I do have SOME experience with this sort of thing, you know. (Indie Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider/Spider-Man II RP blog)
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The Loop sentence starters
"Twelve hours before I gotta be back at work, let's rock it."
"Tell me if this is too crazy, but the King Tut exhibit's in town and I thought it would be really fun if we got super dressed up and went to the museum."
"We should go out some time, you can study my anatomy, pro bono."
"What better illustrates the American dream than air travel?"
"Well, when you try to make out with a hundred girls a day, you're bound to make contact."
"Did you just whistle at me? Because sexual harassment has no place in this office. Count to forty and meet me in the stairwell."
"Hey, I'm workin' at the bar tonight, you guys should totally come out."
"She can party harder than anyone I've ever met. Except for Katie Couric, that bitch can drink."
"Oh, I see, you only go out on the weekends. My dad does that."
"Hey, you're good at math, wanna see how many times 24 goes into 48?"
"I've been drunk since January."
"This is the kinda thing that might bump a guy up to 'third date' status."
"If I've learned anything, it's that life is too short, and I may have a learning disability."
"I got felt up by a strange main on the train. It's the most action I've had in two-and-a-half years."
"Here's some old Halloween stuff, let's see: slutty nurse, slutty maid, slutty devil, slutty slut..."
"She does look pretty sexy going down a zipline, but I think that just has to do with seeing breasts at high speed."
"This is awkward, alright, you're my friend and you're about to touch my stuff."
"Alright, enough of the dirty talk, I'm turned on, now whip it out."
"I know you're super comfortable with your body, and I appreciate that, but I'd feel much better if we just kept this as an awkward thing between the both of us for the rest of our lives."
"Ooh, I know, just call in sick, it's the best excuse, no one questions it, just tell 'em you got lady problems and ya gotta hit the 'gine doc."
"What? I always carry a blade. You think I'm safe on the streets looking like this? I'm practically asking for it."
"Dogs are like men: they love being dominated."
"Whoa, is that what my ass looks like in that bikini? Nice."
"If I fail this final, I fail the class. I think I'm gonna have to get a tutor."
"I love you like a sister but you gotta holster your snooch."
"Thin crust? What am I, homeless?"
"Happy? Now that I'm wearing birth control?"
"I can't eat for twelve hours, I'm taking part in a medical study. They're injecting me with the bird flu. Fifty dollars is fifty dollars"
"Stop fiddling your ween and think."
"Am I in my underwear?"
"Whenever anything good happens, you're the first person I wanna tell it to."
"What in the devil's crevice are you looking at?"
"I don't get that one, but I still love you."
"Wanna hit the clubs tonight, see what kind of trouble we can find?"
"I'm about to close your window and nail your secretary right up against it."
"I'M SO WET RIGHT NOW!"
"You need to get her flowers, alright, cuz chicks love flowers."
"Flowers and false compliments, ladies eat it up."
"So. You wanna do shots off my ass?"
"Hey, if he bores the pants off you, call me."
"So there I was, nothin' on but a pair of Armani socks and a lambskin, and outta nowhere this chick's brother bangs down the door and kicks my grill in."
"So when I come to, they're both gone, so is my car, my watch, and my chains."
"Sorry, man, try not to be so boring."
"This better be animal control, cuz there's a fox in my bed."
"I can do this. I can do this. I'm totally sober."
"Excellent. The race is on."
"Now you slap me."
"Is that a euphemism for crankin' it?"
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"You thought I was dead, didn't you?"
"What, just because you were unconscious in a pool of your own blood when I came in here? C'mon, I've had a girlfriend before."
His words were playful but his tone was unmistakably shaken and his face was pallid. He knew Liv well enough by now to know that this was her thing, the same way that putting on spandex and webslinging was his. As unsavory and worrisome as it was, he understood without reservation that she had a power and therefore a responsibility. Still, reassuring himself of a hypothetical did little to prepare him for being confronted with what seemed like a worst case scenario. He gingerly wrapped bandages around the tiny but plentiful cuts to her hands, trying to preserve Liv's capacity to hold things and turn the Mill House's doorknobs. The Spider stuff rarely involved any elegant medic work—more often than not it was little more than him keeping his insides where they ought to be with a liberal use of web fluid—and he loomed protectively as he worked, wanting to get it right. "Lucky for you, there are still plenty of cookies left over after someone went on a baking spree so your blood sugar shouldn't drop any further."
