bakerstreet | The Fluffy Smut Meme

The Fluffy Smut Meme

Smut can be fun to play, but a lot of times, you want something more. You want to play the connections between people, not just the "wham bam thank you m'am" aspect. Foreplay is fun, and relationships even more so. When feelings are involved, sex can be taken to a completely new level.

This meme is for people who want a little love in their smut or something tooth-rottingly cute to play.

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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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[Ooc: sounds pretty good!]

[He felt that edge. Not the first time someone did that, though he did recall practicing with her. All he had to do was act the part. Simple enough. And for good reason most likely. Turns out they had more enemies than he realized if they got to her first.

He faked a smirk, raising his hand.]

Heh, you were the one who wanted to play Apostate and Templar every Friday as I recall.

[Her knife began to tap a series of patterns, codes passed without enough pressure to part his clothes. Pointing out the suspicious characters at the unlit corner, and warning him what was coming]

Mmm, well it was fun, playing the big bad Templar who forced the poor innocent virginal Apostate to satisfy their carnal desires or be killed. If you'd stayed around longer I might have even let you play the Templar.

[Turning, she would back and slapped him full across the face, a stinging blow that nonetheless hurt a lot less than the fist she would have normally used]

You son of a whore, you've got a lot of nerve poking your head back in here after running out on our last arrangement. Give me one reason not to gut you where you stand.

[The slap certainly felt genuine. He actually winced at that; fighting darkspawn was good for the muscles it seemed. But he got the code nonetheless. It seemed things were not going to be so easy. If they went to private and did nothing, things would become problematic, inviting more trouble.

But if they were just up to other matters....no reason to kill them while in that position.]

Because I'm the only guy here who can come close to satisfying the endless lust you exhibit every day maybe? [He spoke.] That, and who'd pay off your debts, less you have other means to get it. I'm all ears.

[Well, to be fair, she had been a bit put out when he'd up and left, though nowhere near what she was showing now. Isabela had her pride, yes, but she'd left one too many lovers in the night to be throwing stones.

And luckily, Hei remained as sharp as ever. Only he was close enough to see the approving glint in her eyes, even as her face took on an expression of outrage]

Well, aren't we like every other man who thinks too highly of himself? [She makes a show of flinching at the word debt, and pretends to mull for a moment] And what makes you think I have any debts?

[He had little choice honestly. There wasn't a way he could say no to fighting for his home. He lost it though, and by an agent who was greedy. He wanted payback, and Isabela might be his key, assuming they got out of trouble first.]

This coming from a woman who needed her ass saved, among other things? Besides, who's to say money was the only thing you missed. [He grabs her arm, bringing her closer, keeping the act of the creep.] We all know what you really want, and have been missing, and I bet no one has been able to fully help. Am I wrong?

[Least if he acted this way, those agents wouldn't be able to tell who he was.]

Thought what?

3/6

and 7. And 13.

11

and 5!

WE DO WHAT WE WANT!!

"It's one of America's more well-known..." she glanced left and right, then leaned in to whisper, "and quite honestly better," she leaned back, returning to a normal tone, "movies. Although I haven't seen the entirety of it. Brother didn't seem to enjoy it." And it had also been quite late, so she had dozed off by the middle of it. Nothing against the movie! Liechtenstein just seemed to have a naturally strict sleep schedule.

"Oh! I'm Bo Peep! From the movie Toy Story? It's another one of America's. It's really cute and sweet. We should watch it some time!"

[ The end of the world comes and goes, and you're still doing the same old, same old.

It isn't like that's something Cloud can beat himself up over (even Cloud, who specializes in the art of Why didn't I, How could I, Shouldn't I have), but every once in a while, still, the thought occurs. And when it does, a whole avalanche, pileup, car wreck of others comes sliding downhill after it. He stops, stalls, forgets what he's doing - and falls under the drift trying to answer them all. Even though nobody's asking him to, anymore. Even though it's not a matter of do or let the whole world fall by the wayside, any longer. Old habits die hard, and all that. Especially the ones he can't remember developing.

Excuse me?

cuts through his latest woolgathering jaunt, and Cloud looks up through the jagged cut of his bangs to catch the same blend of irritation and concern he always surfaces to - no matter the face, that's one look he'll never again fail to recognize.

These, too,

he says, and that look transforms into the partially mollified kind he's come to call breaking even. He forks over a few extra gil, cuts his losses and gathers his things, then gets the hell out of there - a complex process that involves backing into the crowd milling loosely around him through the makeshift open air market (everything here is "makeshift," until they can build something better over the ruins of the last place), taking off, and turning down the first through way he can find. Regardless of whether it's in the direction of Home. There's not enough to Edge to get lost in, yet. He isn't worried.

