RELEASE THE EVIL

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Kink Meme 2.0

Same rules as last time.

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!

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itp i'm obvious.

[(Anonymous)]

i'm not sorry okay.

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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.

Re: itp i'm obvious.

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I KIND OF FUCKING LOVE YOU

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:D

This was amazing in every way.