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The Random (Porn) Scenario Meme 2.0

The Rules
1. Character A: Post to the meme and wait for replies. Name|Series|Prefs
2. Character B: Go to the RNG and roll some numbers. Type first, and then go to that category and roll again.
3. Multiple Lady Gaga/Ke$ha references go here.

Note: If someone is uncomfortable and tells you to back off, please do so. If you are uncomfortable, please tell the other mun. If all else fails, just stop tagging.

Please listen to preferences as well.

Thank you.

Type Of Porn
1. Regular
2. Public
3. Hardcore
4. Roleplaying
5. Toys
6. Fail
7. Misc.

Regular
1. First time - One or Both of you are virgins.
2. Wedding Night - You've been waiting for this night forever. Or maybe not.
3. Masturbation - Put some porn on, get your hand ready, and have a good night with a friend.
4. Blow jobs - Sucky sucky, bucky bucky.
5. Penetrative - There's parking in the rear, or drive through the front.
6. Make up Sex - You did something wrong, and you're going to give this person the best night of their lives.
7. Up against the wall - You couldn't wait when they came in the door.
8. In the shower - Fun in the tub is something worth trying at least once.
9. Get away - You're on a romantic get away. Beach? Some snazzy motel? Whatever you'd like!
10. Been awhile - It's been awhile since you've sene each other, so it's time to make up for lost time!
11. Break up sex - This isn't make up sex, it's goodbye sex!
12. Hook up - You don't really love each other, but you are horny and neither of you is bad looking, so...
13. The big night - You've been dating forever (or maybe not!) and it's time to take the next step!
14. Doggy style - Sex from behind.
15. Frottage - You don't always need to penetrate! Sometimes grinding on each other is more than enough.
16. Spooning - Sex while you spoon... perfect way to start the morning!
17. Couch - Fooling around on the couch!
18. Massage and maybe something more - You want to pamper your lover tonight!
19. Candlelit - Wine, soft music, candlelights... maybe there was even a trail leading to the bedroom! Ultimate cheese.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Public
1. At school - Under the bleachers, in the classroom, in the bathroom... maybe even on the principal's desk.
2. Amusement Park - You ran out of things to do? There's privacy on the ferris wheel.
3. In the park - Always a fun time, just stay away from the washrooms.
4. At the mall - Changing rooms = Happy Sexy Time
5. The sex store - How people are not caught having sex in here sometimes, is beyond me
6. Someone else's home - You so dirty. Hope they don't catch... or maybe you do.
10. Hospital - In the bed, in the restroom, maybe you just need a release from anxious waiting for news on that loved one!
11. In the car - The backseat and foggy windows, over the hood... maybe the engine's still going for that extra thrill!
12. In the woods - Camping or on a hike, you though that tree looked mighty friendly.
13. In the restroom - You couldn't wait to get out of the restaurant or wherever you are, so a stall will just have to do.
14. Under the table - Teasing your lover (or being teased in return!) under the table at a restaurant. Hands, mouth, whatever you can think of.
15. Elevator - Getting off while you're going up, you just can't wait and you don't care who might catch you.
16. Back of the club - You can't wait until you get out of this club to get your hands on each other...
17. At a concert - You don't want to miss the show, but you also don't want to pass up the chance to get a little more intimate either.
18. Against a window - Up against a window where anyone looking could see...
19. Putting on a show - Sex in front of people. Maybe you were really drunk at the bar or someone paid for it... maybe you just want to do it for the thrill.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Hardcore
1. Non-Con - They say no, you'll make them say yes.
2. Dub-Con - They may have said yes, but it's going to happen anyways.
3. Bondage - Super tight, hanging from things, unable to move, really hot.
4. Fisting - One, two, three, four, five... and then one again.
5. Blood Play - Red is a really lucky color... not for someone.
6. Power Play - Someone is in charge, and will make sure that the other person isn't. People in power are crazy.
10. cock & ball/pussy torture. Clothes pins, hitting, and anything else you can imagine that can make you hurt oh-so-good.
11. Flogging - Spanking, whipping, flogging, and whatever else you can think of. Someone's been naughty.
12. Orgasm denial - They might want to so bad, beg and plead, but you're not going to let the come yet. Or maybe not at all.
13. Forced orgasms - Either made to come multiple times or roughly brought to orgasm despite any discomfort.
14. Double penetration - Either in two separate holes or the same one. It could be two toys, a penis and a toy, two penises... or the combinations are endless! Either way, you're going to be stuffed full.
15. Ice play - Ice cubes on the skin or even inside to cool you down.
16. Wax play - Wax from candles poured over the skin. Doesn't it burn so good?
17. Fighting - It's like Fight Club... only it ends in dirty, dirty sex.
18. Electrosex - Electrical stimulation to nerves for sexual stimulation, in particular the genitals and nipples.
19. Sensory deprivation - it can make orgasms even stronger!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Roleplay
1. Teacher and Student - Someone needs a better grade.
2. Doctor and Patient - Time to give someone the best bedside treatment they can.
3. Cop and Criminal - Those handcuffs are finally coming in handy.
4. Master and Servant - Those servants have to serve someone. A housewife and butler, rich man and maid... those outfits are hot.
