A time was had by all

[funandcutememes]

 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!

 

Comments

[experiment01]

( oh I'm absolutely alright with that!! do you mind writing up a starter, please? )

[princeduality]

[there is no one in the world safer than Sae. Chemin's come to this conclusion several times in the span of time he's come to know her, and he doesn't tire of returning to that thought again. to him, something is far more certain the more it can be proven -- safety, especially, because it can be far more fickle and fleeting than the winds he loves.

she reminds him of the wind in ways (or maybe it is her birdlike mannerisms at times?), and that's a comfort, too. it's drawn out a willingness to accept the touch of a hand, or the cozying-up of her body at his side, her head on his shoulder...more and more, he finds he anticipates such things when they are together, because while he is content without those touches, he finds them to be little reminders that she, too, is certain of his good company. between them, there is more to dialogue than what little is spoken aloud, and they find their truths and certainties in their own, ambling way.

as they lay in a hammock outside, the midsummer evening still warm from a stifling-hot day, Chemin's already adjusted himself to accommodate her shape in whatever way she wishes to configure. two string beans tangling up to lounge and gently sway, content in their silent company as nature's night sounds fill their ears.

the next time she fidgets, he lifts his arm, slowly settling it back around her waist. he can be too ginger at times, inadvertently tickling her with his thin, long fingers, which can often make him recoil...only to start the whole thing over again when he dare settle his hand again. this time bears only a couple repeats before he muffles a soft, apologetic sound against her hair.]

[experiment01]

[Sae knew that meeting Chemin was fate; of that she was absolutely certain about. She was able to meet someone new, someone that she considered a very close friend. Even though he was initially apprehensive of her love for skinship, it brought her great joy to know that he was getting comfortable with her nowadays to let her act upon it more.] Hmm..

[She stretches out for a moment, trying her best not to jostle too much against Chemin. She lets out a chuff in response to his noise, tiny black wings unfolding from their folded position on her back. She lets out a low chirrup in pleasure as she stretches out the sore muscles, watching with sleepy eyes as one wing droops over the hammock. The other curves to spread over Chemin like a blanket.]

Uuuu.. hot.. [She wrinkles her nose as she grumbled this, her wings eventually shifting to fold neat and proper against her back. For this hot summer day, she wore what was essentially a custom made tubetop with the slits in the back meant for her wings. She wore shorts to go along with it, knocking her bare legs against his own from her sprawled out position on top of him.]

[princeduality]

[an ear quirks as he hears her uncomfortable mumblings, eyes fluttering open to watch her fidget. he remains still as he can, a soft, curious frown on his face as he searches to see where it is he can help.

some of her hair sticks against her neck and shoulders -- long locks lost for direction, left to fall every whichway. when she's more or less gone still, he moves his other arm free from under her, so both of them can reach up and proceed to delicately gather her hair, to glide his fingers up her neck to catch strays and smooth them up along with the rest and give her neck exposure to the cool air.

carefully, methodically, he winds her hair into something of a bun -- kind of a goofy look, given she's already got those pigtails -- tucking the ends under it. after which he runs his fingers back down her neck.

he makes a faint, questioning sound, his eyes flicking down to try and see what he can of her face. better?]

[experiment01]

[She sighs in relief when her pigtails were curled up and out of the way, the cold air soothing the back of her neck. One hand reaches to wipe the moisture there, fingers rubbing over the 01 brand on her skin. The scar had faded over time but it was still clearly visible. Normally having her hair up would be something that bothered her but she trusted Chemin, trusted that he wouldn't judge her for the brand and the faint scars that littered her body.

She lifts herself up slightly, peering up at his face with a smile on her face. She leans over to press a kiss of gratitude on his cheek, wings rustling against her back. Sae wiggles in the hammock, giggling as they begin to sway a bit from her rocking. Her hands gently run through his messy locks, fingers gently outlining the curve of his pointed ears softly. This was nice, she thinks, as she absentmindedly makes a tiny braid with some of his hair.

