The Mid-Fuck Meme

[meme_maid]

MIDFUCK MEME

♋Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of it.
♋ Want to add some direction and maybe a little kink? Take a spin on the Random Number Generator to give yourself a location. (Change the max from 100 to "10").
♋ Have fun threading out hot sex. Maybe they'll want another go, afterward.~
 

1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~

2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.

3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.

4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.

5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?

6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.

7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.

8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.

9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
Aprivate place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.

10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy

Comments

rolled a 3; how do you feel about road head?

[packdaddy]

 

[licks]

[All the anger that she assumes is just boiling under the surface had been the easiest way to force him into a corner and then her usual intensity had pushed him almost too far. Of course, that would be when she kissed him. Not that everything is forgiven, not by a long shot, but it is a definite green light to something closer to what they both could deal with.

Her hands had clawed at his torso, pulling him against her lithe frame as her mouth claimed some small victory over his. Then she actually had a moment of sympathy, a moment of nostalgia even. Plus, she doesn't want to mix business and pleasure. Her hand snakes down his arm, locking her fingers into his as she pulls away from him completely - save for where her hand is clinging to his.

She invites him away from there, away from the place where she'd ruined his life - his family, though definitely not with those words. Instead, she entices him with fonder memories and it's a matter of minutes before they're on the road toward a run down motel.

Not that she wants to wait for the motel. Which is why her hands had expertly unfastened his pants and why her mouth is teasing over him with heated breath as her fingers slide along his length.

Kate is definitely more trouble than she's probably worth.]

[packdaddy]

[ Even the fondest memories are tinged with bitterness retrospect. He has to try to convince himself that he's planning to kill her in order to justify leaving with her, but somewhere deep down, he's sure that's not what's going to happen here. The surges of anger and hurt she wrings out of him are regularly tempered with lust and longing and... loneliness, which hits him like a sledgehammer to the chest. He misses her desperately.

Maybe more than that, he misses someone — an arm around him, a hand over his hair, a kiss on the cheek, a smile — anyone. That's why he's here, that's why he's letting her do this.

And he is (he must be) letting her do this. She isn't manipulating him, not this time. He won't be led blindly into this. No, he knows what he's doing, and he knows what she's doing, and right now, what she's doing is precariously close to putting his Camaro in a ditch.

He takes a hand off the wheel and grabs the back of her neck with every noble intention of hauling her upright and shoving her onto her side of the car, but some signals get mixed between the cause and effect, and he winds up pushing her head down closer, instead. ]

[licks]

[She feels his fingers twist into her hair and for a moment she actually thinks he's gonna pull. Give her head a jerk back, but instead she finds her mouth being pressed downward. It's not that she's going to complain, either. There might have even been a soft hum of amusement that presses to his length as her mouth wraps around him. It might not have been his intent, but now that she's got him in that wet heat, she might as well make it worth the risk to the front end of his precious car.

Her tongue presses against him, as her cheeks draw inward, providing pressure and suction as she can't help but smirk softly against him as her touch shifts to grip against his thigh, massaging her thumb against muscle slowly.]

[packdaddy]

[ He grits his teeth and exhales, slow and deliberate, his grip tightening both on Kate and the steering wheel. This is far from the first time she's threatened to wreck this car, but the last time she did it, it belonged to Laura. Derek had to stop her back then, because he knew he couldn't keep the car on the road, and he knew Laura would kill him if he so much as scratched it. They'd pulled over on a backroad and Kate had finished him off with gusto. That night, they'd never made it to a motel at all.

Derek doesn't plan on letting that happen tonight, but then, Kate's been known to throw the best-laid plans out the window. He's steering fine, even with his head tipped back against the seat, but he can feel his foot pressing down on the pedal, and if he could see the speedometer, he figures it'd read about seventy-five.

He tries to ease up, but her hand on his thigh makes his legs tense again, and the car lurches up to eighty. ]

Shit.

