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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[chichichi]

[ Setsura searches those eyes of his for a moment, finger snagging the rim of his pants as she'd intended and sliding along the inside more slowly than quickly in rounding to the front. A lesser man would've folded by now. She knows. Human, spirit, youkai, god, she's taken them to bed and worked them so finely she's all but had them eating out of the palm of her hand. In some cases, they had, literally. At the very least, the majority would be sweating by now. There'd be some tell, some betrayal between their eyes and their body. An increase in temperature, a twitch between her fingers, a bitten lower lip -- there are many, many signs and she knows them well for her penchant for teasing. With the exception of his half-lidded gaze, they're absent here.

No, that's not right. There's the slightest twitch about her own fingers, a familiar haze and heat spreading from the tips through her for the simple contact she's exercised. It makes that hunger into an ache, low and pulsing despite its sharpness, but she holds. She has to. Setsura Yamaguchi doesn't fold unless she's ready to fold even in the face of the single man who can match her, especially in the face of that man. All that big talk makes her want to do is make him swallow those words whole. A bit of shut eye? ]

Mmmm, I don't think so. I want your eyes on me -- [ and, as though to drive that point home, her hands work seamlessly at his belt as she speaks, intent on tugging it through the loops and discarding it to one side of them pointedly even as she leans forward, brushing cheek against cheek in passing so as to speak low against his ear ] -- and only me. Not the sun, not the sky -- [ she shifts and reaches to tug his pants down, down, down with her hands ] -- just me, Kouta. [ No honorific, no nothing. ]

[typhooned]

[Though Kouta was content to just close his eyes and go as far as this farce would allow him, his composure eroded slightly as soon as he felt Setsura nearly rip his pants off, her mouth against his ear whispering his name like they were lovers. Which, he supposed was true now, but even in his wildest dreams he had never thought this would be possible. As much as he wanted to keep tight hold of his composure, wasn't it more fun to lean into it just a little bit?

He shuddered despite himself at her breath tickling his ear, at her demands, turning to look at her, hands automatically going to her waist.]

If you want that, you're gonna have to do more than talk.

[He grinned at her, slipping his hands up along her skin, helping her out of her top.]

[chichichi]

[ It's just the midriff. Setsura hadn't wasted any time in tying her jacket around her waist early on in their trek for comfort more than anything else. Comfort's a fluid, malleable thing and it's much less so now, her top casually dropped on the blanket at their side. Her hand trails down the center of her chest down her middle to gently hitch her fingers in the tied arms of her jacket. She grins. ]

I thought this was going to be a leisurely week. If you planned on putting me to work, you should've said so from the start, Kou-kun. It's only [ tug ] fair.

[ And the jacket is tossed to the wayside as well, leaving little more than belted jeans between them for mere seconds because she dips in that moment to kiss him long and hard and breathless, pressing herself against him wholly and completely. It's a taste of what's between them, what she wants, what she knows he wants, and there's a promise in that inasmuch as there's a tease from the woman talking about fair. ]

[typhooned]

We can be leisurely in between working hard, sure.

[He watched raptly as Setsura tossed her jacket to the side, and he grinned into that kiss of hers. He was a lucky man indeed, and they could negotiate fairness later. For now, he was content to feel their skin, warm from the sun, against each other.

Once they broke apart, he started kissing down the column of her neck, slow and unhurried.]

I’ve been thinking of all the ways to put you to work. Are ya gonna complain about that too?