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randomjournal ([personal profile] randomjournal) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-05-29 08:22 pm

The Midfuck Meme

MIDFUCK MEME

♋Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of it.
♋ Want to add some direction and maybe a little kink? Take a spin on the Random Number Generator to give yourself a location. (Change the max from 100 to "10").
♋ Have fun threading out hot sex. Maybe they'll want another go, afterward.~
 
1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~

2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.

3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.

4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.

5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?

6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.

7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.

8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.

9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
A private place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.

10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy
rosenbridges: lawblog @ ij (pic#6081919)

WHOA sure did lose this notif, so sorry D:

[personal profile] rosenbridges 2013-06-08 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ In Jane's mind, she never, ever would have imagined that she'd be in this position.

Well -- okay, with Thor, maybe not so much this position, because face it -- she's a thirty-something year old geeky scientist, she's been around the block at least once.

Ahem.

At any rate -- She's certainly enjoying herself, nails dragging down his back, his name gasped out between those heated kisses, hips rolling up against his. ]
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[personal profile] debts 2013-06-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ This time she does laugh, flicks the bottle cap at him with a huff of put-upon annoyance. ] Terrible. I go around having great sex with disloyal Americans. [ She shifts her weight, and, after a thoughtful kind of pause, makes her way over to the fridge, leaving her beer on the counter. With her back turned. Free to be poisoned.

Well- that's what she would do, given a similar situation, but maybe life as an American has just made her a little soft around the edges.

She balances her elbow on the top of the door, peering inside.
]

Michael, you have the saddest fridge I've ever seen.
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[personal profile] burnmeonce 2013-06-08 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[A spy's a spy's a spy... unless that spy is Michael Westen. He's great at his job and a lot of the time that means not playing by the rules. Natasha doesn't have to worry about poison. First-- it's dishonest. Second, well. Michael's just not big on killing people who don't deserve it.

Track records don't mean someone deserves it. Michael has only heard rumors about the Black Widow Ops program, but sometimes rumors are enough. She left.
]

First of all, never badmouth a man's fridge.

[Turning, Michael moves up behind Natasha, sliding his hands down her bare sides and dragging his lips across her shoulder. Glancing down, he notices the chill starting to perk her nipples.] Second of all, maybe you're breaking your streak. I'm not disloyal.
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[personal profile] debts 2013-06-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
You're not disloyal, but you don't dispute the great sex? [ She hums, bending forward a little more to peek at something at the very back of his fridge- and then immediately regret it. Well; she can't judge too much. Her own place is only really stocked with beer and condiments. ] I do love meeting humble men.

[ Deciding it's a lost cause (and that yogurt's gone to waste, now), Natasha pivots, hipchecking the door shut as she loops her arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer.

Might as well take advantage of his hospitality.
]

Any other pressing questions?
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[personal profile] burnmeonce 2013-06-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Humility will only take you so far.

[He's got something like a smile on his face as Natasha turns and slides her pale arms around his neck; Michael thinks that she must have just gotten to Miami, otherwise she'd be pink. He steps into her tug and lets his hands come to rest in the small of her back.]

How do you like being on top?
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[personal profile] debts 2013-06-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
That depends. [ She has to reach up on her tiptoes to follow suit, brushing a kiss to the top of his shoulder, then his neck, then his jaw, up to his ear where she tugs lightly at the lobe. It's a little obvious, this kind of seduction, but Natasha thinks that at this stage, obvious does just fine. ]

Why don't you find out?
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[personal profile] burnmeonce 2013-06-08 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Michael submits to the obvious-- he doesn't mind one bit. One arm comes up and hooks around her neck, pushing a quiet laugh into Natasha's ear before bending down in one smooth motion to pick her up behind the knees. The arm around her neck becomes a brace.]

Then we're both clear on the no killing?

[Leaving the fridge, the beer, the kitchen, Michael heads around the counter toward the bed.] Because I'm not keen on making happy whoever set us up.
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[personal profile] ridethetiger 2013-06-08 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh man, that's adorable. Ggio smiles around a finger and just manages not to laugh out loud, although his shoulders do shake. It's tempting. Very tempting, to play around with Ichigo in a way he's never really gotten to indulge in, to do all the things he said he would to him. Especially since Ichigo's so eager to have more of his body.

But reality is kind of messing with his afterglow, and he's thinking this may have been too risky. They're both well-known guys, and even if this was kept under wraps, Ggio's wary of letting in someone even that much, especially someone who wasn't forgettable.

Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

He's not ready to go just yet, though, so he just leans in to suck and kiss under Ichigo's jaw.]


It'd be nice, wouldn't it?
neededforger: (doubting reality)

[personal profile] neededforger 2013-06-08 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
He knew she was blushing even if he couldn't quite see it, but it made him smile even further, the expression gone wolfish once more.

