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bakerstreet2013-05-29 08:22 pm
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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
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
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Ugh. This one is going to be difficult to explain, and he's sure that Derek will probably figure it out somehow, but- worth it. Completely, just to have Stiles pressed against him, the expanse of skin open and receptive at his fingertips, and he's so warm and inviting in a way that Isaac has never known before.
It's almost too much, and he finds his breath stuttering at a particularly rough stroke, and Isaac suddenly realizes that he's not going to last much longer. Teenage hormones, all that. But he tightens his grip just a little, biting at Stiles' lips again, determined to either get him off first, or have him come fast enough after to not gloat about it.
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His mouth couldn't form the moue to kiss as he felt the sparking lick of pleasure up his spine. His mouth was open and panting, eyes screwed closed as he let his body do exactly what it wanted to. The nip to his lips makes him try to kiss back, but he's concentrating too hard on not making an utter failure of this. But it feels so good and it's all he wants to do. His mouth tries to form Isaac's name, tries to get the breath in his lungs enough that he can at least whisper it, but he's caught between one stroke and the next; one moment of almost bliss and a cascade of ecstasy that threatens to rip his brain out from behind his eyes.
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It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, not anything he'd done on his own. It was warmer, and the anticipation, the emotional complications of it all- it felt like glass being dragged through his veins, hard and rough, and it almost hurts, but it's eclipsed in the utter pleasure that comes from finally getting his release. It's good, and it leaves him shuddering, his skin damp and his pupils blown wide.
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He's panting, head resting on Isaac's shoulder, his body joining in on the shaking and trembling. It was like he'd just run a marathon, but the finish line was some orgasmic bliss that had torn through him like claws, a sweet kind of pain he wanted again.
That surprised him, that he wanted it again. Well, not really. He wanted orgasms like he wanted air, but that he wanted to do this again, with Isaac was the surprise. Still, he felt like he had to reclaim some semblance of his dignity. "I still hate you."
There. Hah.
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It's... relaxing almost, and Isaac makes a low grunt when Stiles speaks, not quite wanting to be pulled back into reality quite yet, but it seems like he doesn't have much of a choice.
So, he sighs, pulling his hands out from between them and wiping the mess as best he can onto the wood of the table. That's what sanitizing wipes were for, right?
"I'm not exactly your number one fan either," he mumbles in a little groan, pushing lightly at Stiles' shoulder. Moment successfully over. Exhaustion staved off until he reaches a point later that he's more comfortable collapsing in.
"...Where the hell are my pants?"
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That was unreasonably hot. He took a mental picture, etching the sight into his mind to play over later. "On the floor. With the rest of our clothes."
Because yes, he was going to remind Isaac of the fact that they were both butt naked.
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Isaac notes Stiles eyes on him and grins a little darkly, lifting his arms above his head for a nice, languid, totally necessary stretch against the kitchen table, before slipping down bonelessly to stand on the floor. Save that for your memory banks.
There's an odd sort of lanky grace to him, and he's all long limbs and sharp elbows, but he knows how to move, as he bends down to grab at his boxers and tug them up around his knees, before pointedly looking up at Stiles.
"Aaaand a washcloth?"
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"You get paper towel. Washcloths are for showers only." Was there an implication there? Possibly. Shut up, Isaac. You're distracting him. He went over to snag his own boxers, tugging them up and over himself before going and ripping off one to hand to the werewolf, trying not to notice the mingled come sliding lower.
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"Is that an invitation, Stiles?"
It's flirtatious, but darkly so. You may have just had Isaac on his back on your kitchen table, but he's still a big, bad wolf who can rip you limb from limb as soon as look at you, and this is probably a very bad idea, but- so be it.
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"I'm sorry, were you expecting something handwritten with gilding on it?"
He gave Isaac a purposefully cavalier look before he picked up his clothes and left the kitchen, heading upstairs for the shower. Isaac was welcome to do whatever he wanted, but they both knew a challenge of sorts had been put down.
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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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His hands moved to half cover himself, his eyes looking up at the beta from under dark lashes.
late late. idk if you wanted to continue?
"Shy, Stilinski?"
Do not ask me these oh so very silly questions. =|
<3
"...really? Because if you were gonna invite me up here just to play the blushing virgin, then I'm not that interested."
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The virgin part of that comment would be left untouched for now. He wasn't quite sure how what they did would be classified in terms of losing it or not. Probably not.
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"You looked like it to me."
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One extra helping of bravado, check.
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Sarcasm. Isaac steps in close, a hand on the wall on either side of Stiles' head. They're inches away now.
"Would you rather have me here?"
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gosh i'm so sorry about tenses everywhere. :C past is throwing me off
That is probably my fault. I find I default to past. =(
and I default to present! lmfao
"Again?"
The odd couple.
romeo and juliet
And he leaned forward, biting at the other boy's jaw, his grin a little mischievous as his hips rock forward against Stiles' thigh.
"Werewolves, you know."
He's not drinking poison for you, Isaac.
:C
=)
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