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.
[Willing to write a starter. Rava is a Fey Eladrin druid who made primarily "good" choices but will generally let his companions act as they please. I'm super slow and haven't gotten through act 1 but I know bits and bobs of things from acts 2 and 3. Companions adored.]
They found a love hotel after school, and Holly was fully prepared to change into the lingerie she had stuffed in her school bag when Greed told her in no uncertain terms to keep her uniform on. All that came off were her panties, sliding down her stockinged legs to fall in a little bundle on the floor.
They're on the bed now, and Holly's spreading her legs, slowly pulling her pleated skirt up her thighs while her much older boyfriend watches. Her heart's pounding in her chest - yeah, they've been hooking up for a while, and yeah, it is technically legal since she's eighteen now, but she's never really showed off to him like this before. She has much more of a good girl image to everyone else who knows her.
She draws an audible breath when his fingers find her pussy, tracing over the cleft of her sex and then pushing between her slick lips to toy with her.
"Want me to ride you?" she asks softly, breathlessly. She's been thinking about it the whole car ride over, so much that Greed's fingers slip easily into her wet, ready pussy.
[ The problem with letting Lucy in past your defenses is that she can get clingy. And needy. Especially once the walls of her own defenses are brought crashing down and she's given a reason to care. And oh, oh, oh, did Wriothesley give her plenty of reason. It's precisely why she's taken so keenly to bothering him when she thinks she can get away with it. Bothering him in a pleasant sense of the word, mind. She won't interrupt his work when it needs to be done, but she's developed a knack for telling just when he needs to distracted from something.
And now, she's doing exactly that. Being a distraction. In the best way possible too, as he hardly had time to lie down on the couch of his office before she got his pants down just minutes ago. Not all the way off, of course, who has time for that? They're down just enough for her to slide right over him and push his length into herself with little preparation. She hardly ever needs prep anymore. Not when just kissing him is enough to get her underwear soaked through...when she bothers wearing any.
But she's taking her time, riding him slowly, letting him just enjoy the feeling of her on top of him. Taking him in carefully and savoring how much he fills her up. The pinkette's already in a bit of a haze, but her lust-clouded eyes don't leave his for a second. One hand stays braced against the back of the lounge, and the other snugly holds a long, silk hair ribbon she's fastened around his neck in a sweet little bow. A delicate leash. ]
How's it feel, hm? I've been waiting all day to come help you out.
[Azhar is normally somewhat emotionally stunted, both in showing and understanding. Feel free to hc some prior cr (or if you were in myddvai and just want to throw that au in I'm down) if you'd like to push that forward a little.
Also, he's pretty painfully submissive, his whole ideal is to find someone to follow to the ends of the earth, so regardless of anything else he'll instinctually lean on following orders.]
[ Jyoti's fond of Azhar. He's strong, which makes him a valuable person to keep in her back pocket as they go about their merry little quest to awaken the dragons. He's also incredibly easy on the eyes - and, perhaps most importantly to her, he's submissive as hell. While she's a little disappointed about the missed opportunity to flex her hypnotic gaze, she supposes obedience as a default is better.
This time she's brought him to a lake, far enough away from the caravans to have an illusion of privacy, but close enough that it really is just an illusion. As much as she likes having her legs, she's become quite fond of her tentacles and all they're capable of.
Case in point: she's got him bound up with most of them like they're rope, the stinging ones intermingled with the completely harmless. "Most", because there's also several thrusting into his ass, undeterred by the water around them. His dick, meanwhile, has the distinct honor of having her hands instead.
She watches him with obvious interest and practically purrs: ] You're not even close at all... isn't that right, Azhar?
[The blood in his mouth tastes like copper, sharp and flooding his senses. It's not the first time Childe has tasted his own blood, nor would it be the last - assuming he survives this encounter, that is.
His back is pressed against the wall, but he doesn't mind. There are ways to fight even like this, with the bulk of Diluc's body pressed against him, his forearm tight against Childe's windpipe. If he wanted to, Tartaglia could form another dagger, drive it forward - if he wanted to, he could jerk his knee up and kick Diluc in a very unpleasant place. If he wanted to, he could... well, with the way he's struggling to breathe, maybe there aren't many options other than just the two of those, but Childe's eyes meet Diluc's amber gaze all the same and he tips his head back, blood dripping into his mouth from his nose.]
The truth is, I don't know what that branch of the Fatui are doing here. They just send me in to clean up the messes.
[There's a pause and Childe does lift his hand then, but not to summon his daggers, no - instead, he trails his fingertips up the curve of Diluc's waist, appreciative of the latent power there, the drive. A good fight always gets him going. He thinks he might not be alone in that.]
I'm starting to think that you're the reason for the mess in the first place.
[There's a flash of intent in Childe's gaze - it's a blatant come-on. They're close enough now, whether intentional or not, that he can feel Diluc's body heat and the warmth of his embers as they fade around them. It's... well, it's an idea, anyway. Or they could just go back to fighting. That's just as appealing of an idea as the potential sex, in his mind.]
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