5. Strangers - Oh, you've never met this hot, delicious, naked stranger. Maybe it's time to get acquainted.
6. Enemies - Oh I hate you! Oh but I'll have sex with you anyways!
10. Cowboys - Or cowgirls. Yee-haw!
11. Fireman - or woman. Oh, you're going to be putting out a fire, alright.
12. Pizzaboy - They don't have the money to pay, but you accept other forms of payment, thankfully.
13. Good guy and bad guy - Maybe they're trying to take over the world and the only way to stop the is through hot sex.
14. Vampire and victim - You're going to drink their blood... only probably not.
15. Prostitute - They paid for you.
16. Incest - parent or sibling kink? Go ahead and play it out.
17. Priest - They need to confess to you...
18. Kidnapper - Uh-oh, they got you now! What ever will they do to you?
19. Shy virgin - You're a shy virgin but don't worry, they'll teach you the ropes!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Toys
1. Dildo - Simple, easy to use, and goes in any proper hole.
2. Vibrator - Tiny and portable, it goes everywhere... and works everywhere.
3. Fleshlight - It's like a hole... but not exactly.
4. Strap-on - Girl or guy. Maybe you're wanting one, or wanting a longer one.
5. Cock Ring - Basically, a trolling way to make sure someone can't finish what they started.
6. Anal Beads/Ben Wa Balls - Maybe a dildo isn't good enough. These toys are balls of fun.
10. Fucking machines - Machines with one purpose only, to fuck you senseless. They usually have a dildo attached and speed controls.
11. unusual objects - Cucumbers, candles, or even electric toothbrushes!
12. Clamps - Nipples, labia, clit, penis, there's not limit to what can be clamped in a sexy way!
13. Playing with danger - The handle of a knife, a gun, it's time to walk on the wild side!
14. Dolls - They make some awfully realistic dolls...
15. Sex swing - A suspended seat made specifically for sex.
16. Water - A detachable shower head, jets in a tub, there are a lot of way to be stimulated!
17. Pumps - Pumps can go over the nipples, clit, or on the penis and create a very stimulating amount of suction.
18. Anal plugs - They vibrate, stimulate, or just keep you ready for fun later.
19. Speculum - Want a look inside?
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Fail
1. Can't get it up - For some reason, you can't get hard. Or, if you're a girl, you're just not getting wet.
2. Not in the mood - You don't know what it is, sex just isn't interesting you tonight.
3. Cramp! - Ow, nothing ruins a mood like an ill timed cramp somewhere!
4. Caught - You just got caught by someone and the reaction isn't a good one!
5. You called me what - Dirty talk got out of hand and the other went a step too far!
6. Distraction - You're just distracted by the phone or the TV or a huge project you've got coming up...
10. It's not you - or yeah, maybe it is. You're just not attracted to the other person anymore (or maybe you never were!)
11. Can't get there - Maybe it's the position or something else, but you just can't get to the big finish, no matter how hard you try. Your partner might not have any problem.
12. Injury - Fell and hit your head, knocked something off on you... somehow you injured yourself!
13. Missing item - Where's the lube? The condoms? Ahh, how can we do this?
14. It broke - Uh-oh. The condom just broke...
15. Gross - Your partner got you to do something or suggested something you're just really not into...
16. Too drunk - Whiskey sounded like fun, but now it's having ill effects on your sex life.
17. Five seconds isn't bad! - You came embarrassingly fast...
18. Guilty - You did something wrong, went behind your lover's back, cheated, or something.
19. I'm fine, really - Or not. You're actually injured, but you don't want your lover to see and they definitely would if you took off any clothes.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Misc.
1. Dirty talk - Most people like a little dirty talk... either you've determined to get your lover off with dirty talk alone or you're just getting them in the mood
2. Threesome - Two is fun, three is better. It's fine to play the third person as an NPC if you don't have a third partner.
3. Can we please... - Can we please have a threesome/try this position/do this? Your lover is trying to convince you to spice things up!
4. Phone sex - You want to get your lover off, but you're not right there with them.
5. Dirty pictures/video - You're making a video or taking some sexy pictures for a private collection.
6. Looking at/Watching porn - Enjoying porn together can bring you closer!
10. Sex drug - You've been given a sex drug and you need to get laid right now.
11. Cheating - You're cheating on your lovers with each other.
12. Voyeurism - You want to watch your lover have sex with someone else or for someone to watch the both of you together.
13. Possessed - Your lover isn't... exactly themselves. Too rough? Too gentle? Maybe they weren't even your lover before this...
14. Genderswitched - One or both of you is the other gender!
15. Glory hole - Stimulation awaits on the other side!
16. Sex club - You're in a club specifically for sex. Relax, have fun, try not to interrupt any orgies!
17. Teasing - Sending dirty texts, whispering things in your lover's ear, or just bending over a little too much, you're determined to drive your lover crazy with teasing.
18. Blackmailed - You were blackmailed into doing this...
19. Webcam/IM - You're cybering!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[The thing is, Loki's a really attractive person. God. Alien. Thing. Tony's thought that since day one, which is probably how he ended up getting hurled to his near-death, honestly. But at that point, Loki was still a guy. A nice-looking guy, mostly crazy, but a guy.

