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Prism/HAL/Vaultie

How to give blowjobs based on information Prism got off the internet and bad slash fanfiction

Prism/Hypatia

prism discovers valentines day and uses it as an excuse to woo the stations ai

Kat/Carter/other member of Noble Team.

They show Carter how to do it right.

Jack/~~Everyone~~ YOUR CHOICE

Jack loves to help.

...With his mouth.

Virgil/Any Halol

Virgil comes on a visor.

While they are sleeping.

York/Sarah/T-800

Might as well take a cue from the anonmeme.

“Commander, if you’d prefer I hold your hand, hum twice,” Jorge rumbled as he sat against the doors, watching Carter slam his face against Kat’s crotch like a confused goldfish first discovering the glass walls of a tank. Rather than letting his superior officer doom himself like a fish, forever pounding away with no reward, Jorge leaned forward, not having to get up with the room being so small, and took Carter’s hand in his when his CO hummed twice.

With his free hand, Jorge gave Noble Two the thumbs up. Kat looked less than pleased to have his assistance, but with the way Carter held onto his big, huggin’ hand like it was a lifeline, Jorge could only give Kat the assuring look that said her significant other needed the intervention of an outside party as a stand-by consultant. Though, by Jorge’s own admission, he was at first not so thrilled with the idea, either. Especially considering the circumstances with which Noble One approached him.

Carter not only cited his person liaisons with Black-Two and their own Noble Four as reasons why he the wisest choice, but that he was also completely sober when he asked and thereby undoing any chance Jorge had at getting out of this by pulling the card of unlawful orders under the influence. But as he sat there telling Carter to start with the tongue, not slamming his face back and forth like a woodpecker, he had to admit that he would have never turned down the request, either. His team really did need him. Even if it was to give encouraging advice to your Commander as he tried giving head to his second for the first time.

“Patience, Carter. Work your way down or you’ll overdo it, there, now you’re getting it.”

Jorge beamed with pride as he watched Carter work his tongue up and down Kat’s labia and clit until it got the reaction all three of them were holding their breath for. Carter squeezed Jorge’s hand, Kat put a hand against his shoulders as she bucked up and out, moaning. Jorge, well, Jorge used his other hand to cross his fingers until everyone had their screams, their sappy looks and Carter cleaned up his face.

“Right,” Jorge said, getting up and clapping his hand together, “everyone down in the kitchen for juice boxes.”

Edited 2011-02-08 02:30 (UTC)

Oh are we taking cues from the anonmeme now??

In that case: Cortana/Delta/Prism

Gold stars for everyone.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

.../r/ Delta guest star.

...one large difference between a whale and a female turian is that whales don't have two dicks...

I will never, ever be able to unsee the idea that female turians have two dicks. Ever.

BRAVO.

nvjkvndakfas

Glad I could help. o7

Prism arrived at the nearest terminal with a magnetic bowtie and his eye glowing with a degree of malignancy that the station had rarely seen.

"We are not amused, 686 Ebulient Prism," Hypatia stated monotonously, crossing her arms. Sometimes it was hard to tell which fraction of Hypatia he was talking to, but as she wasn't calling him a security threat and attempting to destroy him, he was guessing it wasn't the crazy one.

He sounded as chipper as ever, none too deterred by her apparent displeasure. The mentioned 'something' just happened to be a rather large cooler that he dragged out of his lab with silvery tentacles. It left a crimson streak across the concrete. Hypatia's frown increased. HER STATION WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IMMACULATE.

Prism was quick to pop the cooler open and lift it up for her perusal. The entire thing was filled to the brim with what appeared to be organs. he explained.

"These are human hearts," she stated in disbelief.

He picked one up that was so large, it had to belong to one of the Spartans, and squished it. More blood dripped onto the pavement. This time, Hypatia did not seem to mind it as much.

"You did this for me?"

"Oh Prism. Someday we will crush the organics together..."

And then they sexed.

also balls, you filled this before I could

/throws notepad out a window

OH SORRY. Write it anyway. It's not like I actually... wrote any smut in it. :1

Eko/idgaf

POWERPLAY.

i'm not sorry okay.

