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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. Hardcore



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.

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.
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.

Comments

« Tarn » transformers idw ( ｏｔａ )

[persecutor]

[electriccon]

{{ahhhh um do you mind if throw Kaon at Tarn here? ;-;}}

[persecutor]

( please do! )

[electriccon]

{{\o/ 2-18 okay? Or do you want to roll?}}

[persecutor]

( 2-18 is a-okay with me! )

2-18

[electriccon]

{{o7 I promise I don't always ask questions but lemme know what you want here, I'm cool with anything!}}

I'm not one to question your judgement, Tarn, but --

[Kaon pauses mid-sentence, the buzz of low-voltage electricity running through his coils as a spark jolts out from his fingertips and dissipates into the air. From his position on top of Tarn, straddling the tank as best as he can despite the size difference, it's a bit strange.

But he will do whatever Tarn asks; that's the least he can do.]

You are quite certain of this?

[persecutor]

( I'm down for anything! c: although if you have a preference re: pnp/sticky/spark, gimme a heads up! )

Of course.

( Kaon is not a particularly small mech, but perched atop him he seems almost dwarfed by Tarn's size. Tarn's hands slide down the other mech's thighs, relishing the static prickle of electricity that hums along Kaon's field everywhere it brushes up against his own. )

I have complete faith in your control.

( Tarn's voice is a warm rumble as he reaches up, fingers slowly, deliberately, encircling Kaon's wrists and guiding his hands down to his plating. )

[electriccon]

{{hmmmmm sticky pref, personally. :3}}

[Those hands on his thighs instigate a small shiver and another quiet zap of excitement. He lifts up to adjust, swinging his hips just a bit before settling back down and putting the palms of his hands flat against Tarn's chassis, killing the feed through them before he makes contact.]

Yes, sir.

[And slowly, he sends the smallest of jolts, both in voltage and duration, through his palms and into Tarn. Just create a nice tingle through his systems.]

[persecutor]

( The first small jolt is nothing major, just a warm feedback through his sensornet. Tarn vents softly, optics dimming as he relishes that minute pulse flushing his systems. )

Mm, very good. More.

( Various systems are already priming themselves into standby, woken by the tingling heat dancing from sensor to sensor. His hands have already moved back to their previous position; resting heavy and firm on Kaon's thighs, he pulls the smaller mech against him, fingers curling into and teasing transformation seams at the backs of his legs. )

[electriccon]

[So far, so good. A faint smile plays on Kaon's face at Tarn's praise, and he tips his head in appreciation.]

With pleasure.

[He shifts again, if only to allow more room for Tarn's fingers to roam, his own fingers drumming against Tarn's chassis before he emits a longer current, just a step more powerful than the one preceding it.]

aah sorry for the delay! irl busyness

[persecutor]

( Tarn is quite happy to take advantage of of Kaon's small shifts in position. His fingers tease for a few more moments at Kaon's thighs and hips before sweeping higher. Up, over the narrow waist and slim backstrut.

The next current makes his fingers curl sharply into the armor, Tarn arching up, pushing Kaon with him. A growl catches in his vocalizer as it rocks along his EM field, rolling through his sensornet, leaving his chassis hot and systems priming.

He sighs after it dissipates, the exvent a long, low purr of pure want. Even after the charge is gone, heat still lingers in delicious places and his hands rake down Kaon's back to grip his aft firmly. The push of the other mech's field against his own is a tingling tease in the wake of the proper pulse, and he relishes the buzzing feedback through his sensors. )

Again.

Noooooot a problem!

[electriccon]

[The fan on Kaon's chest starts to spin just a little as Tarn's hands explore, a tight yet sly smile spreading on his face after an initial, soft sound of surprise at fingers digging into his armor. Kaon simply follows the motion, gently grinding against Tarn as the tank arches up into him. A shiver of excitement escapes him and casually trickles through his EM field.

This time, the only hesitation that comes is from Kaon sliding his hands down lower before obliging and letting the electricity flow through him, drawing the current out just a second or two longer.]

[persecutor]

( He moans, the sound long, drawn-out and sonorous, as he voices his pleasure. The heat is deeper, more powerful, a shudder and spasm running down the length of his backstrut. Behind his panels his spike is pressurizing eagerly now, aroused by a combination of electrical stimulation and the proximity of Kaon against him.

As the current passes, leaving ghosts of tickling pinpricks along his sensor net, Tarn's fingers slide between Kaon's spread thighs, one teasing a hip seam, the other being far more direct. His fingertips trace the smaller mech's interface panel, teasing along the seams before grinding down outright on the thin metal with clear intent. )

Yes, like that.

( He sounds hazy and pleased, optics dim as he focuses on the aftershocks skimming his 'field and the warmth of Kaon under his hands. )

2-13 ??

[faceable]

This is good. Vos enjoys his job, but this is good too. Downtime. The stretches between while they travel.