Now he has a spectacular pair of breasts and hips and Tony's never been more convinced that there really is no God, because this shit just isn't fair at all.]

That's a good look for you.

[Not the wisest thing he could choose to say, given that he's just eaten an energy bolt and there's still a battle raging around them and Loki's still looking at him with that fucking imperious-slash-murderous look on his (her) face. But hey. Tony likes to court danger. It's a thing.]

*Tony Stark was a rarity among the humans. He was interesting in a way that meant Loki only tried to halfheartedly kill him compared to the majority of the other Avengers. Those attempts usually came after he made some crack or another in an effort to be clever, but he was interesting all the same-- fool tongue aside.

Though the argument could be made that that tongue of his was part of Tony's appeal. The thought had crossed the God's mind in fleeting moments that Loki would forever blame on battle lust. It was easy to confuse the two when you were raised with Asgardians.*

So I've been told. Interesting that those should be your last words, Stark.

*The advantage is definitely in her favor (Loki has been many things and one's sense of self is entirely fluid when you consider yourself a god of chaos) for the time being. It's a thing that's happened before and the Avengers, ridiculous creatures that they are, have always managed to turn the situation around in the nick of time.

...An annoyance to say the least.*

I wonder, do you prefer a quick death, or shall I draw it out to make you suffer? Allow you the small hope that one of your teammates will arrive before I've deigned to finish you off.

[JARVIS's voice piped up inside the Iron Man suit's HUD. Power is at 24.8 percent and increasing.

Shit. That wasn't good. Whatever Loki had done with that last energy burst had fried the suit's sensors, or at least put the whammy on them. Tony hesitated, thankful for the suit's blank mask so that Loki wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing him grimace; at least then he wouldn't mistake it for fear from the blowhard god's pitiful threats.

If I might make a suggestion, sir? JARVIS hesitated as if politely awaiting a response, then continued. Stall for time. Systems should be fully operational at max capacity in two minutes, seventeen seconds.

Which was more than enough time for Loki to rip his spine out through his nostrils and defile the corpse and still make a clean getaway.

Never let it be said that Tony Stark doesn't love a good challenge, though.]

If those were my last words, why'd you ask me a question? Come on, Rudolph, you're smarter than that. Unless you traded out your brain for those tits.