The detour costs him only a couple more minutes than he expects, taking him around a newly built section of the miniature city and catching his curiosity. He's already made himself up to be dumb enough for one day that the notion of looking comparably ridiculous as he carts around a few unnecessary purchases alongside the requisite doesn't hurry him along; there's not much attention to garner around struggling refugees. They have their own lives to unearth out of the rubble, and he his. If there's just a lot less of his own to find down there, he should count himself lucky.

Tenfold to the same, if there's someone left to look, with him.

When he steps inside again, the partially finished barroom is as empty as he left it. They won't be ready to run a regular shift for a while, now, though there are already plenty of regulars - where there are workers, there are drinkers, and she likes to help them out where she can. He doesn't blame her.

Dropping the groceries on the counter (already polished and prepared for the beating it'll take, once the whole town's come and gone on opening night), he steps around the inside at a good clip. Suddenly, that self-consciousness he was missing before is there, and he can't help looking maybe guilty as he fishes an empty bottle out of the bin stashed down under the sink. It's just big enough to fit the stems of a few large, sunny flowers in.

The same ones he'll be leaving on the bar, not the least bit innocuous in the otherwise drearily barren room - and doesn't plan to say a word about, should anybody notice. ]

[Every now and then... she expects to wake up.

She's getting better about it. The strange grind of daily digging out new pieces of the life she's trying to put together, not just for herself but for them all, of the gray sky and the gray buildings and the gray people, the mundanity of fighting to find matching sets of chairs and not monsters - it helps ground her, helps make it all real. Yet... there are times, she'll blink - and just for a second - she'll expect to see green when she opens her eyes again. Sometimes... in that second as she steps outside - she's still afraid to look up at the sky. A part of her worries she'll always be that way even if the practical side of her knows better. In moments like those, she makes it a point to reach out and physically touch the nearby construction of her new world and she silently recites the names of her family. Not the memories anymore but the flesh and blood one and it reminds her that she's not alone. That this time it will be different.

She's taking inventory in the small side room they've set aside for supplies, day dreaming about what she'd like to have while she makes a list of what she knows she's lucky enough to already have, when she hears the front door open and the lack of shout afterward tells her who it is. It has her heart giving a little light bob in her chest, the way it always does when she's recognizing who it is that's just come home. Home. Their home. It has her up on her feet from where she'd been hunkered down and poking her head out the doorless entry, one hand wrapping around the door jam while the other still holds the sheaf of smudged paper. Wanting to welcome him home. It doesn't have to be anything special or elaborate, just... she wants to always welcome him home when he comes back. She wants him to get used to hearing it, even if it's just a word that goes in one ear and out the other on his way by. He's given her a home and she wants it to always belong to the both of them no matter what else happens.]

You're late. [It's the farthest thing from chiding, instead said fondly, a soft tease, something that's said with the same familiarity and acceptance as she'd once called him messed up and her smile when she says it is soft, the warm one that only he ever gets from her. It doesn't matter that he's late. It matters that he comes home. To them. To her. She hopes he knows that.

And then her eyes hit the only other burst of color in the room past his pale mountain sunshine hair, the one he's trying hard to so covertly abscond without credit for and that wine color goes wider. Seconds later, there's a wash of light through them that starts there and seeps out like sunrise all the way through her, across her face and through her shoulders.]

Flowers? [There's just the hint of a younger girl's voice in that quiet delight as she moves over to touch the petals reverently with ungloved fingertips before pressing her nose to one. It's simple and silly and sweet and because it is, her heart tips up happily inside her chest and suddenly the day isn't half so long and gray at all. And yet - they're still both new to this and so, turning those hopeful, happy eyes on the man covered in city dust, she still asks:]

For me?

[ And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for - impeccable timing?

Getting caught in the act isn't part of the plan (vague and deceitful as it is, probably not a great plan from the get-go, should've realized sooner), and Cloud sticks on the spot like she's got a Stone Stare and there's no Soft around. The empty liquor bottle turned vase rattles incriminatingly as it settles against the polished counter top, just a hair's breadth from his fingertips. Not as clean a getaway as he was hoping for.

