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My first name ain't baby, it's Janet – Miss Jackson if you're nasty
dirty talk dialogue prompt generator
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hey, how you doin' lil' mama? let me whisper in ya ear.
➊ comment with your character, info, prefs, squicks and icks, your standard fare.
➋ two ways to play this, amigos! either leave your top level blank and let the good people come to you with their what their character ends upsaddled with saying, ooooor roll the dice on a few options of your own.
➌ either way, you're going to want to hit up the generator for good measure.
➍ you give or you get one line. that's your prompt.
❺ go for the gold.
how to play
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➊ comment with your character, info, prefs, squicks and icks, your standard fare.
➋ two ways to play this, amigos! either leave your top level blank and let the good people come to you with their what their character ends up
➌ either way, you're going to want to hit up the generator for good measure.
➍ you give or you get one line. that's your prompt.
❺ go for the gold.
Holtzmann | Ghostbusters | F/F
2. "you're so cute I could eat you out."
3. "now will you please sit on my face already?"
4. "I'll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud."
5. "look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."
jyn erso || rogue one || ota
1: "kiss me here."
2: "do you think they can hear us through the tent?" / "yes, we can."
3: "I'm not done with you yet."
4: "I want you in my bed and between my legs."
5: "make me."
6: "I want you inside me." ]
cassian andor || rogue one || ota
1: "please, let me taste you."
2: "I want you to touch yourself for me."
3: "I'll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud."
4: "mmm, good morning to you, too."
5: "you feel amazing."
6: "I promise I'll be good."]
rey || star wars || ota
1: "I love getting you all worked up."
2: "will you show me how?"
3: "I'm so wet right now."
4: "you sound so pretty when you moan."
5: "I want you inside me."
6: "your fingers feel so good."]
ben solo || star wars || ota
1: "does it hurt? tell me to stop if it hurts."
2: "touch yourself and think about me."
3: "no, I do not always cum in my pants, that was the first time."
4: "oh god, (name), I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel you - that's it, baby. fuck yourself on me."
5: "say it again."
6: "tell me. in your mind, what are we doing in that bed? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it?"]
bodhi rook || rogue one || ota
1: "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day."
2: "can you feel what you're doing to me?"
3: "I want you so badly it hurts."
4: "can I touch you?"
5: "oh, god, yes, just like that."
6: "I'm yours."]
rose tico || star wars || ota
1: "I-I just - I wasn't expecting that. but I liked it. a lot."
2: "shh, we gotta be quiet."
3: "you look so innocent and I know you're not and that gets me weak as fuck."
4: "I'm always in the mood for you."
5: "are you trying to turn me on right now? because it's working."
6: "I want you to fuck me so hard I have to bite the bed sheets to stop me from screaming your name."]
Reko Yabusame | Your Turn to Die | 17+ OTA
1. Your head between my legs sounds good right now.
2. I need to feel you.
3. Touch yourself for me.
4. I want you to strap me down, fuck me hard and show me who's in charge.]
4 because obv
Uh. [Bad paused before he peered over at her, blinking slowly and considering his words carefully--]
I can do that.
i'm dying
[Par usual Reko is parked on her couch with legs crossed over one another, music sheets to her right and a hard-backed notebook in her lap. There's scratchy scrawls of beginning compositions not yet set down on sheets, half-formed lyrics dropped here and there.
Her pen is still touching the paper but she's looking at Bad himself. Had she been talking? One can practically hear the moment when it clicks in her head. It must be a testament to how often he's around nowadays that she doesn't exactly fluster or panic straight off the bat but just looks mildly surprised. Then again it had been a song lyric she could potentially growl out at some point so.]
Oh! Shit, uh --
[... Huh.]
Well you agreed t' that pretty easy.
you deserve a medal for nailing that ;;
He craned his neck innocently.]
Ah? Well, it ain't exactly a bad ask. I like it.
[He certainly hadn't caught on, either.]
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His shirt hits the back of the couch, Reko turns to blink at it and the pen tip pressed to her notepad continues making an impressive ink blot as her brain catches up once more.
