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Sex Grab Bag Meme

✖ Post a comment with your character's name, fandom, and if you have any particulars re: who can poke. In the comment, please note anything you're not okay with. Oh yeah~ powers and abilities don't in this mysterious white space!

✖ Once somebody's replied to you, RNG (min 1, max 12) for the scenario! The scene and all of its subsequent effects will kick in immediately.

1 - You've been locked in a really nice-looking wedding suite, with a huge bed and a lavish bathroom and all - the both of you may or may not be in tuxes and/or dresses (yes, just because you're a guy doesn't mean you won't be in a dress). Until you fuck, that door's not opening. There are also some innocent looking chocolates and champagne on the table, in case you're looking for a (aphrodisiac) wonderful surprise. If you wait around long enough, the air vents will happily oblige anyway.
2 - Nothing special, really. You're just both hot for each other. Really, really, really, REALLY hot for each other. And you don't know why.
3 - Nothing special here either, except for the fact that if you're with someone you hate, you hate him/her so much you want to fuck them against the wall. And if you're with someone you don't know, you want to fuck them against the wall too. Hard.
4 - Suddenly, you're both in a closet. There's a note with a single line: "get busy for seven minutes, and love every second of it)". The door will not budge, no matter what you do. ...Unless you start very familiar with each other and liking it. It's possible if you wait long enough the closet will be flooded with aphrodisiac to encourage that.
5 - The original poster has suddenly been tied up. How (position, be it some good old cowboy tricks or fancy shibari), with what (chains, handcuffs, rope...) and where (to a wall, on the floor, on a mysteriously appearing piece of furniture). And you both feel the inexplicable need to get fucked or go at it with someone like rabbits. Which is good, because the locks aren't opening until you do
6 - Same as #5, except the commenter's the one who's been trussed up. ♥
7 - One or both of you feel the sudden, desperate need to get off, not necessarily with anyone, just...off. No matter what you do, you'll find it's just not coming on your own. You're going to need someone else's help if you ever want to finish.
8 - You're in a room full of toys, tailored for the two of you. Until you try them all--on you or on the other person with you--the door isn't opening.
9 - The only thing that will prevent the end of all life, and maybe the destruction of all matter, is you and the other person with you having sex. If that's not encouragement enough, try the chocolate.
10 - You two were specifically chosen to have sex for an audience, whether live or on camera, either by political pressure, blackmail, or brute force, apparently you're stuck with it. Get friendly.
11 - Roll for two options.
12 - Player's choice~ feel free to negotiate, guys, just be nice!

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[not so much 8 though]

[Information for those who are unfamiliar with the canon is here, NSFW headcanon here.]

The world will end...if we don't do this?

[Yusuke scratches his head, still questioning all of this. How this happened and memories of before seemed to shatter when those words were brought up, and Yukina was before him. None of this seemed logical at all.]

This is beginning to sound like a porno. A bad one too.

[Yukina rarely understands anything Yusuke says, and she hardly knows him as well as she does Kazuma or the girls; already, she's on edge.]

What we're supposed to do...

[She glances up at him.]

...how does it stop anything?

I...really don't know.

[He shrugs. Honestly, he was just as lost as she was. Even if Hiei wasn't here, he could feel extremely sharp daggers at this back. Oddly enough, he doesn't look so concerned about that.]

Maybe demon energy or something is combined stops everything? Like maybe some ritual spell thingy?

[Fyi: He's been aged up to 18!]

I see.

[That doesn't sound like any ritual she's ever heard of...but is there really a chance they could take?

She's not about to let anyone else get hurt because of her.]

What should we do?

When Stiles came to he couldn't see a goddanm thing. It took him a moment to realize that he was merely blindfolded and he wasn't being held in a pitch black room, mostly because he could see a faint hint of light on the very edge of the blindfold, or that he hadn't actually gone blind. His head and neck is killing him and it was only when he tried to move that he realized his hands were bound behind his back.

He's on the floor, at least, leaning up against something sturdy but sof - a mattress or a chair. The ground is hard beneath his knees where he'd been kneeling and his feet are asleep, tingling pins and needles. Stiles tries to move back but is stopped short when something tugs at his neck. "The fuck," he breathes out and pulls back again, only to once more be stopped.