[He pops the mask on the suit to reveal his face -- infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his mouth and all. He rakes his eyes over Loki, purposefully fixing them on the...ample cleavage.]

I mean, they're very nice tits, don't get me wrong, but you should stop getting your intel about Earth from reality TV and porn. There's actually no scientific correlation between intelligence and cup size.

[30.2 percent power.

Tony stepped forward.]

So what's the story with those things, anyway? With the whole look? Is this some kind of magic sex voodoo or did you go to some shady clinic in South America or what? Are you still going by Loki, or is it Lucy now? Lori? Loketta? I like that one, for the record. Sounds exotic.

*God Loki may be, but she's not above rolling her eyes. Tony Stark tends to bring out the urge to do so more often than not anyway. Now is no exception. The really sad part is that Loki knows he's stalling, knows he's trying to buy time for that suit of his to power up. She'd learned from previous battles, had adapted strategies to deal with him specifically, and knew she should strike now.

And still she stayed her hand. Only the Norns knew why.*

For someone meant to be a genius your grasp on the realm of possibility is limited at best. I am Loki, and I can be anything I so choose. This is what I am, just as I was when we previously met. Regardless of the form I wear, I will be your death.

*Most people with half a brain would be running for their lives, not exposing a weak part of their body and moving closer. Never mind trying to rile the person actively threatening to kill you. And yet--*

You should consider yourself fortunate that I've not sewn your lips shut yet. It's a possibility I haven't entirely written off.

[Tony's not a stupid man. Obviously, but yeah, he knows that Loki knows what he's doing. It's pretty obvious, for one thing, but he also doesn't underestimate Loki's fierce intelligence. That's part of why he, God help him, actually kind of likes the psychopath. Strangely enough, Bruce is the only other person on the planet who actually understands. He doesn't approve, naturally, and he gives Tony that disappointed look every time it's brought up in a debriefing that Tony's supposed to try to apprehend the god, not trade insults, but Bruce knows better than anyone what it's like to find a dark mirror of one's self and feel drawn to it despite one's own better judgment.

The fact that he hasn't ended up a smear on the pavement a dozen times over by now is proof enough that Loki must feel at least a certain degree of that as well.]

Anything? So, what, you could be a pony? Wait, I shouldn't make horse jokes around you. That's rude. But seriously, like, you could be a llama. Just imagine how cool that would be, if you decided to try your next doomed take-over-the-world plot in the form of a llama. You'd be too cute to kill. You could order everyone to worship at your hoof. Llamas have hooves, right?

[Tony, what the hell are you doing? This time it's Clint's voice in his ear, the comm system evidently back online, and Tony rolls his eyes and cuts power to his feed.]

And you know, you keep saying that, but I don't see you making any moves. I think you're a lot of talk, princess.

[Tony's head dips slightly to the side and he studies Loki, grin stretching wider and becoming much sharper at the edges, malicious now instead of playful as usual.]

Is that a thing in Asgard? Sewing lips shut and all? I've read stories. You find out you have a very specific kink for that and you're hoping I'll say yes, or what?

*It had been difficult at first to understand what it was about Earth that Thor loved so much aside from the woman that had managed to hold his attention for the time being. The majority of the humans that infested the planet were dull, simpering morons that didn't deserve the lives they wasted.

Then there were the exceptions to that rule. Few and far between as they were, they managed to hold her attention and provide a modicum of entertainment. If Tony hadn't been one of those humans he would certainly rank among the casualties Loki had already left in her wake. Particularly after alluding to Sleipnir.*

I don't know, I'd much sooner turn you into one so we can find out for sure that way. Certainly the more interesting prospect.

*She watches him, deciding exactly how she's going to hurt him in the very near future.*

A masochist isn't something I'd taken you for. My but you do manage to surprise.

*That smile is met with a narrowing of her eyes as she takes a step forward, and then another. She's summoning her magic even as she moves with every intention of knocking the man down a peg or two, of letting the energies blow up in his face just to get him to stop speaking long enough for the urge to tear him limb from limb to pass.*

Let's test your theory, shall we? I promise you this will hurt.

