A simple mid-fuck meme for a simple Saturday

[smutanon]

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

Miyabi | Senran Kagura | F/M

[senior_snake]

[lasthungrywolf]

[Care to pick up from our prior thread of her getting sick of his self-imposed URT+UST stupidity and just mounting him? XD ]

Murasaki | Senran Kagura | F/M

[haircutters]

Babydoll | Sucker Punch | F/M

[dolleyedbaby]

[dragon_sword]

[OOC: Interested in another sword-swinging warrior type?]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

Makoto Tachibana | Free | m/m

[orcacaptain]

[canon and cross canon welcome!]

Ryu Hayabusa * Ninja Gaiden/DOA * M/F

[dragon_sword]

[OOC: Kinks on profile.]

Hanzo Shimada * Overwatch * M/F

[expectnothingless]

[OOC: Kinks on profile.]

[changedbywar]

((OOC:Hope this okay. I'm a bit rusty.))

[Somebody had half jokingly said that Hanzo was probably play hard to get, but her response was that even if there was a heavy defense, she could still score a touchdown. And here she was, on top and using that super strength of hers to keep his hands pinned down next to his head.

She chuckles low in the back of her throat and lifts her hips, then grinds back down, slick, wet entrance sliding along his length teasingly.]

Feel good?

Dick Grayson * DCU * M/F

[bird_on_a_wire]

[OOC: Kinks on profile.]

reinhardt wilhelm | overwatch | m/f

[justicecrusader]

[myfairlady]

[ the first two times it's soldiers that fall from the sky, landing on her patch of growing flowers in the church. the third time, it was aeris' turn — and there was someone to catch her.

it's months later and tonight she kisses reinhardt again. never has she been in bed before like this, sitting on someone lap with nothing on but the ribbon holding her hair back. already a hand moves to pull on one of the pink tails while the other strokes his hardened member wet with warm saliva. aeris is gentle when she squeezes him, but there's no hesitation when her grip hardens and her hand moves faster and faster. teasing is a forte of hers, after all, just like how the flower girl slows down her movements — her hand rises up all the way to the tip. she then taps the top of his cock once with a finger. twice.

the ribbon rests on the bedside table as aeris pulls back from his face, but not without planting a peck on his lips. giggling — ]

That feels good, doesn't it?

[ her warm touch, loving kisses, and the company that is, quite literally, from another world. ]

mei ( overwatch) ota

[ameizingly]

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII | M/F

[metal_chocobo]

[thewaytosmile]

[she had wanted this. she had wanted this for a while and for an age and now that it was happening she was afraid that it would stop and afraid that he would try and stop her or she would stop herself. it's scary and sudden and different but she pushes herself through her discomfort as she takes that kneel at the foot of the bed.

the smile she tries for ends up more nervous than confident but it doesn't stop her from reaching up and wrapping her hand tentatively around him nor from giving him a cautious experimental pump. she knows he's strong and it would take a lot to hurt him but the newness throws her off and makes her worry all the more than usual. her eyes cautiously seek his.]

Is this..-?

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

[sardonical]

Richter Lawrence Alcross | OC | M/F

[for_redemption]

[bear_killer]

(OOC: let me know if anything here doesn't work for you and needs to be changed!)

[Iku is never sure how she talks herself into things like this. Some days she was sure it was work and its myriad of problems unique to a library up to and including petty theft and arson by people aiming to stop the spread of information. Other days (which came way more often) she was sure it was just Richter and his ridiculously attractive green eyes, his low voice, and that knack he had of burying his face against her skin and breathing her in which never failed to make her squirm in her seat.

She's still wondering which it is as she arches against him, her back pressed to his chest, one hand tangled in his hair and pulling his mouth more firmly against her shoulder as she keeps carefully rocking herself down and onto his cock again and again. Every muscle in her body is wound tight as she rolls her hips, her t-shirt pulled up and over her breasts, the tiny shorts she'd chosen to wear to their date (because of how comfortable they were and maybe slightly because her best friend had told her that they made her slim legs look like they went on forever and she'd wanted to see if Richter thought so too) thrown in a tangle over the arm of his couch.]