Should she say something? Or like... correct things? It wasn't exactly a request, not really. Or it wasn't like two minutes ago.
Turning her head to look back at him now it's criminal how he's giving her this innocent look. Did he not get ruffled or something? She knew he had at one point, right? Were they at some weird state of comfortable now where she could demand to be fucked and he'd just be like, "yeah sure"?
Or in this case like the idea.
After a second of this ticking away in her brain she finally lifts her pen and uses it's point to gesture to the coffee table.]
What about yer sandwich?
[Even her mind thinks this is the dumbest fucking question she could pose in this moment.]
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Bad followed Reko's gesture to his sandwich and shrugged.]
It'll be fine cold. I usually eat katsu that way, anyway.
[Casually, plainly, Bad began rolling his shoulder and stretching. He did remember the spirit of the request, even if she posed it a little dryly--]
Oh. You should probably put your pens and paper away.
[Normally, Bad would be hesitant to flirt or deliver lines but he might have been a little more confident than usual just because he came up with what he thought was an absolute winner of a line.]
Don't wanna mess that stuff up. Just you.
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And still she's an honest creature at heart. Even as she leans to drop her pen on the coffee table and stacks sheet music into the notebook itself she murmurs a little sheepishly.]
Uh. It was just a lyric, y'know. I wasn't exactly askin' for it.
[Reko drops the notebook near enough to the coffee table, off to one side on the floor. She'd be a whole lot more careful with her things if she were paying a little more attention to them.]
Guess I am now though. Cause I don't much mind the idea of gettin' a little messy here.
[She's no winner at flirting or dirty talk either, not by a longshot. She's got natural charisma and all that but she'd always figured lyrics were one thing and dirty talking was another.
Maybe she was wrong though?]
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He hadn't realized how intense he'd gotten. Bad's idea of being soft and affectionate had lined up more closely with raw intensity. It came out easily.]
Huh. Guess that's my bad but at this point, it don't really make a difference. [His elbow touched down on the table the moment Reko finished clearing it, his other hand finding her hip and tugging her a bit closer to him. Bad's voice lowered a few octaves, albeit deliberately. She'd always seemed to zero in on that shift in tone. It was something he only really did in fights to intimidate monsters but for some reason, he knew Reko had a fondness for it.]
'Cause, honestly, at this point I'm just lookin' for excuses. Got me?
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She likes it, that mixture of softness and affection tangled up with raw intensity. She likes how it finds it's way into how he looks at her in these moments and others, how it tempers the way Bad touches her. It's naturally honest and the only thing Reko has ever wanted to be was honest -- with others and herself most of all.
The tone of voice is honest too. Or maybe it just feels that way. She's always been sensitive to shifts in tone and how they hit her and this one? It never fails to rouse up heat straight from her core to rush over the rest of her. First hot, then cold and then her fire is well and truly lit. Like that first time he looked at her all lovestruck and her first thought went along the lines of, "I'd fuck him if he let me."
It's a damn dangerous weapon but Reko isn't complaining. Not now, not when she's taking advantage of the tug to just edge right on into his personal bubble.]
You don't exactly got to look for excuses, y'know.
[Hell, if he gave her the right look and the right tone he'd have to peel her off of him. Was that a bad thing? Was it too much?]
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Kissing her, Bad barely had the patience to fall into the usual, gentle lull they could become easily fixated on. Instead, he pulled Reko flush against him, fingertips gliding deliberately beneath her top and along the small of her back. By then, he'd learned a few things. She always seemed to become fiercer and somehow needier when he showed initiative, almost demanding that he keep the momentum up. Spurred on by the look in her eyes alone, Bad broke the kiss off after only a few moments, glancing to the surface of the table.
He didn't quite have anything to strap her down with but he supposed it didn't quite matter. There was something a little more important than that in the rest of those lyrics. Bad, close to Reko's cheek, uttered--] That so? Well, show me.
[Part of it was performative. Knowing Reko loved it each and every time he--]
Now, lean forward on the table and put your ass up.
