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Memes... ([personal profile] sock_00194) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-02-08 11:24 pm

The Pre-Midfuck Meme

The Pre-Midfuck Meme




  1. Post your character
  2. Those who reply are just about to stick it in
  3. Or just about to have it stuck in
  4. Have fun with that ;)

RNG Scenarios


ONE

The perfect end to a perfect romantic date: spending the night together making sweet, sweet love.

TWO

You might not even know each other's names. No need here for the silly games: this is a one-night stand.

THREE

Escort mission: one of you is getting paid to serve up the sexy.

FOUR

Friends with benefits: you and your friend are just working off the urge together.

FIVE

First Time: cash in your v-card.

SIX

Make up your own!
leekspins: (Hugging Ichigo)

[personal profile] leekspins 2013-02-10 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shivers at the sound he makes. It's...gratifying. It stimulates her confidence, knowing that he's making those pleased sounds because of her. She shifts her legs, bending her knees further at his silent and gentle request. Sifting her fingers through his hair, she kisses his temple, embracing his body as they move together.]
not_so_hollow: (ichigo and orihime)

[personal profile] not_so_hollow 2013-02-11 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[The minor shift in position is a lot nicer, not that it wasn't amazing before. Everything she does is great, even the more subtle, affectionate things like brushing her fingers through his hair or kissing his temple are things he's starting to crave more than he'd like to admit (out of being a gentleman, not because it was bad to admit that). It turns him on even more, if that was even possible.

That's why the idea of making it last is starting to be knocked aside for the desire for more, and Ichigo pants out her name as he thrusts into her harder and faster than before.
leekspins: (Sleeping - Out of It)

[personal profile] leekspins 2013-02-11 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Orihime's breathing slowly grows labored. The sound of her name falling from his lips earns a quiet groan of appreciation, the muscles of her thighs tightening against his. The faster he moves, the more elevated her pulse. Her body is jostled with each thrust, enough that the mattress begins to squeak in time with their movements.]

[It's by far and away the most enjoyable part of owning a real bed, she's decided, and she's very glad she saved up to buy one. She kisses his shoulder, a quiet whimper escaping her every so often as her desires slowly sharpen.]

Ichigo...mnn...