Well. Can't fight the wrap, now. Better to roll with it. His fingers curl inward, and he drops his hands away after only a second's reluctant pause. Shuffling back a step, Cloud settles for the standard, masks his surprise in layers of carefully cultivated nonchalance. A lot of those layers have thinned, over the past few months and weeks, some peeled back by necessity and more for the lack of it - but nothing will disabuse him of the act. The person he was a year ago may not be all of who he is, now, but he isn't worth discarding entirely, either.

Not the same one who stood up at the gateway of their journey to the heart of the Planet and "said it cool" one last time. ]

I took a walk.

[ The easy out. All of his roundabout path home didn't take a second more than that he spent staring vacantly into the rickety vendor's lain-out spread of cut flowers (imported). But she doesn't need to know that any more than that the real reason he bought something to brighten the place up was only to cover for another embarrassing slip out of the new normalcy. Rumors of a blond SOLDIER with a big sword who can't keep his head together are bound to get back to the most popular bar in the burgeoning city, after all is said and done, and he doesn't like the sense of déjà vu that comes tagged to that thought. Even less than the one that says She'd worry.

There's no trouble or concern in the look she turns on him now, though, and that's the way he aims to keep it. He may be painted with a thin coat of rolling wasteland dust, carrying a weapon that's still more than half his weight and size, and caught with the faintest tinge of exhaust in his clothing (new fuel doesn't burn as clean as mako did), but there's nothing in him so harsh or sharp-edged that's reserved for this place. It's half-built, but sacred already.

He nods, gestures vaguely around the unfinished room. ]

Can't decorate the old place with them, anymore. [ It's been buried beneath a million miles of crushed and obliterated for longer even than the rest of the dilapidated city beyond their new safe haven - but that isn't the part that's worth remembering. ]

[Something's up.

It's not like he has magical psychic tendencies or any of that bullshit, but Jake's good at reading body language. He had to be, after-- well, whatever. He'd learned, hard and fast, and sometimes it's helped keep him alive and sometimes it's been useless, but right now?

Something's off, and it's so obvious it might as well have smacked him in the face.

He sits back a little, draping his arm along the backside of the couch rather than reaching out to touch her, because whatever's bothering her has to do with him and he... doesn't want to screw this up. Make it worse somehow. With his other hand he reaches up to rub at his jaw, briefly contemplative before he looks at her.]

Hey. You okay?

[When Jake draws back, there is a sense of dread and total failure, because crap. He knows something is up and she didn't mean for that to happen.

It just goes to show how much she sucks at this, and probably will if they go further. Sherry bites into her lower lip and glances away sheepishly, shaking her head. But she stops that suddenly and looks up at him again, a little bit wide eyed and completely hesitant. He's probably never seen Sherry's confidence plummet like this before.]

Ah... I mean yes, I am okay. I just... [She sighs and shakes her head, feeling even more heat flush to her face.] It's probably really obvious that I have no idea what I'm doing, that' all.

[Oh. Baby, no. He reaches for her, fully intending to pull her in closer (but probably not into his lap because that's a bad idea right now)]

A little. [He says, gently teasing.]

Listen, I'm not here--

[HERE being this hotel room, which he gestures at vaguely.]

Because I'm looking to [HE SHOULD PROBABLY CENSOR THIS NEXT BI-- nope.] -- get laid. I'm here because I'm with you. That's it. This isn't about experience.

[Somehow, the fact that Sherry's nervous about this whole thing makes it that much easier for him to deal with. He always does well when someone else is panicking.]

[Gosh Jake, you know just what to say to both calm Sherry down a little bit and make her heart race at the very same time. She doesn't protest him tugging her back in towards him, in fact, Sherry takes the opportunity to wind her arms around his shoulders and bury her face into his neck. She gives a small squeeze as she speaks, tipping her head up a little towards his ear.]

I know... but thank you anyway. That helps ease some of my embarrassment.

[Sherry stays hidden where she is for now, placing a soft kiss on his neck, just below his ear. There is a long moment of silence, before finally she laughs slightly, a little bit miserably.]

Still... I'm a 26 year old virgin. I'm pretty sure that would be found under 'lame' in the dictionary.

I think you'd be found under a lot of other things first. Like amazing.

[He slides his hand under her shirt against her back, just for the contact.]

Smart.

[That one gets her a kiss, gentle and lingering on the lips.]

Brave.

[Because, well. Who else could he count on to have his back in the zombie apocalypse? He's been screwed over so many times in his life that Sherry's presence - solid, reassuring and there is almost a miracle in and of itself. He smiles a little, but it doesn't last. Instead, it's replaced by a smirk that's very nearly a playful leer.]

And me, I guess. But we can save that one for later.

