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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.

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[He isn't expecting that answer. For a good minute, he can only stare at the living robot. Though his optic goes dim, head rolling back against the wall again when the tongue flicks over the mark. It's enough to make him arch forward, pressing plating to plating again more firmly, responding in kind.]

[He was uneasy before, but... with the heat, the friction... it's difficult to remember why. Especially when he's given a choice.]

[For him, being allowed to decide what he wants, to be able to choose what he wants... it's just as intoxicating, just as arousing as what the bigger bot is doing to his hips.]

Anything...?

[His voice is low, almost distracted. But oh so very pleased.]

My wings... they're sensitive. And the rest...

[His hips jerk forward, to press firmly against the heated plating before them.]

Is there.

Anything.

[The words are growled, Predaking taking pleasure in the pleased note to the other's voice and the fact that he was the one to cause it. His gaze shifts to Kagerou's wings and while his hips rock back against his companion's, the words fall on deaf audios as he leans in and licks one of the wings, only to follow it up with a sharp nip as his hips rock forward again.

He frees one hand and lifts it to stroke the wing he's not paying attention to, smoothing his palm over it as he continues to mouth and bite along the edges of the opposite wing.]

[He gasps. He would have been louder, but he holds himself back. No one has played with, attended to, or even touched his wings in longer than he can really remember. The wing shivers and flicks under Predaking's mouth, but does not pull away. His own plating heats rapidly, and little rasping pants come out of his throat, accompanied by equally heated air.]

[In counterpoint to the rapid motions of the bigger frame, his own his grind more slowly, more leisurely against Predaking's. He wants to draw this out, if he can, to make the biggere bot work for this. So he holds back, keeps his paneling closed. Even while his wings are being fondled, sending sharp pangs of need straight down through his core.]

[It's almost frustrating how slow the other is going but two can play this game of teasing.

Claws rake gently down the wing his mouth isn't attending to, the drag slow and alternating between there and not, at points his touch almost a ghost of one. In contrast, the attention he's giving with his mouth becomes more insistent, Predaking nibbling sharply at the appendage before soothing it with his tongue. There's no want to cause pain so he's careful with just how rough he is with his companion but he does want to mix sensations and get the other writhing if he can.

Which is why the rock of his hips matches the slow grind that Kagerou was responding with though Predaking presses forward a bit more roughly to get even more contact--more friction from their paneling touching.]

[He was sorely tempted to drag it out further. He even tries to hold out a little longer, hands splaying and teasing over the other's plating. But it's the wings that undo him. The difference in sharp touch and gentle. He writhes, all right, whole body jerking and twisting, while he bites down on his own lip to stifle the sounds that threaten to come ripping out of him.]

[Only sharp, increasingly desperate little gasps escape him instead. His wings shiver, spreading wider without his conscious effort, and allowing the teeth and tongue better access to the joints between the panes.]

[Everything is hot, with a feeling almost like static mounting in his AI. He all but bucks his hips, partially unsure of why it feels so good, and partially wondering how to make it feel better.]

I don't... know what...

[Sempai help. What comes next.]

[Those sounds are intoxicating. He's enjoying it, fully, and keeps assaulting the other's wings, showering them with attention as he feels Kagerou's hips buck into his.

He hears the plea and a low rumble escapes him, Predaking finally leaving his wings alone as he rocks his hips into the other's in a slow, hard motion.]

Do not think, just let it happen. Whatever feels right, do it.

[The beast growls the words but there's a gentleness to the growl, oddly enough, one of his hands--the one that had been caressing the other wing--sliding down to rub at his hip then a bit lower. He knows there are differences in their builds so he doesn't know fully how the other work.

But they'll figure it out.]

[His whole body shudders, pressing back against him with a barely restrained moan, the sound throttled, needy. Almost desperate. His visible optic is fever-bright, staring at Predaking and all but pleading for him to do something to show him what needs to be done.]

[What does he need to do in order to release all this building tension?]

I don't--

[It's not really a yelp so much as it is a very bird-like cry, when that hand goes lower. That was never sensitive before... maybe it's another upgrade he never expected to stumble on.]

[And before he can really process what's happening, his body all but grinds down onto the bigger 'bot's hand. His head tilting up, vents gasping overheated air.]

[Each reaction is intoxicating and has Predaking growling in pleasure, the larger being drawing his hand away as he makes the decision to sink to his knees. His hands grip Kagerou's hips, pinning him back to the wall as he leans in to lick at that heated plating, teasing at the seams of it with his tongue.

He draws his tongue away after teasing around the entire edge of it only to nuzzle the panel now, growling low in his vocalizer again as his claws caress at the seams of Kagerou's hips.]

[He has no idea what's going on. Not in the slightest. He almost asks. But before he can, it becomes clear. His body jerks, his head smacking backward against the wall, while his hands all but claw at it for something to hold onto, gasping, panting and pleading.]

[It's somewhere that moment, with the tongue, the claws, the teasing, that something slides open. Something he'd never known was there before. But, once more, he's shifting, trying to feel the pressure against it again.]

[Predaking is more than happy to oblige, especially if he gains a reaction like the one Kagerou just gave him again, leaning in to nuzzle at the other's equipment, tongue flicking out to taste him for the first time.

