Call Out Meme: Version S for Smut

[oathshackledbird]

Edit: This Call Out is temporarily closed as I am trying to get over some smut burn out issues. If you have an idea that you really can't get out of your head, please PP me on Plurk or PM me, and we can discuss possibly starting something.


NSFW Warnings for this Meme! It's primarily for holding smut threads. If you would rather do a thread of another kind, please post here!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 S is for Smut
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x ) ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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Femchika & OU Diarmuid at the Seedy Club

[oathshackledbird]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

A-all right...

[It seems like he should be doing more, but even as Diarmuid wonders this, his mind drifts enough that his body tenses, causing him to wince when she presses her fingers back in again.

Okay, just focus...

One of his hands slides from between his legs so that he can support himself better, and then his attention is fully back on relaxing.]

[piratebones]

[She watches him closely, seeing when he tenses and when he's relaxed. And although she's helping him... it is all for her own enjoyment. Her fingers slowly push further and further inside, spreading him a bit.]

Do you want to give it a try?

[oathshackledbird]

[It's hard for him to shift his focus between controlling himself and what he's feeling and talking. That is why it takes him several moments to reply. Even then, his words slow and tone distracted.]

I...don't know...

[His body tenses then, when she pushes in farther than before, a shiver passing over him. For a moment, he's actually afraid he's about to totally lose control even though he's suppose to be waiting.]

I-I don't think I can split my attention yet. I'm sorry...

Femchika & OU Diarmuid, Office Setting (Boss/Employee)

[oathshackledbird]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

[Diarmuid gently takes a hold of her hand and brings it to his lips so that he can kiss the back.]

Completely ready, master.

[piratebones]

[She smiles a bit.]

Charmer.

[Chuckling, she moves to take his hand in hers, pulling it close to kiss it back.]

Trying to get on my good side?

[oathshackledbird]

Am I not already on your good side?

[Diarmuid winks at her.]

I just want to make sure I stay there.

Femchika & OU Cu Chulainn on her boat.

[whydidithavetobecrows]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

[He rolls over as requested--if nothing else to spare his poor hair more mistreatment--but the look he gives her as he settles back against the bed is ever so slightly suspicious.

Cu Chulainn knows her mind and that...is a dangerous question.]

Whatcha thinkin'?

[piratebones]

Not sure yet...

[She moves her hands to grope it and run her fingers over it. Pushing it inside the nice squishy flesh. Moving down to leave a nice hard bite mark.]

Think it's too small~

[whydidithavetobecrows]

[Cu Chulainn growls playfully when she bites him.]

Ya better not be suggestin' my ass is too small. I work hard to get it like that, ya know!

OU Diarmuid & Motochika, Original Smut Thread Continuation

[oathshackledbird]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

N-never...

[Diarmuid grinds his knuckles against the floor, pain giving himself something to focus on besides the pleasure moving through him in waves.]

You'd have no reason to keep me a-around if I gave up that easily. D-do you wish to make any more...adjustments or shall I continue?

[berths]

Continue for now.

[He smirked and looked down at him, humming a bit.]

But put bigger toys in there. It's not fun if it's easy to fit them all.

OU Cu Chulainn & Motochika, Original Smut Thread Continuation

[whydidithavetobecrows]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

[Cu Chulainn peers at it, but when he sees no difference, he frowns.]

Ya know fixin' the damage don't count as improvin' it, right?

[berths]

Just put it on for me, okay? And don't look at the back.

[Because that's where the surprise was. And Motochika wanted to surprise him with it.]

Fem!Diarmuid & Motochika, Pirate Queen

[radiantface]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

'Chika, you aren't bleeding, so we haven't come close to fighting.

[A challenging look enters her eyes.]

I can change that if you want. Otherwise, yes, it might be wise to focus on cleaning me up...

[berths]

Heh! Kind of a monster, aren't you, lover?

[He moved to kiss her, hand moving to slip inside of her pussy and finger her lightly.]

Don't worry. I'll take very good care of you.

Animus AU - Scattered Worlds

[midgarhorizon]

This world was a bust, as far as Reno was concerned. Not enough television, no radio, definitely backward on the transportation services. At least the natives were welcoming, if a bit confused by the presence of some very strange people from another place and time.