__

To be honest, he's not really sure if Terminators can even get drunk, but York's going to go with, yeah, probably, because he’s not sure there’s any other way that the Terminator would actually want to do this.

Sarah arches up under him, making an impatient noise, because he’s got his mouth pressed against the swell of her breast and is doing a whole lot of nothing but staring at the tall, imposing figure who is staring right back.

Not now.

“That’s super creepy,” York says, murmuring against tan skin, easing the cup of her bra down, tongue sliding over her nipple, and the creepiness of T’s staring is entirely forgotten when she makes hums, low, and curls her hands tight enough in his hair it almost hurts. Easy he laughs, and promptly stops when the bigger man eases onto the bed, fingers making short work of York’s shirt and pants with Sarah’s smaller hands helping, and yeah, it’s much better that he’s got the buzz of alcohol ~~or this would be awkward or something.~~

And Delta pauses, like he’s scanning the systems of the house again, though York’s far too distracted to take note.

I got this, don’t worry--

He can feel Delta’s faint disapproval, but he doesn’t say anything else, the AI riding off the buzz that’s lingering in the back of York’s head. In just a few minutes, York gets Sarah entirely topless and focuses his attention on her breasts, easing a hand up her arm, tracing over her elbow and running rough fingers over her wrist to curl his fingers with hers, only to find the Terminator’s are already there. Sarah looks vaguely startled by it, but doesn’t pull back, though her hand in his hair tightens that much more.

Enter the roo-? York starts, only to see the Terminator jerk from where it’s got a hand curled with Sarah’s, the other on her shoulder, its eyes fixed on the door.

“Oh, shit,” York breathes, head lifted, lips still pressed against Sarah’s breast as the door opens, and John slips through.

“Mom, have you seen--” John starts, at the exact time as Delta flashes on, a mix of flickering red and green,

Sarah makes a strangled noise between a shout at Delta being there and a screech when she notices John, kicking and shoving York off the bed while the Terminator slides off, adjusting its shirt carefully, face blank as York gets his foot tangled in the sheets and slams into the ground with a yelp, vaguely hearing John’s half-panicked oh, god, mom! as he backtracks out of the room and slams the door shut.

The juicer groaned, thick pulp splattered all over his smooth curves. He had never experienced anything quite like that. Jack tossed the used orange over his shoulder with disdain. He wasn't through just yet. There was a flash of green, and suddenly he was holding a lemon.

"N-No," the orange juicer protested, "P-Please Jack. I-- I'm not meant to be used like this."

Jack just flashed a toothy grin, slicing the lemon in half with katana.

"Oh?" he practically giggled, "Should I go get a lime instead? Perhaps you might like that more."

The juicer sobbed, "P-Please! A-Anything b-but a l-lime! T-That would be so OOC!"

The prototyped archagent leaned in and gently flicked his tongue against the juicer. He couldn't decide what he enjoyed more. The sticky sweet pulp or the pure terror that he had subjugated the juicer to. His tongue continued to explore the juicer. Jack suppressed a moan, trying not to enjoy himself too much. Finally finished, he stood upright, towering over his prey.

"Fuck you," he growled, "I do wjahyt I want."

And with that, he slammed the lemon half down on the juicer and started twisted viciously. The juicer moaned, but not out of pain. If the orange juicer had eyes, they would have widened in shock at the revelation.

He was actually enjoying this.

dsfkjdshfk ahahahhaha ok I'm done here

LMFAO w-wrong Jack...

~~but I lol'd anyways???~~

I KIND OF FUCKING LOVE YOU

I am now tempted to fill out the Bro/Jack prompt with Bioshock Jack....

RELEASE THE EVIL

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Re: this will be my entire fill in the WHOLE MEME. a paid if you can guess who this is.

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oh wait... how am sex prompts

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itp i'm obvious.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M BOTHERING WITH ANONYMOUS IT'S GOING TO BE OBVIOUS ANYWAY

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