My mid-fuck knows what you did in the dark

[priderock]

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! Here are some optional prompts, if you want 'em.
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

Comments

[aurad]

( wanda isn't so sure she deserves the kind hand of intimacy. and punishment, that's not what this is about, isn't why she'd convinced him over at such a godforsaken hour of the night when nothing covered that ridden down apartment save a velvety blanket of the moon. thenos had gotten away with it, massacred so many innocent lives down to nothing but chance, and why hadn't it taken her? better yet, what did it leave behind?

she can feel the chill of metal as it grazes past her, bracing himself against that wall, and it's a heady counter to find a hot palm grope her to keep her in place, clear that he's prepared to administer exactly what she wants. but she wants him to enjoy this, too. despite it all. despite the fact that she still can't quite conjure up why he'd come, why his own interest had blossomed. bucky has always been attractive to her, a rugged edge and a level of unpredictability.

apparently, grief musters up courage alongside recklessness.

and the moment his hips snap with increased vigor, it's all she can do to thank him with a breath-laced moan, head falling from the wall to drag her lips messily along his temple. stumbling, pulling the lower's plush down, back aching at the bruising way in which it collides with the wall to keep her steady. it's a position that doesn't provide them full dexterity, but for now it's enough, arms clasped around his neck letting fingertips score down along the centre of his spine, nails digging in amidst their trail. it's a bite of pain amongst the pleasure, every thrust puncturing her breaths with a small whimper. )