The Just Do It Meme (or the Shameless Smut Meme)

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the JUST DO IT meme

(or the SHAMELESS SMUT meme)
The room you wake in is unfamiliar. The decor is red and gaudy, the pillows and other features of the room ♥heart-shaped♥. The bed is, thankfully, comfortable.
And there's someone in the bed with you. Are they male, female, or otherwise? A total stranger, or an old lover? Older than you, or younger than you? Well, no matter who they are, even if you would never dream of it otherwise, you're suddenly filled with an urge to have sex with them. Right here, right now. And so are they, so that should work out just fine.

Let's be real. Sometimes, you just want to play smut. Good old Porn Without Plot has a certain appeal, right? Other times, you just want to throw two characters together, but you're worried about how they would actually get to the deed or if they would even do it. Well, this meme takes out all the hassle. Let's indulge in some shameless smut.

HOW IT GOES DOWN:
- Comment with your characters, putting any preferences you have somewhere in the comment.
- Others will respond.
- Your characters, no matter what they would usually do or if they even know each other, will have the burning desire to screw the other's brains out.
- There is no thirteenth floor. There is no Miss Zarves. There is no RNG.
- Have fun.

Comments

[bottlefairy]

The theory went that Joy should have had some pain in her scars, but the magic infecting them, the magic from a werewolf's bite, had just killed the nerves and made her numb. That was probably preferable to pain, in truth, and it was an advantage in a fight. She could feel a touch if it was firm enough to shift her body mass a little, but for the most part, she wouldn't even be aware of a hand until it met undamaged skin.

She made a little noise at the fingers in her hair and let herself be pulled down, her kiss hard and aggressive and as much biting as lips. She shifted her hips around, trying to line things up and gasping as she sank down on him, almost unexpectedly. She sat up then, planting her hands on his stomach for balance as she started to move, fast and hard and eager.

[dray]

Groaning approval at her kiss, gripping her more tightly as she did so, Sam allowed his eyes to close for a moment as he indulged in the shocks of pleasure that her shifting hips were causing. When she slipped down over his cock, however, he gasped. "Good," he echoed his earlier statement, but had no time to elaborate. Holding on to her, the man rocked his hips to accommodate her pace, surprised at the speed and voracity with which she'd started. His experience with sex had always been one of slow caution; he had gotten it into his head that most people had to be careful about how much they could take or how fast they could do so before the experience switched from pleasure to uncomfortable pain... but being pounced like this, Sam found himself losing any sense of coherent thought very quickly and lost the worried edge that had spiked forward in his consciousness.

At least they were doing what they'd felt the burning desire to begin since they'd woken up here, and he wasn't currently being preoccupied with his lot in life. Without the guilt... or at least, without quite so much guilt as he was used to, this was probably the best fuck he'd had in a long time. He was watching her through slitted eyes, trying to find the best rhythm to accommodate her. There was a part of him that wanted to press her, demand more, or harder... but he wasn't ready to, yet. Instead he growled encouragement, fingers tightening over her thighs as she moved over him.

[bottlefairy]

Joy had plenty more and harder to give, but at the moment, this fucking attraction she'd felt since first spotting him was driving her so that all that mattered was to get off, whether that involved his participation or not. Her usual lover took a lot of pride in getting her off, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to take care of herself, too.

[dray]

That didn't seem to bother Sam: he was fairly easy to please and she was doing a damned fine job of it even so. His own previous partner had always been a meticulous lover, and since she had gotten more out of taking control over him, Sam found this woman's method strangely familiar. He murmured encouragement -- not loudly, given he still felt divided by the fact that he was in a strange situation with a strange woman, but he was also on a simple track towards orgasm, and her using him like this had been striking off pretty much everything that he needed at the moment.

Still, he'd always felt somewhat restrained by the need to go slowly, to be careful, to allow Javon to take the wheel. He felt himself getting closer to his peak as the woman continued to ride him single-mindedly, and the same part of him that had been compelled to reach out to Joy in the first place also wanted to fuck all night. He'd need to do something about that, or very quickly there'd be no coming back. He opened his eyes again, they having drifted shut, shifted a little as he wrapped his arms around the woman, and did his best to roll her onto the mattress using his good leg as a lever. He was flushed and sweating, gazing down on her with a grin of victory if she allowed him to follow through with that little ploy, and a moment later, the grin was accompanied by a deep kiss. He didn't mind if it threw her off or distracted her -- it meant that he had a bit of time to slow things down.

[bottlefairy]

Joy got the idea and cottoned on that it might not be the easiest thing for him, so she helped, using her weight and superior strength to get them over all the way. She liked this better, actually, she'd just been so caught up that she didn't care, and the shifting itself made her shiver. "Fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips up against him to encourage this and laughing breathlessly when he grinned. She made a gutteral noise into his mouth when he kissed her, liking that, and brought her arms up around him, clutching his shoulders and dropping her head back against the pillow when the kiss ended. Her legs were spread and her knees drawn up to give him room between them, not caring if that made her look like a whore, just wanting to fuck and to come. She was starting to get louder, every thrust pushing a noise out of her throat somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

[dray]

The covert help seemed to do the trick, but if Sam had been hoping for this change of pace to allow him to take it easier, he was sorely (or rather, happily?) mistaken. With her legs open like that, voice such an incredible turn on, the man found himself acquiescing to the way her hips bucked and her cunt tightened eagerly around his cock. He felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that she was probably thinking of her husband during all of this... but that didn't stop him from fucking her harder, now that he had some control over the matter.

Sam quickly found himself heading towards climax again, biting back a groan by nipping at her neck. He probably wouldn't have done that, with Javon, but then again, it was rare that he had been able to top the blonde in any case. He bit at Joy's collarbone again simply for the novelty of it, running a tongue across her hot flesh, wanting more. A few minutes later, his panting growing erratic, he gasped, "I'm close --" to forewarn her, or something -- anything, really. He hadn't thought this through, he hadn't worn a condom. At about this point, he'd probably have been made by his old partner to pull out simply for the sake of the mess he'd make, but even without that conditioning, there were probably some other good reasons that he couldn't recall right now where it made sense to back off. Sam moaned again, furrowing his brows and continuing on unless Joy made a move to stop him. He really needed this; his each thrust was tense and frenetic and he wasn't sure that he could stop if he tried.