Being able to so freely touch him as she wanted was a wonderful feeling. It got rid of the ever-present anxiety that festered inside of her. It felt good to know Chemin would always be there when she needed him.]

Chemin- night.. Inside? [She furrows her eyebrows as she says this, peering up at the sky. The sun was already starting to set now, darkening the evening sky quickly. She motions to the cabin house the two were occupying nearby, tilting her head inquisitively. Sae didn't like being outside when it got dark- the nighttime spooked her a lot more than she wanted to admit. Carefully so as to not hurt her companion beneath her, she quickly pulls herself out of the hammock, smoothing down her shirt as she wobbles on bare feet.]

[princeduality]

[he's come a long way with touch, thanks to Sae. he still finds he can't wholly crave it, but he can find contentment in his heart to watch the way she finds such happiness in a little kiss, in a snuggle or a hug. and it's that -- bearing witness to her pure and honest happiness -- that he craves, more than anything.

his eyes still flutter when her hands fiddle with his hair, and his ear will always, always wiggle a bit when she touches it. but these things no longer breathe anxious ants to life along his skin, because as said before: she's the safest person. his safest person.

night. inside? his head tilts just slightly with question as she speaks, his eyes flitting skyward. while he has little fear of empty evenings out in the open, he's learned Sae is different, so it's no surprise when she wiggles and climbs out of the hammock, setting it to a last few swings with him in it before he, too, sits up, and slowly slides out and onto his feet.

all the equalization it had brought is gone: he's so tall, and she so tiny. but his hand can still reach her, already learned to do so before she asks, and he obediently pads along on the short walk back to the cabin.

inside was getting gloomy, too, but the walls made it safer for her, even if he found them stifling in ways. he gently nuzzles the side of her head, a reassuring gesture, before his fingers fall slack to set her free to make the cabin as lit or dim as it pleased her.

as was said before: he liked to watch her in her contentment, wanted to facilitate that as much as he could.

still. he felt compelled to work a little harder than simply stand there, let her do as she wishes. his eyes fall on his fingers as he idly lifts his now-free hand, reflecting on the happy, even joyful ways she moved and sounded when she was free to hold and touch him. how any small, careful gesture in turn elicited as much.

he wanted to touch her for that, he realizes.]

[experiment01]

[A content chirp spills from her lips when they finally make it into the safety of the nicely lit cabin house and away from the darkening sky. Her wings happily flap and flutter with her seemingly never-ending, energetic movements, bare feet wiggling against the soft carpeted floor.

She returns her attention back to Chemin, head tilted to the side. She furrows her eyebrows questioningly at him, wings perking up. It was kind of curious how expressive she was in about just everything she did, right down to those tiny flightless wings of hers.

are you okay? even though she doesn't speak it, it's easily shown on her face and the way she coos at him. Sae makes her way to his side, clinging to his arm with a huff.]

Good? [Her nose wrinkles as she says this, wondering what was making him so thoughtful. It wasn't hard for Sae to figure out he had a lot on his mind. Normally she minded her own business- she was not one to poke or prod other people; although today, it felt sort of warranted in a way. Chemin was her friend, it was right of her to feel concerned, right? She tugs him along with her, guiding him to the furniture which she flops on, patting the space next to her, offering him to sit down if he wanted.]

[princeduality]

[as before, Chemin is led with no quarrel along where she pleases, and he sits down at her side. his eyes have not left her throughout, and even now, they search her: the curious tinge of her expression, the shadows made around her clavicle, her arms, her hands and thighs...

before he can get too lost in his own wandering and wondering, Chemin lifts his eyes back to her face. he swallows, drawing up a breath in anticipation for pushing words out, holding that for a moment while he thinks of them. it's always hard to know the right way to say this or that, but Sae seems to connect the dots more often than not.]

If...if I touch. [the voice is small, slow, and careful; he pulls words out as if he were having to lift them as plants from a garden. in truth, he doesn't want to succumb to stuttering and stumbling his way through syllables as he is apt to.] Will you...be hap-happy? [his eyes wince a little at that last stumbled beat.]