FAST 'N FURIOUS GROUP SEX MEME

[sohard]

1. Group bedroom. All beds are in the same room.
2. So threadhopping and kibbitzing.
3. Fucking, flirting, arguments, whatever.
4. There can be aphrodisiac in the air to urge along the... less than thrilled. Or you can assume they joined the event voluntarily as a couple-- or they're really really drunk.
5. Want privacy? PM your partner to work something out.
6. Set something up in your comment! Be creative!

Comments

Kokonoe | Blazblue | OTA

[kittenwithadegree]

[Sure, I'll break the ice here. For SCIENCE.]

Erik Lehnsherr | xmen:firstclass | ota

[peace_was_never_an_option]

( the kinkier the better, open to anything imaginable. )

Mac | Always Sunny In Philedelphia

[sohard]

[ Mac is so hard, he even goes to orgies. Only hard guys do that. ]

Lottie Baskerville | PH | OTA

[grandesouer]

♥

Ariel | The Little Mermaid | Open to All

[seacups]

[I honestly don't give a fuck about your childhood, tbh.]

Excel | Excel Saga (manga)

[hersaga]

[Okay, no, turns out she is not quite drunk enough to take off her clothing in front of all of these writhing, fornicating strangers. Maybe if she's quick enough about it she can sneak out the back door past the punch bowl...]

[across]

[ Except that next to said punch bowl is one passed out co-worker. Looks like this trafficking bust didn't work out so well. ]

[hersaga]

...

[Excel briefly entertains the thought of leaving her, then seriously considers it, then starts to actually walk away, but then worries about Hyatt fretting over their missing coworker, and she's not sober enough to think up a good excuse for her right now. So she just... kind of picks up the punch bowl and upends it over Elgala to bring her to consciousness, at least. Honestly, how much did she have to drink to skip all the way past black out and into full passing out?

No, the fact that this action will accomplish little but making El soaked with spiked punch is not something that's concerning Excel right now, she's too busy trying to shake her back awake.]

Wake up. Oi. Let's go.

[across]

[ El was jerked out of a dreamless, thoughtless slumber into the raspberry flavored wetness of reality. It was a cold and fruity awakening.

She was almost content to continue sleeping in the sad puddle of pink sugar water if Excel's voice hadn't dragged a shred of comprehension to the surface about where they were-- and what they were supposed to be doing. ]

BUT THE DEBAUCHERY!

[ She sat bolt upright, glancing around in bewilderment. ]

Senior! The awful debauchery!

[hersaga]

The debauchery can debauch by itself, I don't want it.

[She shudders in distaste at the people happily ignoring them for other things, trying very hard not to look at them. Her face is a bright red already, for more than just the booze.]

Let's just... find somethin' explosive 'n blow it up instead.

[She tries to grab Elgala by the shirt to start dragging her away. She's still fully clothed but the way she acts you wouldn't know it.]

[across]

[ She makes a drowned-cat looking face at Excel, wiping the juice out of her bleary eyes. ]

Explosives can solve many problems, Senior, but it cannot cleanse the minds of these wretched people. I, Elgala, feel a disdain soaring beyond tolerance.

[hersaga]

So do I, and that's why I wanna leave. But in your case it's probably the juice.

[She grimaces, but crosses her arms over her chest. She's sickened by that face, but she doesn't want you making a scene here of all places either.]

How are we supposed to cleanse filth this substantial anyway?

[across]

That was precisely our goal in commencing this espionage mission to start with!

You and I, Elgala, must work our way to the leader of this raunch fest!

[ you are breaking cover-- by wearing cover! ]

[hersaga]

I think we were substantially more inebriated when I agreed to this plan...

[Oh please El these people are way more preoccupied with each other right now.]

... And you're sure we can't just blow him up? I'm thinking scorched earth may be the better part of discretion in this case...

[across]

No!

That's... no! We are undercover!!

[hersaga]

They should be under the covers, too, El, but there they are, just... doing that right on top of them!

[across]

[ Ahem. Well. Yes. BUT REGARDLESS...! ]

Skillful wordcraft will not complete this mission! Remember, we stand above the vulgar masses! We are symbols of justice, spreading the ideals of ACROSS!

