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time for a meme! (yoinked from memebells)

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME

Six different possible scenarios with multiple choices or you can just throw it all out the door and come up with your own! Perfect if you're wanting to play but really want a prompt.

How it works:
1. Post as your character with Name | Series | Preference (in case of smut or if you would like to skip that option). You can choose the scene and prompt yourself or leave it for others to decide.
2. Others respond to your prompt or after going to RNG and entering numbers 1-6 for a scene type and then numbers 1-7 for a prompt.
3. Respond and play it out!
4. Play nice though.

TYPE OF SCENE
1. Angst - Angst indicates heavy/depressing topics. Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
2. Fluff - Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
3. Sex - first times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related ideas.
4. Action - gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
5. Crack - genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes!
6. Your choice! - think of your own scenario or choose one of the above, make a combo even!

ANGST
1. Injury/illness - character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
2. Last moments - character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
3. Depression - character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
4. Betrayed - character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
5. Tortured - character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
6. Jealousy - character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
7. Breakup! - This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.

FLUFF
1. Cuddling - for whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
2. Pillow talk - after the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
3. Celebration - anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
4. Love Confession - someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
5. Appreciation - you feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
6. Apologies - you made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
7. Get Back Together - Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.

SEX
1. First Time - it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
2. Bondage - You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
3. Rough/Aggressive - characters want it rough.
4. Romantic - Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
5. Dubcon - Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
6. In public - Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
7. Roleplay - Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!

ACTION
1. Zombies - it's the zombie apocalypse! Lock and load.
2. Bar Brawl - you had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
3. Chase - you're caught in a high speed chase!
4. Gun Fight - you're caught in a big shoot out!
5. Fight with a Friend - you're fighting with a friend, all out.
6. Interrogation - you're being interrogated for some offense you've done!
7. Aliens! - Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down.

CRACK
1. Genderswap - uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite gender!
2. Forced confessions - no matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
3. Mind-reading - you've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
4. Animal Features - you're suddenly part animal!
5. Awkward Pickup Lines - you're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
6. Back In School/Graduated - you're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
7. Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! - You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! What do you do now?

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She lightly inhaled as his arm tightened around her again, with more force than what she was used to from him... She liked it. He had never really done something like that, so... she couldn't help but wonder how far she would have to push him. Might as well find out.

She started kissing the area behind his ear with more passion, just seemingly out of the blue. Her other hand massaged the other side of his neck, sometime lightly brushing against his ear. Her hips however, pushed a little closer against him once, twice...

From the sounds he was making, she could tell he was enjoying it.

Six's breath hitched as her hips pushed against him and she continued her work on his ear. Not to mention that thing she was doing with his neck...

His muscles contracted and relaxed with each sensation. His heart was pounding and his blood was racing. As self-controlled as he was, he was still a man. A man who was getting all the signals from his lady that she wanted him. The sea of raging hormones was making it difficult to think straight.

His free hand wrapped around her back to clutch at her shoulder, fingers squeezing the flesh there on instinct. He buried his nose into her hair, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her shampoo and that lovely odor that was distinctly hers.

It took him a minute to relax his grip on her shoulder. He was going to hurt her. He needed to calm down...even if she was driving him insane with her attentions.

"Holiday..." he mumbled, breath blowing lightly against her neck.

His grip relaxing displeased her, but everything else, his breathing, his voice, her [i]name[/i], that was nice. It didn't seem like he was too terribly far from the edge, but he was also pretty stubborn in every sense of the word.

So, she stepped her efforts a little. Besides, he was getting all the attention, anyway. She needed [i]something[/i], too.

Slowly, very slowly, she pressed a little closer, chest to chest against him. Her hips were already pretty close. She was doing everything short than sitting on his belt buckle. But her hips still continued to move closer again and again, leaving hardly any room for anything else.