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Gentler moments weren't uncommon between them but Reko always felt so much more shy in those. Maybe it was because she was much more used to rougher, more detached moments of sex. Everything else felt so damn vulnerable and she sort of lived half in fear of blurting out some kind of name to a feeling she couldn't take back and half hating herself for being afraid to begin with.
Was it dumb to think though that Bad in all his fumbling ways with flirtation or dirty talk managed to do a good job of being just rough enough? Even now as he's telling her to show him, to put her ass up, commanding in that tone of his -- it's all a show and she knows it just as well as he does. She goes along with it more than willingly even if it's a little hard to peel herself away from how their bodies fit together in the first place.
She begins to move, pauses and then impulsively presses her mouth to his in this sort of tender way that thoroughly contradicts the orders and the dominance of the situation. It's warm, soft and gives off the sort of feeling reserved for lazy morning makeouts.
Then she moves to do as he said, her hands seeking for the opposite edge of the coffee table as she lays her chest and stomach flat against it. She rolls her hips and even with pants on it's a lewd as hell sort of position, particularly given the way she set her knees apart to boot. Reko damn well knows it too, her face flushed as she glances back over her shoulder at him but somehow managing to be utterly unashamed in the moment. Maybe it's because it's him looking at her like this... yeah, definitely, that's it. Because she likes to think later on he'll remember these moments, this pose, and maybe have to endure his own little dirty thought or two.]
Like this?
[Her tone is already breathless. She realizes yet again how fast and hard she's fallen for him as she watches him now. It's so frightening and arousing all at once that she can barely stand it.]
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The gentle roll of her back added pronunciation to the curve of her backside, lifted in a way that his words certainly hadn't prepared him for. Something in Bad bent and broke away and he moved behind Reko in half-steps with his knees. His free hand gripped her hip, curling in two fingers to pull her backside up, his groin hugging Reko's backside, pronounced and hard.
Even if accidentally, the two of them could get off. It was a subtle shift in how they moved with one another that turned it into something with more depth, fast. Bad spread his fingers out along the small of Reko's back, snaking beneath fabric until his palm was open and flat on her bare skin.
His voice descended even more and there was a harsh huff that escaped Bad, his eyes glancing around for something. He'd have to deliver on it later once he could focus on anything other than how the watchful look in her eyes as she looked back at him seemed downright expectant.
He hooked fingers beneath her waistband.]
Yeah. You feel me? Got any idea what I wanna do?
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There was always a later or a next time. She had come to count on that simplistic, unspoken promise.
She couldn't exactly think of fairness either when he had her pulled up against him. A little sound popped out of her mouth as he butted up against her, a little 'hah' that she didn't even bother to disguise. If Reko was open and honest anywhere it was in these moments, terrifyingly enough. His open palm against her back brings goosebumps on her warms, a wave of warmth traveling up her spine.]
Yeah. I feel you.
[Now even her tone was husky and low, not quite the growl she sang in at times but close enough. He was hard and warm against her and her pulse hammered away in her ears as she poorly resisted the urge to press back against him.]
You want to fuck me.
[She nearly purred out those words. His fingers were hooked in her waistband and she wondered if she'd ever told him she wanted to fuck him before. She hadn't been tentative exactly with the idea of flirting with him but maybe she could stand to be more brazen? If they were at a point where she could literally just ask for it after all.]
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The way his eyes ran over her was his current peak of degeneracy. Taking in Reko's pale skin, alight with goosebumps and flush with heat. The whisper of her breath came. The way she'd pressed into him earlier had him throbbing. Bad, impatiently, popped a button on his pants and drew the zipper down next. He didn't wait any more than that. The way she'd rolled her hips and the expression Reko burned into him told him to get to her and let foreplay be aftercare. It happened once in a while when impatience met romance. Romance had its place. It wasn't then and there. Suffice to say romance didn't factor quite so much into his arousal, which stood at end, swollen and aching. It was just about angry-looking compared to their usual gentle petting.]
Yeah. And, I'm gonna.