[licks]

[It's always been about the risk for Kate. The fact that she knew what he was back then, that she tried to coax that side out of him so many times, trying to just see if she could bear witness to it. God, she almost held a bit of pride for him that he never did. He was still a monster, is still one today but that is definitely not stopping her appetite for this moment.

When she feels the car lurch forward a bit more and the word slip off his tongue, she bobs her head upward, moving up and off of his length with a bit of quickness. It's a soft tease of relief as she nearly pulls him completely out of her mouth. Her free hand moves to his abdomen, fisting his shirt up in her palm as her thumb grazes over tense muscles and lines of definition. Nearly at the tip of his sensitive head, her tongue hooks beneath that ridge, letting her use it as an anchor to tug her mouth back down his shaft.]

[packdaddy]

[ He pants, briefly, and he hates himself for it. Every second with Kate feels like a test, and he's not proving himself by letting her get the better of him. But honestly, it's been so long, and at this exact moment (eighty miles an hour down a state highway with a killer on his cock; what kind of life choices are these?), he can't think of a single thing he's ever wanted more than Kate Argent's throat convulsing around him.

Setting his jaw and fixing his eyes on the road, he threads his fingers up into her hair and forces her mouth down as far as he can. She's strong enough to resist, if he lets her, and he is giving her the opportunity. He expects she'll see it as a challenge, and he'll be down her throat before he knows it. ]

[licks]

[Truthfully, she's never been a fan of the challenge when it's presented by anyone that's not her. She prefers the control, prefers the edge, but she can't blame Derek for trying and maybe that's why she gives into his urging demands. Maybe it's because he wants it that makes her succumb to that pressure at the back of her head.

Regardless, her mouth lowers over his length. Taking him into the wet recesses of her mouth into, she has to swallow against him to relax her throat enough to take him those few extra inches. Her mouth presses to the teeth of his zipper, definitely not the best feeling, but she's certain that the end result of his cock confined deep in the back of her throat is what he had wanted.]

[packdaddy]

[ Her throat tightening around the head of his cock puts his foot down on the gas again, makes him choke back a groan. He forces himself to let off the accelerator slowly, returning them to a safer (if not strictly legal) speed. They're both lucky he's wearing a seatbelt, because every muscle in his body wants him raising his hips, trying to press in deeper.

Teeth gritted and voice low, he grinds out: ] You're gonna put this car in a ditch, Kate.

[licks]

[She leaves him trapped in her throat for a bit longer before finally pulling off of him, grateful for easier breathing as she keeps her mouth close to his tip. Her words murmur, low an intimate against him.] You're the one driving, Derek.

[packdaddy]

[ He wonders when violence became the go-to answer for everything, as he's briefly overwhelmed with the urge to slam her head into the steering wheel. He reins it in easily, though, and loosens his grip on her, putting both hands back on the wheel. ]

Doesn't mean you won't be buying me a new car.

[ It's meaningless (breathless) snark, an old habit not yet dead that makes it easier to pretend that everything about this familiar scenario isn't sickeningly different from what it used to be. The quips and the rough edges help keep his mind off the ache that the memories put in his stomach. ]

[licks]

[It's possible that her head doesn't go flying into the steering wheel because her hand is still wrapped around the base of his shaft. Thumb brushing softly against the length as her lips quirk up into a smirk of amusement.]

I would not buy you a single thing, Derek. [Her words press to him before her lips part and she takes him into the warmth of her mouth once more. It's all risk at this point and she knows how much he probably hates himself for this. It fuels her onward, letting her mouth pull and tug against his with repeated motions that keep him confined against her wet tongue at varied depths. She hums for a moment, letting it build to a low moan, because even if she's trying to gain his attention, it doesn't mean her efforts aren't going unnoticed on her own body. The speed of the car, the anger in his words, even the taste of him against her tongue is enough to send a throb of her pulse to between her thighs.]