His brows both lifted again at her expression, "Yes, pet? Something else you'd like?" Really he was on the verge of teasing himself as much as he was teasing her at that point, but that was half the fun as far as he was concerned.
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[personal profile] architecturally 2013-06-08 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
She scoffed a little bit, sitting up a little bit so she could get a little closer to his form, looming over her. "Please. I think you know." She could definitely be sassy, and this was one of those times. She decided maybe she should take some initiative.

Her hands slid up around his sides, pulling him in closer and letting herself slide underneath him again. Her lips, full and kiss-swollen, find his jawline.
sessrumnir: (Dare / Serious)

[personal profile] sessrumnir 2013-06-08 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
The width of each marked and unmarked strips of alternating skin and scars on her back was about the tip of his thumb to the first knuckle.

"No...fair," was whimpered again and muscles twitched and shifted under his hands telling of the struggle to hold still, a fight that couldn't last. The facade of calm, was quickly broken. The usually laughing honey brown eyes were a little wild with his pushing and thighs tensed, her hips lifted, trying to redirect. "Gabe -" interrupted by a sharp inhale. Sun brown skin was suddenly rosy and warm. "Maker...please...whatever you want..." Whining "...just ask..."

Not saying that anything he wanted would be given. Somewhere there was still caution and reserve, a story the markings on her back told if only he could read them.
hurtyourealgood: (bliss)

[personal profile] hurtyourealgood 2013-06-08 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
His breath caught at that, and an outright predatory grin followed, head dipping so that he could nip a little more sharply at the pulse point juddering away at the base of Judas' throat, tongue flicking against the flesh trapped between his teeth just for a moment before he let go again.

His hand repeated the same movement again, settling into an almost-steady rhythm, enough to keep him on edge, not letting himself tumble over just yet.
andtheswan: (annabelle - kiss)

1, if that's alright.

[personal profile] andtheswan 2013-06-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd heard stories, of course, about illicit trysts in dark corners between maids and pages, cooks and stableboys, fast, frantic rutting, and then hurrying away, attempting to smooth their skirts down.

This was not like that at all, actually.

This was so much better.

Skirt around her waist, she's still so desperate to feel nothing but skin on skin, her panting little groans sounding more desperate with each moment that passes.]
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[personal profile] cutupthemoon 2013-06-08 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately he doesn't do a great ob at hiding that laughter, which means that Ichigo can almost see it. In his eyes, in how his shoulders shake. It kind of pisses him off to be honest, to get laughed at like that. Now he really does want to see Ggio's lips around his dick. Maybe after shoving him down to his knees, first, so that he doesn't have a choice in the matter. That might shut up his laughing a little.

Wow, that's another thought he never expected to have. What's up with him today?

But then he's leaning in again to kiss Ichigo's throat some more and that feels pretty nice. So maybe this Ggio guy isn't all bad. Hell, he just gave Ichigo the ride of his lifetime, and that was just grinding and frot and handjobs. Imagine what he could do if they went even further. He shivers and can't help nodding a little, his hand falling to stroke over Ggio's limp, slightly messy cock.]


Yeah. I bet you'd love it, sucking me off. Maybe you should give it a try sometime.
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[personal profile] debts 2013-06-08 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Your loss, comrade. [ She bites more than sucks a kiss to his jaw, hanging on more with the muscle in her thighs than the loop of her arms. ] It would have been one hell of a way to go. [ But this, naturally, sounds a lot better than having a knifefight while trying to find your clothes and avoid stepping over the parsley. She'd say the day turned out lucky, but Natasha's not really a believer in luck.

Mildly, she adds:
]

You will have to feed me somewhere between rounds three and five, by the way.
freezerburned: (Protect me from what I want)

[personal profile] freezerburned 2013-06-08 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
"A straightforward answer might have been nice."

But he shrugged in the end and grabbed for his clothes, slinging his pants over his shoulder. Isaac followed Stiles at a bit of a distance, sniffing and poking at various photos in the hallways, clocks on the mantle- curious, more than anything. Might as well stay for a bit, right?
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[personal profile] teenyoda 2013-06-08 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
He reached the bathroom and dumped his clothes in the hamper. Then he went over to the shower and ran the taps until he was the temperature he wanted. Trying not to pay attention to the fact that Isaac was in there with him (it wasn't like they hadn't been naked in a shower room before), he shucked his boxers off and added them to the hamper.

His hands moved to half cover himself, his eyes looking up at the beta from under dark lashes.
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[personal profile] ridethetiger 2013-06-08 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[You'll have to shove me down and make me.