He followed her hips with his own, the tip of his member pressed to her entrance briefly, if only to very briefly act as a teasing reminder. He thought about teasing a little while longer until he felt his tip become slick with her arousal, leaving him with a single decision left to make. Bad's left hand gripped Reko's hip and he leaned in, beginning to bury himself into her. Once he was halfway in, his other hand found her hip and he pulled her in slowly, acclimating himself with the feeling of being enveloped by her until he reached her end.
He stayed in that position for a moment, as much for himself as it was for her. The sudden shift from the static sensation of his erection rubbing fruitlessly against the fabric of his pants to the coiling feeling of being in Reko had him pause, though he adjusted quickly enough--motivated by the initial wave of heat that boiled over him. Slowly, Bad began moving his hips, lifting them and lowering them to imitate that stroke over and over. Later, he'd be overly attentive to compensate. Do just about anything she asked but for the moment, he was listening to the case built up by his body--a very strong and honest one.]
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She didn't hate the softer moments, those really got her going too. That switch, the kind that made her want to treat him tenderly, that gave him those soft kisses before he left some evenings and some mornings, was good too. It filled her heart up in a different, softer way. This switch though ... it really was all about the hunger, wasn't it. Raw in a different way, aching and wanting in a more base and animalistic way.
Whatever else she might have thought just dropped away when Bad gave her that little teasing press. How she went from zero to fully revved up in moments was a mystery to her better thought about in another time but she was wet and goddamn did it ache. Bad saved her the possible later flushed embarrassment of outright begging for his cock when he grasped hold of her hip and tossed the idea further teasing aside to start pressing into her.
This was when Reko stopped looking backwards, at least for this moment. She had to bow her head, the feel of him parting her and slipping into her a little too much to combine with his expression at the moment. By the time his other hand joined the first and he pressed the rest of the way into her she realized she was outright groaning down at the coffee table itself. This time around the feeling of him fully inside of her was nearly as much a relief as it was anything else.
A relief that lasted only as long as it took him to move again. Then it was an ache all over again and as much as Bad focused on his body Reko couldn't help but to the same. She damn near pressed her forehead against the coffee table now, surrendering control to what he wanted to do with her in the moment. It was all she could do during those first few slow thrusts as the pressure began to build, the little breaths each time he thrust fully into her growing in time to these needy little cries.
Eventually though just allowing herself to be taken for a literal ride faded off. She was so damned hot and had to move too, had to brace her hands against the coffee table's edge again and push back as he pushed forward to meet him halfway.]
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The times they met each other in a more brutish, needy way had that same affection built up but it was predicated on an assumption. From time to time, it wasn't just a need for intimacy. It was a need for release and Bad knew the times Reko coaxed him into it had always been the ones he could barely remember the words or the flirting that came first. What he remembered had been the little look of satisfaction when he or she realized they'd gotten the other to lose a little restraint. When she lowered her gaze, Bad couldn't help but wonder what she'd looked like.
Not that he could focus on it any more than that. He moved to fit those sudden needs his lower half demanded of him. Bad repositioned his hands carefully, shifting his weight and angling his hips up just a little more, leaning back so he could meet Reko's hips, hard and sudden. The moment he could parse the noises in the background and focus on her completely, the sounds she made pierced him and he responded with a rolling growl that left him in a hurry. He could hear the soft 'slap' of them meeting, especially once she got in the right position to find him in the middle.
The next groan that left him would sound like a mixture of frustration and need. He couldn't articulate it any more than Reko could, grasping the table and nearly using it as leverage to push back against him. She'd been tight, that sensation of resistance rising up in him, his cock spreading her each time he met her harshly, feeling it more if only because her pants had her thighs still closer a bit, building up that pressure more quickly.
He took the initiative once again, thrusting his hips over and over in a way that left the table slowly moving forward with the two of them, Bad inching forward to follow Reko. The first time would be fine, he thought, his vision still hazy from focusing on her so intently. After that, they'd need the couch or they'd definitely break something. Unfortunately, that little part of him pleading for a bit more restraint was the lowest thing on his list of priorities. It wasn't getting the spotlight anytime soon.]
