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Look at those precious sinnamon rolls

A Meme of FIRST SMUTS!

Perhaps you're new to the world of smut. Perhaps you're a pro - but just haven't done it all. Or perhaps you've gone through every page of the karma sutra, and added some of your own - and you're ready to start teaching someone else. This meme isn't about your first love, or your first kiss. It's the first time you used a sex toy, got pegged, or even played hide the tentacle.

So!

WHAT DO?

Maybe it's something you've never had the chance to RP. Maybe it's an AU that they've never done it before. Maybe you're just giving someone else their first - I don't really care, it's all up to you. Just set up a comment with your preferences and go on to reply to other people.

1. First Vanilla Sex: Is there anything more pure?

2. First Hand Job: Maybe you're not ready to go all the way. Maybe it's best to start slow.

3. First oral: Okay. Maybe you're ready to go a little faster. As long as you're not actually touching parts to parts.

4. First Anal: Who's idea was this? What happened to going slow!?

5. First Rim Job: Get your mouth in there, and show what sort of pleasures can be earned from the other side.

6. First Tit Fuck: Is there anything better than a pair of titties wrapped around your dick? Only the first time you've ever done it~

7. First Sex Toy: Maybe you bought it, maybe someone bought it for you, but it's time to break in the goodiess.

8. First Same-Sex Intercourse: Is it your first time in general, or have you always stuck to the opposite sex so far? Either way, it's time to break out of your comfort zone and try something new.

9. First Inter-Species Rendezvous: Vampires, werewolves, turtles! Oh my! Maybe you've always stuck to your own kind, in the past, but there's a lot of options out there to choose from. Maybe it's time to play hide the tentacle~

10. Wildcard: Make up your own first!

1. First Time: A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. ( Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.)

2. Hey, Can We Try...: You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

3. Childhood Sweethearts: You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.

4. Wedding Night: Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.

5. With Nature: In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?

6. Waking Up: Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.

7. Protected/Safe: You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

Lovingly adapted from the meme of firsts. Hope you enjoy!

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[ Life in Gotham had been a difficult adjustment for both Dick and Rapunzel. For one thing, Bludhaven exploded (that's just how it be in comics ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). As result, Dick's had to come back to Gotham, now for longer than just a short visit.

And that means staying close to family. While Dick wouldn't say no to team-ups in general, he likes having a space for himself to play around in. It's why, after all, he wanted to be Nightwing in the first place.

Still, it's not very difficult, making sure no other vigilante steps on his toes. He does a good enough job not stepping on anyone else's, except maybe Bruce's!

...and Jason's.

That's not to say Rapunzel's not having a rougher time of it, though. After 18 years of being forced into something of a Luddite existence, modern living has presented its share of... obstacles. With Dick as an ambassador for the modern world, though, he can't help but feel he's coaching someone who'd been plucked from the middle ages.

Fortunately, Dick has ways of making Rapunzel's stay in the rest of her life quite... fun. And comfortable. Because their original apartment was caught in that aforementioned explosion, Dick's brought Rapunzel to a nice loft in Gotham, something that was once a safehouse for the original Teen Titans crew. And after a quick grocery run, Dick's come back in front of the bed to stand before a waiting Rapunzel. He'd already stuffed a bag of snacks into the pantry, so all that remains in his hands is a bag containing a mysterious new purchase. ]

You've been asking for this for days, Punzie, so I thought I'd deliver.

[ She knows what he's talking about. He swore he'd get it for her as a gift once he'd finished solving this one particularly grisly case. ~~Perhaps this whole thing is also a palate cleanser to get his mind off of it.~~ Needless to say, he hunches down to peck Rapunzel on the cheek and hand her the contents of the shopping bag.

It's a vibrator. ]

I'll go and wash it first, of course, but you just... psyche yourself up, or something.

[ This is as bashful as he's gonna get without your direct intervention, Rapunzel. ]

[Won't say no to any prompts! Just be humanoid and alive for Interspecies.]

(Would a combination of 3, 4 and 6 -Childhood Sweethearts, Wedding Night and Waking Up- work for you?)

[Any interest in a Cisco?]

[yesssss. Set something up?]

Cisco really doesn't know how he gets himself into these situations. He'd thought his chronicles were completely private, stored on the hardware of his computer rather than any web-accessible database. But of course, he's never that lucky. Several of his entries had been leaked. For the most part, it isn't too damaging. He mostly only used first names, so confidentiality isn't a risk. But there was a particular post he hadn't wanted to get out. Most of it was innocent enough, but he'd been a little too forthcoming about his appreciation of a certain thief's blue eyes.

He'd gotten the posts down in less than an hour, but it wasn't fast enough. Of course it wasn't. The text had come from an unknown number, but it didn't take a mechanical engineer to figure out who it was from.

Why he'd agreed to meet him, however, was anyone's guess. He's relatively confident that Snart doesn't want him dead. There are definitely easier ways to kill him than inviting him out for a drink. It still doesn't stop him from being nervous. Leonard Snart is an intimidating guy, after all.

