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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!

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He couldn't pound at this angle, not the way he had before. However, he could never the less go in for a strange, surreal tightness he'd never felt before. The palm of her ruined hand pressed up against her own throat as she was effectively forced to stare up at him. With each motion, he strained more and more on her other arm, to the point where it popped out of socket.

That dislocation was far from the end of it. It became painfully obvious he wouldn't have the raw power to simply rip it out, but as he thrust in, he took hold of his pistol and hovered it over her arm, right where she could see it, just at the corner. He filled the chamber once again, setting it to the cleft of her elbow and pointing down.

No words, no warning this time. The trigger was pulled as she felt his seed practically filling into her stomach. Now, it would likely rip apart very easily... what with the sundered bone in the hole.

Probably enslaved, Vriska would say, well, at least as long as they didn't wind up in the hands of particularly unhinged or sadistic troll. Unfortunately, there were quite a few of those, but they tended to not keep slaves; they were about violent subjugation of those lower on the totem pole within their own species and not much else. Anybody they kept would purely be for very-not-sexual purposes - just to tear apart for a good laugh.

How lucky that the troll girl was not in this just for cheap, kill-and-dispose-of entertainment; no, she desired Umi's body for the exact things she was doing now, though with those decidedly not sexual tools (or at least mixed with some that were) across the room, that could easily change. But the mood wasn't changing, the human girl still very receptive.

Umi then utters the first few words in a while, the way that lovely voice was strained with pleasured agony. Vriska seems to consider her pet's words, juice-slicked fingers sliding out of her pussy, her other hand gently squeezing her breast before trailing down her belly, and winding up tracing over her crotch. A kiss is planted on the side of the bluenette's neck, and things seem to calm down.

However, that changes quickly as she wedges her dry fingers together and puts them in her wet fingers' place inside of Umi, quickly going just as hard as before. That kiss turns into another blood-letting bite, just barely missing anything vital. Her slick hand shoots up just before that, clasping over her mouth, Vriska trying to push two fingers inside of it as well.

[Ooc: sorry for the delay!]

Feeling him quiver against her face, his rock hard cock jump in her hand, was a euphoria she couldn't have even imagined. Humming pleasantly whike her blue tongue licked and swiped inside the hero. Hand pumping his dick, feeling he was close. A sinister thought coming to mind as she stretched out her slick tongue inside Nightwing and let loose a jolt against his prostate, intent on making him cum with a bang...

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What a bizarre sensation - a difficult one to describe. There was still pain, sure. Lots of it, in her neck, in the gaping hole in her torso, the arm he was pulling on, her hand, enough that a normal girl would've long since passed out by now. It was the pressure, the unnatural feeling that almost made her nauseous again, as well as the fact that she was still conscious and aware and awake enough to process that he'd stabbed a hole in her neck to fuck. She was just... flesh now. Crying, smiling, thinking and barely breathing flesh, but she was also whatever holes, as many holes, as Reaver felt like fucking.

Her arm popped out of the socket; normally, a painful and slow to heal injury, the kind that could permanently put her fencing career out of commission just from falling behind. That wasn't even the start of what she was in for, though, and she winced at the bang, before turning her eyes, straining, to look at what was left of her shoulder.

Oh.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt, and she shuddered, almost convulsing, as waves of pain and the sight of her arm being ripped free hit her full force, followed very closely by the sticky heat - tingling, burning in her wound - shot out into her neck, and down her throat, and into her gut. She'd swallowed some semen here and there but never like this...

Ripping your own kind up seemed to work for trolls and hey, maybe it'd keep a few humans alive for a given value of alive - becoming a slave race to an alien empire wasn't much of a life. Not that Umi was all that aware, she wouldn't be leading any great slave uprisings against them (or even terrible immediately-quelled-and-annihilated uprisings), just going along with her mistress. She was all focused on the sex, and as scared as she was, she also didn't want to give Vriska an excuse to use any of her more... awful toys.