"I won't bite," she told him, voice full of passion and husky in her throat. Carefully, she started sucking on that spot she had been nibbling on, still lightly biting every now and then. Her other hand moved smoothly and slowly down to the base of his neck and collar.

"You don't," he stated, voice strained. However, it was no less husky than hers. Perhaps in some way, it was more so. "I do."

It was taking everything he had not to scoop her up and toss her down on the bed right there. Some primal part of him wanted to show her what they were both capable of.

It was hard to hear that chiding chant of "Gentle, gentle".

Her hand moved to his shirt, loosening the tie and undoing some buttons, so she could have proper access to that sculpted chest she loved so much.

Her lips broke away from his neck, to lightly play with his ear again.

"Do you... want me to stop?" It was basically rhetorically asked, breathing hard against his ear. It didn't really matter what his answer was, though. She was likely not to stop pushing him until he finally tumbled over.

Her fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt, the tips lightly brushing against the top of his stomach.

((OOC: To be honest, I barely remember writing that post. @.@))

He actually growled this time at her question. She wasn't going to stop here after pushing all his buttons the way she had.

What had he been trying to do again? Suddenly, he had no idea. The hormone rush was a wall between logical reasoning and that carnal instinct. And the side that was in the forefront of his mind was the latter one.

Without warning, he shoved her coat off and roughly slid her undershirt down one shoulder, exposing the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. He turned his head and proved to her that he really did bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but still hard.

His rough hands speedily went to work, scraping against her smooth skin. He pulled his head back just long enough to get her shirt off before returning his mouth's attention to her skin, teeth raking against her neck in a sort of echo of a predator.

((May not be on tonight, though. For obvious reasons.))

Wow, he wasn't kidding. Though, she'd be lying if she said that it didn't feel incredible, even if it hurt slightly. Once the shirt was off, she practically gave her neck to him, little moans escaping her throat at every rush. She loved it. He was always so in control of himself and everything around him. For once, he had finally lost control... She planned to keep it that way.

She pushed her hips against him again, harder that time, while her hand moved up his chest, to his neck, and back down again. Her other hand had finished getting rid of the tie and unbuttoning his shirt, so it could slip in and around to his ribs, counting them down with little scratches, hands ever getting lower.

She shuddered against his lips and teeth, only able to breathe hotly against his neck, a few deep sounds escaping her throat.

His answer to her earlier question was quite clear.

His grip vacillated between hard and borderline rib-crushing. He took the opening she provided and continued nipping at her exposed neck.

One hand reached up and popped the clasp on her bra. She was going to need a new one when this was all over with, and he would probably feel a twinge of regret later for breaking something of hers, but right now he wanted the damn thing off. He wanted more of her smooth flesh, and the piece of clothing was blocking it.

He worried away at trying to get it the rest of the way off without making her stop her touches. He'd probably have to rip it further. And right now, he really didn't care if he did do so. The noises she was making almost seemed to encourage him to.

Oh, he was getting desperate. Now that felt good.

His grip was so tight, she was pressed against him in every space. She rocked her hips against him, driving further on, her breathing only picking up faster.

Though, to either piss him off or just get him riled further or both, her hands quickly slowed their descent. Fingertips of one hand grazed against his abs and chest, the other against the top of his belt buckle.

She was highly aware how far out of his right mind he was right now, but that didn't stop the ghost of a smile through her lips every time he bit down exceptionally hard. Now it was his move and she couldn't wait.

Sitting down like this wasn't helping things at all. It was getting difficult to do anything about the way she was rocking against him. Borderline impossible really.

He bucked her slightly with his knee, just enough to get a hand underneath her and pick her up. He then dumped her unceremoniously onto his bed, pouncing on top of her to pin her down. There. Much better.

He finally got her bra the rest of the way off, tossing it carelessly to one side. He nipped at her belly, pressing his lower body against hers, the only parts of them still clothed. If she'd still been doubtful about how aroused he was, she could most likely feel it now.