Leisure activities. Like this, with Vos stretched over Tarn's legs, lounging comfortably on the sizable mech that is his commander.

He says very little of course, but Tarn understands. One way or another.

[persecutor]

Vos is arguably one of the oddest of their team, a feat unto itself, but like all of his bizarre little 'family' Tarn is pleased to be in his company. The smaller mech is an easy weight in his lap, quiet and calm, and Tarn finds himself stroking along the thin armor in a way reminiscent of how Kaon would stroke his 'spark eater.'

It's innocent enough at first, just trailing his fingers along Vos's backstrut, but eventually Tarn starts to get... bored. His hand wanders a bit more, skimming lightly over the thin waist, down along narrow thighs.

[faceable]

He quite enjoys the quiet attention, stretching under the pleasant strokes. The change in pace is picked up immediately by Vos who turns, optics squinting with curiosity.

"Something more you want, Tarn?"

His head tips curiously, though he could take a pretty good guess.
Things between all of them are fairly... close. Like this.

[persecutor]

Tarn's own optics narrow thoughtfully as Vos speaks, his helm tilting slightly.

"Perhaps."

His hand slips to Vos's helm, thumb gently tracing the smooth angles of his faceplates. For a few moments he's silent, almost contemplative, and then he hums.

"We have quite a bit of time before we reach the next target."

[faceable]

Little more needs to be said. The gun shifts his legs apart slightly, an invitation. His hand moves to Tarn's bracing against his wrist so he can sit up.

He's lithe and wiry compared to the massive tank, slender hands scraping down his chassis roughly. That's really all he needs to be told to catch a hint. It's a rather easy hint to catch, after all, he was getting bothered by sitting around being pet for that long without anything more.

[persecutor]

Tarn is fairly straightforward with what he wants from Vos. His hands move along the other mech's limbs, guiding him into the desired position. When he's finished, Vos is seated straddling his lap, Tarn's hands skimming up his thighs and along his waist.

Given how long they've been around each other, it isn't hard to pick up on the slight fuzz of interest at the edges of Vos's EM field. He can't be blamed, given how Tarn was stroking and petting him, but Tarn still gives a small hum of amusement as he leans back in his seat.

"Comfortable?" he asks, fingers tracing slow, intentional patterns along Vos's hipspan.

[faceable]

There's no resistance in Vos. He shamelessly presses into the light touches, rolling his body against Tarn. His hands snake up to hook his fingers over the broad chestplate.

He gives a quiet nod.

He's far more interested in pulling himself up flush against the tank, small engine purring, muted.

[persecutor]

Ah, Vos. Small, quiet Vos. So eager when he's in the mood. Tarn's engine rumbles warmly beneath him, surging up gently to push against Vos's nearly nonexistent weight.

Tarn's fingers press between Vos's thighs, slowly grinding into the interface panel. His fingertips drag lightly over the panel seams, teasing gently. He could simply use the manual release, but that's not nearly as fun as getting Vos to get to do it.

"Open for me," he orders softly.

[faceable]

The snap of the panel follows without question, Vos' narrow form squirming under the touches. His slender fingers working down Tarn's frame expertly, dipping into all of the tank's favorite spots to tease up the raw wiring underneath.

Once open, he leans back, arching to let Tarn look for himself. Offering himself up.

Vos isn't much of a talker, but he makes up for it in body language.

[persecutor]

Vos is quiet, but ever so diligent in his observations and so very eager to please. Tarn sighs, pleased, as the small mech exploits the chinks in his armor, attractive brushes and tweaks over small, sensitive components and wiring normally hidden from view.

"Very good," Tarn purrs, hands dropping firmly to Vos's hipspan. He knows the mech is not nearly as fragile as he seems, but like this the difference in their physical power seems most obvious. It's easy to shift the rifle, angling his hips up to get a better view at his array.

A hand slides down, two fingers pressing up against the covers and rubbing firm, deliberate circles on the thin metal, occasionally dipping into the small seams around the gaps of his hips.

[faceable]

Slender hands move over Tarn's substantial forearms, up across his hands and fingers, encouraging him. A thin sounding rasp of a moan filters past Vos' mask, and his equipment covers slide open easily.

He tilts himself just so, rubbing his bare valve against Tarn's fingers, silently asking for one of those thick digits inside of him.

Vos very rarely needs to use words with his commander.

[persecutor]

Tarn smirks, the squint of his optics giving the expression away, and slowly grinds his fingers over the outside of Vos's valve. Just enough to tease, pressing against external nodes with slow, firm circles.

He knows what Vos wants. He just likes to draw it out, make the smaller mech squirm.

Eventually, finally, one finger presses inside, leisurely parting the inner mesh, letting the calipers flutter and adjust to that first intrusion. He pauses once fully inside, knuckle deep with that warm, slickening port around him, to admire the view with a purr of approval. Then he withdraws, finger curling and twisting as it passes back over the nodes. Out, then in again, setting an unhurried, easy pace.