Oh my god, those sound like chains. Is he chained up? Did he get kidnapped by some weird BDSM cult?!

Derek didn't even know it was Peter who had Stiles, at first. All he'd gotten was a picture texted to his phone, Stiles lying unconscious on the floor of a house. The next, an address.

It lead him to a house on the edge of Beacon Hills, and he knew that this was some kind of trap. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, his senses told him to go around the back, to run in the front and rip out the throat of whomever had Stiles.

But he'd steeled himself, focusing, and had gone to the front door. He'd tried it, found it open, and entered, locking it behind him. Now, he could scent the air - the scent of Stiles, fear sweat, werewolf -

Peter.

He felt a grow build up in his throat, and he moved forward towards the living room. He didn't expect what he saw - Stiles in a collar, hands bound behind his back and trying to move away from -

"What the hell is this, Peter?"

Considering what we gotta do and the fact we can't move from here, doesn't look like we have much choice.

[He pauses a bit, trying to let the situation sink in a bit.]

...You never actually did this kind of thing, right?

"You don't like it? I was going to add a bow and a tag with Happy Birthday written it but I wasn't expecting you to get here so soon," He stood up for where he had been kneeling next to Stiles who as always was such an interesting specimen of human, "But if you don't want him I could always find someone else."

Because that's what this had been about. The two of them played so oblivious, or maybe it was purposely oblivious because there was no way these two could ever really like each other, right? His nephew had the physic of a Greek god and Stiles was just the poor hyper active kid that no one really liked at school. Which was really unfortunate because Stiles was so much more than that and his nephew was just so broken in love that there was no way he was ready to pursue someone, especially someone so young.

He gave them both very sympathetic glances. Clearly he was just doing them both a favor, but he could see how it might be interpreted as a violation of certain human laws but how else where they going to see the light.

He placed a hand down on Stiles shoulder and spoke next to his ear, "It's okay Stiles, I just wanted to make sure you'd be staying put."

[She wouldn't panic. Haruka didn't know where she was, how she'd gotten there, or why any of this was happening, but she would not grant the person(s) responsible the satisfaction of seeing that.

At the moment, it was relatively easy. The room was clean, well-lit... her wrists just happened to be bound and strung up to the head of bed she lay on. But she was growing more and more uncomfortable, both mentally and physically. Why was she kept waiting like this? Why did the air smell funny? Why was there such a large closet in such an otherwise sparse room?

She wouldn't panic, but frowning with frustration was quite fine.]

[Even after she'd slipped into the room, Erika remained out of sight of her partner. Simple enough to do when the other girl was so restrained, especially when Erika was already used to the shadows. She'd been hoping for someone to find their way into her playroom but all the same, she wanted to let the anticipation linger. Let her really wonder, let her begin to think that no-one would come for her.

And then, a step further, something else to mess with the other girl's mind. Still careful to remain mostly out of view, she moved to open one of the closet doors. It would conceal her, but would also display just some of the toys inside - vibrators of all sizes and colours, dildos, all manner of further restraints and about anything else one could conceive of. Again she watched, waited, wanting to see the girl's reaction now.]

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Sex Grab Bag Meme

Natasha Stark | Marvel 3490/MCU

River Song | Doctor Who | ota

Heine Rammsteiner | DOGS | het

Yukina | Yu Yu Hakusho | Open to All

Toya | Yu Yu Hakusho | m/m

Ulala Serizawa | Persona 2 | F/M

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Ky Kiske | Guilty Gear | OTA

no subject

no subject

Rise Kujikawa | Persona 4 | F/M

Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4 | F/M

Erika Karisawa | Durarara!! | OTA

Caius Ballad | FFXIII-2 | ota

John Egbert | Homestuck | OTA

no subject

Akihito Takaba // Viewfinder // M/M

Fai D. Flourite // Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles // M/M

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

6 and then some >3 going prose for this bitch <3

lets get kinky up in this bitch

no subject

let's get.... radical!

6 + 8?

sure ^^