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the lovebag {meme}

THElovebagMEME

➔ Post a blank comment with your character. Name, and fandom in the subject line!
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➔ If you only want regular prompts, go from 1-10. If you do not mind the R rated prompts, go from 1-15. If you only want R rated prompts, go for 11-15!
➔ Now match that number to the theme and have your character act accordingly!
➔ Have fun!
➔ Please note somewhere if you are okay with R prompts, and be respectful of those who aren't! (IE; if you only want the PG promts, put REGULAR ONLY in the subject. If all of them are okay, put REGULAR & R! And if you only are really interested in R, just put R)
➔ And yes, this is a combination of several love memes, and grab bag memes!

THE THEMES

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Whatever you want! Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ YANDERE STYLE: I think we all know how this goes. You're sweet on your crush when they're focused on you, making them lunch with rice balls with smiles... aw... wait, are they looking at another cute person?! THEY'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO LOOK AT ME.

THREE ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

FOUR ➔ SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: You're locked in a closet with someone else! It can be a crush, a friend, a boyfriend, whatever! But whoever it is, you're locked in a closet with them with the intent to kiss. Will you go through with it? Will it end up in romance? Or will it end up as a B-B-B-BAD ROMANCE?

FIVE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

SIX ➔ IT'S A DARE: You've been dared by someone to romance this specific person! You're not allowed to tell that it's a dare, and you must seem earnest. Will you be able to make them swoon from your charms? Or will you fall into love's trap, and fall head over heels for real?

SEVEN ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... why is this?! You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

EIGHT ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch! No, you have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, of course! W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

NINE ➔ IT CAN NEVER BE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

TEN ➔ NEVER SAY NO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

RATED R

ELEVEN ➔ THE KISSING DISEASE: You simply must kiss this person. You have to get your lips on them somehow, anywhere, everywhere. Even if you have to push them into an empty closet and lock the door to do so!

TWELVE ➔ DRUNKEN ENCOUNTER: You both met up, drunk, and you're both feeling a little bit adventurous thanks to the booze. Are you ready to get down and dirty on a beach, or do you want to vandalize something a bit before barging into a hotel room? The choice is, drunkenly, yours!

THIRTEEN ➔ OBSESSION: You're so obsessed with this person, you want them so badly -- you're willing to do just about anything to get them. Manipulate, pretend, tie them up, make them yours! You're driven by your desire!

FOURTEEN ➔ IN PUBLIC?!: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

FIFTEEN ➔ HANDS: Hey, woah! Your hands just happen to keep drifting to "inappropriate places"! You might not realize it, or it might be fully intentional! Whatever it is, it's happening! Maybe your partner will simply brush you off, or maybe they'll suggest you two scadattle off to a room!

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[ And she's waiting for that excuse. There's almost a hint of guilt as she watches him struggle so very much, but it quickly just evolves into even more amusement. This is her doing. That unexplained desire to touch him continues to pressure her to keep going, glancing over at the Avatar to keep her own arousal at bay.

Her hand keeps moving, but loose as if she is expecting him to jerk away at any moment. She doesn't want to hurt him, after all. Each slow, careful caress is calculated to make him quiver and hold those utensils even tighter, easily figuring out which strokes make him twitch the most and how she should maneuver her fingers to hear a delightful, suppressed sound. His pleasure is so predictable and she loves every moment of it-- or is it the game that she's playing with him that she loves? It's not quite so clear anymore. ]

[ Trying not to release his knife too fast so that it clatters to his plate and alerts everyone, Zuko relaxes his grip only enough to lower it to the plate carefully. That hand then disappears under the table a second time since they'd arrived to eat, finding her wrist to wrap around and pull her hand away.

It's time to go. He doesn't think he'll be able to sit through the rest of the dinner in his state of mind. Not to mention willing away that erection? Not going to happen.

Zuko tries to work one-handed and be as discreet as possible with getting himself tucked back as comfortably and as carefully as he can into his pants. He begins to give his excuses and apologies. ]

[ The princess takes the hint when his hand finds her wrist, pulling it away without a fight. She just simply nods her head, smiling at the room full of obnoxious idiots as he adjusts himself. ]

Seems your meal wasn't as good as my dear Zuzu said after all. Hopefully I won't have to hold his hair back all night.

[ Azula lets out a horrid cackle, setting her hands on the table as she rises. It's a little upsetting, however, as she's certain her dear Zuzu will think twice before dragging her to something like this again. She doubts she'll ever have another opportunity to toy with him like this ever again. What a shame.

Her hand ruffles Zuko's dark hair as she stands behind him in his chair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. To their onlookers, it just looks like she's being a little brat. But to him? Oh, he knows exactly what she's doing. ]

Come on now, let's go and I'll take good care of you.

