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THE — giving or receiving — BLOWJOB MEME ( the brother meme to this one. ) Whether it's your characters very first time getting a blowjob, their millionth, or they're the one giving head, sometimes, you just want to play giving or getting dome. No need to wax poetic about it. Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen! No matter if you thread oral as foreplay, in combination with other acts, a moment of emotional connection, an awkward ender to a scene when someone comes and can't get it back up, or anything in between, this is the meme for you. Comment with your character & your preferences. Male characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Female characters, just come as you are! Reply to others. Put those lips to good use.

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Elim Garak || ST: DS9 || ota

[tinkertailor_soldierspy]

Gul Dukat || ST: DS9 || ota

[teroknor_commander]

[ooc: more likely one to be receiving because this guy's ego is too damn big.]

Miles O'Brien || ST: DS9 || ota

[dartsandbeer]

Mercy | Overwatch | OTA

[angelof]

Re: Mercy | Overwatch | OTA

[lightbender]

[ Do you've a preference for which gal (or both, I suppose) is futa? ]

Touma Mimasaka | original character

[luculence]

[He can do both. Just note that he's packing both male and female organs below the belt if you want your character to go down on him! (Similarly-endowed muses very much welcome.)]

Patrick | Perks of Being a Walllflower | M/M

[callmenothing]

[Either]

Felix | OUAT | M/M

[lostboyfelix]

[Giving]

Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter | M/M

[malfoy_pride]

[Either]

Scorpius Malfoy | Harry Potter | M/M

[betterthanmost]

[Giving]

Maxxie Oliver | Skins | M/M

[not_a_hobby]

[Either]

Bart Allen | Smallville | M/M

[speedy_impulse]

[Giving]

Liam Dunbar | Teen Wolf | M/M

[wolfwithissues]

[Either]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ F/M 21+

[watching_over_you]

**Giving.**

Re: Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ F/M 21+

[thelordofthunder]

Thor slept soundly, half-cuddling the body next to him and half-sprawling our on the bed. There was something about falling asleep next to someone you cared for and felt close to. Of course, he normally slept soundly but there was something about sleeping next to Angela that made it even more so.

Maybe it was somewhat uncomfortable for her though, especially in the early morning when his hardness pressing almost insistently against her. Thor would claim that it was all just biology of course and nothing he could do about it. Especially not when pressed up against a woman as beautiful as Angela.

Richard Starke | OC | m/m m/f

[loveisblindness]

[Either way]

[darksongs]

[Any interest in giving to a vampire? Not that he would know Adam’s a vampire.]

Nancy Callahan | Sin City | ota

[finaldance]

Cecil Harvey | Final Fantasy IV (AU) | F/M

[proteusmoon]

( ooc ; she will give, but some serious romantic assumed cr will be kinda necessary. )

Scott Summers | Xmen | OTA

[amiexpelled]

[He's 17, can be aged up to +18 if needed.
Either role works, he's not too experienced but mama didn't raise no quitter.]

Bobby as TA? He'll start.

[iceed]

"Scott, it's fine. You need to stop beating yourself up," Bobby said, thankful he was facing his locker as he rolled his cornflower blue eyes. Scott was always the toughest on himself, and whatever progress Bobby had made in the last few months, the professors gave him credit.

Pulling off his sweatshirt, Bobby tossed it into his locker and turned to face the student. Bobby had to swallow, take a beat, and just enjoy the view. Scott had a nice body, even if half of it was still covered up.

With a quick cough, Bobby cleared his throat, sat down on the edge of his bench. "You can blow the big stuff away. No one's asking you to perform surgery with your beam right now." Fine, precision work was tough. "I know from experience. You getting frustrated about it won't help."

Bobby, taking a second, decided to show off. His hands drew slowly apart as he revealed a toothpick made of ice. He held it out to Scott. "I threw snowballs for two years. Just don't tell me you're giving up."

Mystique/X-MEN/ota

[abeautifulmess]

[She's really good with her tongue.]

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | ota

[littlelies]

Shigure | Fire Emblem: Fates | OTA

[shigure]

[Either role.]

Insector Haga // YuGiOh // OTA

[spoiledbugboy]

((Partial to him giving, but can be either, fufufufufu!))

Hunk // Voltron: LD

[extrapalatable]

( ooc | giving or receiving. )

Michele Crispino | Yuri!!! on Ice | m/m

[serenadeforone]

[Either role. Could be his first time if you want.]

Remilia Scarlet (aged up) | Touhou Project | OTA

[scarlet_devil]

[ Giving, obviously... unless toys or futa is involved. ]

Anders | Dragon Age | OTA

[problemagic]

[Giving OR receiving, open to all.]

hellooooo i hope this works for you? also i'm sorry this is so tldr

[bestdressed]

[ It's a matter of pride that even after weeks of travel through the unfamiliar and unpleasant southern countryside have left him feeling haggard and less than himself, Dorian can still manage pick up the best-looking man in the tavern.

It's a tiny village with a tiny inn, but it's the first time Dorian's had coin enough for a room and a drink in what seems forever. Never mind that the building itself is barely a hovel and the drink tastes like stale vinegar. There's a real roof over his head and alcohol warming his throat, and these are two things he'd never imagined he'd have occasion to miss. But if that is what it takes to chase down his wayward mentor, so be it. He still holds out some hope that he'll be able to talk Alexius out of whatever madness he's befallen, as he once might have been able to. But first he has to get there.

Dorian is exotic in these parts, his looks and clothing eye-catching even if he didn't carry a staff on his back with an impertinent boldness common apostates simply wouldn't dare. When he'd caught the man looking he'd shot him his most effortlessly charming grin and struck up a conversation without much fuss.

They've yet to even exchange names, but this doesn't deter Dorian in the slightest. Par for the course with his trysts, really. Dorian feels he knows everything he needs to: the man is handsome in that blonde and plebeian Fereldan way (despite a truly awful outfit), and he is a mage, a healer, with a soft voice and a kind demeanor. He'd learned most of these things once they'd gotten to talking, past the man's initial reticence to share much of anything about himself. Dorian can hardly blame him for that. From what he understands, mages in the south can never be too careful, even--and especially--after the so-called rebellion. Before long Dorian finds he very much enjoys making the healer smile, so he throws out quips left and right, rapid-fire, feeling very pleased with himself when his humor lands as intended. The man smiles, laughs, and Dorian can't help but think it's a pleasant change from the quiet, morose look he'd been wearing earlier.

It's the man's kindness, more than anything, that has Dorian wanting to make this very, very good for him. After he'd settled a none too subtle hand high on his companion's thigh beneath the table (best to be overt, he thinks; Tevinter games wouldn't get him far here) and leaned close to murmur his offer into his ear, they'd taken to the stairs together.

Dorian considers it a personal achievement that they make it so far as the second floor landing before he's rounding on his new paramour, one hand cupping him boldly through his robes and the other delving beneath them to work open his belt buckle. As he feels the healer's back hit the wall of the stairwell he presses his mouth eagerly to his throat, delighting in the feeling of his mustache catching against the stubble under the man's chin, the roughness of it against his lips as he mouths along his jaw. ]

I've half a mind to drop to my knees and suck you right here.

[ His voice is silk, smooth and low. It's a confession more than suggestion, an idea that gets his pulse pounding harder. There's something so delightfully debauched about this already; Altus Pavus canoodling with some southern apostate in a nameless backwater Ferelden tavern. ]

Would anyone even notice, I wonder? Or care?