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mid-fuck but everything goes wrong

the mid-sex dialogue meme

There are times to speak up...and opportunities to keep that mouth shut. Is when you're getting down the former or the latter? Only one way for you to find that out about yourself!

▶ HOW THIS WORKS
1. Post with your character, but not a blank post! Hit us with a line of dialogue for your character utter during sex.
2.Is it sexy? Is it stupid? Sir, this is a Wendy's, I don't know, I only make minimum wage.
3. Your partner will let you in on if it's a hit or miss. Just don't call out the wrong name.

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We're really gonna regret this in the morning, aren't we.

I want you to scream.

I said harder, daddy!

Do you think I'm letting you cum anywhere but inside?

You seriously don't need to take the whole thing if you're not sure.

I want too, so don't fucking stop, okay.

Heeeh? Daring aren't you?

[ He just feels so fucking tight already - like she's really pushing the limits when she's only halfway inside - but she pushes him forward harder, fingers not too firmly gripping his hair.

Her hips jerk forward again, going deeper. ]

[ Ness lets out a heavy breath and something akin to a laugh as she pushes deeper, his head tilted toward the grip she has on his hair. ]

Yeah. I can take it.

[ Maybe it’ll hurt a bit but he’s okay with that, he wants to feel her entire cock inside of him, fucking him senseless and he’s sure it’d leave him gaping when she pulls out of him. ]

Do you think my roll rates will be even better if I roll right now?

Edited 2023-12-09 02:40 (UTC)

Just--Remember to pull out. It's not a safe day today.

I already warned you; We're not stopping even if you break.

No. If I slap your ass any harder, you're getting to have issues sitting down tomorrow.

"Would you like me to draw you a map?"

Aziraphale looks up, face flushed, wreathed in smiles. "Oh, would you? That would be delightful!"

Crowley looks back at him incredulously, lips twitching a bit. Might be fighting back a remark, or possibly a smile of his own. Maybe both. He props himself up onto his elbows and tries again.

"Oh sure, yeah, only I've left my cartographer's kit in the other room... And seeing as we're a bit tied up in this room, perhaps I can interest you in some delightful verbal directions?"

That dear little face. Aziraphale wants to cover it with kisses, but this isn't the time.

"I'd love that," Aziraphale says rapturously. "I've never been quite certain about how you manage to get these trousers on, and now I don't know how to get them off without causing you injury! I know we could miracle them away, but it seems like cheating."

And oh, he wants those trousers off. He wants to unwrap Crowley like the perfect little package he is.

There'll be plenty of time to cover each other with kisses later. Crowley will see to it, even if he has to stop time to make time for it.

He could get used to his suggestions being met with such enthusiasm, he really could. "Usually just miracle them on," he mumbles. "But they do come off the human way. Well, besides the—" He pokes the snake-headed buckle of his belt. "You've got to...erm, sort of. Pet it? For it to, you know. Release."

That hangs in the air for a horrible beat.

"I-I don't mind cheating, if you'd rather."

Crowley miracles his clothes on? Goodness, Aziraphale is learning a great deal about him today.

"Pet it?" Aziraphale says, experimentally palming the bulge of Crowley's cock underneath the fabric. He's already hard, himself, and it's so gratifying to see that Crowley is, too. Then he giggles under his breath. "Whoops, that's not what you meant... yes. Let's please cheat. Please let's. Er. Do that. Please."

What are words?

"Ngk!" Crowley squawks in a very dignified manner, hips squirming up off the bed to chase after that fleeting touch. He's not in the habit of making an effort, so he's not certain if erect cocks are always this sensitive, though he's not about to ask Aziraphale how he gets on with his. ... Well, he's about to find out for himself, isn't he?

Aziraphale needn't have asked him nicely thrice, but since he has, Crowley wastes no time in snapping his fingers and miracling away both of their clothes. "Yours are hanging in the closet," he assures offhandedly before Aziraphale can fret about the state of his coat or stylish tartan bowtie or any such thing that might distract from...from...

His unguarded serpentine eyes take in the sight of Aziraphale, naked and aroused and sat nearly on top of him. It's a LOT to take in. "You're gorgeous," he breathes out with feeling, his hands roam up those gorgeous thick thighs, itching to touch every bit of exposed skin...

That arch from Crowley is MOST gratifying.

There's a sudden delicate whoosh (Crowley's always so elegant about his miracles) and then the air is suddenly cool against his skin, all over. Aziraphale opens his mouth, but Crowley answers his unasked question.

Well. Now that that's dealt with...

His lips stretch into an unguarded, delighted grin at Crowley's angles and smoothnesses and softnesses. He leans forward from his spot at Crowley's side, indulging himself in Crowley's hands on his bare skin at last. "No, it is you who are gorgeous!" he declaims, then blinks. "Is gorgeous. Are gorgeous? You. You... oh, Crowley."

A feast for the eyes, is what Crowley is, and when Aziraphale leans down far enough to nibble at his throat, he realises he's a feast for the mouth, as well. He wants to get his mouth on all of his demon.

[ that icon is killing me btw ]

Crowley doesn't trust himself to be able to put together a more coherent sentence, not after having his compliment haltingly (and unexpectedly) returned, so rather than have a go at proper grammar— really, that is not his thing— he meets that delighted grin with one of his own. Impossible not to, really. Does Aziraphale really think that about him, or is he just being silly...?