I'm sure you will.

[ The mutter passes on a low tone between them. To everyone else Zuko gives another apology and forces his lips into a smile. Really, he doesn't want them to worry or get the wrong impression from Azula. ]

She doesn't mean that. But I did mean it when I said the meal was delicious.

[ Now that he's got himself all tucked in and settled, he pretends he really isn't feeling well by keeping his body leaned forward. They don't need to see the faint rise at the front of his pants even if the front lapels of his upper robes hang enough to cover that area.

A short bow to his friends and he turns to head out, but not without shooting a murderous look in his sister's direction. ]

[ Tehe. She wants to give him a similar look, but it's impossible. Azula cannot hide the grin on her face as she practically skips down the hall by his side, pushing open the door with a bow. ]

After you, my prince.

[ Teasing, but it'd be impossible for him to not hear the sheer joy in her voice. She hopes he won't yell at her for the teasing, she's only trying to smooth things over before he can get her alone to yell at her for the touching. Something she so desperately wants to do again, having a hard time keeping her hands to herself. The only thing stopping her is knowing that soon they will be alone, and she can get away with a lot more when she's certain no one is looking. Zuko has always been easy to persuade. ]

[ No wonder she always picked on him. Tut.

Zuko doesn't say anything as he brushes past (more like angrily strides past) her to enter his personal bedchambers. He doesn't even wait for her to have the door closed behind her, the firebender rounds on his sister. ]

What you did was wrong, Azula. What were you thinking?!

I was bored, you looked so delicious beside me as I was devouring that wretched meal, and I couldn't control myself.

[ The princess presses her back against the door, holding her hands up so she can wiggle her fingers in his face. ]

It's as if they had a mind of their own.

[ He's too close. It's as if he didn't even learn! Azula reaches down, grabbing his erection through his pants-- but she lets go almost as quickly as she does it. ]

And look at you, still longing for me.

[ Instinctively his body had tried to jerk itself out of her grasp. It doesn't matter that she's let go already, the simple clench of her hand around his clothed cock was enough for it to throb against the confines of his pants. Damn her! ]

Stop it! Where do you get off thinking you can touch me whenever you please?

[ And yet while he's spewing all of that, his body's already missing her touch and taking a step towards her as if seeking it out. ]

Because your mouth is telling me no but your body is telling me yes yes yes?

[ Azula notices how he moves in closer, and she tilts her head back against the door as she tries to keep herself from reaching out again. To tease, that's her goal right now. To please will come later.

She brushes past him and walks backward until the back of her legs find his mattress, sitting upon it so she can free herself from her boots. The princess tosses them away before she crawls onto his bed, glancing over at him for only a moment before she glances down at her wiggling toes. ]

I behaved like you asked me to. I am so sorry that I just could not sate my undying attraction to you, but I knew you were growing as tired as I was of those imbeciles. You felt so good in my hand, Zuzu.

Stop calling me that! How many times do I have to tell you?

[ Zuzu is the last thing he wants to be called as she continues talking the way she does where it involves his cock and her attraction to him.

Zuko turns to look across at her where she sits on his bed. His bed. Spirits help him if he's already thinking of how she'd look laying there atop the dark silken red sheets. His feet begin walking him in that direction, his pulse quickening the closer he gets.

Oh yes, he remembers the feel of her hand around his cock, her fingers teasing at the slit at the head. ]

[ How can she tease when he's practically begging for it? This was a kind of begging she could get used to. He seemed uncertain but needy, and the desire pooling within her wanted to reach out and strip him and ravish him like she should have on that dining table. In front of all of them, to claim what is hers and what will always be hers.

But she behaved, she will always behave, like he asks. Well, sort of behave. That word is defined differently by them both, but at least she'll take his wants into consideration. He has a power over her that no one else does, something she isn't quite certain he's aware of yet. Something she's not sure she wants him to be aware of.

Azula moves backward, sitting in the middle of the bed as she watches him, reaching up to pull her hair from its tight bun. ]

Would you just prefer I left? I know you are quite capable of taking care of yourself, but don't you hands get tired?

[ His knees touch the edge of his mattress and jolt him from his thoughts. He stares at her as she works her hair free, watching how it falls like silk around her shoulders. Instinct drives Zuko to bring up a knee onto the bed, his fingers itching to reach out and touch the dark strands. ]

Who knows what I'll do when you leave. [ It might not even be what she's thinking. ]

But you're not telling me to go.

[ She has won. That grin of hers softens, smiling at him as he's too close. Every part of her aches for him ~~does that mean in actuality he won her game?~~. But she wants him to touch her first in this sick little game of hers, wants him to admit to himself he needs her as much as she needs him. At least in this moment.