Aside from that, her body is certainly reacting, aroused and wet. Four fingers, though, is pushing it to the point of painful stretching; Vriska's her first lover, and she wasn't sticking anything all that thick inside of herself. The more delicate hands, squeezing and sliding down her body, those feel nice, especially once Vriska lets up on her poor pussy. She leans against that kiss, her pained breaths calming down...

And then teeth sink into her very near to her vital blood vessels, and two fingers drive inside of her, and instinct tells her to scream; and that leaves her mouth open to let those two fingers inside of her, slick with her own juices.

She was very willing to give her pet a mostly complacent life in sexual servitude, especially if Umi was willing to go through with it for the most of all that entailed. Right now was all about breaking her in and breaking just a little bit of the girl's person, though to her "a little bit" could be anything from adding more of her fun little bites to removing a few things Umi wouldn't need in the long run.

Speaking of those bites, now that she's got her fingers in the mouth of her pet thanks to the opportunity she was given by the pain that last one brought, she takes Umi's tongue between them and toys with it. She giggles, keeping her mouth latched to that latest double puncture, feeling the other girl's own pulse with her mouth and tongue while she watches more of that lovely red flow from her.

One hand's fingers plunge in and out in one place while the other's tug and rub over Umi's tongue for a bit more, and though she does keep going, she finally lets go with her mouth, and plants a kiss on the wound. It is then that Vriska speaks for the first time in a while, her voice dripping with both desire and cruelty.

"Ahahaha, you aren't doing too bad so far, so many things I've heard about your kind being so fragile, and yet... Mm, you're taking it almost like one of us." Another tug on the tongue comes from her as she says 'one of us', and she then lets go, but keeps her hand in front of her pet's face, holding out her fingers now, and gives the bluenette a task "Clean them off and you can come, Umi."

Well, she was also breaking a lot of skin, and the job of breaking her as a person was going swimmingly just from the fact that she was, in some way, enjoying this. That was weird of her, weird and messed up and she felt messed up even aside from the pain of fangs sinking into her, blood flowing to the beat of her pulse.

Umi can't exactly voice her displeasure at having her tongue, uh, played with, just making an annoyed sound while trying to lick Vriska's fingers in turn; it doesn't exactly work when the troll is in control though. Still, the pain is subsiding once again.

Rocking her hips a little as fingers thrust into her, Umi whimpers, breaths shaky and uneven. "Th-thank you," she accepts the praise once her tongue is released, licking her lips, "p-please... please let me come."

And to ensure that, she dives in, taking those fingers into her mouth and lavishing them with attention from her tongue, tasting her own fluids.

( i found it again as i was working on a thread tracker plz forgive me i'm the Actual Worst )

[ Viktor has always been absolutely fascinated with Jae-Ha. He's mysterious enough to create intrigue, but more than anything, his jumps were some of the most stunningly beautiful that Viktor has ever seen in his life. It's not as though Viktor has any problems with his own; he's known for a quad toe loop for one, and basically just landing everything he puts out there. But Jae-Ha makes jumps look so natural, so easy, that Viktor is always just the slightest bit jealous over it. It's poetry in motion.

Getting to know him was... something else. The jump he had witnessed had left him stunned beyond belief, and the conversation that followed had done little to lessen the confusion. But it was cool, and Viktor could never find it in him to tattle or anything of the sort. If nothing else, it was neat to have the knowledge.

But then there's beer and a lot of it and Jae-Ha is attractive and handsy and Viktor is quickly caught up in the flow of it, his heat lighting on fire wherever it's touched. The kiss against the door leaves him breathless and wanting, their hips moving laves him hard and needy, so by the time he's pressed back against the bed he's dizzy with desire and scrambling at anything he can find purchase against.

His free hand goes to Jae-Ha's hair and he grips the strands tightly, faint noises leaving him as the heat continues to swirl in his body. He tries to lift his hips as much as he can, seeking friction, trying to demand without words that Jae-Ha touch him more. He's wanton and flushed and needy and fully at the other man's mercy and there was nowhere else he'd rather be. ]

More. Please. Damnit--!

