SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME

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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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Is that a bad thing?

[Juding by that small, maddening noise she made, at least what he was doing right now wasn't something she had any complaints about. And any thoughts of going slow and teasing her went right out the window at the sound of his name, hitched, from her lips.

There would be time later to take it slow, and he was definitely going to add it to the list. But now, now- He pushed her panties to one side to lave his tongue over her folds all the way to the clit, tongue twisting around the small nub. He wanted to hear her moan out his name, to dig her nails into his hair, and have her thighs box him in so he couldn't move. He wanted to get her to lose that poise altogether and come undone beneath him.]

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No, I—!

[The noise he forced out of her with that swift, slick attack belonged neither to human nor goddess; it was a primal, bestial, breathless thing. Her fingers clenched and her spine arched as her mind scrambled to keep up with the new and unique sensation that just sent the equivalent of a lightning bolt straight through her.

It would be wrong to say she got used to it, but as he worked at her she did eventually manage to move past the 'blanked out shock' point.]

I...

[What... had she been saying?]

I want... to make a... a l-list for you too, Sukuna.

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[It was definitely going to go to his head like a rush headier than any sort of godly power he'd ever experienced to wring that sort of noise out of Okakou, to feel her fingers clenching almost painfully tight into his hair. He didn't let up, instead doubling down by helping peel her underwear off completely while was otherwise distracted to gain better access.

He only eased off slightly when it seemed that Okakou had gotten her bearings back, and grinning, he glanced up at her, catching his breath.]

What would be on the list Oka-chan?

[And then he was just going to dip back in to start tracing kanji along Okakou's clit. Just to be helpful.]

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W... well—

[She had to pause and suck in a breath, hips hitching with each 'line' he so... helpfully swiped. Her hair was doubtlessly a mess by the way she kept tossing her head, but eventually she found her train of thought again. It took a massive amount of control to not just let him do as he pleased.]

I... would do this for you. On my knees, or in, in the b-bath, maybe. I'd—maybe—greet you in the morning, wearing your shirt...?

[She thought men might like that sort of thing.]

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[Sukuna honestly couldn't tell at this moment what was better: Okakou's hair a wreck as she gasped and moaned beneath him, the taste of her against his tongue, or the image of her in the bath returning the favor.

He pulled away to take in her face, instead teasing her clit with the pad of his thumb.]

Have you thought about all of that a lot?

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It's—well—

[It was difficult to meet his gaze, even without his merciless fingers taken into account. One of her own hands slipped back up to splay over her face, as if to hide her embarrassment.]

I... might have some f-fantasies. But, I never let myself attach my lord's face to them... I didn't want to let a misguided hope grow, by accident.

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[How long had she been squashing her hopes, all alone and not wanting to let even the seed of an idea sprout? How long had Sukuna been denying them both this on the pretense of honor and to act as if it was for her own good? For too long, he decided, and gently, with his other hand, he reached out to gently touch her hand.]

Okakou, please don't cover your face, I want to see-

[And perhaps more importantly:]

I want you to see this.

[He started kissing along her belly, unwilling to move further down until he was sure he had her undivided attention.]

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I-I'm certain my expression is unsightly, like this.

[But she moved her hand away all the same, because he asked.

Her eyes were trained on him, and had been for quite some time. She didn't think she could look away from him if she tried, and even if she did her belly practically burned in the wake of those trailing, tender kisses.]

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[There weren't words to describe how there was nothing that Sukuna found unsightly about her, so perhaps the best way to convince her was through actions. He shot her a quick, soft smile before he picked right back up from where he had left off.

He exaggerated licking against her clit as he started through the kanji again, wanting to let her feel every sweep of his tongue and also have no doubt in her mind that it was him. And that he wanted her from now on to always picture him and only him.]