Mid-Fuck

[cockhops]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

Comments

Megan Presley | OC | F/M

[privatelives]

[Tooooootally new at this. Chicago Fire/PD/Med muses extra welcome but ota.]

Aoba Seragaki || DRAMAtical Murder || OTA

[powerofvoice]

[Open to anything not bathroom play.]

Fai D. Flourite || Tsubasa Chronicles || OTA

[rebirthmark]

[Open to anything not bathroom play.]

Nanase Haruka || Free! || OTA

[freeinwater]

[Open to anything not bathroom play.]

Captain Jack Harkness | Torchwood/Doctor Who | OTA

[capthardness]

Lapis Fathalla | OC | OTA

[oneirism]

Guts | Berserk

[dragonslay]

[ m/f ]

Dino Cavallone | Katekyo Hitman Reborn! | OTA

[alleato]

[Prefs here, msg for anything super kinky.]

Matt Murdock | MCU

[lawgraduate]

[ m/f ]

If you're cool with this?

[owesdebts]

[It had started as most things with her did -- violently. Being called in to watch and sort out the 'situation' in Hell's Kitchen, she'd eventually found the vigilante, amusingly after he'd tried to save her from some very unsavory types who'd 'chased' her into a blind alley. When he'd realized he'd rescued someone who didn't need it, he'd fled.

She'd followed. Their confrontation had been a quick tussle that had ended with her pinning him, partly because he hadn't been fully trained and partly because he'd more deflected her blows than land any of his own on her. How gallant. And yet guess who'd lost? That's what chivalry got you.

How it had gone from there to where it currently was, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to properly explain it. Not that she planned on doing so in the first place. His mask had bared the lower half of his face, stubble dark against seemingly pale skin. He'd flexed to try to get out from under her and she'd changed where she was holding him down, using pressure points and the advantage of being on top to counter the size he had on her. Her hands had skimmed over a body that was as well toned as any she saw on the base, even if she'd been able to pick up the ridges and dips of scar tissue.

They'd talked; quiet, hushed little raspy whispers on the roof in the dark, as if there was anyone else out there to hear them. He moved and she moved with him, annoyed that her body picked now to find that enticing. So it had been awhile. So what? His voice wasn't helping and she'd found herself scowling down at him. Not that he hadn't had a point. He hadn't killed anyone. He'd been ridiculously careful not to, even if other parties had tried to blame him for it. He had that morality that always mystified her, that line that she'd crossed before he'd gotten his first kiss. He'd spoken of right and wrong, of guilt and justice, and she'd wanted to laugh.

He could have fought harder to get out from under her, could have tried to hurt her to get her off him, but he seemed resigned to just lay there until she got up. At least, he had until she'd reached for the edge of that mask. Then he'd unexpectedly bucked and the two of them had gone rolling. He'd almost pinned her once, hands on her wrists as he'd pressed his hips to hers-- and then she'd paused, looking up at him with one red brow raised in question. "Really?" Her voice had held the right amount of incredulity mixed with curiosity at what had felt like a very blatant sign of the fact that his body was liking what was happening and apparently that had been the downfall that had led to the now.

The hand sliding up under her shirt, divested of its glove and sending a shiver up over her as callouses brushed against sensitive skin. Her leg locked around his hip, holding him in place even as she pressed up against him again, her hand running over him to look for where one would start unfastening things...]

Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age

[apostatise]

[ Open to m/f and m/m. ]

Dick Grayson | DCU

[trapezeus]

[ m/f ]

Elphelt Valentine | Guilty Gear Xrd | M/F

[youcouldbemine]

Re: Elphelt Valentine | Guilty Gear Xrd | M/F

[illfatedassassin]

[Ooc: anything specific ya wanna do for these two?]

Olivier Armstrong | Fullmetal Alchemist | OTA

[thenorthernwall]

[angelicreation]

Expensive sheets, the gentle breeze from the open window blowing the four poster bed's drapes about, and the beauty that was a nude woman's body laying down were all pieces of someone's dream. A perfect day, one would say except a four poster bed was wonderful in that it made it so easy to tie someone to the bed. Even that was a dream to someone...

Juri smoothed her hand up the inside of Olivier's thigh and leaned in to swipe her tongue once directly between the older woman's legs. Eyes turned upward, she didn't even try to hide the wicked grin as she could see the muscles of the Major General's arm flexing as she pulled a bit on the strips of cloth tying her arms to the posts of the bed. Oh, Olivier was more than strong enough to tear herself free of the restraints, but that was half the fun here. Juri wanted to see how long her lover could hold herself back.

