bakerstreet | Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

Skip to Main Content

Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

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:

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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

( OOC ; Heyyyy. Um. This is going to sound strange, but something not Court-related? )

[No, that's cool - they're both from fantasy settings, I can put together a scenario that makes sense without relying on anything from past game stuff.]

[OOC: Never written anything in that realm, but what the hell, right? Can you do the starter?]

[ooc: Sounds good!]

Leslie Willis, otherwise known as the super villainess Livewire wasn't sure how often these things happen. Bad girl fights good guy. They remember a previous team-up. Some choice words, innuendos, and compliments lead back to her apartment (Really just a place she'd been crashing at in between stints in prison or elsewhere) with Batman's closest ally face down on her bed, still in that sinfully skin-tight costume that she could otherwise swear was painted on that muscular bod.

"Damn, Nightwing... Been working on those glutes,much?" Leslie chuckled, nearly drooling at the sight of the hero's beautiful butt. She had a thing for them. Everyone has a thing, right? And this was hers. She let out a soft hum as she grabbed both his cheeks, nearly drooling at how defined he was. Not wasting any time, nearly ripping off his suit, exposing his ass to the cool air of the apartment.

"Mmmn... nice 'n tight how I like it! Gonna make you feel so good, birdboy." Blue lips curling up in a smile before planting her lips to his right cheek, giving a slight prickle of electricity to the toned skin, then the left. Alternating and drawing in closer until her face was between those toned muscles. Breath panting over his hole before giving it a long, wet, slooooow lick with her blue tongue, ears just itching to hear his reactions. Grinding herself on the hero's leg in anticipation.

[It's been back and forth betweem them for some time - a diplomatic arrangement, a marriage of ambassadors, a betrothal they were resigned to but not enthusiastic about, well as they worked together. But on the night of the Coronation Ball, the embassies had thrown a fete, and served a deadly sort of punch, honey wine and champagne blended together, tasting light and bubbly, flirty, but hitting the stomach like a much heavier liquor.

Damarhis had, over one glass after another, held forth on Cecil's virtues - her strength, her sworsmanship, her integrity, the silver-and-gold looks they possessed side by side - the way she kissed, he said, and demonstrated to her the way her kiss felt to him, assisuduously, hands on her wrists, grip firm and eager.

When she responded, he pressed her against the wall in the empty corridor, leaving love-bites on her neck, and finally sank down into a confusion of skirts and petticoats and garter belts, one hand still silk-gloved and one bare, fingers seeking between her thighs, hiking her dress higher and higher until he could kneel before her and push enough fabric aside to set his mouth against bare skin and lick her, insistent, persuasive, coaxing as eloquently as he could manage with words, if not more.]

[His hand is cool against her tender skin, and the sensation of his fingers delicately skating over her body makes her panting slow and deep. And perhaps her guard is too low, or else she's trying not to get wound up with anticipation, because when Jumin's caress turns into a deafening smack, another perfect spank in a night full of them, too many for her to count, she yelps.]

A-Ah! Oh, fuck... [The expletive crosses her lips before she can stop it, and the moment she catches her mistake, all of her muscles visibly go tense; there's no way her polite, stern Master will let her dirty mouth go unpunished.]

[Any kinks you are interested in playing out here? Or anything you'd like to avoid?]

( absoluuuuuutely! roy is one of my favorite charas on arrow, let's do it! )

A low wanton moan escaped the young man's lips as his hips continued to roll steadily; every movement gliding his length back and forth within her wet hot core. Even a his mind clouded over within a cloud of bliss Roy fought to focus on those beautiful eyes of hers. There was no denying the sheer ecstasy he felt, nor could he ever recall a time when he had felt such pleasure. The light sheen of sweat clung to Roy's naked form, and as he gazed down at Allison he couldn't stop himself from smiling softly. She was a breathtaking vision; beautiful in every way. Her hair cascaded across the pillow, those flawless thighs of hers wrapped around his waist...pulling him in with reserves of strength.

How he came to be so lucky to cross paths with her, Roy still couldn't quite fathom. But here an now all that mattered was savoring every moment that they shared. Oh he had no doubt that the bedroom was in a mess; sheets and the blanket kicked off the bed, clothing discarded with such haste that anyone could see where the trail led. Yet such matters didn't even register any more, not since the feeling of being sheathed within her sex made coherent thought virtually impossible. With another rock of his hips Roy drove himself deep within again, this time burying his head against her neck as he kissed it and muffled another moan.

[ cross-canon always loved! ota m/f and m/m. ]

Edited 2016-11-05 06:14 (UTC)

[Hmm, hmm, hmmmm... rough sex with biting, scratching (both escalating from just mark-leavingly to blood-drawingly), and maybe bondage (cuffs or shackles) and maybe-ish eventual strangulation? And maybe if it gets far enough and/or I'm feeling it (not particularly something usually do but I've stepped out of my comfort zone before with others and just went "Oh, what the hell. Only live once and all that jazz."... but not for guro yet, but that can quickly change with ==>), limb-breakingly, disembowelingly violent??? Maybe.]

He groans as he feels his cock sinking into her tight ass. It's not the first time he's taken her in this hole, not since that one raining afternoon. And this time, he has something to help her relax and enjoy it better.

A soft moan escapes his throat as his cock feels the vibrations coming from the large egg buzzing inside of Umi's pussy. Even if she's still quite pregnant, there's no reason to leave her other hole untouched.

((My apologies for our last thread; would you like to try again between these two? We could pick up just a little further along from where we left of))

[It's the kind of nightclub where either one wears a collar and obeys, or one doesn't and commands instead. Right himself wears a collar, and Souji holds his leash. He's doing his best to kiss and lick her lower hips from his kneeling position, groaning as he feels her fingers varying between combing and (gently) pulling his hair.]

[ :D

Whatever you're up for sounds great! ]

Umi sighs as she sinks down his cock, spreading her ass; she's more and more into it lately. Of course, having that little vibrator going at it in her pussy improves it a couple times over, and she reaches down to adjust it slightly.

((Its okay and sure thing! I would love another thread between the two of them. :D That sounds like a plan!))

( she'd paid such little mind to where he'd taken her, a small apartment surely only holding the purpose of eventually being left, chill-ridden streets she was hardly familiar with. it wasn't like her, disregarding that acute awareness she always held in manners of protecting herself, fashioning an escape route before ever stepping foot into another's place just in case. yet with him... broad figure above her, the two of them covered in a thin, lusting layer of sweat as he drives into her; it's all she cares about.

how long had it been since she'd given in to pleasure? velveteen walls clenching tight and hot around him, a delighted string of mews calling from within the bed of her throat in appreciation for his steady rhythm, how deeply he thrusts himself inside. lean fingers are clung around to the blades of his back, feeling muscles beneath contract with each of his movements, sooty lashes fluttering open once more only to briefly find his gaze–– there's an intimacy there that didn't belong, could hardly be achieved from a girl who shut herself out from others.

she was being reckless, needy, nails digging crescents into his flesh, scoring down the length of his back as lips part with a gasp. creamy thighs part wider for him, rolling her hips up to meet his own, to double that friction they're chasing. ) God–– ... Roy, ( a whimper, threading digits up into the boy's sandy locks where she tugs, wanting more, more, more. ) Faster, baby.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 4 of 10

«

1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10

»