And, if the low growl that escapes him is any indication, he approves of what he tastes.

His grip on the other's hips tightens and he starts to really attend to the other, licking and nipping at his equipment as he seeks what sort of reactions different things get.]

[This is so strange. He probably should find it all too bizarre to be enjoyable, but whatever sensors are in place prevent anything like that line of thought. He can feel himself jerk, back arching, while everything keeps feeling hotter, more tense, the longer this goes on.]

[He can't hold back a cry this time. It's high-pitched and more like a bird than anything out of his mouth should be. His fingers are digging into the wall, hips jerking in the other's gip.]

[He's all but undone, just by this alone.]

[Every sound, every movement from the other just encourages the beast king further, Predaking lapping and nipping gently, teasing at the others equipment almost hungrily now. His claws tighten on his hips as Kagerou starts to move too much, pinning him back to the wall with a low growl, the beast licking at him in a slow, teasing drag.

And that's where he stops, pulling away from the other as he stands, hands readjusting on the others hips as he leans in to kiss him almost possessively. Predaking's panel retracts and he growls softly into the kiss, rocking his hips forward, a tease rub of their equipment.]

[He's not sure how long he can keep taking this. Not that it feels bad, not that he's in pain, or anything like that. There is just too much. More stimulation and sparking energy than he's ever felt before.]

[He can't keep still, he keeps jerking forward, trying to press himself down against the other's mouth, wanting more pressure, more feeling. It's maddening, but it's not enough. He doesn't know what he needs -- only that it's more.]

[So when Predaking pulls away, he actually gasps in protest, shivering, staring up at him with his one optic glazed and desperate. He doesn't get a chance to question it, though. There's the kiss, and suddenly more teasing, and he can't hold himself in check.]

[His legs try to wrap around the bigger bot's waist, pressing closer, hurriedly.]

[Lifting the other up doesn't take much effort once he realizes what the other is trying to do, Predaking using one hand to lift the other up and allow him to get settled there. The new position allows him to thrust almost teasingly against the other, the urge to just take him, 'face him into the wall surging through his systems.

The other seems more than willing enough after all.

Predaking resists for a bit more though, growling lowly into the kiss as Kagerou just seems to get more and more heated, the dragon continuing to thrust against him teasingly--taunting him with well angled thrusts that almost have him taking the other before he pulls away again.]

[He's willing now. More than willing. He doesn't think he could have turned it down, at this point, if he'd tried. There's still more teasing -- he doesn't know how the bigger bot can stand to do it. His shoulders roll back, and every time he's pulled away from, he ends up crying out in protest.]

[He puts that desperate need into the kiss, all teeth and tongue and demand.]

[He tries pushing his hips down, despite having his legs wrapped around Predaking's waist, to follow him, to urge more contact, more pressure and friction. He's never wanted anything like this before.]

[Pleased with the way the other's trying so hard to get what he wants, trying so hard to push down and get him to thrust in, Predaking finally gives in, thrusting up to meet the next push of Kagerou's hips and burying himself inside the other.

He hadn't meant to go quite as fast as he did so he immediately stills, frame trembling with the want to just keep moving, keeping making Kagerou cry out like he has been.

But he's aware enough to be mindful of the other's comfort, nuzzling at his neck now, a low, questioning rumble escaping him as he nips at one of Kagerou's neck cables, hips shifting--thrusting up carefully.]

[Whatever he was expecting, that wasn't it. He goes rigid, gasping, internal mechanisms spasming and clenching around the sudden... well. Intrusion. It doesn't feel bad. It feels better than he ever expected, and the sudden pressure, the scrape and friction of the thrust leaves him immobile and speechless.]

[He's shaking. Frozen. Trying to make sound, but he can't. Every slight movement scrapes Predaking in further, or moves him against the... what is that? ... wedged inside.]

[There's a wordless little whine when the other's face presses to his neck, a low groan. One that quickly rises into a high-pitched cry when those hips begin to move, scraping, dragging down the clamped mechanisms trying to hold onto it, as tense as he is.]

Relax.

[The word is a whisper mixed into one of the low growls that escapes the predacon as he keeps moving, finding a nice, easy pace to work the other at. He can sense how odd this is for the other but knows he likes it, at the same time, and Predaking wants nothing more than to bring Kagerou pleasure now.

To make him feel how wanted he truly is.

So he keeps himself from losing control completely, slowing down a bit now as he gives his partner time to adjust as he thrusts in and out of the other, growling low and deep in his chest.]

[Relax. How is he to relax? It's new, and for as good as it feels, it's vaguely frightening. But the sounds, the growling, the vibrations of it, they're relaxing, in a way. He leans his head into the bigger bot's shoulder, his fingers digging into a panel.]

[Relax.]

[He cycles air, hot, quick, trying to figure out which commands will ease the clamping sensation inside, and let the other move more freely. And when it happens, he practically cries out, his whole body jerking against him, as if searching for a rhythm to match.]

[There's more heat and energy bubbling up in his whole body than he's ever experienced before. It's pleasant. Very pleasant, and as things slow down, he even starts moving his hips in counterpoint. Enjoying the slow, steady pressure.]

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