Which is why it's even more incredible that two hours later sees them standing in Cisco's bedroom. He can't even remember whose idea it was, just that he'd thought it was a good one and hadn't hesitated to call them an Uber. He's a little more hesitant now though, Snart looking oddly right in the pop culture museum that is Cisco's bedroom.

[ooc: I apologize for the tl;dr, I do that when setting the scene XD]

Leonard hadn't intentionally been looking for anything incriminating, he'd simply been trolling Tumblr when a link to something that caught his eye led him to said post. So...Ramon had a thing for him as well as Lisa. Well, kid had taste at least. He was bored so he'd texted him wondering just how flustered he could make the young genius. He was almost as much fun to torment as Barry was. It's just too easy.

He isn't expecting a response and for it to evolve into an actual conversation and later an invitation on his part for drinks. He was even more flabbergasted as to how they ended up in the young mans apartment standing at arms length from each other.

"So, tell me Cisco." He drawls and gives him a smirk. "What exactly am I allowed to do to you, or do I get the fun of discovering it all on my own?"

Snart knows. He has to know how he sounds. The words themselves are innocent enough, but between his drawl and his smirk, the question is just filthy. The way Snart says his name has always done something for him, but in this context it's enough to raise goosebumps on his arms.

"I guess that depends on what you want to do to me," he counters. He's impressed with himself, really. It's rare he has this much chill.

~~Oh god, he's spent two hours with Snart and he's already punning. The world is doomed.~~

Oh he most certainly knows how he sounds and he is perfectly willing to follow through with any and all things. He tilts his head in a calculating manner as he observes Cisco in front of him.

"There are many things indeed I would like to do to you Mr. Ramon and I can assure you many of them you might not like right away. For instance, I want to strip you down, tie you up, and take you apart...figuratively, until you cannot even remember your own name. You see I like to take things slow...almost glacial you might say." Len drawled as he moved and sat down in a chair crossing his legs. "So I'll ask one more time, what am I allowed to do?"

Cisco feels like electricity is dancing across his skin at the thought. His breath catches in his chest. He can't even believe this is real.

"Anything." He speaks before he even realizes he's opened his mouth. But he doesn't attempt to take it back. He'd meant it.

"Strip then come here." Cisco says leaning back in the chair and watching the younger man with hungry eyes. "And if you have lube, you might want to grab it."

[Honestly there's not a lot he HAS NOT done, so he'll likely be dishing out your firsts.

However, he has not had a wedding night, hasn't had the fluffy giggly morning sex, and hasn't done the protected/safe one, so 5, 6, and 7 are good.]

[ tess or m/m preferred. ]

[ ship prefs in journal. no anal or rim jobs, please. ]

[How about a Steve for a first morning after? Or their first time just in general?]

[ either is good with me. ]

[LMK if you want things changed]

Steve wakes up in degrees, which is unusual for him. It's usually either all or nothing for him; he's either conscious or not because anything else can lead to someone getting a jump on him. But this is different. There's something warm and alive beneath his cheek that smells like gun oil and cigarettes on a Brooklyn fire escape. Like a home he hadn't been in for years but felt just about the same.

Bucky.

And then he's pretty much awake after that.

The last night comes back like a movie and he knows already it's one he's going to rewatch a lot; the view of his friend loose and smiling, his flock (and wasn't that bizarre? Farmer Barnes) making noise in the distance. And then, just a change of the air as gazes are held and conversation teases in new ways. Possibilities opening and long-held secrets coming to the light that probably weren't all that secret, after all. And then the two of them coming closer, finally meeting, finally kissing.

And then a whole lot of kissing happening from that point on.

Steve picks his head up and looks down at the body beneath him, grinning. They fell asleep pretty quick after so they're both still pretty much naked with sheets tangled around them. The animals are awake in the distance but hopefully not needing attention yet. He's not ready to give up his bed partner yet.

As long as he's still willing to stick around. They didn't really do a lot of talking about 'what comes next' last night.

He reaches out, brushing the long hair out of Bucky's face, content to watch him sleep for the moment. All of what's happened still has the fog of a dream. Like it can disappear if he looks at it too hard. But for now it's still here. Still real. And he's going to enjoy every second.

[ Bucky sleeps much the same way. Awareness generally comes abruptly; asleep one moment, awake and ready to defend himself in the next. This morning he's content to do something else, though. Something he hasn't done since he lived in Brooklyn, before Pearl Harbor and the war tore their lives apart. He sleeps like a normal, content person. There are still nightmares, but they were only a brief interruption of sleep, not the cause of its cessation.

And the warm body draped half across him is most of the reason why.

So awareness comes in baby steps. A light touch of fingertips against strands of hair, the movement of limbs against a mattress that dips, the slow and steady heartbeat of his best friend. Thanks to the serum, there are no aches and pains from a night spent kissing and exploring Steve's body, something he recalls with the kind of clarity bestowed by a near photographic memory. They are removed from that apartment in New York by time and physical distance, and verbally acknowledging more-than-platonic feels the night before is still a tender subject. It almost feels like Steve forgave him too easily for not saying anything back then.