[Okay, so he's still a twenty year old guy at heart. Still, it's obvious that he's not particularly serious about it, by the way he brushes her cheek lightly with the back of one hand.]

You don't need to be embarrassed. Nobody's laughing. And if they do, I'd punch 'em in the teeth.

[Because it's Manly, or something. Not that Sherry can't punch people out for herself, but Jake figures he'd probably get more enjoyment out of it than she would.]

[Now Sherry's blush is there just because of how sweet Jake actually is under his tough exterior. This time she fights the urge to turn her face away from his, meeting that kiss and smiling back at him when he goes on, giving her that look. That almost boyish one he gets when teasing her. It's a look that Sherry adores, a lot, and it has her own smile widening as she tips her head into his hand.]

If anyone else finds out and says anything, I'll be sure to point you in their direction if I don't deck them myself.

[Her smile fades just slightly, but Sherry goes on, trying to sound at least a little bit more confident while explaining why the subject was even on her mind in the first place.]

That's the thing though... I was worried because I... I would. I-I've thought about it, I mean.

[The blonde purses her lips together, watching him in an almost worried manner despite the fact that Jake obviously isn't opposed to it. She can't help it though, she just looked him in the face and said that. It's kind of surreal and frightening in a way. Talk about things she wouldn't expect herself to be doing so openly.

If it was anyone else? She honestly probably... couldnt.]

[A crooked smile.]

We could compromise. I'll hold them and you can punch them. And then the really tenacious ones we can take turns hitting. How about that.

[He leans in to bite gently at the side of her throat. You know. For emphasis. Not hard enough to leave a mark, though even if he did it would probably heal. She'd have to ask him to before he'd ever even think about leaving bruises.]

Oh? Care to elaborate?

[Because they're talking about this like Mature Adults instead of emotionally stunted twenty somethings and that's progress as far as he's concerned.]

[Sherry's breath hitches slightly at the nip, surprised at how good it feels to have his mouth on her neck like that. In response, she raises her hand to touch the top of his head, almost to encourage him as she replies a little bit shyly.]

Ah... well, on a superficial level, you're.... incredibly attractive. [A pause and she draws back while moving her hand down to find his chin, to tip his head back up enough for their eyes to meet.] And on a personal level? I care about you, Jake. A lot.... and honestly, I'm not sure I would want to... with anyone else.

[In other words, Sherry kind of... really loves him, and doesn't really want to give herself to anyone else like that. But saying that? Might be too big of a step...she's afraid that that whole 'L' word sterotype might bite her in the butt... even if she kind of knows better than to think she shouldn't be fully honest with Jake. It's Jake... if there is anyone Sherry can count on to not disappoint or hurt her, its him.]

[He could make a smart-ass remark about being 'incredibly attractive' (his ego agrees) but then when their eyes meet and he gets it.]

Hey.

[He catches the hand she'd used to tip his head back, squeezes her fingers gently and then kisses her knuckles, never once taking his eyes off her face.

He's never really sat down and examined his feelings for Sherry in the grand scheme of things. Frankly? He's never needed to. There wasn't a point putting a name to something so unknowable. Jake's a pretty simple guy when it gets right down to it. Used to be his life was 'go out, get paid, sleep whenever, rinse repeat'. He didn't put labels on things and he didn't really slot his life into neat little organized boxes. That was too... society for him. Something he eschewed whenever possible. When he was younger, he did it because he had no respect for the system that let his mother die of something completely curable just because they couldn't fucking afford it.

As he got older, it stuck around. Habit.

But he's already broken half a dozen for Sherry, what's one more?]

I love you too.

[Sherry hadn't heard those words in so long.... such a long time that she had completely forgotten the feeling that came with them. A feeling of being wanted, being important to someone. It was amazing. It makes her eyes sting a little bit, but before she could let herself cry on top of all of this, Sherry moves their hands together so she can lean in and kiss him. It's a firm kiss, and one she doesn't break for a long moment.

Finally she draws back, smiling at him even as she raises her free hand to wipe away a stray tear that escapes despite her best efforts not to let it. ]

You're amazing, Jake. Thank you.

[Maybe it's stupid to thank someone for saying they love you, but seriously? Sherry needed that in ways she didn't even know until this moment.]

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cloud strife ☼ final fantasy vii

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like a runaway train. made entirely of porn ...this got away from me.

runaway porn train?! that's the best kind!

choo choo $%@&ers

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ahhh these two just. sob.

otp can't stop won't stop

ever. I need a root canal stat, also

you are not the only one aah these babies

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