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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:                                embed an image:                control width and height:
     <a href=IMAGEURL >TEXT</a>       <img src=IMAGEURL>      <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[teenyoda]

One | Two | Three

Starting with 3~

[viscerally]

Brace your knees on the back of the couch and lean down so your ass is bared to me.

[Derek's gaze is heated as he gives Stiles the instruction. They've been fooling around awhile, long enough he's already rock hard, aching, but he wants to try something new.]

[teenyoda]

Are you trying to get me to brain myself? I thought we were... you know, doing stuff. When did acrobatics coming into it?

[Yes, they were hard and horny and he was surprised by the sudden demand that he stop touching and licking and move away and just... what?]

[viscerally]

We are doing stuff.

[He gives Stiles a pointed look, but he's gentle when he cups his chin and draws him in for a kiss.]

I want to try something.

[teenyoda]

Uh huh. And this something requires the one with zero equilibrium to do a balancing act?

[He grumbled into the kiss, more intent on trying to get his hands back around Derek's waist than in doing what he'd been told.]

[viscerally]

[Derek catches Stiles' wandering hands and growls, eyes flashing blue.]

You'll like it, I promise. Get on the couch.

[teenyoda]

[There's an exasperated exhale, but finally he rolls his eyes, pulling his hands free and going over to the couch.]

If I break my skull open, I am never having sex with you again.

[viscerally]

You're not going to break your skull open.

[He follows, placing a hand on Stiles' lower back. He can't quite keep from tracing long fingers down the line of his spine.]

Get. On. The. Couch.

[He punctuates each word with a nip at Stiles' shoulder.]

[teenyoda]

[His eyes close at the touch, cock jerking with each nip to his shoulder, hands gripping the back of the couch before he turns to shoot Derek a dirty look.]

I'd better not. Caved in skull isn't really in style this year.

[But he was moving to try to climb over the back of the couch, not really sure how Derek wanted him placed.]

[viscerally]

[He doesn't bother respond to that. Instead he keeps Stiles steady as he climbs over the back of the couch, using the hand on his lower back to guide him until he's bent down, knees spread apart. The view is... damn. Derek's voice is notably huskier when he speaks again.]

Comfortable?

[teenyoda]

Not entirely? All the blood is rushing into my head, so if you've got some kind of devious werewolf plan, I'd hurry it the hell up, Hale.

[viscerally]

[There's a growl, and then Derek's hands are on Stiles' ass, spreading his cheeks. Hot breath precedes an even hotter flick of tongue over his perineum and hole.]

Stop complaining, Stilinski, or I'll eat you in a different way.

[teenyoda]

[Okay, well... that shut him up. Mostly. He let out an obscene moan as soon as he felt the wet heat of Derek's tongue over him, hands clutching at the couch cushions.]

Jesus, this is what you had in mind? You could have just told me...