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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.

 

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Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim

[suicidemission]

seems appropriate after TFLN

[grindr]

1 & 2

definitely

[suicidemission]

[ He waits a bit - few minutes, tops - because he's a goddamn Ranger and he's not going to make himself look too pathetically eager or enthusiastic.

Real talk though - he is. He's so fucking excited, little butterflies doing loop-de-loops in his stomach. He's never really had this before, something 'serious', something committed. Never had time. He never let himself indulge, because he simply didn't allow the opportunity. When the world is at its end and everything is going downhill and snowballing into catastrophe, it just wasn't a priority, things like relationships or love or whatever.

Other people mightve. End of the world and all, why not? Chuck though..

Nah. He was too caught up, too involved in himself and the PPDC. Too intent on being number one.

And then there's this jackass that literally changes his entire perspective and he's still not completely sure how it happened. How he got in. How he got under Chuck's skin and stayed there. He can't even say he minds at all and maybe..maybe he does hurry over. Maybe he shows up, leaning on the door in his jacket and hat, grinning like a wolf, dimples deep and eyes bright. Maybe he doesn't waste any time getting his new boyfriend pinned up against the wall, slowly licking his way into his mouth. ]

[grindr]

[ If TJ has any answers to the hows or whys of it, he’s not sharing. The truth is, he didn’t need the end of the world as an excuse to party and enjoy the rest of life. He certainly wasn’t looking for anything serious when he found Chuck. After his last disastrous relationship, he’s been pretty gun-shy about even sleeping with the same person twice. He didn’t want to get too attached.

But he broke that rule with Chuck and look at them now? They’re like fourteen year olds trying to ask someone out for the very first time. It’s not smart for either of them. End of the world, Chuck being a Ranger… It’s a lot of uncertainty, but why should that be an excuse? If anyone’s entitled to a little happiness, it’s a guy like Chuck who puts his life on the line for everyone else.

TJ’s pulse quickens when Chuck knocks at the door. And for a second he can’t stop grinning like an idiot when he sees Chuck standing there. They’d talked about seeing where the evening goes, but with that smile lighting up his face, TJ knows there’s only one inevitable direction for the night to take.

Chuck seems to be on the same wavelength. TJ somehow manages to kick the door shut on their way to the nearest wall. His hands fist in Chuck’s jacket and he presses back against him (where else is he going to go with a solid wall behind him?). He tips his head back, welcoming Chuck’s tongue with his own. Within a few seconds, his hands are at work, tugging to get that jacket off. ]

[suicidemission]

[ He helps with that, shrugging his shoulders and shedding the heavy leather bomber he always wears, letting it fall unceremoniously into a pile on the floor. TJ ought to be flattered, that thing is a prize possession - his only one next to Striker and Max - and it usually gets it's own place of honor and he's terribly meticulous about oiling it and making sure it's properly hung.

Right now it's in immediate danger of being stepped on.

He fumbles with TJs belt and finally finds it in himself to kick his jacket out of the way, hat following immediately behind it. Get in, get naked, get in bed. Or against the wall. Whatever comes first. ]

omg so sorry for the delay!

[grindr]

[ He’ll be flattered later. At the moment, TJ’s mind is on other more pressing matters, like getting Chuck out of his pants. But Chuck’s got the same plan, so TJ dips his handers under his shirt instead. He’s done this more times than he cares to count, so there’s a practiced ease to the way he tugs it up and over Chuck’s head without interrupting his efforts.

There’s something funny about them squirming and fussing like high school boys fooling around for the very time. It’s endearing and damn if TJ isn’t eager to celebrate the new development in their relationship. Celebratory sex is like make-up sex without the ugly baggage attached.

Piece by piece, the pile of clothes on floor gets bigger and bigger. Somehow, between kisses and caresses and their bodies pressed tight, they manage it to get undressed without moving far from the door. As soon as they’re unencumbered with the hurried stripping, TJ’s hands run along the familiar lines of Chuck’s sides, finding purchase at his hips and pulling him forward to grind against. ]

my turn, i have no idea how the hell this got buried :|

[suicidemission]

[ Chuck feels like a freaking high-schooler, that's for sure. This isn't his first rodeo either - not with TJ and not as a whole, but damned if it isn't...special or some shit. Chuck's not so great with emotions or words, he's far better with actions so in lieu of saying something monumentally stupid, he'll just focus on getting them both naked and TJ flush to his frame, cocks grinding against one another, a growl in his throat. ]

Bedroom--

[ He'd suggest they fuck right here in the hall if there was lube and condoms laying around, but Chuck's pants are now on the floor and woefully, he doesn't carry around bottles of lube. ]

It happens <3

[grindr]

[ TJ wouldn’t be opposed to fucking against a wall with a little more planning. It’s all fun and games ‘til someone tries to go in dry. Despite the logic of moving, TJ let his head fall back and he groans in protest. Or is it a whine? It’s probably more of a whine since it’s such an utterly petulant sound. ]

Oh, okay, fine, [ he adds with a sigh, even as he slides his hands around to the small of Chuck’s back as if he might not let him go. He breaks away after a beat, snatching up Chuck’s hand so as not to be completely bereft of contact. ] Right behind you. Lead on.