Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
RULES:
Post with your character's name, fandom and pairing preferences in the subject line.
Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
Comment around! See if there's anyone else who posted a perfect scene for your character to fuck in.
Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[ the streets were frigid, almost cruel in the way wind whips and bites especially given the hour, night having drooped its velvet blanket across belobog. perhaps if he'd had more patience they'd of made it indoors, wherever it was she was staying - the cold didn't bother him as much as it did the others, body tested and tried to withstand far worse, but he can't help but to appreciate the way it flushes at her cheeks as she straddles him, all of those layers of hers ushered to the side to leave bare only what was necessary.
her breath fogs with his own, wide, callous palms gripping something steady at the petite bracket of her hips as she shifts to find hold of him. a growl leaves him in warning - the sound is almost hesitant, like he can't be sure he'll be able to keep himself in line given they're in public. the streets might be quiet, but there was nothing to say someone couldn't stumble upon them - it's worse for her, really, because he can't be so sure he'd stop, even if someone did. ]
Such a vixeβ [ he starts, but every thought is snatched from him as she sinks down onto his stiffened cock, envelops him in the impossible heat of her cunt. and for a moment it's all he can do to bite back the sound that grumbles low in his chest, short crescent of his nails nearly puncturing that sweet skin of hers in his restraint. ]
[tl,dr: detective whose significant other/co-worker was a dirty cop and now she's out for revenge -- bringing her back after a super-long rp break, so appreciate literally anyone who wants to hang out with her.]
[ What started with a heist ( the druids aren't going to be drinking that wine, and honestly given that they've dealt with the goblin encampment for them, Halsin absolutely owes them all his wine - no regrets ) ends up in a meadow near the campsite, the sounds of the party (Alfira's songs, laughter from Karlach, that tittering that Astarion does at times) audible as background noise, and Ea Lowkey living her best damn life right now.
Tadpole in your head? Doesn't matter. Vlaakith wants you dead? Must be a Tuesday! You've taken out so many goblins that you're running low on arrows? ...that might be a tragedy, but she's confident she'll be able to loothoard find more.
It all pales and fades to the back, because she's warmed by half a bottle spiced-wine and sitting in Thorntail's lap. Living. Her. Best. Life.
Every new detail she uncovers is a delight, as far as Ea is concerned. They haven't managed to remove clothes yet, but the petting has been heavy-handed and kissing has been sweet and heady, so she is in no rush. She has managed to tug Thorn's collar to the side, simply to lick a stripe up the side of her neck, taste her, nip at her pulse.
Her tail sways in delight, and wraps itself around Thorn's leg. With the squeeze of that grip, she ends up rocking against the dragonborn, a spark of realisation in her as she finds friction against that thicc (tm) thigh, her resulting gasp against Thorntail's neck. ]
[ Luck would have it that there's one free room in Elfsong tonight, of all nights, otherwise Ea would've graciously asked everyone (everyone, Aylin and Isobel included!) to find somewhere else to sleep for the night. Granted, they got the big room at a discount, but given everything they've looted from just Cazador's palace tonight, they can absolutely a separate bedroom for one night. Ensuite and all. ]
Might as well start living, right? [ was her joke on the way up to the room, reminiscent of the line Astarion himself spoke at the graveyard a nary - what was that, one, two hours ago?
(Despite enthusiastic consent, and the slightest hint at an exhibitionism kink he's inspired in her, she'd cut the moment short. Stopped them both short of actually fucking on top of his grave, though maybe they can revisit another time.
You deserve better than a fuck in the dirt tonight, my darling, had been her reasoning. Let me treat you to something nice.)
And so, here they are now. Alone, a sumptuous bed waiting just beyond Ea, and rather than pull him merrily there as soon as they crossed the threshold, she's pushed him back against the closed door and kissed him.
Hard-working rogues being hard at work and all, she's been rather adept at undressing him of the upper part of his armor and undoing his pants to slip one hand inside, all without breaking the kiss. ] Alright?
[ She nips at his lower lip gently, but lets him answer before moving her hand further - to wrap it around his cock, to touch him, to maybe map his body with her mouth. She's in no hurry, the world is their oyster tonight. ]
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