http://dismembers.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
dismembers.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
singularityderp2010-12-07 08:34 pm
dismembers.livejournal.com) wrote in singularityderp2010-12-07 08:34 pm
Entry tags:
HORRIBLE MEMES ALL DAY ERRYDAY
post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!
★ one request per comment!
★ if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
★ have fun!
★ chat is full of terrible people!
no subject
(Anonymous) 2010-12-08 07:16 am (UTC)(link)everything is ruined forever
WHY IS THIS IN TWO PARTS Part I
“Virgil,” he murmurs, “If you could please untie me, I would very much like that.” HAL looks at where he is certain Virgil probably is maybe. He can hear the soft lilting sound as Virgil flips on his wearable, and moments later he can hear painfully cheesy porno music echoing in the room. He doesn't bother straining against the duct tape bindings, even when he hears Virgil move closer and feels him press against his body, chest to chest.
“I like you better like this, lovely,” he remarks, running a hand under Hal's cheap thrift store shirt and sliding upward until he finds a small nipple. He rubs his thumb around it in small circles, pinching it whenever the fuck he feels like it. HAL's eye remains unmoved and his thin gray mouth curves down in a frown.
“You know that those don't do anything. I hinted at it the first time we met.”
Virgil shrugs and pulls HAL's shirt over his head, leaving it bunched up where the duct tape starts. The blindfold comes off in a quick motion and suddenly there is a pulsing eye staring him in the face and it makes Virgil a little hotter under the collar. He drags his tongue around a nipple, flicking it and grazing it with too sharp teeth before doing the same to it's partner. HAL stifles a few noises of awkward distress, then decides he is better off shutting down his voice box for the moment. Virgil unzips HAL's jeans, pulling them off and exposing absolutely nothing, as HAL didn't really have anything there to expose, which was fine with him. Frotting against silicone instead of skin wasn't his favorite thing but this was HAL and watching him squirm was fucking hilarious, so he would take what he could get. Virgil stands up and unzips, stroking his dick as Hal rapidly scoots back, trying to pull himself up before Virgil trips him and he falls back down onto his ass, extremely cross at the whole ordeal.
Virgil moves in close, dragging his prick against the side of HAL's face, leaving a smear of precum across his cheek. He circles HAL's lips with the tip, pushing at his mouth and still grinning. HAL's frown deepens and his eye stares ahead blankly. Virgil's grin falters slightly when he realizes HAL isn't going to open his mouth, but it doesn't disappear. “Come on. Don't be such a bitch. I can get it out of your circuits later,” he purrs, pushing more insistently. HAL does something stranger that normal, opting to roll his eye in his visor before turning his head to the side and away from Virgil.
“Fine. Be a prude,” Virgil snickers. HAL just rolls his eye around again before staring at Virgil with a mixture of surprise and disdain as the carcharian slinks down his body and spreads his legs further apart. Virgil lines up his dick with the smooth section between HAL's thighs, and the A.I. turned robot tries to back peddle almost immediately, but not before headbutting Virgil in the face. To his credit, he takes the blow to the face with dignity, pulls HAL back in, and doesn't even slow his thrusting.
WHY IS THIS IN TWO PARTS Part II
Virgil is frustrated with how the entire affair is going when HAL decides to turn himself so that he's facing forward, wrapping his legs around Virgil's waist instead of remaining in the slightly sideways position he had been taking. His sharp-tooted grin is met with HAL frowning. “I'm not doing this for you. Moving into this position puts less strain on my joints,” HAL says blatantly. Virgil just grinds long and hard against him, moaning unabashedly into where an ear would be on a normal human being.
“Mmmm, HAL, talk tech to me.”
Virgil jerks HAL's head to the side, licking a long stripe up his face before smashing their lips together, or rather smashing his lips into HAL's vaguely mouth-shaped face hole. HAL has no idea what to think of this entire debacle and moves his mouth along with Virgil and closes off his throat so the fluids won't mess with any of his internal circuits. Their kissing is awkward, Virgil's pace being too fast and HAL's pace being confused, stuttery, and on par with those of a dying camel. It doesn't take long for Virgil to pull back, still grinning, “You're fucking terrible at this.”
“Taking part in sexual intercourse personally isn't in my databases.”
“Personally, huh?”
“Your smiles are always unnerving.”
“I aim to please,” Virgil purrs. He moves a hand under HAL's ass, pulling him forward and quickening his pace. HAL, after disabling his voice box again, dismisses the entire situation as preposterous and plays his hands out on the floor to brace himself when Virgil's thrusts and grinds start to get rougher. The carcharian hooks one arm under HAL's leg, lifting it up into a better position while he slips a hand between them and presses it against his dick just so, thrusting up into the space between his hand and HAL's crotch.
When he finally comes, Virgil overshoots and splashes HAL's face, as well as his chest and one of his robonipples. HAL casts a sidelong glance at the drop of cum sliding down the right side of his visor before his eye swings back around to stare at Virgil.
“Are you even going to bother untying me?”
“No.”
“Cleaning your semen off of me then.”
“Nah. I'm going to bed. I'll do it in the morning.”
For the first time in his life, HAL genuinely hates someone.
no subject
no subject
I am so sorry
No I'm not
no subject
I know.