bakerstreet | ( is that a smut prompt in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? )

( is that a smut prompt in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? )

( reverse ) one-line smut meme

Silence is golden - words are priceless. So that means dirty talk is incredibly valuable.

( how to play )

Leave a top-level, either blank or with prefs.
Reply to others...with one line only. All other comments can be as meaty or sparse as you'd like, but the rule is that the starter tag must be one line (not counting ooc chatter).
Use your brimming imagination or use a few of the many prompts available to copy and paste.
Have fun!

[ ooc: Gimme anything and everything. ]

"Ready for this toy to stretch you open?"

Nagisa laid back on a bed, more than big enough for the both of them. Legs spread, she looked up, nodding. "As... much as you can, Cor." Even if it hurts.

"Then let us begin..." He moves the long toy with a large base in question into place, his spare hand coating it with lube. Dubbed a 'mobile fucking machine', its base has a built-in feature to make the upper part thrust as fast or slow as its settings are set to.

"Just tell me to stop if it gets too painful for you," he reminds her, right before he starts pushing the dildo part of the toy into her pussy. Unless she does indeed tell him to stop, the toy will keep being pushed in until it bumps its tip up against her cervix.

Goodness it's huge - and it looks powerful. Is it going to fuck her even harder than Cor could himself? It seems all too likely...

Nagisa nods, holding her legs apart as he works the toy in. Taking until it's just touching her cervix is perfectly fine.

Cor pauses to allow Nagisa a few moments to adjust to the toy being so deep inside of her, rubbing his free hand over her inner thigh in a soothing manner. "Since I'm not hearing a 'stop' yet, we're gonna continue..."

He then turns the toy on. And it immediately begins a series of deep, semi-strong thrusts. Reaching back onto the base for a few seconds, and then pushing forward several inches to shove its head up against her cervix for another few seconds. Back...and forth...in a fluid manner that makes her feel every inch moving against her inner walls...

It's so deep - too deep for a normal girl to possibly enjoy, she's sure, so it's a good thing that she's a little... messed up? "Y-yes. Please..." She won't say 'stop' for a long while yet.

Nagisa grimaces at the the first thrust, though; it's a little uncomfortable and that's unavoidable. Pushing her limits is the point, though, and the toy pushing against her cervix is just what she wants to push her even further.

It's definitely deeper than most men could fuck inside of a woman. And yet, it feels just about deep enough for Cor to reach on his own...

He notices her grimace, and looks a little concerned at first. But she seems to be handling it well, so he begins to turn up the speed and force of the thrusts by a notch or two. It's starting to feel more like the kind of thrusting Cor himself would do with her, were he that deep, the head pushing more and more against her cervix, almost as if trying to sink into it...

"How does it feel now? Good? Bearable? ...think you can relax enough to make it feel better?"

Deeper than most could, deeper than they should, maybe not even as deep as Nagisa can handle it despite the pain. It's going to plunge into her womb, even if it has to batter it into submission, and she gasps and focuses on keeping her breathing steady.

"Good. ...good hurt," she says, chest heaving. "Trying to... ah! Relax... more."

"I know you can relax just a little more," he reassures her, pe5ting her still-flat belly in a comforting manner. "You're already doing better than I expected so far. You're a hardy young woman, and I know the pain will give way to more pleasure very soon...once your body opens up fully..."

He then cranks the speed up another notch, making it more like something rutting into her than some machine. It seems to press more and more, bending and stretching her cervix further and further back. It almost feels like it's just about ready to give, and open up to the machine seeking to invade and wreck her womb...

"Try... ing..." Deeper breaths, but not too deep. Steady. It hurts, and that's part of the pleasure, as this machine fucks its way deeper into her body, forcing it to give way.

Through it all, she can feel her cervix start to give way, to finally give it entrance to fuck even deeper inside of her.

Cor knows that she's enjoying this, even if it hurts right now. He wouldn't be surprised if she's a little masochistic, at least for any kind of phallic thing pounding into her womb so roughly.