[See, the thing is that Tony knows that, too, is well aware of how much shit Loki puts up with from him. In a way, it's expected; he's Tony Stark, he's been getting away with this kind of crap for pretty much his entire life. But on the other hand, it's also kind of flattering. He's seen Loki flatten others for far less, has heard Thor's stories, and yet he's still here, still rambling. How is he not supposed to be flattered?]

I probably shouldn't say this, either, but I think I'd make a great looking horse. A stallion, no doubt. Tan with black hair, maybe shaved into a trendy pattern that all the other horses would mock before scrambling to copy. Yeah, I could work with that. And the best part of all?

[87.3 percent power.]

You'd still wanna fuck me.

[He's never come right out and said as much before to the mad god (goddess, alien, sociopath, whatever), but what the hell. If the suit doesn't hurry up and get back to full power soon, he's probably going to be missing a few internal organs soon anyway, so why not go in style?

He takes another step closer, stretching his arms out wide in the surest display of arrogance he can make in a powered-down suit.]

I mean, we both know you think about it. In either form. And yeah, maybe I've rubbed one out to you before once or twice, too. I'm a slut, though. I embrace it. Kinda my thing. What's your excuse, besides the fact that you like me?

[96.8 percent power.

Tony's not a magician, but he's also not unfamiliar with slight-of-hand and illusions (thanks, Loki!), so he keeps talking to distract from the way he releases the catches on the gauntlets to open the discs of metal in the center of the palms, just waiting for the right moment to unleash a repulsor blast strong enough to get him the hell out of a situation he walked his pretty ass right into. Par for the course.]

Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I could surprise you. But yeah, just so you know?

[He risks one more step forward, fully aware of the energy crackling at Loki's fingertips. His voice drops a little, lower and raspier, and he offers a wry grin and a playful crook of his eyebrow.]

It's better when it hurts.

[Systems online. The suit is back to full power, sir.

Tony purses his lips and sends a mocking smooch as he tilts his hands inward and cuts loose, aiming both repulsor beams straight at Loki's midsection. He's learned from previous experience that it's not enough to kill her; shit, he's not really certain if the fucker can even die at all, given the beating he's taken from the Hulk on more than one occasion. But at the very least it should be enough to give him a few seconds to regroup.]

*His ramblings are as absurd as ever. She thinks, briefly, that the reason he's still alive is because he's ridiculous enough to make her laugh. Every King needs a fool. Why not have one of Earth's best and brightest for hers? Except he does manage to hit on a small bit of truth. She's considered taking him to bed before in both forms though the manner in which those thoughts had come about had been much the same. The idea of beating him soundly and then taking what pleasure she desired from him was something she couldn't quite chase out of her head.*

I would tell you that your ego is more than slightly out of control except I feel as if it's something you're already well aware of.

*The concept of like and dislike is vague where the god is concerned. Loki is curious. There's always been a desire to know more, to learn at any cost, and that desire is as alive and well as ever. So is the desire to flay him alive.*

I have lived for centuries. I highly doubt that there is much, if anything, you can do to surprise me.

*He keeps moving closer and she's prepared to deliver the blow she's been aching to unleash. His final words are enough to make her pause, giving him an opening she should have never allowed.

Loki feels the heat of the blasts, feels the force of them, and lets out a curse as she's forced back. It's only at the last second that she avoids being singed courtesy of the magic she'd prepared for another purpose. It's true that the damage wouldn't have been severe, it would have been an inconvenience at best, it's just more than he should have had the opportunity to inflict.*

Stark!

*The word is screamed toward the sky, glass shattering in the wake of her echo and sprinkling down like crystal. It's destruction for the sake of destruction, a threat to the precious mortals not possessed of the sense to flee. If she can't take her fury out on Tony then she'll simply make do with innocent bystanders. They mean nothing to her after all.*

[Tony is fully aware that he gets by with a lot simply by virtue of running his mouth at impossible speeds. People are generally too annoyed or dazzled by his constant chatter to focus on what he's deliberately hiding behind a wall of words. That Loki hasn't gotten bored and gutted him yet is encouraging and reason enough for him to continue.

Loki was right a few moments ago earlier as well when she accused him of being a masochist. It's not something he really advertises, but anyone who cares to pay attention can clearly see it in the way he courts danger like any other plaything. So the idea of getting into a knock-down drag-out with Loki and then fucking in the aftermath is...well. It's not unpleasant to him, let's put it that way.