The longer it took, the better it would be for Juri when the blonde ripped free of the restraints and took the redhead in the most exquisite way.

Instead of giving Olivier more of that tongue she loved so much, the fleeting licks Juri had been intermittently graced her with since she got the woman tied up, she slid an ice cube right up the other woman's stomach to the valley between her breasts. Following the path of the ice was Juri's tongue, the muscle feeling much hotter than normal in the wake of the chill left behind.

Fire and Ice.

philophrosyne | mythos | f/m

[charites]

Saber : Arturia | Fate/Zero + stay night

[unworthyking]

[M/F pref, but can be F/F if you contact me first or are canonmate. Please specify desired canon point: Zero, Fate route, or UBW.]

Patroklos Alexandra | Soul Calibur | OTA

[righteousbrat]

[Modern AU completely OK!]

[twin_shaded_lycan]

[hey brat. something modern might be fun between these two. something established? a first time meeting? getting down and dirty in a hotel room or someone's apartment? maybe even the locker rooms at a gym. (of course, if you want to keep it in their timeline, that's totally cool with me too.) i'm open to other ideas you might be interested as well.]

Chris Redfield | Resident Evil | OTA

[starssurvivor]

Leon Kennedy | Resident Evil | OTA

[keepscomingback]

Mikaela Hyakuya | Owari no Seraph | OTA

[uglybloodsucker]

Ise Nanao | Bleach | M/F

[eighthlibrarian]

Allen Walker | D. Gray-man | OTA

[seesthedemons]

[I can age him up as needed.]

[ghostories]

[ ooc: any preferences for these two? ]

Yukina Suzumori | Demons' Bond | F/M

[snowyoni]

[AU, canon or cross canon all welcomed.]

Garrett Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

[championmage]

Peter Parker . Marvel/Spider-Man . M/M

[amazingwebber]

I know I vanished- life happened! Sorry about that. Hope this is okay?

[chiropractor]

(The suit had been a little difficult to get out of the way. Thing is, there seemed to be no proper way of getting it down just enough for Peter's ass to stick out without the suit practically coming the entire way off. That served to be a problem and so Bane remedied it by simply ripping apart the suit right over Peter's ass. Despite Peter's griping about it, Bane had delivered a nice solid slap to Peter's ass to shut the boy up and calmly explain that it'd be fine- he'd buy Peter twenty new more suits if he would be allowed to desecrate this one. And desecrate it he did.

When he had arrived in New York city, he had decided not to tell his pet about it. He had wanted to surprise Peter. It wasn't...anything official yet, no. They weren't anything official yet. They'd gone on dates routinely that always wound up with the two of them going at each other like animals and beyond that, not too much discussion outside of sex had occurred. He texted Peter nearly every day, liked hearing from him, and even had frequent phone calls. He was undeniably tender towards the man and he may or may not have planted a couple of his men in the Big Apple to keep an eye on Peter. More to make sure that he was okay than anything else. Bane knew how villains could loathe a super hero enough to make a vow to kill them. He did not like the idea of anyone thinking that'd be okay for them to touch so much as a head on Peter's lovely head.

This time, he had showed up just to show up for Peter. He was dressed in the entire Bane get-up of a thick vest, his mask, and the sweeping jacket that made him look so, so much more mammoth than any regular man had any right to look. He was rather crafty, knew the places that Peter frequented and so he found Peter on one of the skyscraper roof tops. Had swept out of the dark, laughing, and teasing Peter about how wonderful he looked in his suit.

It hadn't taken long after that. There'd been a moment where Peter had removed his mask for a moment, just peeled it up and over his mouth so that he could suck off Bane a bit, and just afterwards had taken Bane's mask off, only temporarily, so they could kiss wetly. Then it was all hell after that. Currently, Peter was bent right over the edge of the building and Bane was plowing into him from behind. A couple of his men were nearby, supposed to be on the lookout but they were only human. They kept on looking over and of course, it wasn't the first time they had seen it happen. This time, Bane had one of them standing right next to them, recording the entire thing with a video camera in his hand.)

Edmund Reid || Ripper Street || M/F

[argueandadjudge]

[Because even repressed Victorian gentlemen have needs?]