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The first time was indeed fine. Even the second time, that was fine too! Reko was so goddamned close here and if he just kept going at that pace and angle for a few more minutes she was sure she'd come. It was a pretty safe bet given the way her body was tensing and the outright moans passing her lips.
Then the world begins to sway just a little more than it strictly ought to be even with the two of them thrusting, one forward and one back. The intense building heat wasn't dampened but Reko was quick to gain just a little more awareness of what the fuck was going on around and underneath her than before.]
Uh.
[It was all she could get out before the coffee table really began to list forward like a capsizing boat in near perfect timing to that crest over the edge of this particular orgasm.
The sound Reko made was somewhere between a groan and a growl of annoyance. If she was tight moments before she definitely was now, the pulsing heat washing over her as she came in direct contrast to the words that came out of her so roughly at the moment.]
Think we're fuckin' this thing flat.
[The prediction really was apt because even if Reko's thrusts had stilled she was more than likely still going down with the ship if Bad didn't cut his own thrusting out real quick after. And it really spoke of how into this she was when her next words were:]
Just sayin' you better hang on back there.
[Because at this point? Fuck the coffee table. It had done it's job well and if it died in the line of service while Reko came then it was a fitting end in her book.]
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It didn't even sound like too much of a concern for her but the idea of being interrupted seemed like it would just frustrate him more. It certainly wouldn't be over the loss of a table, either. Instead of letting up or simply getting ready for it all, Bad opted for something a little more traditional--a change of venue. Though, not so immediately that he could take credit for it.]
Fuckin'-- [Slipping his arm around Reko's waist, Bad decided to lift her up instead, pulling her back flush with his chest. His other arm held her up by her thighs to keep her steady since her pants were still on and, with nothing resembling any additional time to ease up or relax for a moment, Bad huffed out his frustration, lifting his hips aggressively to continue making the same rough presses as before. With Reko held in the air against him, he could at least bury his face against her shoulder, breathing hard as he made it seem absolutely effortless on his part, the muscles in his arms and legs becoming hard through effort and that very sudden desperation.]
--Sorry, I ain't givin' up a second of this...
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Bad...
[She couldn't get out much more than that though, at least not right at the moment. Her hands moved to grasp onto the arm around her waist. This time she really didn't have any choice beyond being taken for a literal ride give she couldn't exactly move much and she was quick to not try to fight it. He had his face buried in her shoulder so she chose to lean her own head back against his shoulder and just let what tension she had been holding waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her ebb away.
Reko wasn't the sort to just let things happen to her usually. In the moment though with someone she trusted? This was pretty goddamn nice actually.]
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Each and every way they met, Bad could feel his member swell, arousal leaving his full focus in that one spot. With his hands alone, he could lift Reko and meet her with his hips. It was an effortless gesture for him, though there was still sweat built upon him--Reko leaving his heart beating fast. It was a mixture of excitement and the constant heat Reko left in him, begging for affection or intimacy. Her kindness, passion, and enthusiasm made his attraction to her even more intense when he let himself dwell on it. Reko had been gorgeous but knowing what sort of person she was made it something that could make him feel dizzy with feelings. It was wy the warmth of her breath on his skin was disorienting all by itself and it drove him to part his lips, searching for a question. He'd ask later. Bad could feel himself fall into a pattern swiftly, though it was building up a little more fire in him than he expected--that feeling of Reko, just as taken as he had been, feeling better and better.
Supporting her upper thighs with one arm, Bad drew two fingers under the fabric of Reko's pants and tugged them down her thighs and right off, huffing.]
C'mon--put your legs around me--
[As much as he wanted to fill in the rest of that lyric--] I need even more of ya'...
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In the end it was him holding her up again that shook her back into the land of reality, her hands left without something to hold onto. He had gotten her pants off of her in the next moment and she had to say she was grateful for it. Her clothes weren't exactly her foremost concern but she sure preferred not being hobbled by them now that she was in this position.
Reko turned a glance back over to Bad himself for the first time since the whole affair had begun. She was flustered but it was decidedly not from embarrassment or anything like that. Then she shifted on her own, shrugging out of her tanktop and camisole seeing little sense in being pantless if she wasn't topless as well. And honestly if he wanted her facing him she'd much rather be skin-to-skin for it.