That might still happen, he thinks, grinning to himself when Loki reels back to fend off the energy burst, screaming her frustrations to the heavens. Or Asgard. Or whatever. Tony spares a quick glance over the side of the building and breathes a quiet sigh of relief when he doesn't immediately see some poor bystander impaled with a giant, jagged piece of glass through the chest. The jets in the boots kick in and lift him off the ground, and he steers himself back toward Loki with his palms out and ready to fire again, the mask back in place and distorting his voice.]

You rang? And just so you know, I'm totally fine with the size of my ego. Never had any complaints, anyway.

[He hovers closer, still holding his hands out and ready to blast Loki again if the need arises.]

So what's it gonna be, your highness? You gonna go away and lick your wounds as usual and plot your next failed attack? Or are you gonna keep throwing your little tantrum until I have to come down there and spank you? Which, by the way, I'm really okay with.

Edited (got a name wrong. whoops.) 2013-08-26 01:15 (UTC)

*There are no words this time, no banter to indulge in or gloating when she aims another blast at him. It had taken him down before and she'd allowed him to get away. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice if given the opportunity.*

Your mouth will get you in far more trouble than you're prepared to handle without your suit. Unless you care to prove me wrong and come down here. Face me without your toys and then we'll see just how brave you are.

*His words aren't completely ineffective. They serve to set her mind in motion and that is a dangerous thing indeed.*

You would enjoy that far too much. To have a god bent beneath your palm, to have the kind of power-- that level of control. Would it frustrate or please you when you had to hit harder and harder just to leave the faintest of marks? Does a sadist lie on the flip side of the coin?

Difference between bravery and stupidity, Loki. You expect me to go toe-to-toe with you just on your word that you won't use your magic if I don't use my suit? First, no, you're full of shit. Second, you're also some kind of freakishly strong alien who doesn't even need magic. Third, no, seriously, you're really full of shit.

[He does, however, come down a little after swerving out of the way from her blast, which still nicks the side of the suit and leaves an eerie tingling sensation he can feel even through the metal. JARVIS starts rattling about how there was no damage done to the suit, but that Tony should avoid a direct hit if possible. Well, duh.]

Well, I don't know what I'd do. Haven't managed to get Thor to agree to that yet. [He knows he shouldn't say it, knows it as surely as he knows his own name, but it still slips out.] Wanna play sloppy seconds and pick up Thor's scraps as usual? Or do you only do that when you're a guy?

[Which, in a way, is a kind of answer to the question; Tony is a sadist, but one of a verbal bent. He's not so much into causing real physical pain, but he's beginning to think he might give it a shot anyway.

He drops back down to the roof and stalks closer to Loki, all sure and steady because apparently he really is a glutton for punishment.]

Come on. Let's blow this pop stand. Just you, me, an open field somewhere, and we'll beat the hell out of each other for a while and see what happens. No harm, no foul. What do you say?

God of Lies. God of Mischief. God of Chaos. Silver-tongue.

*She lists off the titles as if they're nothing, lips curling in derision.*

Notice that not a one speaks to honesty or nobility. And neither did I.

*A brief moment passes where she considers leaving the fight to plot and plan her next move. It's over almost before it's begun at the mention of Thor and the insulting question that follows. It's the mention of her not-brother's name and the insinuation that comes with it that colors her better sense and blinds her with rage. She's ready to take aim again, to blast him from the sky and let him fall to his death from where they've secluded themselves in full view of his comrades-- Thor included-- when he lands on the rooftop.*

Are you suicidal? You already know that you stand no chance against me though I'm more than willing to take you up on your generous offer.

Maybe. Maybe not. Don't you wanna find out?

[Tony can plainly see the fury in her eyes, the half-mad way she practically spits her words at him, and a wiser man would hit the road at this point. For all his brilliance, Tony isn't exactly wise, which is how he ends up walking forward until he's close enough to touch, though he doesn't dare. He does, however, pop the face plate again, raking his eyes hungrily over Loki because fuck it, he's dropped out of a wormhole and survived; might as well live dangerously.]