[The fact that Viktor said he won't say anything about his leg to anyone does hold weight to it. Even though Jae-Ha doesn't exactly give his trust to just anyone- especially not to anyone he really has only known for a short while. He wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, though. While it hasn't been said aloud, something tells him that Viktor wouldn't want to see him have to be forced to retire early, or quit altogether.

. . But honestly, there's no possible way that he's even close to being able to concentrate on that kind of thing right now. Which is mutual, he's sure.

The way Viktor is so eager, and so very wanting, is both encouraging and arousing him even more. While he has hooked up with plenty of others, it isn't especially common for them to more or less be on the same page as him. But he can tell - even despite this present position and with Viktor all but pleading - that the other is far more than just that. It was made clear almost the moment they met.

Jae-Ha presses against his hand harder with that very sharp pull. With any more, the tie keeping it back will slip out, leaving his long, green hair to fall freely. He hisses at the sting, although it's all out of pleasure; even more would be fine. In turn, he is (barely) able to keep himself from biting down too hard upon Viktor's throat. For any further pain of that sort to be delivered, he would have to ask for it.

Only a few moments more before he moves again. This time upwards. He chuckles quietly, a lazy grin curling his lips as he speaks low and warm right against Viktor's ear.]

More?

[He takes his earlobe between his teeth. At the same time, rather than what Viktor desires, his hand actually slows down, even while his grip just slightly tightens, the touch upon the tip ceasing altogether.]

You'll need to tell me what else, Viktor. [He releases his wrist, now, but only to slowly rub over one of his nipples.] What do you want from me?

[ Viktor immediately takes advantage of that long hair being released and he wraps it around his hand, using it to hold Jae-ha against his ear. The whispered words send a shiver down his spine, that amused little chuckle one of the sultriest things he's heard in a long time, and he lets his released hand grab at Jae-ha's back, trying to--well, he isn't entirely sure what, he just knows that he has to touch, has to feel, wants to memorize the little dips and curves of well defined muscle.

What does he want? It's a good question. He wants a lot of things at the moment, and all of them have to do with Jae-ha's hands continuing to work the strange magic that they are. Viktor finds himself lifting his body to each faint caress and a sharp cry leaves him when his nipples get molested. He isn't often so very at someone else's mercy; Viktor is used to having a fair amount of the control. But he's finding himself quickly wanting to relinquish it and just enjoy the ride. ]

I'm not delicate.

[ He finally manages to say something, turning his own head inward so he can place his lips against Jae-ha's neck and shoulder and anything else he can reach without moving too much. ]

You can go harder.

[He lets out a shaky breath even with the continued act within his hair, alone. A telling sign to Viktor, really. He wants more of that pleasurable pain that comes along with it, and so much more. Letting him to as he pleases to him, in turn, is definitely tempting.]

I hadn't thought so.

[Jae-Ha grins again. He leans his head to the side a bit as well, giving Viktor a nudge all in order to meet his lips in a hard, eager kiss, sure to tug on his lower lip. Only within that time does his hand continue a little more.

It's with that cry that has the kiss ending (at least for now). He shifts down a bit, this time to take that nipple between his lips, only so lightly to suck and lick. One hand moves to pinch and roll the other between his fingers. Adding to it all, after releasing his own, his other hand moves down lower to curl around the bottom of Viktor's. erection.]

[ In Aether's case, this was best described as a bad habit. If each knight was doomed to have a weak point, then his was definitely women. Back when he was young, two out of his three relationships contributed to the downfall of a kingdom and the death of his beloved king. One would think that such events would render him celibate, but it seemed that his relationships only got more heated since.

Not that they could complain about this. What he had with Patchouli felt just right, habitually lewd as it was.

