Random Smut Prompts Meme

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Baby, I Want You

(Random Smut Prompts)

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01 † first time. Either you're literally a virgin or it's just the first time you've slept with this person. Either way, don't let any butterflies in your stomach stop you.
02 † while you were sleeping. Your lover looks so good right now, you can't even wait until they wake up to jump them. You decide to wake them up with a pleasant surprise.
03 † just an experimental game. This person isn't the type you'd normally sleep with either because of looks, personality, or gender, but you've decided to give them a try anyway.
04 † not my first choice. The person you're with right now is your absolute last choice, but they're there and they're willing to be used at least, maybe they're even letting you call them by your first choice name (willingly or not).
05 † need you back. You broke up, but that was a mistake. It's time to make things right and make love.
06 † tonight's the last night. Tonight is the last night you'll see each other for a long time, so make it count.
07 † meeting again. You've been separated for a long time because your partner had business or had to go underground running from the law (have fun, maybe you're sleeping with a ghost!) and now somehow you've wound up together again. Make it memorable.
08 † need you. You're desperate for the other, burning up for their touch. Neither of you can say no.
09 † rough. Whips, ropes, chains, or just good old fashioned angry sex.
10 † no is not an answer. Your partner isn't in the mood, but you are not going take no for an answer.
11 † break up. You're breaking up, but that doesn't mean you can't be together one last time for the road.
12 † accidents happen. You tried to make everything perfect tonight, but unfortunately it's all going wrong. Laugh it off or get upset, how will you react?

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[batmanta]

[Mentally, he attempts to command a blast of energy from his chest, but. Well, no go there, obviously. Worth a shot as soon as Tarantulas came into sight.]

Oh no. Whatever will I do.

Would'a pegged maybe Rampage for this, maybe Megatron himself. You, though -- wasn't so sure you were still doin' his dirty work, Spider.

[programmable]

Perhaps I am, perhaps I'm not. [a momentary chuckle that morphs into a long, sustained giggling laugh] Perhaps he's doing mine. Hard to say.

[speaking of hard, he was leaning up now, running his hands down Depth Charge's chest and slipping his fingers into the grooved opening of his blaster with scientific curiosity.]

I assume even a lone wolf like yourself has acquired some information regarding the Maximals' security protocols. That would convince me, perhaps, to--forget to involve Megatron.

[batmanta]

[He grunts faintly. It's uncomfortable, having someone move their fingers around in there, particularly the Predacon. But on his scale of how bad it is? Hardly even marks a 1.

A small snort of amusement and Depth Charge tilts his head.]

Sure. I have information. Now, am I gonna tell you scrap? That's the bigger question.

And I'm thinkin' no.

[programmable]

Don't answer so hastily, my aquatic friend. I can be very persuasive, given the right elements. [And he withdraws a hand to reach up, dragging a claw down the side of the manta's face lightly.]

You're very brave.

[he taps an optic, gently, oh so gently, with that claw, and then abruptly pulls away and moves over to a table of nasty looking instruments]

I hope you're the long lasting kind of brave. I really am out of practice.

[and then he was coming back over with a malevolent looking glowing pliar-looking tool] Now... let's see... Should I start on those pretty water wings, or set my sights a little lower?

[batmanta]

[Oh. Goodie, it's going to be one of those. And he sincerely doubts that Primal and his crew are going to figure this out anytime soon, and Megatron hasn't told Rampage because otherwise he could count on X throwing a fragging fit about this.

His optics narrow and he just gives Tarantulas a sharp laugh.]

I dunno, but you better make it good. You're puttin' me to sleep here, Legs.

You versus X. Make it count.

[programmable]

[To be set against a creature like Protoform X was galling, particularly after his singular introduction to same, and his optics narrowed to tiny slits.] You're trying to rile me! Hoping I'll lose my focus and give you an opening.

Why, Depth Charge. That's insidious!

[he reached up, grabbing at the smooth vertical ridge of the Maximal's head with the pliars, and yanked, bringing their heads closer] And ultimately futile. I can do things to you that that malformed, woefully programmed predacon couldn't imagine in his wildest glitches.

The real genius in torment is audience participation, my wet little companion, so I'll give you a choice. Grant me access to your spark chamber, or I'll tear your interface hatch off its hinges.

[batmanta]

My glorious plan, ruined.

[There's a growl when his ridge is grabbed onto, forcing his face closer to the spider's. Depth Charge just narrows his optics at Tarantulas.

There is utter no fear, no terror in the way he glares at the mad Predacon.]

You just gonna talk to me all day or are you gonna actually do something?

[programmable]

Hmmf. [he answers that fearlessness with a mild irritation. He might play at a whimsical carefree attitude but damn does he have control issues.

Tarantulas leans to brush mouthpieces with the manta ray as he withdraws the tool, and a second later is working resolutely at that interface hatch. Much easier to get it open without consent than the spark chamber would be, he reasons.]

Did I mention my latest experimental project? I haven't had a chance to test it yet, but you'll be an ideal subject for it. I call it an Empathy Recalibrating Oppression Synchronizer.