Oh, he was getting very desperate.

She couldn't help the little squeak escape her throat at his nipping. The little smile came back again, as she rocked her hips against him again. Any doubt that she wasn't doing this right was officially gone.

A hand moved to his broad back, relishing the feel of his muscles moving against her. She clawed at his back, probably leaving four, very nice marks. Her other hand was on the back of his neck, massaging and pressing and clawing as she saw fit.

That was all the encouragement he needed to slam his hips into hers. The idea to finish stripping completely flew out of his mind. Now, now, now. He wanted her now.

His mouth lunged for her shoulder again, teeth digging into her flesh hungrily. This time he tasted copper, but it only prompted him to bite as hard as he could, still thrusting against her like a wild animal. The feel of her nails digging into his skin only made him want more.

A moan escaped her chest as her breath caught when he bit down again. She arched beneath him, as the hand on his back flew closer to his shoulder blades, griping tightly, nails digging again.

She had managed to tightly wind one leg around him. Clothes were seriously starting to get annoying and he seemed to be all but ignoring them right now. Her free hand quickly moved down his ribs to his pants, getting rid of the belt and working on that damn button. She highly doubted that the skirt would be much of a problem. Besides, she didn't even know where the bra went.

She couldn't help the deep gasps for air turning into shudders and moans. Actually, she found that she was quickly losing herself in it all, too.

He rammed against her again and again, growling throatily and biting. The hand she had working at his pants only served to make him more excited. He increased his speed.

She didn't manage to get his pants off in time. His teeth dug into her shoulder as his entire body tensed and then released. His body sagged, spent.

He didn't quite stop though. As tired, sticky, and warm as he now was, he didn't let up on the rhythm of thrusting against her. It simply started to slow down as the waves of exhausted bliss started washing over him. He wanted that fever-pitch rhythm of theirs back, but he lacked the energy to renew it.

She could kill him. She could seriously kill him. If she could find her bra, she would strangle him with it. Though, she could blame herself, she did keep pushing him... And it wasn't like the journey was particularly boring.

The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try.

She finished with the pants, little too late, but it hardly stopped her hand from slipping in there, massaging and clawing like his neck earlier. The other hand stayed on his back, continuously moving to new places to dig in her nails... Since she was ticked, she may have been looking for more sensitive areas, the spine, his ribs.

Her hips never stopped moving, now she just went faster and harder against him, labored breath coming from her lips, and leg wrapping a little tighter. He had to come back and if he didn't, she'd do it for him. After all that, she needed it.

The rough attention she was giving him helped bring him around. Not yet. He wasn't done yet.

He rocked against her, each time getting a little harder and a little faster. He groaned as the hand she'd slipped into his pants worked its magic. His breathing increased as the hormones kicked back into overdrive.

He balanced himself with one hand, reaching beneath her skirt to grab at that sensitive point between her legs. He pressed his fingers hard against it, starting to squeeze and release it by turns.

He nipped at her breast, teeth teasing the nipple.

Good God, where did he come up with that idea? This was new and wildly unexpected.

Her other leg moved around him, too, tightening around him like the rest of her muscles. The hand on his back stopped moving, but the nails dug in, feeling a liquid warmth beneath her nails. It quickly moved up to the back of his neck, doing the same and begging for more.

His rough hand caused her hips to arch and beat against his, her breathing becoming pants and whimpers. She needed him. Right now. If he didn't know that yet, she was about to let him know.

The pulsating of those fingers increased as he continued giving her everything he could. He was going to be completely worn out by the end of this, but he wasn't about to let her get away with driving him nuts until he'd reciprocated.

He kept up with her hips, growling as he nibbled at her breast before working his way via small nips to her other one. His teeth tugged at this nipple as well. His free hand was all that was keeping him from simply collapsing atop her as he continued to rock with her, throwing everything he had into each thrust.