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Ben bloodies his fists on Cassandra Mercury's obnoxious brother, Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider #10
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I've been to the edge and then I stood and looked down. You know I lost a lot of friends there, baby; I got no time to mess around, Mmm, so if you want it, got to bleed for it, baby. Yeah, got to-got to bleed, baby. Mmm, you got to-got to bleed, baby. Hey, got to-got to bleed, baby. Ain't talkin' 'bout love. My love is rotten to the core. Ain't talkin' 'bout love. Just like I told you before, before, before. Ain't talkin' 'bout love. Don't wanna talk about love. Don't need to talk about love. Ain't gonna talk about love. No more! No more!
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Young Drunk Punk sentence starters part two
“You know that dream where you’re walking through high school in your underwear? I think I’m having it right now.”
“Your excitement depresses me.”
“My boots squeak.”
“Keep your head down, do your job, try not to have so many… Feelings.”
“Not really seeing the joke part.”
“You are here to fix the toilet, right?”
“I’m so ticked off I could spit tacks.”
“It was an accident! I was thrown off my game! There were panties in full view!”
“I got a job with the Flames.”
“This is my house. I live here.”
“See, the thing about this job is you’ve got to bury your anger deep inside, it’s called being professional.”
“I refuse to stand here and take advice from some pervert who steals a hairclip when there’s a pair of perfectly good panties staring him right in the face.”
“So anyway, a little about me: I like to have fun, I only need about an hour of sleep every three days, I like to watch a good fight, don’t mind a little blood, but I could also stay in and watch a cuddle movie.”
“I’ll ask questions with my mouth and answer them with my fists!”
“I don’t think confrontation is what’s required here.”
“You bury your anger for a reason: to keep it safe for when you want to pull it out and use it!”
“The sexiest thing a woman can wear is a fur coat with nothing underneath.”
“Is there any karate in this movie?”
“Yes, we wouldn’t want to alarm our women, would we?”
“I need to commandeer your sandwich.”
“Crazy things are happening. Blood, satanists; I don’t wanna die!”
“I like big dogs and small tops.”
“Let’s do that thing you think about when you look at me.”
“He says he saw a meteor, tripped, hit his head… Story checks out.”
“I just wanted to make a simple brilliant indictment of society. Is that too much to ask?”
“Well, that was unexpectedly powerful. I tip my hat, you talented bastard.”
“Not everything is sexual.”
“Look, there are only three things that a man can talk about with his son in order to bond. Building a deck, slaying a caribou, and admiring the female form.”
“Are you picturing having sex with my mom?”
“I came in through the window but I can’t tell you which one cuz then you’d fix it.”
“Stretch and find your chi.”
“I have to warn you, though, I’ve got a pretty good stroke. I’ll go easy on you, though; I’ll only use one hand.”
“Don’t you worry, I’ll show you a few moves. But I think we both know who’s gonna end up on top.”
“I’m tired of being treated like a sex object just because I’m sexy.”
“See, you’re finally starting to understand us women.”
“Sir. I am both flattered and indignant.”
“Maybe I just think that porn isn’t a team sport.”
“She’s got a good point, I just wish she was bendin’ over when she made it.”
“I hope you didn’t wash your eyes today because you’re about to see somethin’ dirty.”
“I like you but I’m starting to think we’re jinxed.”
“The funeral’s Saturday. Better not have any plans.”
“Everyone deals with grief in their own ways.”
“Religion can’t help you, but scotch can.”
“You’re not totally naked, you’re wearing an oven mitt.”
“Funerals are the ultimate turn-on for girls. They’re practically a panty-peeler.”
“I don’t know if I can do this. Maybe I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am.”
“I have to say, you’re actually quite sexy when you’re emotionally vulnerable.”
“Let’s face it, all anyone remembers of that party is you standing on your tippy-toes, full-on kissing a man.”
“You only see her horrible side. I get to see her good side. The side where she takes all her clothes off.”