Azula fans herself with her hand, batting her eyelashes at him as he draws nearer. ]

Has it just gotten a thousand degrees hotter in here or am I imagining things?

Not yet anyway.

[ That damned grin.

Closer and closer he gets, unable to believe himself as his arm extends to brush callused fingers along the line of her jaw. Her hair is like cool silk against the backs of them. ]

You're in a room with another firebender. What does that tell you?

[ Oh, Zuko. Her eyes are half-lidded as she leans into his touch, too soft and innocent for her liking. She tilts her head just right to catch his index finger between her teeth, swiping the tip of it with her tongue and sucking on it lightly before she releases it. ]

That perhaps you're hotter for me than I initially thought.

[ Now that they're alone and not stuck in a room with their friends surrounding the table, he's free to groan out loud. His eyes grow hooded as they focus on her mouth. ]

Maybe.

[ Yeah, no. He's not going to just openly admit to anything.

Zuko slides the hand at her jaw forward, pushing his fingers through her hair to fist at the back of her head. He uses his hold to pull her up, head lowering. But he stops just before their lips could meet, his breathing shallow and quick against her mouth. ]

... maybe.

[ Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me. Her words echo in her head, wanting to give in and force herself on him in that precise moment. A maybe is all she needed, a maybe is more than a no and she knows, she knows she can have him screaming his desire for her in minutes.

Azula's hands curl into fists at her sides, clenching tightly at the satin bedsheets as she hovers there, waiting for those lips to be on hers. She doesn't want to command him, she doesn't want to threaten him to do it, but it's agony the longer he waits.

Her tongue flicks over his upper lip and she practically melts, instantly relaxing in his grip as if she was some sort of fictional villainness and she just found her only weakness. ]

I'm yours if you want me. [ It wouldn't be like her to not tease, even if her body is trying to tell her to stop, to give in to him and succumb. Her eyes close, lips parting slightly as she reaches her foot out to brush her naked toes against that erection-- she hadn't forgotten about it. ] Let me take care of you.

[ Just this once, it can't hurt, right?

The hot touch of her tongue against his upper lip, as fleeting as it was, coaxed out a quiet moan from him. ]

I want you... [ And more. Those three words were a husky whisper as Zuko tilted his face to close the gap, his hold tugging her closer so he could deepen the embrace upon their lips coming together.

Both hands held fistfuls of dark strands while his hips rocked forward into the subtle movement and pressure against his clothed erection. ]

[ The princess gasps against his mouth, skin turning to gooseflesh as her hands release the sheets to grab onto his shirt instead. She pushes into the kiss, greedy, wanting to devour every inch of him already. Impatience was taking its toll.

Azula's hands slip up to rest on his shoulders and then she's flipping him over onto his back, lips back on his as she crawls on top of him. ] I need you. [ She's practically begging for it, hands roaming his torso as she continue to press heated kisses to his mouth, egging him on. ]

[ There's no complaints from him as his back hits the mattress. Even still Zuko's removing one hand from her hair to lean up on an elbow-- he refuses to stay down for long-- pushing forward into the kiss in return, feeling just as greedy, hungry for more. ]

Again-- [ He tells her-- demands-- between kisses, and breaks away from her lips to turn his attention onto the slope of her neck, teeth nipping beneath her jaw. ]

I need you, Zuko. [ Azula moans the words as his lips find her skin, eyes half-lidded as she tilts her head to expose more for his teeth to claim. She loves it when he's demanding, only pushing her arousal further. Her hips rock against his now that she's unable to kiss him, using one hand for support on the mattress as the other pushes up his shirt. Nails rake against his chest before her hand works on undoing his pants. ]

[ Into the grinding pressure his hips rock, his lips still roaming over pale skin to pause and taste where her pulse kicks the most. Zuko pushes himself up so that he's sitting with her in his lap, both hands now finding their place on her body over top of her clothing. He tries to ignore the nails raking the front of his torso but not without a sharp inhale to take the edge off and, while she works on his pants, hiss hands go to work on her top, her waist sash.

Impatient, his fingers curl and grasp the expensive fabric, tugging roughly, insistently. Take it off. ]

Edited 2013-01-09 04:34 (UTC)

[ Too easy. His pants are undone and all she has to do is flip him over or lift him to get them off, but how is that fun? Now that her part of the work is done, there is many other things to do. ]

Don't rip it. Haven't you ever taken a girl's clothes off before?

[ Like tease him. Their dry humping isn't pleasing her as much as she'd like, so torturing him just a bit more was going to give her that extra kick. And she hasn't even ripped or burned his shirt off yet! Come on, Zuzu, give her a reason! ]

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