Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
RULES:
Post with your character's name, fandom and pairing preferences in the subject line.
Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
Comment around! See if there's anyone else who posted a perfect scene for your character to fuck in.
Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[He's so strong and she's so small. It doesn't hurt, no, but it definitely means that every movement he makes never goes unnoticed inside her. Especially not when he repeatedly sheathes himself in her to the hilt. It's maddening. Especially how his hips connect with the round curve of her ass, or how his balls swing forward just enough for her to feel them. It makes her feel weak and empowered all at once. Like he saps the strength from her, and yet she's all the more powerful for enduring it.
Endurance, though? Tolerance? Hardly. She revels in it. Drowns in the feeling of him reminding her of his shape over, and over again. She's tempted — tempted to blurt out all kinds of filthy lines about him, them, and what they're doing. About how she feels. Tohsaka writhes before him. Too caught up in trying to match his rhythm to voice anything more than brief affirmations akin to, "yes!"
Her skin breaks out in a light sheen of sweat. Glistening under the light that filters in through the frosted glass.]
[Completely focused. He wouldn't let Rin go so long as he could still move. So he could drive his lust into her and she could urge him on, claim him, and demand even more. Her inner walls squeezed him and he fell into an even, dizzying pace that threatened his peaceful breathing. A strange sort of serenity fell over him as he came to feel her arousal slick on his thigh, touching hers whenever he'd bury himself fully into her. He'd been drawn in and content to watch her ass bounce on his hip and thighs when they met, admiring her bare back flushed pink with heat. He couldn't catch her expression but he hadn't been quite so focused on her face than her ass, buried deep in her.
Even as a Servant, some things could still make him sweat. Pleasantly warm, he could feel it building up with each shuddering way his hips met her backside. The only thoughts he could put into words had been simple. Her name, her ass, and how she felt. Distant and husky, her name was never far from his lips, eyes dull with lust and want in that way that made him good for just that one thing.
Her voice hitched and he slipped wet fingers from between her thighs, flattening his palm. Seeing how she bounced on him, he played through a thought. Spanking her just so hard that she could feel a bit of a ripple of sensation, he gathered his breath and rutted with her in that thankfully ideal position. There was a second thing he could do.]
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Endurance, though? Tolerance? Hardly. She revels in it. Drowns in the feeling of him reminding her of his shape over, and over again. She's tempted — tempted to blurt out all kinds of filthy lines about him, them, and what they're doing. About how she feels. Tohsaka writhes before him. Too caught up in trying to match his rhythm to voice anything more than brief affirmations akin to, "yes!"
Her skin breaks out in a light sheen of sweat. Glistening under the light that filters in through the frosted glass.]
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Even as a Servant, some things could still make him sweat. Pleasantly warm, he could feel it building up with each shuddering way his hips met her backside. The only thoughts he could put into words had been simple. Her name, her ass, and how she felt. Distant and husky, her name was never far from his lips, eyes dull with lust and want in that way that made him good for just that one thing.
Her voice hitched and he slipped wet fingers from between her thighs, flattening his palm. Seeing how she bounced on him, he played through a thought. Spanking her just so hard that she could feel a bit of a ripple of sensation, he gathered his breath and rutted with her in that thankfully ideal position. There was a second thing he could do.]