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.
[Castmates loved from any of the games, cross-canon and OCs likewise, especially any monstrous women. Not looking for noncon, but dubcon, aphrodisiacs, and "oh no don't touch me there- actually keep going" situations are great.]
[ It might not be something Vash usually finds himself doing, but with Wolfwood everything feels topsy-turvy anyway, so what's one more thing? Thankfully he's got half a bottle of whiskey burning through his veins, which makes him a lot less flustered than he'd normally be. ]
Wolfwood --
[ Still, he can't hide the tiniest tremble in his voice as his fingers slide in deep, slicked up with some oil he'd found lying around the shitty little motel they found themselves in. He presses his chest up against the other's bare back, their skin burning hot from a combination of desert sun and sheer arousal, and tries his best to stay in the headspace he's found himself in. ]
[Time had relentlessly marched on since Dr. Strange cast his spell, erasing Peter's identity from everyone's memory. Solitude had become Peter's constant presence in his everyday life, his only companion. Peter promised himself that he wouldn't make the same mistakes he did previously mainly being that he wouldn't get close to anyone. He didn't have MJ, Ned, or May any longer. There was nobody for villains to go after. Nobody was left to punish except for Spider-Man himself. So even if Peter's identity did get exposed it wouldn't be the end of the world for the people that he cared about deeply as there was nobody left. Was it an unnecessarily harsh sentence Peter put upon himself? Perhaps, but it was the only way he wouldn't lose anyone else.
Peter's life wasn't necessarily mind-blowingly great but he'd fallen into a monotonous routine that provided a semblance of comfort. Daytime was reserved for attending college classes, maintaining a safe distance from classmates, and trying to blend into the background during lectures. Nights were dedicated to patrolling the city, going above and beyond to make his sacrifices worthwhile. He would stay out until the early hours, long past a responsible college student's bedtime, only to collapse in exhaustion upon returning to his modest studio apartment. Any sliver of free time in between was quickly snatched up by odd jobs, solely for the purpose of paying rent. Every day was more or less a repetition of the previous one.
And then, Deadpool entered the picture.
What began as playful banter between the two quickly blossomed into something unexpected. Peter found himself genuinely looking forward to his nightly patrols, albeit for selfish reasons. Despite his tireless efforts to protect the people of New York City, often without seeking recognition, Peter still faced accusations of being a masked menace. Yet, every night, he swung through the city's skyline, striving to keep its inhabitants safe. Peter had forgotten what it meant to be selfish, even in the smallest measure, due to the life he had committed himself to. Surprisingly, Deadpool became someone he anticipated encountering—an individual he considered an equal, someone capable of understanding both Peter Parker and Spider-Man.
Still, Peter never expected Wade to actually follow through with the loose promises made over text messages. Everything seemed innocent enough. Wade gave off the demeanor of someone that flirted with anything he saw yet never actually gave chase to it. Peter didn't expect to find the man waiting for him in his living room around two in the morning, seemingly waiting for Peter to be done with his nightly patrol.
Peter also didn't expect to be kissing Wade, insisting that he didn't care what the other man looked like underneath the mask, only to end up where he currently was - naked, maskless, and on his knees in front of where Deadpool sat on the end of Peter's bed as the boy finally pushed himself all the way down the entirety of the man's thick, lengthy cock. Peter tries to relax his throat the best he can, holding himself on Wade's dick until he just can't breathe any longer and he chokes, pulling off quickly enough that strands of saliva are still stuck to his lips.]
Fuck...
[Peter whispers the word, pressing his whole face into Wade's cock, making it point straight up as he licks at the shaft and the man's heavy balls.]
I can take it.
[He sucks on the man's balls gently for a few seconds, the heavy weight of Wade's saliva-slick dick resting on his face before he pulls back and opens his mouth wide to take the man all the way to the base again, brown eyes looking up to lock with Wade's as though to say 'told you so'.]
[ Summary. Can't share my ideas atm. Stuck on mobile. But willing to brainstorm ideas before we get started! Down to play his female counterpart instead, just ask. ]
[ It is hardly the time for anything intimate. The Kamisatos, Troy included, are traveling in Liyue, on their way to Mondstadt with the intention of attending the Windblume Festival as they were invited. It's a personal trip, so no one else has come with them, and Ayato's resting in a separate room with Thoma, while Ayaka and Troy are in the room next to it.
A hearty meal, a little bit of drink, and upon retiring back to their room, Ayaka's on Troy's lap, her armour and dress abandoned on the floor. It's clear she's doing her best, stifling any noises she's making with the back of her hand over her mouth, but moans slip out here and there. At the very least, she's in control, riding her husband's cock nice and slow. Any faster, and Ayato really may end up hearing his younger sister getting defiled in this way. ]
I love this...
[ Being this close to him, her body being his, his cock stirring her insides and filling her up. Of course, all of those, she can't really say out loud. Not without her getting flustered and turning into a stuttering mess. ]
[ Summary. Can't share my ideas atm. Stuck on mobile. But willing to brainstorm ideas before we get started! Down to play her as her younger selves, just ask. ]
( up for all kinds of sexy shenanigans, but lowkey feeling some daddy kink in particular for her atm. kink list coming soon, in the meantime feel free to ask if you're not sure! other info on her journal. )
She's kneeling between the king's thighs in a heap of their mingled, hastily discarded garments. The warm evening breeze from an open window kisses the scarred skin between her shoulder blades. Her bright green eyes glow in the dark as she looks up at her partner. Her long alabaster fingers caress his thighs and her dark lipstick leaves plum colored marks on his skin, already the color of a sky just after sunset.
She keeps eye contact with him, looking as devoted as a priestess as she takes him in her mouth, moaning sweetly. Sure, she's laying it on a little thick but she's never met a man who didn't like a little overwrought appreciation. And the better this was for him, the more likely she could get out of this with both a satisfying fuck and a little extra besides, once he's lapsed into the heavy sleep of a physically satisfied man.
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