The whole affair of turning around was done with a good bit of shivering on her part. Bad was hot inside of her and once her thighs pressed against his hips then her long legs themselves hooked around his back. She wasn't quite pressed up to his chest just yet, hands against his shoulders for at least a moment before they reached for his face.
Her tone was breathy but pleased.]
Other way was nice but this way is too.
[Reko gave a squeeze of her thighs against him, a light little tug of her legs against his hips like she could press him in closer somehow.]
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He took in a breath and lifted Reko with his hands, right on the precipice of falling into that heavy pace all over again. Her voice was putting him on edge, though that would never fail to be the case. There was only one question he could work out of his lips. He thought he'd be happier just kissing her or sucking on her neck but he did manage to eek out a single thought when he thought the time was right.]
You still... want it rough? [It might have been an unfair question, especially as Bad tested her just a little by pressing his hips to Reko's when she coaxed him with her thighs. His member was painfully swollen at that point, the brief pause in their rutting leaving him wanting to repeat the movement and thrust into her even harder than before. The hot, wet warmth between them had left his hips and thighs damp and the muscles of his legs taut with anticipation.
He'd held her so easily, Bad was confident he could carry Reko along so easily, she'd hardly need to worry about supporting her own weight at all. Though, he didn't ask her because he expected her to say 'no' at all. He asked her because he wanted to hear her ask for it. Because, at the end of the day, Bad could try his best to just sound romantic and sweet but he knew he could still long for something rough and tumble. Reko pulled that feeling out of him and it burned in his eyes, fixed on her as if it all hung on that one answer.
He'd make excuses to hear her talk when she was in the mood, after all.]
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Besides Reko could do the smooth words thing when she wasn't too flustered for it. Like right now with her brain thoroughly heated. Her hips shifted almost impatiently. He was so hard still and that look of his had her throbbing all over again.
She wasn't quite growling but she sure was rough in tone, the hands against his face moving one for his shoulder and the other for the back of his neck.]
Well, you did say you'd fuck me hard, right? So don't quit now.
[Because frankly she'd rather liked him grasping her thighs like he had been and like he still was, her only option having been to hang on. The hand against the back of his neck tensed a touch as Reko leaned in to bridge the gap there and press her mouth to his. They could talk more later after all.]
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He didn't know the words to describe quite how he felt, so he let the rest of him do the talking and it usually tended to work out. Fully enamored, he chased Reko in any kiss they shared and put his hands on her when they found each other too interesting to stay apart. In that moment, Bad was right back with her, his head swimming at her words and his eyes burning when she took him and kissed him. Slowly, he reciprocated, torn between where to put his focus.
It didn't take long to decide. With her leading briefly, Bad had his chance to try it out again. He lifted her hips, supporting Reko's weight with his fingers. He lifted her, then drove his hips up when he lowered her. In the moment, he could see where they met as he disappeared into Reko's entrance, his cock swollen from her voice, her embrace and the subtle demand she left before she kissed him. Her voice had been husky and heavy with lust but, as always, it contained an affection for him that threatened disappointment if he didn't share it right back with her. When he returned that kiss, Bad was slow and careful--knowing it would be cautious to be deliberate for the next part coming up.
It took him less than half a minute to build that all up, again. Bad worked with Reko when she tightened her thighs over him, shifting how he drove into her just slightly enough to keep from offering her anymore of a pause. The sharp pokes of her nails in him and the feeling of her resting her weight on his shoulders and hips left him lost in sensation--hurriedly bouncing Reko on his lap. Each time they met, he lifted his hips to offer her exactly what she asked for, confident that even if he were bad at everything else, he could absolutely leave her thinking he lifted weights every day for a very, very good reason.]
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Any time things started up hot and heavy though she just sort of inevitably forgot. Her grip on his shoulders was the culprit at the moment but hell if she noticed it herself. He'd built back up to their earlier pace and her mind just couldn't keep tabs on everything going on. She might be more capable at dividing her focus than he was at times but now wasn't really one of them.
