bakerstreet | experiment - the weekly smut picture prompt meme (read ooc note)

experiment - the weekly smut picture prompt meme (read ooc note)

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.

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[Okay, hear me out. This meme gets posted ALL the time, so it would be better if we could keep it under control and relegated to one day, like the TFLN meme. The TFLN is posted every week on Saturday, this one will be posted every week on Wednesday until need wears off. That way, those who have no interest in it will know that it's one day and one day only.

Let's see how this works!]

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OOC: Quick drive-by to see if you'd be interested?

Ooc: Definitely

and/or

*Faith had a very long and outstanding history of stupid mistakes. Hell, at one point she was pretty sure if you looked it up somewhere her picture would be next to the words, her name in bold black ink beneath it just in case there was any doubt.

Then the whole prison thing had happened and she'd figured that maybe, just maybe she'd put that behind her.

Except she knows even as she grinds against Wes that that's not true because this? This is pretty stupid. Epic levels of it, even. She wonders as she takes another pull of whiskey from the bottle if he's thinking the same thing and banishes the thought when her lips meet his to transfer the liquor over. Her tongue moves out to lick away the stray drops, her hips circling slow and steady over his lap like a promise.*

Gonna put me through my paces, Wes?

*Stupid mistakes are the specialty of the house, these days. Wesley had every confidence that he could go head-to-head with Faith, listing off all the wrong turns and bad decisions that had happened in the last few years. In fact, they sort of had done just that, which somehow led to this.

If having sex with a Slayer that you were once assigned to mentor and train was the ultimate failure for a Watcher, then Wesley was bitterly amused to think that his father could at least now say his son had gone as far as a Watcher could go.

The whiskey is cheap, but that makes it burn all the more as Faith kisses it into his mouth and it trails fire down into his chest. His hands are on her hips and sliding up and down her sides to her breasts and back.*

Soon enough. But you've been out of circulation for a while, Faith. I figured you could use some warm-up.

*Her mind took her back to a time when she'd tortured him, had sat on his lap just like this with his blood beneath her fingernails and a shard of glass in her hand, and she smiled. The memory was not a fond one. In fact it was one of the darkest moments of her life and the smile is at the irony of it all. Who he had been then, who she had been... it was almost like they weren't even the same people. Not anymore.*

Yeah, what'd you have in mind, killer?

*Killer. Oh, if only she knew, Wesley thought. They hadn't exactly sat down to swap stories, thinking that time was of the essence, although he supposed they could have. Falling into bed hadn't been on the agenda, either, but look where they were now.*

Well, first of all, I was planning on doing the gentlemanly thing that I haven't done in a while and making you come first.

*Idly, his hand slipped down Faith's taut stomach until his thumb was just a fraction away from her clit, offering implicitly to make good on that statement.*

*There had been a part of her that had wanted so badly to corrupt the new watcher when she'd first laid eyes on him. Between setting eyes on him and walking away with her dismissive, "Screw that," she'd acknowledged the appeal of it. Going off the rails hadn't really been part of any plan, but hey. It had worked out in the end, right?*

Mmmm, likin' the sound of this already.

*Faith couldn't help but shift her hips forward in anticipation. She was already wet and wanting so there was no point in pretending otherwise.*

I was hoping you'd say that.

*Wesley closed that tiniest of gaps and began to rub the tip of his thumb across her clitoris, alternating directions and pressure and watching her reaction with intense focus. His free hand slid up Faith's side until it found her breast, which he cupped and squeezed before teasing the nipple into hardness.*

Tell me if I go too hard, Faith. *He smirked.* And tell me if I don't go hard enough.

*Faith's smirk was wide and damn near predatory. Wes had a way of bringing it out of her and it was times like right now that she could really appreciate that about him. Writhing in his lap as she sought more friction, she decided to communicate in action what it was that she wanted. Her hand moved into his hair and gripped tight, encouraging him to be rougher.*

You know me, Wes. Never too much and never too rough.

*He answered her smile with one in kind, just as dangerous but intense where hers tended towards wild, and he wondered if Faith could still see any of that bespectacled ninny she'd so rightly dismissed at their first meeting. God knew that Wesley had stopped seeing him in the mirror long ago.

His hands moved from their respective places and onto Faith's back.*

In that case...

*Wesley's arms curled around her body, pulling Faith down to him while he raised his knees and planted his feet against the mattress. Holding her in place, he used his greater leverage to pound his hips upwards, hard and fast, his thighs smacking loudly against her rear.*

*It was hard to catch glimpses of the stuffy British pain in the ass he had been. Time and circumstances had buried that man in order to build who he'd become. While she didn't know all of the details, she'd heard enough.

Now wasn't really the time for reflection, not when he slammed into her the way he was. It would have been easy just to hang on and get what she'd been after and let him take control but she had never been good at just going along for the ride. When he would thrust, she would meet him, clenching around him on every downward drag.*

*There was every possibility that if Faith had decided to be passive just then that Wesley would have thought something was terribly wrong. That wasn't the Faith he thought he knew, and it certainly wasn't the woman he wanted. So, he reveled in the exchange as she met him movement for movement, groaning as she tightened around his length.