“Sounds a lot better than that guy who tried to undo your bra with his feet.”
“Psh, yeah, like we could afford a unicorn.”
“Is it supposed to be this color?”
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Mission Hill “How to Get Head in Business Without Really Trying” sentence starters
“Hey, wanna take off early?”
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but… You have sense of humor cancer.”
“My jaw hurts, could I stop praising you for a little while?”
“It’s getting late. Am I gonna crash here or what?”
“Just so we’re clear, you want your freedom to sleep around because you’re not ready for something serious, right?”
“Oh, I’m looking for something serious.”
“Why must I do everything myself? I need an assistant.”
“Where is Moron?”
“I don’t have time to be your assistant.”
“I hate your guts.”
“Believe it or not, not everybody’s life revolves around money. Some of us have dreams.”
“Not just money: sex, too.”
“That was my best stuff, too.”
“Why can’t you just eat your own puke like every other dog?”
“Get ready to purr with excitement!”
“Look at these regular people with their regular jobs: they’ve all given up on their dreams, and they seem happy.”
“You must have training! You must have discipline! Eh, that’s enough for today, let’s party.”
“First rule of management: you must look like a manager.”
“Sexy, huh? You like, no?”
“Holy Krypton! You’re wearing a suit!”
“Hey, cartoonists can’t afford suits. What did you do?”
“I don’t know about this promotion… What if I get used to this? The perks, the easy money…”
“Management training! And don’t forget your massage oil!”
“Fianceé? When did that happen?”
“You’re ruining everything! Go away!”
“Mmn, I’m not in the mood for a threesome.”
“Relax. I’m worried about you, [NAME].”
“I can explain! She was having a medical emergency, and she took off her clothes!”
“You’re not mad that I made out with your fianceé?”
“Burning the old midnight oil last night? Or were you just rubbing it on each other?”
“Congratulations: you’ve become everything you hate.”
“Does sex always sound like that?”
“Where do you keep the cocaine in this joint?”
“I make money, I have sex constantly, and nobody sends me any pissy letters about how much they hate my work.”
“What about your creative fulfillment?”
“I’ll die if I have to get a white collar job. All that typing and all those complicated telephones.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just not comfortable celebrating your sordid accomplishments.”
“I’d rather just eat in my room.”
“Looks like it’s just you and me, babycakes.”
“I’m on the verge of finally accomplishing something, and you wanna drag me back to the past?”
“Put down the imaginary knife before you pretend to hurt yourself.”
“The IRS thinks I’m dead, so you sign everything.”
“Tell me, do you have much experience in the… Erotic entertainment business?”
“If people really understood Kafka’s work, they wouldn’t bandy his name about so carelessly.”
“I don’t wanna devote my life to running a strip club.”
“Thanks, [NAME], all your annoying meddling really did me some good.”
“You got more than money. You regained your self-respect.”
“You’re dripping food on the couch.”
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Send a 🌹 for our muses to get set up on a blind date together!
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"There's naughty stuff goin' on in your head."
A blush preceded the hemming and hawing that Ben resorted to while trying to sort out his thoughts and respond to the sudden allegation.
"No, it's—I was just... Okay, so maybe, in the course of noticing that you are wearing an oversized and awfully familiar-looking hoodie, I happened to wonder if you were wearing anything else underneath it."
He hadn't been on the hunt for his missing clothing when he decided to take a detour in his day to visit Liv, but whatever his purpose had initially been, he was having trouble remembering it in the face of current events.
"If you, like, did a spell to read minds or something, I think I need a warning about that ahead of time."
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"Do you have a plan, or are we just improvising here?"
"Uhhh, y'know what? The plan was 'cookies' with a heavy emphasis on improvisation from there."
Ben couldn't pinpoint what exactly the impetus for covering all the counter space in baking supplies was other than the fact that he could do it now. It was instinctual, almost muscle memory; he wasn't even consulting a recipe as he mixed together the ingredients. The newfound skill was an unexpectedly useful side effect of the snowglobe spell, and, as uncanny as Ben found it, he was more enthused by the prospect of fresh cookies.
"I'll have it all cleaned up soon, but I can't promise this isn't the start of a habit."