See, ever since you showed up with your daddy issues and your "I hate you, you got more attention than I did" shtick with Thor, I haven't been able to decide if I'm more interested in fighting or fucking you. But the fact that you keep making threats you don't follow through with? That tells me you've already made up your mind. So if you're absolutely set on killing me, be a good sport and grant me a last wish, okay?

[One more step closer to bridge the distance between them, so close now he can practically feel the cold radiating from Loki's icy glare. It doesn't stop him, just makes him turn on his most charming, seductive smile and reach out to touch his finger under her chin, though he stops just short of actually making physical contact.]

Let me find out first how hard you have to fuck a god before she screams.

*This is why she keeps him alive, she thinks again. This is why she hasn't quite brought herself to end him. He's an element of chaos in this world that she appreciates on multiple levels. It doesn't change the burning desire she feels to hurt him, but here he is, handing her the golden opportunity on a platter.

There's no missing the way he looks at her and she finds herself enjoying it despite her anger. It would be easy to kill him where he stands now that he's made himself vulnerable, it would just be easier still to take him up on his offer.*

You would accept your own death just to know what it is to fuck a god.

*She straightens to her full height when he moves to touch her, not backing away, just simply watching. And waiting. She can't get a solid read on him though she doesn't believe he would die as willingly as all that. That she's actually considering what he's just said to her is something she'll chastise herself for later. Better to get it out of her system now, better to exorcise the desire, satisfy that burning curiosity, so that the next time they meet she can kill him without compunction.*

Who says that I would be the one screaming when I would cradle your life in my hands in much the same way I would cradle your body between my thighs; without mercy, without an ounce of tenderness or remorse. Do you still wish to walk into this willingly?

*Now that her own decision has been made, his makes little difference. She'll take what she wants regardless.*

[Male or female, god or human, Tony knows that look, that appraising eye that turns approving and all but screams that he's in. He's seen it from enough people over the years that he recognizes immediately the moment Loki accepts his offer.

She's interested, that much is obvious. Tony just hopes he knows what the hell he's doing.]

Well, to be honest, I don't actually plan on dying anytime soon. But if I have to go, death-via-sex seems like a pretty great way to do it. Fitting, too. I don't really think anyone would be surprised.

[He lifts his eyebrows at her when she continues to speak, still that same better-than-you haughtiness he remembers from every other time he and Loki have crossed paths, and yeah, something about that stuck-up regalness just does it for him. He licks his lips with deliberate slowness, mind racing with possibilities and damn near short-circuiting for all the many months he's spent building elaborate fantasies about the two of them -- with a male Loki, incidentally, but yeah, this could work. This could most definitely work. His throat goes dry at the mere thought of losing himself in the tight clench of her body, softer and curvier than he imagined before, but no less deadly and so very bad for him. He imagines pale thighs bracketing him and sharp nails digging trenches down his back as he thrusts into her, every bit the animal she probably already sees him as -- or maybe she's not the type to let herself be taken like that. Maybe she'd rather ride him instead, nails scoring into his chest as she works her hips over his cock, breasts swaying with every frenzied movement, head thrown back to expose the long column of her throat, dark hair spilling in black waves down her back...

Tony swallows hard and nods once, twice, and finally works out a somewhat shaky but honest grin.]

Eyes wide open, baby. And just so you know, I'm not a screamer myself. You're more than welcome to try, though.

Your arrogance is nearly overwhelming and I have spent an eternity with Thor. There is still a very real chance that I will kill you simply to keep you from gloating after.

*It wasn't like she could control Stark the way she had Barton. His will was still very much his own. Where the thought of sexual gratification was appealing, his inevitable mouthing off about it was decidedly not. Then again, she would enjoy the look on Thor's face if he were to find out that she'd taken one of his precious mortal comrades to bed.

Even as she's considering what she wants to do to him, considering all the ways she wants to hurt him and bring him pleasure alike, her mind is running over the consequences. The same madness that had driven her attempt on New York was no longer driving her now. Her anger and bitterness remained, but along with it was the cunning, devious nature that was ever present beneath.

In the end the benefits outweighed any negative consequence. Even if they hadn't, the look he directed at her would have tipped the scales. Loki could practically see the gears of his mind as he mulled over the possibilities. Given that his was a gifted mind, she was intrigued as to what he'd come up with.*

Then try I shall.