Not to say Ggio wouldn't enjoy making Ichigo's dick wet, but he's been generous enough as it is today. Maybe if Ichigo was daring enough, gathered up a bit more experience and came back when he was ready, because Ggio is certain of himself as always, and believes he's way too much for Ichigo to handle. Or too little, to be specific.

Ah, but his eagerness, his curiosity is endearing, and Ggio doesn't have any sticky feelings or much of anything for Ichigo, besides something of an appetite for his dick. Enough so that he'd want to fool around, maybe.

He smiles while Ichigo's face is in his neck, petting a hand down his neck, sighing almost wistfully as Ichigo starts to stroke him again. This is nice, and it's so tempting to stay here and play some more. But he has a reputation to keep, and he can't come off as someone likable. Even if it's just for his ass, though he doesn't mind that much.

Ggio pulls back to kiss Ichigo's cheek, gives him a small lick while he's at it, and hums in a way that could be agreement, but is mostly noncommittal, as he carefully pushes away and stands up.]
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[personal profile] addiesands 2013-06-08 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She huffs out her own laugh as she settles against him.]

Just one of a billion reasons.

[They would be here a long time if she tried to list them all.]
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[personal profile] cutupthemoon 2013-06-08 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ichigo just can't help being... tactile, in situations like this. He needs to touch people, to feel people. Even if he doesn't really like Ggio much at all right now he still feels like what they just did had to be some kind of important, and touching him makes it feel more real. More substantial, than just something that came out of nowhere and ended just as quickly.

So as odd as it is he does keep kissing over his throat, relishing in the taste of his skin. And that stroking it nice, feeling Ggio's hands on his body, reminding him that this happened, and it was good, and he can just bask in it right now, the pleasure and the satisfaction, even if there's part of him that isn't totally satisfied.

He frowns when Ggio gets up, though, watching him as he pulls away. Is he just going to leave? Get dressed? For some reason, a reason he isn't quite sure of himself, he doesn't really like the sound of that. Maybe he just wants more. More of Ggio's body and the pleasure that it can bring him, because that was good, so good, but it wasn't yet enough. But he doesn't want to just up and say that and seem like a needy whiner.

Instead he tries to sound as calm as possible, like he doesn't care, isn't bothered.]


Going already?
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[personal profile] neededforger 2013-06-08 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There was another rumble of amusement at that, he did enjoy her sass. He also enjoyed that she was clearly just as eager for this as he was, it showed a certain determination and sense of self that he found refreshing.

He angled his head up just slightly, voice still low and rough-edged, "You going to be alright at that angle, dove?"
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Slow tagging is an unshakable habit

[personal profile] thoughtsinmyheart 2013-06-08 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a start." Yet another thing that keeps her hopelessly wrapped around his fingers? Speaking so frankly, going back and forth, almost challenging one another. Souji is much more grounded, more mature and composed than not only others his age but most adults in society. It's only the occasional little thing that reminds her of their age gap, and the sudden realizations do not sting the way they used to. To tease him without worrying about the repercussions or what he thinks of her is amazing, and it certainly makes her smile.

These seemingly endless days have shifted something in her, and Tifa isn't ready to let go of it yet. And right now that means taking all of those returned sentiments, giving him a teasing nip with her teeth as he pulls away.

All of this teasing still has her nerves on edge and so Tifa doesn't bother with controlling her reactions so much. Souji gives her enough to make her whimper hotly, fingers curling in his hair and tugging a little, nowhere near painful but intent on leaving an impression.

"You've always been the considerate type," Tifa presses her lips to his neck, she can't pull him close enough, no matter what she does. Whether she means the next statement innocently or not is irrelevant, since it becomes filled with innuendo and creeping implication, "The best son a mother could ask for."

Saying things like that really should bother her, but oh, it does the exact opposite.
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[personal profile] nvrbelieveagain 2013-06-08 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Good thing then - [he starts, leaning close for a kiss] - that I won't ask you to name them. I love you, too, with all of my heart.
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[personal profile] architecturally 2013-06-09 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
She made another sound, low and impatient in her throat, hands sliding once more to his waistline. "More than alright." With her head laid back on the seat instead of bent awkwardly up at an angle, and her back flat underneath him, she could easily maneuver her legs up to wrap around his hips. She laughed.

"Perfect, actually."
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[personal profile] malecompanion 2013-06-09 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
That width was almost perfect to stroke against smooth skin without touching the scars at all, he was curious, of course, but he had more important things to worry about at present.

He grinned again at the near-whine, tonguing her more firmly a moment later, done teasing for the time being, hand sliding along her thigh once more, voice little more than a warm murmur against her skin, "That's it, just let go." His lips barely brushed her as he spoke, diving right back in a moment later, fingers kneading gently against her thigh as he did so.

His lips were sealed against her peak once more, suckling firmly even as his tongue curled more firmly up and back against her clit, firm, precise little movements.

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