Her whole body shuddered against him, as she let out a deep gasp. Her hand on his neck dug deeper, probably purposely trying to hurt him now. The hand she had between them moved harder and faster, clawing and scratching against him.

Her back arched on it's own accord when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with that hand. Her panting was becoming labored against him, moving her shoulders as his mouth worked across her. She gasped again, the intake of air shuddering in her throat. "Six."

She wouldn't hold on much longer until she officially lost her mind and stopped trying to hurt him and actually do something about this.

At her reaction to his hand's attentions, he pulsed his fingers against that spot again and again. He squeezed her hips with his thighs as he continued rocking against her.

She wasn't far now if his instincts were reading her reactions correctly. He gave an extra-hard bite to her breast before sucking on the wound. There came a rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat of pure pleasure.

He slacked off for a moment, starting to pull away before suddenly ramming his fingers into that spot as his entire body thrust against her.

Her head fell back at that new surprise, a gasp escaping her throat, before she bit her bottom lip to try to stop the sounds she knew were coming. It wasn't exactly what she was wanting, but it was enough to make her body tense beneath him and that logical side of her brain to disappear.

The hand against his neck dug harder until it curled into a fist, when her hips stopped rocking and started thrusting against him. The other hand continued it's task, moving faster against him, though her nails continued to dig on their own.

Every muscle was pulled tense within her, breathing becoming sharp and labored. The hand against his neck pushed him against her, needing and begging for more, more. After another shudder through her body, she stopped biting her lip, letting out another gasp.

When she gasped, he attacked her mouth, his teeth slamming into hers and practically forcing his tongue down her throat.

He wanted to do more. The way she was grinding against him made him want to show her everything he was capable of. She'd feel so good, too. He wondered if she was soft on the inside, too. Wanted to explore it and find out.

But every time he started thinking that, an annoying echo of "No no no!" came to the forefront of his hormone-addled mind. So to make it shut up, he kept dismissing the idea.

He teased at that spot, using his fingers to lightly brush against it and then wiggle around as if he were going to use his fingers to invade it. Then he'd slam them into that spot as hard as possible. All while he slammed his body against hers in a fever-pitch rhythm.

Air. Air was only a minor thing right now. Her nose flared, as she hungrily wrapped her tongue with his, biting down whenever the chance presented itself. Deep moans continued to escape her chest, slowly becoming immersed with pleasure.

Her hands moved in a rough frenzy, the one on his neck moving quickly, creating little scars on his back, neck, and shoulder blades. Her other hand simply clawed for him, too far gone to notice anything she was doing. Her hips only pushed harder, moving faster. His hand was only causing more distress, as she endlessly begged for more from him.

She wasn't far at all, the endless chant of "deeper, faster" speeding through her mind. Each thrust and each touch and each push only forced another deeper and sharper gasp from her.

Instinct rather than any sort of rational observation let him know that Holiday was getting close.

He suddenly jerked his head back and went for her still-unmarred shoulder, clamping his teeth down as he surged forward with all the energy he had left. His fingers curled into that sensitive area, shoving their way partially inside. His body slammed against hers as his free hand struggled to keep him from crushing her completely.

That bite surprised her, as she screamed out, but somehow, she couldn't seem to calm it away. His rough fingers pushed in, his body slammed against her harder. Something told her that he was lost again and the thought just spurred her forward, breathing pitched, moving faster, lost in the feeling.

Her muscles locked, her nails drilled deeper, and she screamed louder. She bucked against him, body continuously shuddering, her release coming harder than what she had expected.

The scream died as she took in deep gulps air, still rocking her hips against his. Her breathing became pants and then moans, body spent, but still deeply lost in the pleasure.

time for a meme! (yoinked from memebells)

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I have no idea why my tired brain thought the previous icon was appropriate.

You didn't have to stay up on so late XD It's all good.

But I wanted to keep you company! D: And okay.

I know! And I do thank you for your efforts XD

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