In theory, it unlocks key emotional pathways from the user to the victim, bringing them into sync without all that messy sparkbonding and pain or pleasure sharing. I just need somewhere to plug it in...

[batmanta]

[The brush of mouthpieces makes his head jerk back a bit, or as much as he can. Mostly in surprise; there's the faintest sensation of disgust, but really, he's generally indifferent. Most of his fury is saved for X.

There's a brief grunt of discomfort at the pinch at his interface array until it becomes pried at with the tool in question. He snarls in pain as it starts to be pried open.]

Sounds-- absolutely fascinating. Really.

This gonna be a one-sided deal, I take it?

[programmable]

But of--course--[he grunted as he tore the array down and free, and discarded the pliers promptly] I can't risk your willpower overriding the machine, and it wouldn't be any fun for me if you were in charge. [he wandered over to his computer again, taking out a long cord with attachments on both ends--one was a slim plug and the other--a rather impressively large nozzle with eight thin long legs flowering from the tapered center.

The spider moved back to the web, plugging in the smaller end to his own neck, holding out the larger end to the level of Depth Charge's chin.]

You can try to lubricate it yourself. Or I can make it fit dry.

[batmanta]

[As the array is finally torn off, it earns another growl from the manta. He jerks his head to the side slightly, scowling with his red optics at Tarantulas.]

This ought to be hilarious.

[The thing about it is that while Rampage is brutal, knowing on a pure physical side of how to torture and maim his targets, Tarantulas has the engineering know-how to get creative.

Depth Charge isn't worried, but this is still going be annoying.]

Arachnids don't really do it for me, Legs. And you didn't say please.

[programmable]

...That attitude of yours is beginning to grate on me. [he was all but pouting, the lights all across his body flickering and dimming in angrier patterns.

He wasted no time inserting the device, whose eight legged extensions pressed close to the tip, until they were inside the manta ray's valve, at which point they opened slightly, digging their ends into the inner walls they were presented with]

Now please. Be a good mech.

[batmanta]

Aw, now you're trying to guilt trip me.

[The insertion is uncomfortable; his valve is dry and he didn't bother lubing it up, so it has a gritty feel to it. When the legs dig in, he hisses in discomfort.]

Well, well. At least you're using manners now. [He shifts slightly, which only adds to the pinching sensation inside of him.]

[programmable]

I'll find out what it takes to stop that mouth of yours, mark my words. [with the press of a button, the legs extend outward even more, opening and forcing the valve to stretch even more, and then they send a quick pulse of information up through available circuits, aiming to transmit pleasure, curiosity, lust--hunger--all the things he himself was feeling, rolling in waves of ever increasing intensity, threaded all through with the greatest of greed.]

Be sure to give me a full appraisal, Depth Charge. This is valuable research time.

[batmanta]

More than you're capable of, Legs-- hnn.

[As the legs extend out and push against the walls of his valve, Depth Charge gives a groan, mixed with pain and something like pleasure that's being forced as a feedback to his circuits. This is entirely from Tarantulas, he notes. How much of it is amplified by the device and how much is from the spider? Hard to say.

But it's still part of him.

Which earns him a strained laugh.]

Tarantulas, I-- ngh. Didn't know you felt that way. Cute.

[programmable]

[He climbed up onto the web, splaying out his spider legs in growing annoyance--that too was transmitted, one golden foot slipping up between Depth Charge's legs to take hold of his spike and tug.] I enjoy my work. You happen to be--[whatever he was going to say stalled midsentence as his computer chimed--an incoming transmission from Megatron.

He put his arms around the other bot's neck, trying to concentrate on maintaining proper control here. Obviously he hadn't taken his own impulsiveness into account, or Depth Charge's completely opposite ability to maintain control of his own impulses.

Fortunately the web was out of sight of the computer; Tarantulas doesn't seem at all keen on answering it, though, focused wholly on Depth Charge.]

It occurs to me that pleasure of any kind may be a foreign sensation to you, now. You're really quite tragic underneath that hard exterior, aren't you.

[batmanta]

[The sensation of Tarantulas's annoyance only earns another laugh from the manta, his optics glowing defiantly at the spider as he crawls up closer. The tug on his spike gets a growl.]

Not answering that, eh? Got better things on your processor, Legs? I should be flattered with your effort.

[The remark doesn't give him much pause in his quips, but his mind registers it. He doesn't want to acknowledge that as any part of truth. When was the last time he even felt happy? Briefly, he's glad this is a one-way connection.]

Like I said. Spiders don't really do it for me. And you have no idea what you're doing, anyway.

[programmable]

[he glances over his shoulders, a hand resting at one of Depth Charge's wrists] Megatron would likely insist I surrender you over to him. I am not asking your opinion on that fate, so keep it to yourself, hm?

[he likes the growl, though, he lets it reverberate through the one way link with an enhanced anticipation, something to take the edge off the frustration of how difficult his target was to break down, though that last part made him scowl a little]

You're being very foolish in your position, testing my patience with you like that. It's almost as though you want to be returned to Primal without any limbs at all.

