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?

Comments

[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.]

[programmable]

Blackmailing me would be difficult. [though not impossible, and he almost sounds as though he approves of an attempt--it's very Predacon. When his wrist is released, miraculously, he behaves, staying very still until he hisses softly at the opening of his array. Like he has grounds to complain at all.] While Megatron isn't unaware of my extracurriculars in general, he avoids specifics. [a fact which kind of delights Tarantulas, really.

Something else that delights him is how big Depth Charge is, as he lavishes little wet faceplate kisses on that neck, his free hand going to yank the plug from the side of his own neck--but not before the excited feeling of being overpowered--and potentially reversing that state again--made it through.]

"Are you going to talk or are you going to do something?" You turn a good phrase for a Maximal, manta.

[batmanta]

So basically he wouldn't give a slag. [He sounds entirely indifferent. Again, he's not really interested in utilizing this for any reason, just. Well, he's terribly turned on and needs to do something about it and he doesn't see the spider refusing him.

Good enough.

He briefly has to go still at the wave of excitement running through him from Tarantulas; his fins on his back flick slightly, not quite quivering at the odd kisses that feel surprisingly good on his neck, and he snorts before he reaches to press a finger into the scientist's valve. There's no way he's going to fit right off and he's probably Maximal enough to consider that. He doesn't really get why Tarantulas is yanking the plug out on his side or what's happening, but whatever.]

Yeah, I'm just full of surprises. [He crooks his finger.]

[programmable]

[The scientist grunts and wriggles again, this time even less effectively, as his valve is rudely stretched by Depth Charge, reaching up with a two-toed claw to stroke the inside of one thigh.]

Taking our alternate modes into account, it makes more sense for me to use your port, devilfish.

[batmanta]

What, you want me to advise you on how to frag me? That sounds like a bad idea for both of us,

Hmph, get this thing out of me first. [Absently shifts his hips at the foot. He reaches to idly touch a spider limb with no violent intent.]

[programmable]

It could further my anatomical studies on Maximal framework. [his visor tips down to observe the shifting, pleased at Depth Charge's reaction, and then his foot grabbed the device, deftly pressing a button that relaxed the extended arms and allowed it to slip out easily.]

[His free hand goes back up to touch the side of Depth Charge's head, possessive grabbing, in defiance of the manta's superior strength and influence. The touch of his spider leg yields a soft, chittering purr of surprise.]

...Are you going to let my other hand go?

[batmanta]

Can't say you could compare mine to other Maximals. They're usually smaller and more whiny. Maybe not enough oil.

[He goes still when the device slips out of him without a single tear, because he'd been tempted to just pull it out violently anyway. Maybe to prove a point. But that doesn't seem necessary. He expected the Predacon to give more of a fuss.

At the touch, he gives a wary growl, but he doesn't flinch or strike him; the touch to his fins on his head is actually kind of. Pleasant. Not expected.]

Well, let's see where you go with this.

[Tactically speaking? A horrible idea to let your enemy be free. But he is absolutely unafraid of Tarantulas and what he could possibly do. The only limitations he can see here is to make sure he gets out of this stupid cave alive, because his work is unfinished.

Anything else doesn't matter.

So, with a snort, he releases Tarantulas's other hand.]

Let's see what you're made of, Spider.