SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME

[repatch]

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
vi. DECIDE IF THE THREAD IS CANON OR PURE CRACK.
v. PROFIT

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL _fcksavedurl=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL _fcksavedurl=IMAGEURL>

Image height and width: <img src=IMAGEURL _fcksavedurl=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL _fcksavedurl=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Remember, since tumblr went tits up on the NSFW content, the good sis eise is hooking us up with a DW directory of smut prompts and such over here. Check it out, you deviants. On the same note, smutblr lives on: lackinprivacy lives over here now. Or if you're still thirsty for more choices, see HERE. Meme originally posted on Bakerstreet.

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[reshrine]

I'm not glass and... and I certainly know you like teasing me. It's fine.

[Something low in her belly sparked and fluttered with each idle, seemingly thoughtless stroke of those fingers. A shaky breath blew out of her and she dipped her head in a nod more composed than she truly felt.]

I know how to make myself come undone. I-It will be... interesting to see how quick you can do it, compared to that.

[She loved this demon, and she couldn't do that without knowing at least a few ticks and tastes of his.

That gauntlet was thrown down, Masami.]

[shadeshifts]

You are not, and I do. But we haven't even spoken of my habits in intimacy, have we?

[His confirmation came with its own teasing taunt; she probably guessed, or would soon enough, that not a motion he made was out of place - ever, if he could manage it.

Love... that was an uncomfortable thought, for him. So he pushed past it, letting his fingers graze over her clothing.]

Do you want to strip for me, or shall I assist?

[Ever asking her, offering her things. It was a peculiar way for a demon to be, and yet, it was wholeheartedly Masami.]

[reshrine]

I'll do it. But...

[She glanced over her shoulder, fingers already slipping down to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.]

Well, I wouldn't object to a helping hand, should the urge strike you.

[It was Okakou in a nutshell; never outright demanding, but obliging and gentle, laying down a path and patiently waiting for him to declare a preference for it or forsake it entirely. It was hard to say whether that was a trait intrinsic to her, or whether his presence in her life had shaped up the . habit. Whatever the case, with his help or without, soon she's left in nothing more than a thin, lavender set in lace.]

[shadeshifts]

Should it strike me? How whimsical of you.

[Rarely did he declare anything, unless it served him best - but here and now, his habit tended to be catching her off guard.

And she was beautiful, of no surprise to the demon. His fingers joined hers when the unfastening was finished, slipping the fabric down her shoulders and allowing his hands to feel over her skin. His time waiting had been spent removing his gloves, perhaps a first sensation for her from him.]

So soft. I expected as much, but you exceed my every expectation nevertheless.

[Whether or not the words were completely honest was still up in the air, but it didn't much matter. With her still resting in his lap, he could indulge himself in her body, fingers teasing over skin and sliding past the gentle swell of lace. It was very him - indulging as he wanted, with no rush nor hesitation. One hand maintained its absent teasing as the other flicked along the buttons of his own jacket, and the shirt under it to boot.]

[reshrine]

You've given me a taste for whims, over the years.

[There was something soft in her voice; a fleeting streak of tenderness, cut off with a quiet little gasp as he took her up on the offer and began to let his hand wander. Certainly, it wasn't much contact. It wasn't objectively obscene or particularly teasing, but the fact of the matter was that there had always been a short but very deliberate distance between the two of them.

To have it bridged like this was making her head spin. It boded either poorly or very, very well for what was yet to come.]

Do you... need any help...?

[shadeshifts]

Do as you like. I don't mind the help.

[Did he need it? Probably not. But her assisting him in his work would free his hands, too, to drag enticing and almost sweet over her skin. He liked it that way, watching her reactions.

But he wasn't cruel, either; his head dipped down, finally, to lean in close to her neck, exhaling a breath against skin. There he remained for a beat or two, letting the anticipation build before he would allow his lips to press to her neck directly.]