The fake ears somehow felt even lewder than the alternative (Where did she even find a pair?) and certainly did nothing to spoil the mood. As his fingers left the headband and moved to brush through the gorgeous lilac hair, his hips began to slowly pick up the pace to the point where he was fucking her mouth. Whether he was growing closer to climax or simply got into the mood, he certainly intended to push her a little on the way. ]

He reached out, taking gunpowder and pouring it into the wound. More semen pumped through the hole, going everywhere as a spark ignited the powder and cauterized the wound in her arm with a vicious, agonizing flash. She wouldn't bleed out from that, but she could see the ruined stump, the result that guaranteed the arm was gone and never being re-attached. He allowed that to sink in while he took her arm and smiled, using her own hand to carress her cheek.

"And now... let's put your body to good use, mmm?" The idea of what was coming was probably pretty easy to guess. She got to feel him, not pulling out of her throat but leaning over. There was no sight of it, but fingers were pressing to her backdoor, prying her already used anus. Two... warm, masculine, working it around and then three... no, four. They were feminine... they were hers. With a bit of effort, they were clenched into a fist and her wrist disappeared into the darkness of her own back door, fucking up and fisting hard into her ass.

"You're going to be a glorious showpiece of decadence, you know... when others find what's left of you," he said, finally pulling out of her, a gob of seed spattering into her face before he pulled her hand off of his cock.

Umi wasn't sure what to actually expect him to do with her stump - but it did need cauterized, didn't it? Oh, sure, bleeding out would be an experience, and she wasn't long for this world anyways, but that wasn't as special as all the other ways he could kill her, and there were still things to do and holes to violate anyways. All that said... she nearly passed out when he ignited that gunpowder on the little stump that was left of her arm. Even if something happened to let her survive this ordeal, that was gone for good; she'd live life without it.

It didn't seem like anything was going to stop Reaver, though. Umi gasped and gagged, vision swimming as he spoke, looking him in the eyes with her own glassy gaze. Ah, hey, fingers. ...fingers. Too narrow. She knew what Reaver's felt like, and it wasn't like she hadn't fingered her own pussy and ass enough to know what those felt like, and that was her blown-off arm he was using.

"Nn... 's... so thick... my-ah!" she cried out as he started to shove her whole fist up her ass; even her own slender hand and wrist were thicker than Reaver's cock by a fair margin, and the roughness nearly tore her ass as her back arched. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... make... make sure... 's closed casket... h-ha..."

He was relishing this, glorying in her reactions. His cock finally withdrew from her throat, a bit of blood and semen oozing out of the hole. His hips slipped up so that his sex could rest right against her cheek. He reached down with one hand while the other continued to work the fist back and forth awkwardly inside of her body, thrusting it up and into her. Her comment made him laugh even as he left it in place and reached down, thumb and finger pressing to her cheekbone, and then to her eyebrow, pulling the lashes back a little while the tip neared her eye... predictably. She didn't need both to see, after all.

"Or leave it open to shock one of your pretty little friends. Convince them to try and take me on... so they can join you," he teased, as he'd done often. "Perhaps we could take a tape of your latest hours, send it before you die... see if one of them would try to rescue you, hopeless as it might be. Would you enjoy seeing them share your fate before I end your life?"

And with a grip, he pinned his fingers around the length and guided it in, thrusting savagely against sensitive, volatile and tender flesh, flesh never meant to be treated this way. Hopefully her left eye wasn't her dominant one.

Hey, she could talk now! Sort of. There was less pressure on her voice box anyways, although her throat was still a burnt and bloody and cum-filled mess. As long as she could breathe, that was all that mattered; as long as her heart didn't stop beating and her mind could process sensations, until they'd reached the point where he really did plan to kill her.

Umi's ass was stretched out to the limits, anything thicker and she'd be torn open down there; a shame she wouldn't be able to explore just how wide she could stretch that surprisingly elastic hole. Gasping choked breaths as her thoughts came back into line, she looked at the cock-head near her eye, blinking back tears.

