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bakerstreet2013-09-20 10:45 pm
sockitymcsock) wrote in bakerstreet2013-09-20 10:45 pm
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.
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you know what i want
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on the second day, at the end of a particularly heated argument, he uses his weight to push her up against the wall and boxes her in with his arms on either side of her head and kisses her and she bites at his lower lip, but not in a way that he knows to mean no, and she doesn't push him away. they end up in bed together, naked, and he spreads her out and pushes his fingers into her, wet and slick already, and there are words coming out of her mouth, but it takes chuck a while to realise that he doesn't understand a single one of them. ]
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actually, lydia has no idea what she expected when the doorbell rang and her mom didn't answer. she'd huffed like an angry child and taken her own sweet time getting down the stairs, aggrieved she'd been interrupted in the middle of doing her college applications and belatedly remembering that her mother was out to lunch with her coworker. a sardonic and unhappy what! was on the tip of her tongue when she'd pulled open the door, but had quickly turned into a confused ...what? as she saw who stood in her doorway. it's the army fatigue duffle bag that clues her in, and then that perplexed what becomes an angry what the fuck, and she tries to close to door in his face. whatever issued boots he was wearing were tough, though, and she eventually invites him in because she's not interested in arguing on her front porch.
that's all they ever do, argue. that doesn't change in the morning, and even if she explains who he is to her mother and asks if he can stay in her sister's room, that doesn't make her happy to see him. pen pals were supposed to stay pen pals, and it's winter break so she can't exactly drag him into her classroom for extra credit. (it's also been months, and the assignment has ended; she made a book of the letters he'd written to her and received an a+, and she'd pointedly not brought up the class again.)
they keep civil around her mother, who's simply excited to meet her daughter's friend and shows her patriotism by even baking a cake for desert. he gets to stay in the unoccupied room of her older sister, and lydia grins as she shows him to the stylishly purple and dark green room down the hall from hers. he get's a sarcastic, sleep well in the evening, and a pissed off what are you doing when she finds him eating her cereal the next morning. that's what they fight about. it's stupid, sure, but it's something lydia can grip and cling to while verbally destroying him. she's got a vast vocabulary and a knack for crushing people's souls with a flick of her tongue. but she's also short, and soft, and girly (not the limber and strong girly that allison is; stereotypically weak and girly), and when he crowds her against the wall, she can't do anything except push at him in vain. she considers hitting when he doesn't move, but kissing him back proves much more satisfactory. they can fight with their tongues quietly for once. except lydia can never stay quiet for long.
she swears at him in english first. fuck you, slides off her tongue easily, but he kisses her again and she bites his lip. you're a dick, next, and he kisses her again, and she winds her hands into his hair. i hate you, she breathes, and this time she kisses him. but once they're in her sisters bed, sheets kicked off and his hand snaking between her legs, she slips into a different tongue.
latin is nowhere near as easy for her as english. she reads it better than she speaks it, but she speaks it well. ] Pedicabo ego volo, [ she tells him. i want you to fuck me, because she'd surpassed everyone in her college running start class and taught herself filthy latin. it doesn't seem like he's actually listening to her; he doesn't look at her face, intent on finger fucking her surprisingly gently. ] Pedicabo ego vos volo me esse durior, [ i want you to fuck me harder than that.
he's still not listening, and lydia groans. groans and moans and writhes and slicks his hand, and even as her focus on conjugating nouns and verbs fails her, continues to gutturally hiss dirty latin at him. mostly because she thinks it'll piss him off. ]
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she kisses him back and it's a battle and he loves that. it makes him try harder and push for more and when she switches to latin, he scowls at her because she knows he doesn't speak a dead language, his latin is definitely not good enough to figure out any of what she's saying. her tone of voice, now, that's another matter entirely — pissed off and breathless and moaning and his revenge for the dead language is taking her apart with his fingers inside of her, thumb catching over her clit while he's got two fingers inside of her, fucking into her with less strength than he wants to.
(what he wants is to bury himself inside of her, to feel that wet heat around his cock, to fuck her with little regard for her pleasure until he's spent, but he's too much of a perfectionist to do that, he can't stand the thought of not being good at everything he does and frankly, the way she's writhing under him now, against him, that's fucking hot and he's unbearably hard already — ) ]
You're so fucking annoying.
[ says it and moves over her to scrape his teeth against the underside of one full breast. he wants to reduce her to just moans and sounds, no more latin. then he'll fuck her. ]