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IS MY COCK BIG ENOUGH; IS MY BRAIN SMALL ENOUGH; FOR YOU TO MAKE ME A STAR? GIVE ME A TOOT; I'LL SELL YOU MY SOUL; PULL MY STRINGS AND I'LL GO FAR!
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@parvumchao Bullet is [NOT ALONE]
It wasn't often that she let him in on her vulnerable side; even this far into things, he knew that she still made the effort to put on a brave face around him. The trembling of her body reverberated up his arm as she linked fingers with him, and he squeezed down while pulling her hand toward his lips, trying to comfort her with a kiss. "You're gonna be okay. I'm right here." The serum formula that Blade had supplied worked well enough in curbing Bullet's bloodlust, but it couldn't quiet her vampiric nature entirely. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the agony of a need going unsatiated, which had already claimed the life of one person they both knew. To prevent it from happening again, he'd shut them both away in their bedroom, hoping Lux wouldn't feel too hurt by the sudden departure from spending family time together. He dreaded implying to her that she might be in danger from Bullet, and so said nothing at all.
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❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞ (Farah)
It was a hell of a greeting as they stepped through his front door, though one of a sort that Ben was almost growing accustomed to, if not for the fact that his pulse still raced every single time Farah uttered them.
"Since you asked so nicely..." he drawled in her ear, hands roaming across her body as he backed her against the door. Despite how insistent they seemed to be about it, Ben was taking his time with them, one hand slipped up their top to palm their breast, urging their nipple to stiffen with circular movements interspersed with eager groping.
His other hand found its way to her ass, an uncoordinated mixture of massaging and squeezing as the more thoughtful part of his brain reeled from the way she'd incited him to pounce on her. It was all the warning he needed anyway, with the merest suggestion of arousal in her provoking the same from him without fail. He'd catch up soon enough. "I hope you've got the rest of the day free because now that you've got me started, I'm not going to be able to stop."
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“Don’t be gentle with me—I like it when you’re rough.”
A ripple of excitement traveled down his spine at her words, fingertips digging deeper into her flesh the following instant. Ben defaulted to tenderness with her, wanting to care for her, protect her, show the depths of his love, but he relished the chance to let loose with Miharu, knowing that her supernatural physiology afforded her resilience enough to withstand even his sensational Spider-Strength, to a point. He could worry less about holding back and allow himself to freely enjoy the moment between them.
The roughness didn't stop with the tightness of his grip nor the energetic thrusting that was battering her insides; Ben brought his mouth to her throat, nipping at her skin on pure animalistic instinct to give her more, more pain and more pleasure both. Once he fell into his ideal rhythm, he latched onto her neck, growling with lust as he bit down hard enough to leave a mark that would last at least the rest of the night, accelerated gumiho healing or not.
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"There's naughty stuff goin' on in your head."
Startled by her sudden outburst, Ben dropped the textbook he had been reading aloud from in his lap and threw a guilty look in Miharu's direction. He mentally replayed the last few minutes of what he'd said, trying to discern what if anything had slipped out that would've given her that impression, correct though it was.
"I think this might be one of those accusations that's really a confession..." he teased, trying to distract from the fact that his brain was still buzzing with impure thoughts rather than the science they ought to be studying.
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“I’m laidback, but right now you two are making it VERY HARD FOR ME TO BE LAIDBACK!” (probably ben and kaine, or ben and pete lmao)
Ben gave Kaine one final shove out of his personal space before turning to address Miharu's concerns, putting on his most innocent and boyfriendly face to defend himself.
"Just ignore him, he got all the worst DNA or something somehow. If you need a hand moving some furniture into your dorm, I would be more than happy to help all on my own."
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"Lemme lick your abs. Promise I won't bite. Too hard." (Xoxoxo Bullet)
After whipping his head around the room for a quick doublecheck to ensure that Lux had already left for the evening, Ben let the towel he'd tied around his hips following his post-patrol shower hit the floor, exposing his sculpted and dripping muscles, among other aspects of his anatomy.
"Just be careful not to start anything you can't finish." he teased, arms open wide to welcome the amorous vampire to explore his body.
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