Reno was having a hard time adjusting to the place. The sun didn't shine right, the wind didn't smell right, and he often had to suffer allergies or sunburns, but at least he wasn't alone.

Today, he was up on the hill, curled underneath one of the things he dubbed peanut trees (whoever heard of a peanut growing on a tree?) and fletching some arrows. There wasn't really all that much to do other than make a living and trade with the natives, and why not? There were no wars or hatred like they were used to. He was useless.

Frustrated, he squinted at the arrow in his hand, irritation surging with it and its stupid, stubborn shaft and it's stupid, stubborn feathers and finally tossed it into the grass in front of him.

[oathshackledbird]

"Why do you insist on making them when we could easily trade the food we hunt for some? You know we always bring in much more than we need. It would not be hard to ask for a few arrows in exchange when we ask for the other things we require..." There is a soft rustling sound as Diarmuid shifts on the tree branch he's been sitting on and swings to hang upside down by his knees near Reno. The servant laces his fingers behind his head and hangs there comfortably waiting for an answer.

It's obvious that where Reno is having troubles fitting in, Diarmuid is not. He seems extremely comfortable in the clothes of the natives, probably because they are actually closer to the clothes he wore during his first life than his armor ever was. He also feels in an odd way, like he knows this place. It's more old fashioned way of life is familiar to him. It is not where he was suppose to be sent once they fixed the worlds. No one ended up where they were suppose to be...

He shakes his head, pushing away that thought. Perhaps one day they would find a way to get back to where they belonged, but in the meantime they had to find a way to survive here first, and that wasn't going too badly.

If only he could get Reno to relax a little more and stop fighting things so much...

AlterDia in Langverse

[midgarhorizon]

[Work was kind of boring. Useful, and he's used to teaching people by now, but boring. As is most of Muir, even if it's nostalgic and generally a nice place to live.

Reno's walking home from the dojo, wearing his carefully tailored clothes for no real reason other than he felt like it and they make him look good. It's a nice change out of the Tower, really. He expects to get home, cook a half burned dinner and go to bed (alone) tonight, for once. A quiet night. After all the excitement lately, he could use one.

What he doesn't expect is running into familiar faces.]

[boarrowedyourwife]

(OOC: This is what he new uniform cut is like only the colors are still green and black, not white and black.)

[Those golden eyes should not be so alive. That is the first thing that tends to come to mind when people see the large bird of prey tattoo that covers his back. And it's clear to see thanks to the fact that his altered uniform has no back. Of course, the tattoo and uniform change are not the only things that have changed about this familiar face--only the most immediately obvious, since Diarmuid is stretching as he stands from a nearby bench, the muscles in his back making the tattoo shift in ways that really are too alive for mere ink and skin.

The eyes that meet Reno's at first glimpse seem open and friendly, but looking deeper into their red-orange depths reveals something else--a hardness and emptiness that the red head will not find familiar in the slightest--a hardness and emptiness that replaces any warmth that might have once been in his smile.]

Well, what do we have here. It's Papa Fox... You look pretty fine today. Meeting someone special?

Cu, modern AU, actual sex might happen in the bookstore hard to say

[bigcountry]

[It had always been Grit's big dream to eventually ditch the army, ditch any sort of regular job and just do something he's always enjoyed. Books. He's collected quite the amount in his spare time and knows that they won't be the only ones he'll collect. So, why not just move upwards in it and get his very own bookstore.

And that's what he has.

It's a simple place, a large amount of bookshelves, a coffee pot behind the counter, and the owner in the midst of another long good book. But thankfully, there's a large bell on top of the door, which rings loudly and causes him to look up from his book. He hums lightly, slipping the bookmark into it to make sure he didn't lose his place. He notices the black haired man entering and let's out a small chuckle, tipping his hat.]

Howdy. Can I help you find anythin'?

[Always trying to be polite to everyone.]

[whydidithavetobecrows]

[Cu Chulainn doesn't answer right away. Instead, he takes several moments to look around the store. It's hard to tell what he thinks of it from his expression or his voice once he finally answers.]