Remembering her comment, Wesley's hand moved again, this time curling his fingers through Faith's hair for a moment before tightening into a fist. Pulling just enough to angle back her head, his pressed his mouth to her throat.*

*There was a hiss from Faith at the grip he had on her hair before she moaned, loving the hint of pain he offered with the move. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd be enjoying herself this much with him or that he'd manage to keep up with her. Wes was just full of surprises and it seemed like he was continually reminding her of it. As if to remind him of who he was dealing with, she raked her nails down his back hard enough to break skin and bring tiny drops of blood to the surface.*

*Wesley grit his teeth when Faith blooded him. Growling as the pain added an even wilder edge to the pleasure, he threw his weight forward, sending her to the bed beneath him and letting him shift for more leverage. Now that he had just that, Wesley used it, bringing his down against her body as hard and fast as a jackhammer, one hand still curled under Faith, pulling her hair tight.*

*Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and she bucked her hips to meet his. It was closer to fighting than fucking and she was okay with that. More than okay with it. She wanted more, wanted everything he had to give and then wanted more than that.*

Harder. *The word was growled out when she moved and her eyes locked on his.* Fuck me harder.

I suppose the path to redemption doesn't include lessons in manners... *Wesley snarled out the comment, but was already moving before it was finished. He let go of Faith's hair, and reached down and behind him, pulling one of her legs off and hooking it over his arm, pushing until her knee was nearly at her shoulder. Wesley moved up onto his knees for more leverage and began to hammer himself at her, the bed groaning loudly in protest.*

*She would have laughed if not for the fact that he was already in motion. The change in position was just what she wanted, what she craved, and he hit all the right spots when he moved. Her orgasm followed quickly after that and it was glorious. Her fingers tore through the sheets when she clawed at them, muscles clenching down around him and a curse on her lips.*

Fuck, Wes. Again. Again.

*Never slowing his rhythm, Wesley rode her through the climax, although with the way Faith moved beneath him, it nearly seemed like he simply hung on for dear life while the orgasm crashed through her. He hissed sharply when she tightened on his cock, her Slayer strength taking the pressure right to the edge of pain, which only made him harder.

Aroused past words, Wesley grunted in response, then reached down again, bringing her other leg up in the same way, all but folding Faith in half under him. Teeth set tightly with the effort, he slammed himself at her with all he had.*

*There was something to be said for total muscle control and while she hadn't exactly been in her body at the time, what she'd told Spike had been accurate enough. She could squeeze a man until he popped like warm champagne. Just because she wasn't the one on top for this little venture didn't change anything in that regard. Wes, for all the skills he had, was still human. Damn could he keep up though.

Her second orgasm was quicker to come than the first had been, her body properly warmed up, engines revving, while breathy praise fell from her lips. Whether or not it was the taboo of what they were doing, or their history together that made all of it seem like it was something more than just a regular orgasm, Faith wasn't sure. She didn't care either. The added edge was one she was thoroughly enjoying.*

*While he wouldn't recommend the circumstances that had led to his transformation, Wesley couldn't deny that there were a number of positives to be gained from it. Between the time he'd committed to exercise and the sexual workouts he'd engaged in regularly with Lilah, he was not-- as Faith might have put it-- short on skills.

And this time, he wasn't short on the kind of deep and dark emotional baggage that always seemed to intensify and improve sex if nothing else. Wesley was sure that he was beyond trying to hurt Faith out of revenge, not that he could really do damage, but part of him did want to prove that he wasn't the weakling she'd tortured before.

If that meant fucking her wildly through another orgasm and continuing without letting up, then so be it.*

*Wes was no weakling and certainly not the kind of man that screamed easy bait anymore. Even if he wasn't out to hurt her for revenge there was still a part of her that felt he should. The voice in the back of her mind that whispered that she deserved it if he did. There was even a part of her that wanted him to just so she could pay for sins committed against him.

Luckily the way he kept moving didn't give her much time to follow that train of thought. It could live in the back of her mind untouched in lieu of the hormones flooding every part of her.*

*He could feel the heat and pressure growing in the base of his belly. Wesley had good stamina, but he wasn't exactly supernatural, and what was more, Faith was simply very good at this. Something told him though, that they weren't quite finished, so he needed a breather.

Wesley pulled out, taking deep breaths.* Turn over... and grab the headboard. *He added this last with a smirk.*

*While she'd never been very good at taking orders, she found she didn't mind it so much when Wes was the one giving them. At least like this. Stretching when she turned, she took her time moving to the headboard and positioning herself, throwing her hair back over her shoulder in order to look back at him and smirk.* This how you want me?

*It almost throws Wesley for a loop, how readily Faith moves as he'd said, but it's easy enough to recover quickly when she makes such a sensuous show of it, not to mention the look she gives him when she's done.* Damn straight.

*Maybe it's not one of Faith's favorite sayings, but it's definitely her language. Wesley's way of telling her how on the same page they are. He moved up the bed, positioning himself between her legs and slipping himself back inside of her, one single thrust until he's in to the hilt.*

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