be a psycho who takes odd jobs like killing people and information brokering and gets involved in messy mafia shit? Oh wait. He is.
The thought amuses him as he showers and throws on a fresh pair of skinny black jeans. Just like all the rest of the pairs he has. He debates wearing a shirt and decides against it. Really, it's kind of embarrassing how he keeps checking his phone every five minutes to see if he's gotten a text. He manages to put away the odd items in his apartment such as a few compromising photographs of some rich pigs and a stray bullet. Generally, the place isn't in too bad a shape.
Badou just started blowing his hair when the text finally came and he almost felt his stomach tighten up with -what- nerves? He has a half smoked cigarette between his lips and the eye patch was already in place. That was actually faster than Badou expected. He laughs a little at the text message. The kid seemed to have a good sense of humor.
With a last breath, he opens up the door to his studio apartment.]
Yo.
[And he stands there. A hand on the door frame, other on handle of the door, green eye tracing over Eren.]
...
[This is like when you meet someone you've only seen on T.V. and you're kind of star struck by their flesh self.]
This is perfect!
Not bad. Doesn't smell like weed, that's a plus.
[Eren walks over to the couch in the living room and plops down on it unceremoniously, tossing his bag onto the floor without a care. No one ever said he had good manners. He leans back and stretches, his shirt riding up a little before he settles into the cushions and crosses his legs.
He looks over at Badou, who's still standing in the doorway, probably shocked at Eren's lack of manners.]
So. Here I am. Your sexting buddy. Am I everything you dreamed of and more?
yay
But however, it throws him off, how at ease Eren seems to be when he just slids past Badou’s body and into his apartment. His eyebrows knit together as he turns and watches Eren sink into his couch.]
The fuck are you doing? Ya think you own the place or something?
[He follows Eren into the apartment, letting the door swing shut behind him. His eye trails along the strip of smooth skin reavealed at the hem of Eren’s shirt. He feels a pang of anticipation shoot through him. A smirk tilts the corner of his lip up as he takes a slow puff of his cigarette that’’s nearing the end of his life now.]
You’re still damn hot in person,just thought you’d have basic manners. You didn’t even introduce yourself.
[Who was he to talk. A hypocrite with no matters expecting bahaviour from others. He made his way over to the couch, standing in front of Eren, clearly close enough to invade his personal space. One hand reaches out to take his cigarette away from his lips while the other hooks a finger underneath Eren’s chin. He tilts Eren’s face up and smirks, taking in his features.]
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[Eren's lips curl into a self satisfied little grin as Badou draws nearer to him and tilts his chin up to take a look at him like he's on display. Which he kind of is, he supposes.
Normally he'd be put off by the cigarette, but it actually suits Badou really well, and he thinks he can put up with the smoke for long enough to get his ass plowed. Being the little shit that he is, Eren grabs the wrist of the hand that's tilting his chin and brings Badou's fingers to his lips before flicking his tongue out teasingly over the digits.]
Why don't you put me in my place, then? [Eren's voice is deep and sultry as sucks one of Badou's fingers into his mouth. He's really not one to waste time, not with his libido and impatient attitude.]
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Look at you, you hungry little slut.
[Eren's mouth is so wet and hot and Badou can't wait until he can get in there.]
Heh, I knew you'd be so fucking pushy.
[Eren's voice is like velvet and the slight vibration of it goes straight from his fingers to his cock. He takes one last quick puff of the cigarette, reaching and tossing it into the ashtray before turing his full attention to Eren. His verdant green eye is lust-darkened and his lips quirk up in a smug smirk. Facing him, Badou shoves a knee between Eren's crossed legs. In a swift movement, he pulls his fingers out from between the other's lips and grips them instead hard in Eren's hair. He tugs until the back of Eren's head is against the soft curve of the couch's back cushions, so Eren's sitting all the way back on the couch, pinned between his knee and the couch. He leans in close, their noses barely brushing, and his lips millimetres away from Eren's.]
Don't say you didn't ask for it.
[And with that, Badou pulls away from Eren's lips and drags his teeth tauntingly down along the exposed column of Eren's neck.]
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[Eren groans as a knee is forcefully shoved between his legs, inhaling sharply when Badou yanks his hair back to expose the column of his neck. Normally he'd fight back, kick Badou in the crotch and curse him for the rough treatment, but right now he's so turned on from the show of force that his cock twitches in his pants.
They nearly kiss, a soft brushing of lips and noses, but then Badou pulls away and drags his teeth along the sensitive flesh of Eren's neck, and he lets out a lewd little moan. His hands slide up Badou's bare chest and he digs his nails into his pecs, applying enough pressure to draw a few beads of blood.]
Fuck, you like it rough, huh? Me too. You gonna turn me into your little fuck toy?
[Eren grinds his growing erection against Badou's knee with a cocky little smirk. The scent of cigarette smoke still lingers in the air, and Eren wonders if Badou tastes like nicotine. Needless to say he plans on finding out before the night is over.]
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Athrun Zala | Gundam SEED | M/F
Rey | SW:TFA | OTA