Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

General Rules

• Personal attacks and any kind of abusive trolling, hate speech, or bullying are obviously forbidden. Anon comments violating this rule will be deleted, signed in members will be banned.
• If your comment is deleted/screened/frozen and you don't know why, please email the mod at  hhanonmeme@gmail.com. (If you notice it happening to your comments and you know they're safe, a quick email for the mod to come and unscreen them would be helpful also).
• Prompt posts will close to new prompts at 3,000 comments.

Prompting Rules

• One prompt per comment. 
• Please follow the correct format (see below).
• Include trigger warnings in the subject line. Use your discretion and please be considerate.
• If your prompt is missing something, such as a subject or a warning, repost it in it’s entirety. It is not enough to reply to your own comment with the missing information. The mod will delete the previous duplicate comment.
• Multiple fills of the same prompt by different author!anons are allowed.
• If for any reason you start a fill but feel you can't finish the WIP you've created, and if you're happy to let someone finish it for you, put it up for HH Meme Fostering and Adoption.
• Prompts for projects other than Horrible Histories (ie. Spy, Gavin and Stacy, Rev, St. Trinian's, the O2 adverts etc., and RPF involving actors from those projects should be posted at the What? They've acted in other things?! post.

Format of Prompts

• Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. 
• For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], HH Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" 
• Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other."
• Put [GEN] before GEN prompts, just so you don't get unwanted shipping.
• Use appropriate warnings. I'm trusting you all to know what that means.
• Don't embed any photos, videos or other media.
• Copy and paste links in full; anon comments with active coded links are marked as spam  and the mod doesn't switch accounts often enough - it may be a few days before those  screened comments are de-screened (see: emailing the mod a heads up if it happens).

Archiving Prompts and Fills

• To make the archiving job easier, please drop a link to your fill/unprompted fic here at the fills post.
• Nothing here you fancy filling? Take a look at the unfilled prompts archived here or at Round 1 or Round 2.

That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

Re: UNPROMPTED: Sofa Sex Smike, NC-17 (2/3)

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

He groaned something against her neck, teeth grazing lightly against her skin, but she couldn't make out words and supposed she probably wasn't meant to. They hardly needed them anyway, so she moaned at the sensation as an answer, and arched to give Mike more access. Her breath was coming in shorter pants as Mike traced kisses along the edge of the scoop of the neck of her dress, slipping his hands down to her thighs. As he reached the skin over her heart with his lips, he pushed the hem of her dress up, past her hips and let the slight stretch of the zip-less tunic do its work; Sam lifted her arms and Mike threw it behind him, grinning up at her. He smoothed his palms over her waist, around and up her back, watching her eyelids flutter and feeling the delicate arch of her back and the flex of her hips against his.

Sam felt the contrast to their frantic tumble last night and grinned; Mike was showing some hidden depths of late, and with every new little thing she discovered she only loved him more. He raised an eyebrow, a smug little smile on his face as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and cupped one of her breasts as he reached around to unhook her bra.

The slow burn of his touches had her remarkably worked up and the first contact of his tongue (with a flash of teeth, just how she liked it) against her left nipple had her whimpering and grinding her hips down against his. Even through the denim she could feel his erection and she was really done with slow.

She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the sofa, putting her own weight forward on her knees to create some space for Mike to lift his hips. He looked at her questioningly until she reached between them and opened the button on his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down and encouraging him to lift up so she could slide the denim off his hips.

He'd taken to going without boxers beneath his jeans of late; she was always thankful at moments such as these.

She took him in hand - her turn to watch as his head tipped back against the back of the sofa and he swallowed thickly, throat bobbing and looking positively bitable - and moved her hips back down, years of practice and her months of intimate knowledge of Mike's body allowing her to easily position her hips and control the slow slide of him inside her. She couldn't help the deep sigh as she settled herself (the tight fill of him inside her always welcome) and she placed her hands on his shoulders to get her balance. Mike's warm hands settled on her waist, their sharp and uneven breaths meeting as they kissed again, their tongues a lazy slide against one another. With a squeeze of her hands the only warning, she began to lift her hips, Mike guiding her movements with a moan of approval.

She laughed breathily as he guided her hips forcefully down again, encouraging her to fuck herself on him as she liked. She obliged, dragging her fingernails across the backs of his shoulderblades as she all but lifted her body off his cock and slammed back down again, and again, and again. It was hell on her thighs - the sofa cushions were not designed with sex-support in mind - but the worshipful look on Mike's face, which warred delightfully with the aggressive and lusty glare, was enough to make her put it out of her mind. She'd deal with the inevitable aches tomorrow, and have the added bonus of thinking about this moment while she clenched the tired muscles gingerly under her desk.

Re: UNPROMPTED: Sofa Sex Smike, NC-17 (3/3)

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

Mike was moving one hand; her head was tipped back, her breasts pushed forward as her spine arched and she could feel his fingertips trail a path from her hip to her belly and down to tease that tight, pulsing bundle of nerves above where they were joined and fucking so deliciously. He was stroking her clit every time her hips flattened out against his and he was clearly determined to make her come first. If they were in bed, she would have made a challenge of it but she was desperate to finish this round, had been working towards it all day and he wasn't worth fighting.

The tidal wave of her orgasm was threatening on the horizon, and he had her so close. She clenched her hands, her nails digging little crescent moons into his shoulders which she couldn't wait to kiss later in apology, and Mike's hips were rising to meet hers. He was close, just as she was and she wasn't conventionally a screamer but she was suddenly aware of her high, panting cries, a litany of his name and please, a mirror to his, "Oh, god, Sam." She came with no cry at all, her breath caught in her throat and she thought for a moment she might burst with it, her legs locking tight around Mike and his warm hands holding her down as he came after her, her name a low groan on his lips.

She desperately tried to catch her breath, little aftershocks and the sensitive chill of the evening air against her bare skin making her shudder. Mike leaned up to kiss her again, another lazy motion of mouths like the first, as she pressed against his chest. He gently stroked his hand up and down her spine, a calming movement as their gasps finally ebbed into deep, synchronised breaths.

"Mmm," Sam hummed happily. The day's wait had been more than worth it, and she knew from experience that they could get another round in later with some generous foreplay. Whatever (or more likely a Viking-inspired whomever) had inspired Mike into a manly frenzy last night, she'd have to find a way to thank them. "Bedroom or shower?"

Mike pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone and chuckled. "Why not both?"