[Tony puts a still-armored hand to his heart in feigned shock.]

I'm a gentleman, Loki. I never kiss and tell...unless it's to Playboy or something, but no, I'm not going to rent a plane to fly around New York with a banner saying "Tony Stark Fucked a Psycho." For one thing, I don't know that those companies allow swearing. For another, there are way too many potential psychos who might get confused, and then I'll have to deal with Doom getting pissy with me about how I'm spreading lies and propaganda about him, he'll throw a tantrum, I'll have to go back to Latveria -- which sucks, by the way; there's like one bar in the damn place and it's all really bad domestic beer that tastes like it was brewed in a pig trough -- and yeah, I'm not doing that again.

[He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and grins.]

Which is a long way of saying your secret's safe with me.

[Finally, she says yes, and Tony's grin widens.]

So where we goin'? I mean, I'm fine with exhibitionism and everything, but I'm pretty sure Fury would put a bounty on my head if he saw us getting freaky out in broad daylight in midtown Manhattan. Pick your battles, you know?

[He is not going to suggest the tower, even if he's thinking it, because there's a line that would definitely be crossed if he invited the god of mischief into his house. Like a vampire or something, then Loki would have permission to come and go as she pleases, and that just won't do.]

*It's as he rambles that she considers enforcing his silence with a curse or two-- at least until he starts in on Victor. It's enough that even she has to work to hold back a smile. Without an open invitation from the man, the food and drink do tend to leave something to be desired. Fortunately for Loki there were more benefits than just the one to be had from a closer association with the man.*

I certainly hope your stamina extends beyond how long you can run off at the mouth.

*It's the only acknowledgment that he'll be getting from her about any of this needing to remain a secret. If he's looking for gratitude, he won't find it. Especially since he has far more to lose if any tryst between them happened to be discovered. The trust of his teammates for one. Thor's respect for another. Then again that might only be something Loki had ever felt a sting of loss over.*

This is your world. I'll defer to you as to what would be best. I know if I were potentially facing my death I'd wish to choose the setting.

[Tony can't help but laugh at that, shaking his head a little.]

Oh, sweetheart, believe me: you don't need to worry about my stamina. It might not be godly, but it's damn close.

[And yeah, Tony's more than aware of just how deep a pile of shit he's in if this ever gets out in the open. Not that that's enough to stop him, naturally, because the threat of shame and public ridicule has never been enough to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do, but still. He knows what he's doing.

And he knows before he even says it that this is a bad idea, but...well.]

My place, then? And for fuck's sake, quit with the empty death threats, would you? If you were gonna do anything, you would've done it by now. And after you have me once, trust me, you won't ruin your shot at seconds.

I don't take disappointment well.

*She considers his invitation, considers her vulnerabilities by walking into the proverbial lion's den, and what her options of escape would be. The Widow had been believable enough on the Helicarrier to slip behind Loki's defenses just far enough to divine what she'd been after. Reasonably she knew that Tony Stark was no Natasha Romanoff, doubted that this was some elaborate trap, and remained suspicious all the same. When you had made as many enemies as she had it was an unfortunate side effect.*

Maybe I'm just trying to lull you into a false sense of security. There's also the possibility that I might still try and lure you over to my side of this little game we keep playing. Either way our time is limited so long as we remain here.

[ Open to all prompts other than sex-swaps. Aaand here's a kinks list. ]

[ Open to everything but genderswitched. ]

[OOC: No Hardcore 4 or 10, no genderswitching. Open to anything else though.]

((open to any and all prompts or combinations thereof!))

*Ask first if it's hardcore or fail!*

[ bonus points for fail, open to all other options tho ]

[ooc: Anything goes. ~~andalsoum my kingdom for a batman?~~]

*Kinks list here!*

[OOC: No fisting and not super-keen on the roleplaying option.]

[Regular, public, and roleplay categories preferred. Most miscellaneous prompts A-OK.]

(ooc: Nothing from Fail. Ask about toys and hardcore first.)

[No fisting, incest, and electrosex, please]

The basics!

Any age, your choice or leave it up to me.

[NO noncon, NO fisting, NO bloodplay. HET ONLY please.]

Edited 2013-08-25 04:00 (UTC)

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