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[thissock]

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.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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

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

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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Care for a different kind of werewolf?

[golden_retriever]

Woof.

[impala_is_my_baby]

It was just supposed to be a night of pool hustling. Sam had gotten fed up with him when he reached his tipping point for drunkenness and left him alone with the guy he'd been laughing with over his latest beer, grumbling something about him having to do some research.

After another round of pool, which somehow led to betting that was going past just plain money, and wound up with them back at a cheap motel, grabbing at each other and shucking clothing between hard kisses.

Eliot's got the scar for a nasty bite mark on one thigh, in case Dean wants to know.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot knew he was being hustled, but that was alright. It was still his fault that his skills weren't good enough to beat the man, and the guy was good company. And since the guy was generous enough to buy him the next round of beer, Eliot forgave him for cheating him of a few lunches worth of bills.

And then there was his half drunken attempt to gain back what he lost through a betting that had nothing to do with money, and yeah, the next thing he knew, they were in the motel, him pinning Dean against the dirty wallpaper and kissing him for all he was worth.

Eliot's t-shirt was hastily pulled off, followed by a frustrated moment of shimmying out of jeans. Button open, fly down, he paused so he could grope at Dean briefly and draw him in for another hard, wet kiss.

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean allowed for the wet kiss, since it gave him the chance to shove Eliot's jeans down impatiently and close his hand around him in a firm grip. He moaned into his mouth as he stroked him roughly.

[golden_retriever]

The only thing better than getting his pants down in record time was his partner impatiently pulling them down for him. It couldn't go all the way and Eliot had to regretfully break the kiss long enough to complete the task. The denim was pulled off and he stepped out of them, then quickly he resumed where he left off with lips sealed over Dean's and hands groping to do the same for his partner's pants.