[hersaga]

Generally symbols of justice don't trample through dens of inequity naked, Elgala.

[AUGH, stop appealing to her sense of duty.]

FINE. But this better be quick. The less time I have to be around you without any clothes on, the better.

[She starts RELUCTANTLY disrobing, pointedly avoiding looking at El in the meantime.]

[across]

You know, under all those dreadfully baggy clothes, your figure is quite nice, Senior! It is such a terrible shame you bury it under poor hygiene and bad fashion sense.

[hersaga]

I don't wear baggy clothes, El. I wear pants. There's a difference.

[Make no mistake though, she's as flushed as she can get.]

This had better work, and it sure as hell better be worth it.

[across]

What could possibly go wrong with a little sexercise?

Exercise. I said exercise! I, Elgala, go jogging every morning. It is no different!

[hersaga]

What?

[She looks over, startled, before quickly looking away again, redder now. Curse your rockin' enormous tits, El.]

What the hell are you even talking about? FOCUS. Let's just... get this over with!

...

So... Which one is the leader, anyway?

[across]

That was, if you recall, our task of finding out.

[hersaga]

... Yeah, yeah. Right.

[FOCUS, El.]

Wait, then that means...

[... They actually have to... LOOK at these people.]

Elgala, I am going to confess something to you and you are not to disclose it intentionally or otherwise on pain of impalement. I fear I may be having a crisis of faith.

[across]

Faith in-- ah, humanity? Morals? Common decency?

[hersaga]

... ACROSS. Also all of the above.

Not that I'm questioning our Lord's will! I... I'm just trying to think of what I could have possibly done to anger Lord Il Palazzo so much as to deserve this fate. I mean, you I can understand, but why me?

[Maybe to get her laid so she can loosen the fuck up for a change.]

[across]

[ Speak no MORE, Senior! Such blasphemy! ]

You will simply have to work harder to stamp down that... traitorous slander. Our missions are of utmost importance to our Lord!

[hersaga]

You're right. You're right. I had a moment of weakness, but what great revolutionary hasn't? Like Nintendo with the Virtual Boy.

We just have to do it. It's our duty as members of ACROSS, and we can't let down our Lord!

Now, how are we gonna make our way across the room without garnering suspicion?

[across]

Why, I Elgala believe we may need to... participate...

[hersaga]

... Next question then. You've got... experience with this kinda thing, right?

[across]

Senior, you're--

[across]

Not a virgin, are you...

[hersaga]

Let's say, hypothetically, that I was...

[across]

.... [ oh my god ]

How hypothetical are we being, here...?

[hersaga]

... Not very?

[across]

senior



senior

[hersaga]

I'm not sure what pisses me off more: your exasperated tone, or the implication that you really are that experienced in this sort of thing.

[across]

I am a grown woman! Excuse me for that!!

1/2

[hersaga]

A grown woman in the employ of a secret organization, with notoriously loose lips!

2/2

[hersaga]

[OH GOD MENTAL IMAGE WHY

WHY]

... Just... Just shut up and answer the question. Reverse that order, just... get on with it.

[across]

Sex is... hmm. This may require some educating. You understand, I, Elgala, hope-- the idea? The concept of foreplay?

[hersaga]

... Somewhat. As much as they show on public access soap operas, anyway.

[across]

... I presume you have been kissed before. At the very least!

[hersaga]

... That thing underwater didn't count, right?

[across]

NOT EVEN REMOTELY.

[hersaga]

... Then no.

[across]

How did you even qualify as a secret agent...?

Ahem, well then.

[ In the most dignified manner she can, El steps forward to press gently against Excel. There's nothing between them (except bitter, carefully masked envy when those things outclass her senior's chest so fully), but El doesn't notice or doesn't care.

She is merciful, offering a kiss that lingers only for a moment before crossing her arms over her breasts and eying Excel critically. ]

Mm. Senior, you simply must relax. I, Elgala, can feel the tension in your entire face! It is like kissing a statue!

kuwabara kazuo, GANTZ, m/f

[kuwabara]

[ His body is ready. ]