Her friends. Hikaru and Fuu would be disgusted at the sight of her mutilated body...

...but getting them involved...

...there was no way they'd enjoy it, right? And yet she thought of it. Hikaru beheaded, Fuu gutted; her heart thudded in her chest. "I-I... I don't..."

Well, she wouldn't have time to express any further feelings on the matter as another rasping cry tore out of her throat when Reaver thrust into her eye, crushing it against the inside of the socket; blinding pain erupted in her skull.

In it went. He pumped, fucking the bloody, ruined socket, over and over again. His hands went to her hair and kept her there as she let out that wet, horrid cry, his vicious motions hammering at her body. If he'd been using some sort of dildo, it would have jammed straight into her skull by now. As it was, he was abusing the optic nerves, sending white, horrid pain like lancing and sharp 'tings' every time he jammed in.

"I won't take your other eye," he promised her while he made sure she could see it as he took a picture of her condition. No, not just one, but several. One of her hands was still working... sort of. He started to slow the pumping, giving her a few seconds to make sure that she could breathe, get her mind away from the blinding, raw agony of it, to the slow and more ragged sensations that just ached through her bones.

When he handed her the phone, there on it her one good eye would get a look at the screen. It said 'send pictures to Hikaru? Y/N?' He reached for her thumb on the bloody, penetrated hand, putting it where it could easily choose one... or the other. Licking his lips, he seemed to have an almost wicked knowledge of what might have come to her mind.

"Your friend Fuu... I believe she's at some concert, yes? No phones. Hikaru's bull-headed enough. She'd come to save you without calling Fuu. She'd rush in without thinking..." He chuckled darkly. "I will make sure she can't help but enjoy the experience as I bring her to the edge and take her life. I'll force her to enjoy every minute. Go on... decide, decide if there will be three caskets or just one."

Yes, there was a location in that phone. It would bring Hikaru right to them, where he undoubtedly had a trap laid. "Or if you beg right... Fuu can die first. Your call."

There it was, there was definitely nothing left to save of her eye. Tears flowed steadily from the right, and blood and other viscous fluids from the left, as Reaver fucked the socket, every thrust slamming and twisting the nerves that had been attached to her eye, her body shuddering and twitching with pain every time. Her body was holding up remarkably well, at least; she could still feel the pain, even if there was the occasional floating sensation, and she couldn't see straight. Umi blinked her one eye to get a look though, the lewd sight of a cock in her eye socket, her missing arm, the way her torso and throat had been mutilated, and...

And the pictures ready to be sent to Hikaru. By her own hand. Drawing her into a trap, to be violated, to be killed, for Reaver's pleasure. ...for her own. Umi's breath shook and caught in her throat, and she could barely hold the phone as he described the, ah, situation. Three caskets. Her friends dead with her. And... and she knew she'd enjoy it. She had one good eye left, to watch them suffer; she could still hear their screams. She might even have enough strength left to help.

She took a few breaths, and then pressed her thumb quite firmly on Y. "M-make... sure I live... to see both," she croaked, closing her eye; and then a whispered, "forgive me."

Well now, that decision had just been made hadn't it? He pulled out of her and settled her back against the wall, stepping back from her and nodding. His crotch was a gory mess, but he seemed in no hurry to clean up. Instead, he walked over to a closet and collected a small pouch of blood and an iv, returning to take hold of her other working arm and pulling it over, bringing a red hot poker down on the wound in her hand to cauterize it and then jabbing the needle in to set up a line. Soon, blood was moving into her and he was pulling out a pill to put on her tongue. Something for the shock.

"Mmmm, yes, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure you're here for both. And once they're subdued, we can let you play with them too... after I drug them of course." He winked at her. "They're going to need a bit more convincing than you are, aren't they?" And some extremely strong aphrodisiacs... but that was what the gas trap in the entryway was meant to help with.

Hikaru wouldn't know what hit her.