I heard you're lookin' for someone ta help out here. I'm lookin' for a job. What do ya need in the way of help?

Scattered Worlds AU - and I can't guarantee it won't go smutty

[midgarhorizon]

Reno would defeat this. All his skill and years of training! He will defeat this! At least that's what Reno kept telling himself as he hammered the last stubborn pegs for his surprise into the brand new porch beam that crossed between the posts.

He'd been working for months on this project, and adamantly refused Diarmuid to come see what he was doing back there on the side where the house faced the hill. The view was incredible, that's why he had to make the area off limits... either that, or put up a screen which would be really kinda annoying. But, at least, he had faith that Diarmuid hadn't come to peek, being a man of honor and promises.

Now... if this peg would only angle up right, he could hook the surprise and test it out.

One last BANG! and it seems to have done the job. Whistling in triumph, Reno jumped down from the railing and picked up the chain that would hold his surprise aloft, and pulled. Damn thing was heavy! For a moment, he worried that the wood would break or one of the pegs would snap, but no, up and over the hooks, some slight adjustments, and soon enough the Amazing Round Free Floater Swinging Chair(TM) swung slightly in the late afternoon breeze.

It's an odd looking chair, that's for certain. It almost looked like an oversized throne, the seat made out of a large round disc cut off the top of a very large tree he had traded the villagers for. The back, a similar piece, cut and fitted to the seat and angled so the seat gently sloped back. The arms were well smoothed cylinders specially carved by some of the woodworkers in the village, and had little engravings he knew Diarmuid would like on the outside. But now that it's up, it's time to test it.

Slowly, slowly, he sat down and lifted up his feet, scooting back until he rested against the back. The motion made the swing sway back and forth, and Reno tested the view over the balcony- just perfect. And it seemed, by all miracles, it held together.

Proud of his accomplishment, Reno got up out of the chair and jumped down to the ground, backing up and seeing how it looked. Not bad after five years of grueling tutelage under the harshest taskmaster on this side of the kingdom. Poor Diarmuid.

Now, all he had to do was add the roof to the balcony, and it would be done, but that required Diarmuid's input since Reno didn't know if he wanted to try glass for a sun room or shingles for a regular porch.

He walked around to the side of the house. "Hey, Dee! Come here! I finished it. You can look now."

[oathshackledbird]

"You don't have to shout. I'm right here."

And so Diarmuid is. He's standing just around the corner out of sight, leaning against the wall of the house waiting with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Perhaps it's because they have been together for five years now and he is starting to be able to read Reno better or maybe it's because of the excitement slipping across their bond every so often, but he had a feeling something was going to happen today.

Looks like he was right.

"You're been working on this for months. I can't decide if I should be excited or worried that it's finally done..."

[outlawrain]

[For Moses, a man like Diarmuid was an ideal partner. A man who could hunt, was lean and limber, and knew what to do with a sharp object. You'd think that last part wasn't important, but for Moses it's the most important thing you can give him. He wants an equal. Someone on his level. At least outside of the bedroom.

Inside of the bedroom, the partner best believe that he's in control. And no one else. Sorry. He's the leader and he keeps it that way.

He grins as he enters the bedroom, tugging Diarmuid from behind. Squeezing his hand nice and tight, he pulls them right in and leans up to kiss him on the lips. Moses's room is basically a giant bed and a window with a view of land and sea. With a big red dog sitting in front of the window, wagging it's tail as he sees his master with a lover.

Not an unusual sight.]

Mmm... ya've got the best lips, Dia. Heh, I could kiss 'em all night.

[oathshackledbird]

[Not often do pairs meet who work so well together. As long as Diarmuid can trust the person he is with, he will gladly give up control over himself and their actions. It's a relief because he spends so much of his time controlling so much, his skill, his actions, his emotion.

It's nice to be forced to let go of that control from time to time.

When they enter the room, Diarmuid can't help but laugh softly. However, before he can say exactly what has amused him so, Moses is kissing him.

Ah...it's a nice way to start things off.]

You know, the rest of me is going to get really jealous if you only pay attention to my lips tonight.