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>

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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]

[Maybe 1 2 or 3?]

[shadeshifts]

[Hmm, I'm partial to 1, maybe with a smattering of 2 because fun?]

[reshrine]

A-Ah, um—

[In her own defense, Okakou is not and has never been an idiot. She has always been aware of a certain underlying tension ghosting just beneath the surface of their interactions. She has always been aware of the fact that they are both notably attractive individuals, and that their conversations when taken out of context might have... connotations, of a sort.

It simply took her a rather notable amount of time to bridge the gap between 'knowing Masami is attractive' and 'oh Heavens above, am I actually attracted to Masami?'

The answer was yes, obviously, and Okakou was no idiot—but she also happened to be incapable of lying worth a damn, so Masami himself knew of her realization somewhere between one and ten seconds after their next meeting. After a bit of embarrassed shying . away, a few encounters where she more or less fled because her resolve wasn't finished firming up, she properly faced him and confessed her intentions and—

Well, at some point she ended up in his lap, which was cozy and made her stomach twist pleasantly, until she noticed something firm pressed against the curve of her ass.

She cleared her throat and tried, once more to find her words.]

That is to s-say, you, ah... should I...?

[shadeshifts]

[Fortunately or otherwise, Masami had never treated her as an idiot. In fact, her realisation - or perhaps her acceptance of the fact of their attraction, had only drawn him to her with more bemused intrigue. Such was his life, honestly.

To say he had expected it wasn't a lie - he expected it of any person he aligned himself with, because it was his way. Because it was easy, giving half-answers and adjacent-truths, building up a terrible mystery and never really giving enough to understand him. Sometimes, he wondered if it was nice, being so easily read.

It was cute on her, the stammering and shying, clear in her want but unwilling to take the plunge (and why not? He was a demon, after all). And still, she had finally faced him. Finally, and he had smiled his too-knowing smile and stroked her cheek and confirmed his own, in a simple and definitive declaration.

Oh, but she smelled sweet as honey straight from the flower, and of course it wasn't long before it affected him. That was his nature, too. Her body was warm and firm against him, and he exhaled a laugh when she cleared her throat to try speech once more.]

Should you...? Okakou-sama, you sound terribly unsure of yourself. Are you that worried about this?

[This, he emphasised with a roll of his hips, the firmness of his bulge pressing more against her ass.]

Or are you just not sure how to proceed from here?

[Leaning forward until his lips practically grazed her ear, Masami slid his hands down her sides, to rest almost chastely at her hips.]

For you, I may even listen wholly to the request, if you can give it.

[reshrine]

I'm... I'm just Okakou right now.

[If she squeaked on the first note, well, that was understandable, wasn't it? As a village's guardian deity, once upon a time Okakou was literally born from beautiful fantasy, and Masami was a creature inherently suited for twisting such things to his benefit. A few smooth words, the right emphasis here, an extra press there...

She practically melted back against him, her cheeks cherry red when she tilted her head back to peek up at him.]

I know wh-what to do, of course. ...but, it's just knowledge. It's, um—so far, it's just Masami, for me. Only you.

[Experimentally, she hitched her own hips and ground down on him in return.]

I w-want... I want to get this right, even if I've never tried it out before. I want to make you happy too, Masami.

[shadeshifts]

[Perhaps it was the time that had passed, but somehow her revelation drew him up a bit short. She, the fantasy of beauty and life that her little village breathed into existence, and not once had she fallen into any sort of intimate situation? It raised his brows, though he kept his expression more or less neutral.]

Ah. In that case, I will endeavour to be a little gentle. One's first time can colour every time thereafter, and I would hate to ruin that for you.

[And did he mean it? He certainly, for once, sounded like he did. His lips curled as she gave her admission. Ah, but he did love it when he heard that. Happy, was it? When had he last felt an emotion that strong?

Long fingers grazing over her stomach, he hummed thoughtfully. Choices, so many choices.]

I am not so hard to make... happy, Okakou. If I can see you lose yourself in pleasure, that will be more than enough.

[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.]