One-hundred percent made. Reaver had given her the choice to draw Hikaru and Fuu into their depravity; she could've been the only one to die, but she made the selfish choice. Umi had the willpower to resist... but not the desire. She wanted to see her friends die as well, horrible gruesome deaths, before meeting her own messy end...

Umi winced at the cauterization of her hand, but hardly felt the needle, at least. That and some adrenaline would keep her alive, it seemed, at least for a while. Perhaps she was even still alive enough to recover, although the ragged wound in her torso would be a problem.

Umi nodded. "Nn. I don't... think they'll like it the way... I do." Umi took a breath. "...can I hurt them?" she asked, her voice small.

The last bit of 'after care' was a small red vial that he dipped into the aforementioned wound and then finished by pouring down her throat. It burned, and there was pain, but blood would stop flowing. He had plenty of those, but he didn't want to overuse them. Just enough repair to make sure she was alive... but not that the pieces that had been ruined were entirely fixed.

She wasn't going to need those anymore. So, partial closures and anything deadly that was ruptured was fixed, but the missing pieces? Still very much gone. "No, I doubt they would... though we've worked on that for a while. They're going to have to settle for a crash course, I fear," he said while he flicked on a television screen, showing every one of the entrances into the house. It likely wouldn't be a long wait, knowing Hikaru.

"Can you?" he said, grinning over at her and pouring a few drops on the hole in one hand... the last of that bottle. As he discarded it, the hole repaired itself and he whispered in her ear. "I'll let you finish one of them off if you like. Pick whichever one you really want to do the final deed to. Oh, but I will relish seeing the look on their face as they're forced into climaxing, feeling you end their life."

[(Incidentally, does Aether realize how lucky he is that she would indulge him? Considering she usually would do no such thing for anyone.)

She didn't mind at all if Aether was going to take such an active role and push a little. She was perfectly content to follow his lead. They'd done this enough times that she figured they both were well aware of what she could and could not do, and he wouldn't make mistakes -- right? Or he'd try not to, anyway? So it was no big deal for her at this point.]

Medicine wasn't very pleasant much of the time, and Umi would hardly notice the pain of whatever medicine or potion that was. It would keep her from falling apart any further, until the point where Reaver decided her time was up and finished her off - that wouldn't take much at this point. Only his prompt attention was keeping all her organs from just giving up the ghost. Nothing she'd need, no, but the more things fell apart the more everything next to it wanted to give up, and she needed her heart, her lungs, and her brain, at the very least.

"...hope they like it." Umi leaned her head back, eyes closed and a smile on her face. So her hand was intact - at least one hand she could use to hold a weapon of some kind and take her friend's life. Killing her friends...

"H-Hikaru. Please. ...I wanna kill... Hikaru..." And with any luck, they could both experience unmatched pleasure in the process.

Medicine also had one other advantageous effect under the circumstances. It took time, time that she didn't have to focus on waiting for her friend to show up, time that was slipping away gradually while her body was kept in a creepy sort of stasis, one arm mutilated beyond repair even if the wound was stopped, wounds everywhere.

When she tilted her head back like that, she'd catch sight of the screen, of the front door banging open and a red-head storming in, her sword brandished. The door slammed behind quickly afterwards, and the reinforced doorway held against her first swing, heavy green gas flooding the chamber swiftly, threatening to overwhelm her before she could properly think of a retort.

"And I will pleasure myself as I watch you end her life, watch her climaxing in her final moments. Betrayed, full of lust she never knew was there."

Her body wasn't coming back, no, not with the internal damage, the way her breathing rasped, and her heart occasionally fluttered. Alive, but not going anywhere, at least not productively; she breathed deeply, slowly, focusing on it to try and keep herself as strong as possible until Hikaru arrived...

And hey, there she was, and so easily beaten by a simple gas trap. That wasn't something they'd ever had to deal with before. "...betrayed. Yeah. ...friends don't get friends raped and murdered, usually."

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