R-Richter...so deep-

Isabela | Dragon Age | OTA

[thatsaslattern]

Viconia Devir | Baldur's Gate Series | OTA

[theotherdrow]

Hol Horse | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure | ota

[fuckaroo]

[characters aged 17+ please.]

riku | kingdom hearts | m/m

[limitstorm]

[ prefs in journal. kink usually > vanilla ]

Matt Murdock | Daredevil | ota

[jurisdevil]

[cutepoison]

[This is definitely not going according to plan. Michael would not have anticipated anything like this to have happened to him, let alone with his cell mate. When he'd hung that sheet he'd had every intention of talking about the escape and what their next move was. A move that didn't include suddenly losing his train of thought and all focus by being enveloped in the warmth of one Matt Murdock. But here he was, fumbling, breathless and sweaty, crammed onto the bottom bunk with his blind partner. He couldn't explain it. And at the moment didn't even want to think let alone overthink it.

Shifting around to tug each others uniforms off was proving a bit more difficult on a cramped cot. It creaks and moans under their weight as Michael shifts to sit up from where he's straddling Matt's hips to slip his shirt off. There's a resounding thud as his head hits the top bunk, having misjudged the space in his heated desperation. Honestly the whole cell had all but faded out of his vision with the other eagerly running his hands all over him. There's a hiss as he ducks his head, rubbing the spot where he'd clocked himself, but at least the shirt was now on the floor. The pants would be a bit more work.

For now he's content to just lean down, stretch out over the other and kiss him, even if his head is throbbing. Long fingers are taking their time to get used to the feel of a firm, masculine body under them. Or how electric this all feels. It's new and exciting and so absolutely distracting from what they really should be doing. They had time. This could be quick, whatever.... this ended up being. He wasn't thinking about it, just feeling his way through it, doing what felt right. And right now that's solidly grinding his hips against the other, feeling Matt's arousal through the thin layer of their prison uniforms.]

Lucille Sharpe | Crimson Peak | ota

[blackmothwings]

Sooo I know we've already got a thread going, but I couldn't resist. Is this cool?

[neverapart]

[Sir Thomas Sharpe, baronet, twenty years old and spending his first Season in London, is to be married in three days. The society pages in all of the local papers are thrilled and scandalized: he is to marry Miss Pamela Upton, widowed and old enough to be his mother. Their courtship was short, but by all accounts intense and passionate. News of the wedding has broken the hearts of many eligible young ladies who were taken with the baronet, but it is agreed by all sensible people that the heart loves whom it loves.

None of London society knows the real reason for Thomas's sudden marriage. The only ones who understand what motivated a young man to court an elderly widow are Thomas and his sister - and neither of them are willing to explain it.

And perhaps that's why here, in the pricey hotel at which the Sharpe siblings are staying before the wedding, Thomas has found himself sneaking into Lucille's room every night. He needs support and reassurance - and there's only one person who can give it to him. The only person who has ever cared for him. And wouldn't London society be scandalized if they could see what the eligible bachelor and his sister were doing now?

Thomas lies in the dark room in only his shirtsleeves and half-undone trousers, both arms wrapped around Lucille. One hand traces the line of her back, stroking down her spine like he's playing Chopin on her piano; the other hand clutches the curve of her hip against him. He is kissing her neck and the side of her jaw, a silent but urgent plea for the only physical affection he has ever known. He asks without words: how will we love each other now? How can I possibly marry another when I've given my heart to you?]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU | ota

[mindplay]

[nailedbyahammer]

Thor had just intended to come back and see how everything was going, he did not realize that everything tore itself apart in his absence. Not that his usual manner of solving problems would have helped at all.

There's a lot of frustration and a lot he wants to say about the situation, but instead he just trains with who is left. If one more person tells him it isn't his fault or his fight, he may truly test the strength of these walls in their hide out in Wakanda. Instead he trains in a large padded chamber with Wanda. It keeps anything sharp from being used as a weapon, though there are plenty of vaguely furniture shaped foam projectiles, and the walls won't seriously hurt anyone thrown into them.

His intentions were to push her towards both power and control, if only because using himself as a test dummy seemed the best he could do in this situation. Instead, frustration and a mix of emotions overwhelmed him. Wanda finds herself bent over a rectangular shaped foam brick, heavy but forgiving. Her pants and underwear around her ankles and Thor entering her from behind. He has one hand gripping the foam table like block while his other grips her hip. His pants are around his ankles as his hard cock thrusts into her sex. Each thrust works him a little deeper as he moans low and deep. Thor throbs within her, his own form tensing each time as he continues. His fingers tug her back into each roll of his hips.

Helen | Claymore | ota

[makestrouble]

Tabitha | Claymore | ota

[phantomfangirl]

Edith Cushing | Crimson Peak | ota

[themanuscript]

Sara | The Huntsman: Winter's War | OTA

[winterswarrior]

Shirou Emiya | Fate/Stay Night | M/F

[onlypath]

[inquisidork]

[Before I start, do you happen to have a kinklist or any preferences?]