[batmanta]

Looking out for my best interest, are you.

[The approval of his noise is a bit odd, to be feeling that the way Tarantulas does. Liked that, did he? Depth Charge tilts his head slightly.]

The hilarious thing about all this, Spider, is how much you think you're in control.

Surprise: you're not. You never were.

[The web is meant to contain their kind, this is true.

But Depth Charge is big and exerts and consumes more energy than most. And his willpower is nothing to laugh at, either.

With a roar, he tears away from the webbing, grabbing onto Tarantulas's wrists in order to pin him down onto the cave floor.]

What're you feelin' now, Tarantulas? The only way to get your wires tickled is to tie someone up, eh?

[Maybe to be obnoxious, rub it in his face, or something, he grinds his hips against the spider's. It's not terribly comfortable with the device still inside of him, but he's making a point of not removing it.]

[programmable]

Wha--Aaaaghh! No! [this intellectual discourse brought to Depth Charge by sudden and undeniable panic flooding in, as he twists and struggles and tries to turn to reach for the computer some eight feet away]

Megatron! Megatron, come in--[but it's too late even if he didn't have an oversized manta ray transformer on top of him. All his squirming is for naught, ineffective completely, and he digs his little claws into the cave floor in an attempt to get free--before freezing up at that grinding. It triggers lust he was already feeling overlayed on top of the fear of future pain]

W-w..wait, I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding..!

[batmanta]

[It's not-- he doesn't get off on the spider's struggling, that's a Rampage thing. But it does amuse him distantly at how things have switched around and made Tarantulas panic.

The wave of lust that rolls over him from the spider, though -- that makes him grunt and squirm a little as lubricant finally starts to form from his valve.

Well, that's not what he expected.]

My understanding is that you think you can break me, Legs. But it was a nice try.

[You can't break what's already broken.]

But sure. I'm listening. Since we're getting to know each other so fraggin' well right now.

[programmable]

I, I, it was--only how it happened to work out--[a wheezy sound of unidentifiable origin but an unmistakable attempt at remaining in control of his voicebox, glancing down--noticing Depth Charge still hasn't removed the device and suddenly realizing there's a way out of this that may not involve being slagged after all. But he'll have to play it way smarter than he has been.]

It's--beneficial--every so often to reduce strut tension and ...ah--[meanwhile he's mustering as much open, wanton desire through their link as he can, hoping to sway the other into--if not not killing him, then at least taking his time in not doing. If he knows Megatron, he'll have sent a patrol out to investigate why Tarantulas didn't answer, and if he can convince Depth Charge--in any way--not to scrap him, he might just make it out alive.]

You... mentioned I don't know how to do this--[which hurts man it hurts a lot]...perhaps you can show me.

[batmanta]

[It's tempting. To just slag him right now, call it good, something. But that wave of lust, of desire, passing through him -- he should have known that'd come from Tarantulas, but it amuses him terribly, too.

Because he doesn't think he has the ability to be afraid of anything anymore.]

That sounds desperate to me. [Depth Charge narrows his optics.] Hn.

[But he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't wet now in his valve.]

When's the last time anyone's fragged you willingly, huh? [He gives a slower grind to the spider's hips. Well, it at least looks like Depth Charge isn't going to scrap him.

Not that he cares, particularly. None of the Predacons have really bothered him. He cares more about killing Rampage than anything else that he's never really bothered unless it's protecting the other Maximals to some degree of logic that only makes sense to him. In the grand scheme of things, Tarantulas isn't much of a worry to him as he would be to, say, Blackarachnia.]

[programmable]

[the question takes him off guard, mingles surprise with his growing pleasure--and discomfort, as his interface plate warms and his ridged spike underneath said plate pushes up against it.

But Depth Charge has his wrists captured, he couldn't open himself even if he wanted to, and his spider legs are hardly sophisticated enough for the task. He wriggles, uncertain, arching hungrily into the grind]

...If you must know... eeuuh, never. There was no time. I have important callings! I have... [the most agonizingly needy roboner. How did it end up like this? It was so unfair. His mandibles grind together uncertainly as he tries to think of something else to say, and then tries to shift up to press those same mandibles to the small ring of neck between Depth Charge's head and his chestplate.] I can learn.

[batmanta]

[That's almost hilariously sad. Never? Didn't it figure, too, that Depth Charge is caught up in this. Nah, couldn't be anyone reasonably normal, right? He's going to 'face a mad scientist with twisted as slag perversions.

He reaches down warily, watching Tarantulas carefully when a wrist is released. The manta's hand gropes around to pry open the spider's array. Much gentler in comparison to tearing off a panel just to get to a mech.]

Not scared that I'm gonna hold this over you? [He pauses, tilting his head a bit to kind of invite the mandibles.

Frankly, after this, he doesn't intend to mock. Not because he cares, but the exact opposite. Depth Charge just doesn't put Tarantulas high on his list. As if that wasn't obvious.]