Eventually the kiss did have to break off mostly because catching her breath was a necessity. There was the rising heat of another orgasm building up and it was all she could do to lean forward, pressing her forehead to his shoulder and groan out a breath.]
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When she leaned against his shoulder, Bad worked up the courage to say something in he ear, resting his chin lower so he could growl out his words. It was a struggle to say anything complex, his mind awash in thoughts. How she felt, how he loved her hugging him and how he couldn't think of many other ways they could possibly get any closer and more entangled in one another but he still managed to eek it out.
Between words, he grunted and shifted his weight, bouncing her on his hips in an effort to avoid any gap--any interval that would ruin the moment.]
C'mon, Reko. I wanna hear you belt it out. Scream for me, babe...
[What he hoped she didn't hear was the ounce of desperation left in him that wanted to let go and stop performing. That stamina wasn't as endless as he thought it was and a few beads of sweat were making their point, running down his cheek, accompanied by the smell of pomade taken with them.]
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If she hadn't been wrapped up in the situation she might have hissed back a, "And what if the neighbors hear me?!" but she realizes quickly even that was more than a little dumb. She sure hadn't kept quiet in that hotel after all.
She had meant to at least muffle herself against his shoulder but this particular orgasm somehow caught her off-guard. Later she'd blame that on his encouraging words, maybe slug him in the shoulder with a flushed face over the whole "dirty talkin'". She really fucking loved the dirty talking.
It started as a whimper but didn't stay there for long. Nails nipping into his skin as her hold tightened there came the crying mingled in with the cursing. She had never been a delicate talker but she was good about keeping her tongue tamed most of the time save for moments like these. Now her words came huffed out.]
Fuck. Bad... fuck.
[Thinking a straight thought was impossible.]
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What caught him and had him bending forward in exertion had been the red-hot lines her nails left in his back, hard enough to remind him of her but not so hard to draw blood. When he came, he growled out a rough curse of his own, drowning it out by kissing her chin and squeezing his eyes shut. Bad slowly leaned back and sat back down against the sofa with Reko still held securely in his arms as he replayed her voice a few times in his head for good measure.
Bluntly, stupidly, he looked up at her and breathed out a gentle apology.]
Sorry about not givin' you more time... But, not too sorry. You get real hot when you're worked up... [He wished he were a little more courageous to comment on how he thought she got extra worked up when he tried his utmost to put on a good act at the end. As much as he failed to observe important things in the past, that part of Reko wasn't going to go unnoticed as far as he was concerned. Realizing that there was a part of him that excited her just that much left him with a number of warm and complex feelings he wanted to remember in detail.]
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You ain't got to apologize.
[She was settled astride him in his lap and took the opportunity to lean her forehead against his gently as he looked up at her.]
You're the one who got me all worked up after all. That was pretty fuckin' hot too.
[For such a rough moment earlier and for all the scratches on his back she sure sounded amused right now.]
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Good.
[With a slight shift, he lifted her up a tiny bit on his lap in the hopes it wouldn't be uncomfortable for her. With his arm locked to make sure she wouldn't slip, Bad turned so he could sit down with her on the sofa, still not breaking contact.]
I wanna do that again but... we could take a 'sec?
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Ya mean you still got some get up and go in ya after that?
[Here she was laying comfortably chest to chest, damp with sweat and the hold her thighs had had on his hips loosening now that he had sat down. She had a pleasant little hum of an afterglow going on and now that she didn't have to hold onto him she could shift enough to press her lips to his jawline almost languidly.]
You can have all the seconds ya want.
[Despite how rough they had been with one another in the past few moments Reko was just over here radiating fond warmth. She was a consummate cuddler after the fact, at least now that she had someone who wasn't a fling or a one night stand. someone she wasn't afraid to get closer to.]