But they're both rewarded within moments as the machine finally pierces her womb with the pounding toy, creating a constantly moving bulge in her belly as it quickly fills and stretches her womb with its ongoing, rut-like thrusts.

(crosscanon, au, crau, and assumed cr always welcome!)

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"Fuck, your hands are cold."

"They could be a lot colder."

Alex let out a breath between his teeth after failing to smother the shiver growing at the base of his spine, creeping upwards like an icy tide. He had no doubt that the former wizard could make good on his... promise? Threat?

"I know. I didn't lie, the knives you found were the last of them." The final set of throwing knives being lifted away had made his stomach knot. He didn't need to be naked to feel exposed, just unarmed.

"Not sure why you would bring iron into my abode in any case. That's a - bad - move under any circumstances. Unless you rather enjoy a slow torturous death. But I don't think that's why you're here."

I love long dramatic pauses. But they have to be just right. Too long and people start to get confused and think you've gone space cadet. Not long enough and it just sounds like hedging or uncertainty. Get it just right and it has all of the tension and anticipation desired with none of those pesky side-effects.

"Is it?"

There's a slight twitch of his eyebrow when Harry says "iron," since that gives him something to go off of. The eldest Price sibling gives him the dramatic pause- if he was using words like abode in his threats, he was dangerously close to monologuing.

"No. Despite rumors to the contrary, I don't actively look for dangerous situations to throw myself into. I came here looking for your help. I didn't realize you were out of that business."

"My help?" I'm far more amused than I probably should be. It might show. "Help with what, exactly?"

News of Harry's heel turn has yet to read certain crytpozoological circles. Either that or someone's kept it from Alex while pointing him in Harry's direction.

"Forgive me if I'm a little careful about admitting to my needs around someone with elemental powers and a stated distaste for iron. I didn't bring my field guides with me, but I can make some guesses about what section of the library I'll need to look under."

His voice doesn't hitch, but there's a tension in his voice that makes him think of a branch weighted heavy after an ice storm, threatening to start to give under the weight. There's a cold, heavy feeling he can't break away from- though that could be his imagination. Dresden was a foot taller than him and had him backed against a wall. Add in a little more mocking, and he'd be having flashbacks to high school.

There wasn't exactly an announcement in the newspaper that Harry Dresden - wizard had altered his occupation. If there was a need to drum up business, there might be later.

"You just told me you came here for my help, but now you're not going to tell me what you need help with? I don't see how that's going to be a very productive conversation" I wave a hand casually. "There are so many things you might need - investigation, location of a missing person..." my voice drops half an octave, I can almost feel the gravel, "...to be bent over my desk. Feel free to enlighten me."

There's no almost feeling it for Alex. The rumbled threat is enough to throw him off saying anything for several seconds, seemingly having to recollect the words he was going to use and sort them back into their proper order after he's pressed himself a little more flat against the wall.

"It seems like you've got a lot more going on now than any case I could bring you." He's evading the question, because of course he is. He's not going anywhere near anything resembling a bargain here if he can help it. "Are you that eager to get me in your debt, Dresden?"

I laugh at him.

"Seriously? What the hell would I need with a debt from you? Are you that special?" I ask and take a step back, leaning against the edge of my desk. Why I still have a damned desk, I don't know. Keeping up appearances I guess.

He'd been expecting anger, so laughter and breathing room is a welcome surprise. He instinctively straightened his glasses and began to smooth down the lapels of his tweed coat, fingers tingling for the small blades he'd normally find hidden there. His weapons sat in a pile on Harry's desk, some of them, he'd wager, with steel turned brittle from sudden cold.

"Didn't think anything that wasn't would be worth your time or attention." He's avoiding looking at the desk, considering its place in his thoughts on Alex's needs. "Sorry to have wasted any of it."

He really does turn to try and leave at that point, because he figures there's no harm in trying.

"So, you came all this way, let me take all your weapons, and you're going to just leave? I'm beginning to think you don't even like me."

1. We have to hurry. He'll will be back soon.

2. What makes you think I’d ever fuck you again?

3. You’re really going to make me beg for it?

4. I'd let you tie me up if you wanted.