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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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Robb Stark | ASOIAF | M/F

[thekingofthenorth]

[Would die for a Jeyne. ;;]

Re: Robb Stark | ASOIAF | M/F

[ladyjeyneofthecrag]

Ask and ye shall receive

First time?

[thekingofthenorth]

[Oh my goodness, yes to everything! I will start. <3]

The night was thick with love bridled with lust for his new found lover, Jeyne having arrived in his tent after council with his banner men and things quickly escalated beyond his control. It was a matter of seconds before they practically tore each others clothing off to scatter the floor as their entwined bodies fell to the ground. Robb's back pressed against the warmth of the pelt beneath him as his female counterpart's naked form melded to his own in unison. Her supple breasts against his battle hardened torso felt heavenly as they continued to kiss each other, nipping at each others lips playfully with chuckles ushered out betwixt them.

It was not long before she pulled away to look him directly in the eye, holding each others gaze intensely. No words were necessary in that moment, their minds unified in thought as his arousal pressed between her thighs. Rolling his hips forward the king in the North's jaw went slack as a wanton groan fell off his lips. "Jeyne..." A hand moving to cup her left cheek in a passionate embrace and watching, waiting for her to commit herself to him.

[ladyjeyneofthecrag]

Jeyne was not entirely sure how they had ended up like this. As she'd entered his tent he'd appeared distraught, and the message from the raven at Winterfell was now crumpled on the table they lay beside. Robb's brothers, dead, and killed by the man he'd considered his closest friend.

She'd sought only to console him, to hold him and kiss away his tears, but her lips on his cheeks had quickly changed to heated kisses, and in a flurry their clothes were gone and they were so nearly joined as one that stopping now felt impossible. It had begun with him needing her. Now she needed him.

She rolled them over, submitting herself to him completely. Her heart had long been his though she hadn't spoken the words aloud. She was still too frightened to tell him that she loved him. Instead of giving him words she gave him her body. Her knees clutched at his sides and she pulled his face down to hers to kiss him softly.

"Robb... I am yours."

She cared naught for her reputation or her maidenhood. All she knew, all she wanted, was him.

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If interested, we've got [1], [2], and / or [3].