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Even if he was busily trying to decide whether he enjoyed that comfort or the frenzied state they'd been in earlier. Deciding between those two things left him light-headed, his thoughts becoming airy and distant. He huffed and relaxed his shoulders deliberately, giving Reko plenty of room to give him attention he sorely wanted and needed. Every time he saw her, Bad wanted to curl up with or kiss her and--]
This is bad... [Spoken fondly, Bad lamented the end of their day already.]
At this rate, neither of us is gonna get any work done. [Since, even as he wanted to allow a little break to occur, Bad tipped his chin a bit so he could kiss her back, impatiently tugging his hands up to pull Reko a few inches further up on his waist. Goosebumps rose from the smooth way they were bound together, his skin tingling from too many different sensations mixed with one another.]
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Well I mean you could totally let me go and we could go back to work.
[Her to her writing and him to... well maybe not lunch now, he probably ought to be out doing his own brand of work. There's a tickle of guilt in her stomach at that thought.]
I ain't here t' lead you into a life of delinquency or nothin'.
[She says even as he pulls her closer.]
Maria Renard | Castlevania | F/M
1. Have I told you how much hearing you moan my name turns me on?
2. Just sit back and let me give you a show.
3. You're so cute I could eat you.
4. I didn't know you were so sensitive.]
Loki Laufeyson | MCU/D+ | M/M 25+
2. "Mmm, good morning to you, too."
3. "Your head between my legs sounds good right now."
4. "Someone's happy to see me."
5. "Spank me. It's the only way I learn."
Midna | Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
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And yet, despite it all, Midna came into his life one day and broke through all of his haughtiness with such ease that his friends started to teasingly request her advice about how they could also better handle Felix.
He ignored that nonsense while also recognizing that Midna could get away with just about anything she wanted with him. He might still grumble and snark, but in the end he would end up right where she wanted him. She just... knew how to talk to him in a way that often left him unable to come up with a rude retort. Sometimes it felt like she could break through his defenses with a long, measured stare.
None of that even begins to touch on how she makes him feel during sex.
Midna loves teasing him, and Felix usually ends up asking himself why he lets it happen- usually when he's left hard and squirming with no relief in sight.
Tonight, Midna has bound Felix in a standing position. His hands are tied crossed behind his back, with more rope wound around his chest and upper arms to keep him secured to an overhead beam. By far the most frustrating predicament is the way his ankles are bound to either end of a bar, keeping his legs spread apart.
When Midna calls him cute like this, Felix wonders if his face could possibly grow any hotter. There is no doubt that he's needy, though, with his neglected cock hard, aching, and eager for any touch at all.]
You're horrible. [He mutters, but of course he doesn't mean it.]
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And considering he's not often seen fit to just give her what she wants, he has, in turn, learned how to try her own very conceited patience. In the end, she deserves it. Midna is downright insufferable when she chooses to be and when she employs that, or any of her irritating antics, she's unabashed.
She has to wonder how she's managed to talk him into tonight. All strung up with nowhere to go and no hero to save him. It's amusing at the very least. A part of it certainly is that she enjoys a little of the humiliation she puts him through. He's her little pet, after all, and when she really wants to get him steamed, she utters it right up against his ear. It'll come sooner or later.
Midna presses herself up against his back, curling dual-toned arms of black and blue around him. Slender fingertips splay against his chest, press occasionally, though she's confident she knows him well enough that she hardly needs eyes to understand him. Her chin tucks right between neck and shoulder, though she presses closer to the former, teasing his skin with a kiss that doesn't actually ever quite land.]
My... [She begins with a grin.] That's a funny way to say you love me. [As ever, she's attempting to frustrate him. In every way she possibly can. Whatever he might feel for her is quite possibly the opposite of love. Unless he loves to be tormented, in which case, Midna excels.]
I think you mean I'm horribly beautiful. Horribly charming. Horribly elegant. Horribly wonderful.
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
1: "please, ruin me."
2: "do you like this?"
3: "don't tempt me."
4: "I can't believe how wet you are already."
5: "you make me feel so good."]
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
1: "I want you inside me."
2: "make sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow."
3: "I-I just - I wasn't expecting that. but I liked it. a lot."
4: "I want to taste me on your fingers."
5: "kiss me here."]