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.
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[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.]
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.]
[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.]
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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...?
no subject
[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.]