the midfuck meme

[thememesock]

♋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

 

Stolen lovingly from memebells

Comments

[youwillgotohell]

[Her mouth feels bruised and on fire, and she loves the sensation, so when he breaks the kiss, she makes a sound that's almost a growl. The twirling finger is met with confusion at first, and then uncertainty; she doesn't know if she wants to put herself in a position that feels so helpless.

But she has her magic, if she needs it, so she bites back a moan and presses both hands against his chest, pushing him away.] Move, then.

[youwillgotohell]

[Her face is flushed, but from exertion and exhilaration rather than any shyness. That extra order makes her bristle (she's meant to be a queen, how can a knight command her?), but when his shirt peels off she pushes what's left of her bodice and skirts down over her hips, flicking the heavy garment away as she backs up toward the root, holing his gaze until she turns around, balancing herself with her hands against the tree.]

[youwillgotohell]

[She shifts when he finally touches her again, the anticipation leaving goosebumps along her arms. The lightness of his touches aren't helping at all, though, and she shivers at that first brush. A moment later she squirms, pressing back against him, demanding without words. The growl is there, building as he teases her. She doesn't know how to take to teasing, not like this. So she mutters his name, lets it out with that growl, low and insistent.]

Gwaine.

[youwillgotohell]

[And Morgana gasps, body bowing forward, arms taught where they hold her up against the tree. The growl becomes a moan, and after a moment, she presses back against him, taking in the warmth of his chest against her back.]

[youwillgotohell]

[She does, if her own gasps are anything to go by. Her fingers dig into the trunk until she slips one down, running over the hand on her thigh before latching onto his wrist and holding tightly, scratching at his skin here and there. She sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets it out in a moan, her eyes closed.]

Gwaine...[There's a whine at the edge of her voice, a note of warning, and she can feel the pressure in her own abdomen, pooling and spilling over.]