Bucky lies there, eyes still closed, breathing in the lingering scent of spent arousal and fresh air circulating in through the window. It's like something out of those trashy romance novels lying around in doctor's offices and libraries. Like it seems a little too good to be true. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop and take everything away. Eventually, he does open his eyes, reaching up with his flesh hand to capture the fingers carding through his hair. ]

Morning, Steve.

(ooc: looks good to me. same re: tweaking, and feel free to continue prose.)

His hand caught, Steve looks down at the body beneath him with a hopelessly fond expression on his face. He's a doomed man and has been for longer than he can remember. But there honestly could be worse things to happen to him. There had been worse things that had happened to him. This he would gladly accept.

"Hey," he greeted back. His voice is a little gravelly from sleep, but it doesn't really matter. "If you don't want me playing with your hair, you shouldn't have it so long." It's a tease. Steve actually likes it long even though he probably will need a lot more incentive to admit it. But that's not really the most pressing matter, right now.

"Slept pretty well last night. I think that's the first time I've been worn out enough to not have nightmares. So. Thanks," he starts, just on the south side of sheepish, talking around the elephant in the room. He doesn't move to kiss Bucky. Not yet. Not until he's sure where they lie this morning.

"You? How...was it, last night?"

You sure liked tugging on it.

[ It's as close to a Brooklyn drawl as Bucky's gotten since they crept into the old Siberian base, expecting to confront five psychopathic killers that his memories said were worse than anything he'd done as the Soldier. A lot has happened since then, though. Some good, some bad. This is one of the good things. The very, very good things. Top ten in his life, good. Which might partially explain the grin working its way across his face, like a slow-motion sunrise. ]

I ain't never slept with a guy before. Considering that, I think it went pretty well. [ He shifts to lace his fingers with Steve's, thumb running along the ridge of the other man's knuckles. ] Think I'd like to do it again sometime. If that kinda thing won't tire you out.

[ Because it wouldn't be close to old times if one of them couldn't squeeze the semblance of a challenge into an otherwise perfectly normal conversation. ] I'm glad you didn't have bad dreams. [ That's delivered in a quieter, more serious tone. ]

This feels like the past has come back while at the same time feeling like a brand new world he's never even known existed. Years pass by in that smile Bucky has growing on his face and suddenly Steve is 90 pounds again, staring up at his best friend and thinking about how the fucking sun rose and set in his eyes. Steve was always a poetic, artsy person, but Bucky brought the worst of that out in him. Steve's not sure he admitted to all of that, last night. It feels comfortable and pleasant that he's still sure Bucky would tease him and call him a sap if he did.

"I think I wouldn't be much of a super soldier if I couldn't manage another go. What about you? You got the second batch; maybe I should be concerned about your stamina?"

He is glowing with his own sleep-warm contentment. And now that he's on firm footing, Steve bends forward and kisses Bucky slowly. It's a luxury and he treats it as one. Who knew how many lazy mornings they might have now before the next shoe dropped?

"How did you sleep? I didn't... I was sort of out. I don't think I noticed if...you had problems..."

My stamina is just fine.

[ Bucky states it as a fact, like water is wet, or Steve Rogers is a stubborn son of a gun. He states it quietly and with a smaller, more affectionate smile on his face, like he can tell what his friend's expression means. (He can't, telepathy isn't in his repertoire, but still.) Then he extends his limbs and stretches lazily, even when Steve leans down for a kiss.

It's a nice kiss, too. Slow and hot and guaranteed to start his brain thinking about things besides going back to sleep. As if he could anyway. ]

I don't sleep much, but got a little.

[ If Steve presses him on the matter, Bucky might be more forthcoming. Right now, though, he feels like taking Captain America up on his offer. Which means he reaches up with his metal hand to yank Steve down against him. ]

Round two. Tag, you're it pal.

Oh, Steve isn't going to think about sleep for awhile, now. Maybe later he'll as questions and be a good friend (boyfriend? Lover? Another question), but for now he's more interested in seeing how much skin he can get touching as quick as possible.

He laughs at the tug and the small little game. It feels so much like them that he is momentarily dizzy with it. It passes quickly though. As soon as his hand touches the warmed metal, he remembers. But that doesn't stop any of his arousal.

"Didn't say 'no tag backs', buddy. "

He kisses Bucky the same as before. His tongue knows the plains of Bucky's mouth now, but that doesn't stop him from tracing over his teeth and tangling tongue with tongue. His one hand tangles in Bucky's hair, tugging it lightly while the other goes down to check how things are progressing.

He gives Bucky a soft squeeze around his cock and a short pump, just to add a tease of friction. Then he just rests his palm against one of his thighs.

"Tag. And I'd say 'no tag backs' but I kinda want to be 'It' again."