It ceases to matter (for the moment anyway) when Aziraphale decides to go for his throat, eliciting a startled moan that tapers off into something more garbled. His head cranes backwards, all the better to offer up more throat to nibble on. Those roaming hands of his find their way into those platinum locks at the back of Aziraphale's head, taking hold before letting go, only to take hold again. Clearly, he's fighting off the urge to haul Aziraphale into his lap.

"Aziraphale... Please..." He wants Aziraphale to set the pace here. Needs him to. He'll go much too fast if it's left up to him.

Now, be a dear, and give me what I want.

You ever think about dying?

[Name]-kun, [Name]-kun! I don't really feel that good yet! You're not trying hard enough to please me! Don't forget, you're doing this with the Hiyori Tomoe! There are lots of people who'd kill to be in your shoes, so I'm going to have to ask you to work harder!

1) W-wait! It's-- (Name!) It's too much...! Slow down...!!

2) It... yes... yes, I'm alright....

3) More... I need more of you....

4) Hurry, harder...!

[ooc: Unless we've had prior CR, the proper needed CR will be assumed for these, since Young-One isn't really the apparent type to have random flings. If none of these prompts appeal, let me know and I can either whip up more or we can discuss what sort of scenario to base it off of. Info and kinks in journal. Young-One is heavily bottom-leaning.]

Tighter. I want to see stars~

S-Seriously~?!

[ He barely manages to work down a swallow, staring down at the clown. Wait. No. This isn't a clown. What Nazuna's looking at is an entire circus. Seriously. There's a strained noise and he hangs his head. It's Nazuna taking it seriously when someone may as very well be flapping his jaw for the hell of it. But what if he isn't? What if he's seriously demanding for such a thing?

The pause has grown long enough that he's now got a bit of hair in his eyes with a growing awareness of own forehead's stickiness. ]

You're out of your mind. Any tighter and this is gonna be a crime scene.

[Even as Rui beams up at Nazuna in turn, it's almost like Entrance of the Gladiators is playing out of his ears. Pure clown shit, an entire horny circus in his stupid little skull.

And the worst part is that he's researched enough to know damn well that they're already at 'bruising' territory. He won't be able to hide this at school unless he pops his collar and gets out the thickest stage concealer he owns (plus some colour correction, perhaps?), but even then...Does he want to badly enough to do all of that. All unknowns. The point remains that they've crossed one line they can't go back from already, and Rui's asking for another to be jumped over too.

Yet, he's still smiling serenely up at Nazuna, reaching up to brush that hair out of his eyes, then letting his fingers trail down his cheek with utmost affection.]

If you're game, anyway. [Wheeze.] If I can still talk, I believe that we can always go tighter. But if you're truly worried, I won't push you. Nazuna~ Is there something you want to try? We might as well play fair, fufu~

[OOC: Bio on journal!]

Whatever it is you want to try, just ask me.

Don't stop.

Edited 2023-12-09 15:56 (UTC)

I warned you not to inhale that pollen.

That is the least helpful thing you could be doing right now.

Ahhn... You're binding my arms too tight!

This one is not.

[ He has never bound his husband's arms too tightly and knows the other is merely complaining to complain. ]

[He pulls a playful pout and tilts his head back to further expose the long line of his neck and collar bones. His hands are bound together above his head. He hasn't struggled against the knots just yet - he knows it's a hopeless endeavor - but it's bound to happen if he doesn't get more friction]

Lan Zhan should loosen the headband!

[ He gives soft kisses to Wei Ying's throat, nipping it. Though he is not bound to give him more friction just yet. ]

This one will not.

[He bites his bottom lip to hold back a whine. Denying Lan Zhan that sweet and maddening sound]

This one could stop.

[ It's said even as he bites down a bit harder on his husband's throat before kissing it softly. ]

[He tries to hold back a sound, but the brief flash of pleasure-pain from the bite to his exposed throat earns a soft whine]

Lan Zhan wouldn't! You've missed me just as much as I have you, haven't you?

[ There's a half smile at the sound of that soft whine. The other had never been good at holding back sounds from him. ]

Mn. This one has missed Wei Ying. Does not mean I will not stop if you complain.

[ They both know he won't stop for good, just enough to get those whines out of his husband. ]

"That mark makes you mine for tonight... and you'll remember it every time you see it in the following weeks."

Aren't you embarrassed, to be an older woman in that position?

You know, I think it'll go viral. This position is pretty creative, artistic and poetic even.

"Magnus!" Alec's rather terse reply. His voice is rough and deep not because of any sort of strain from the position he's in, but rather more from his lover's encouragement. Shadowhunters have legendary stamina and that sort of skill set extends far beyond missions and control. He can lift Magnus with ease, as if he was little more than a feather.

He holds his body still as every single instinct within him screams at him to move. To buck his hips, to writhe like he wants to. Years of training have instilled a rigid sense of control within him. He clenches his jaw, a sign that he's close to his breaking point.

Edited 2023-12-09 22:35 (UTC)

W-Wait, you're going too fast--!

Stop being such a pussy and fuck me harder.

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