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Sunday Smut

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

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ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

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( the stockings and garters are not something Graham is used to seeing. it makes him think of times long past, though thinking about such things does make his thoughts a little fuzzy. they're refined and intentional and quite delicate, and he finds he likes them. likes them enough that his rather mad intensity is slowed, at least a little. rough hands run over elegant lines before he looks back at the darkened eyes of his company as his fingers hook in the lace of the garter belt.

he probably should have started with the snaps first, that was probably the best way to remove it. still, Evie's hands are pushing the fabric free with the same insistence he has, he can't feel too guilty. the snaps open on their own as he pulls the fabric past her thighs and down her legs, and that's about as far as he gets before he's reminded of his intense desire to keep his mouth on her skin.

there's red lines marking across her body from where he's already been, yet it doesn't seem to stop him from bending back low to kiss near her navel, even as one hand blindly tries to keep at the few layers they have left between them. he's not big on words at the best of times, but he's got absolutely none to spare when his mouth could be on her body. )

[He isn't one for talk and therefore it falls to Evelyn to be the vocal of the pair of them, which isn't out of the ordinary for her. Humming quietly in affirmation she lifts her hips to assist him with the removal of her garter belt, the clasps snapping as the fabric is jerked suddenly, peeling the stockings from her legs. Evelyn only barely manages to kick it off in its entirety when he becomes distracted once more, preoccupied with a need to leave his mark.

(He has left several already, about her throat and thighs, and Evelyn arches up to meet his mouth while he pries the last of her underthings away, far too bare now by comparison.)]

Graham-

[Her hands push into his hair, tightening and pulling, something deliciously furious in the way he kisses her stomach and hips. The only real frustration is that he is largely dressed and it will not do, trousers still affixed although his shirt is long-abandoned.]

( its hard to say why the mild mannered sheriff changes so drastically under dimmed lights, dropped clothes, and silken sheets. why suddenly a feral need to mark and be remembered takes over — a hunger that seems so insatiable that every touch and press is manic in unquenched desperation. he always wants to feel, more more more, but at least he seems content to see that she feels just as much.

the elastic snaps against her skin in his sharp tugs to get it free. at least he seems moderately apologetic for that. some memories he intends to leave, a hickey here or there, or the burn of his whiskers against delicate pale skin. the snap of elastic, not so much, but at least it pulls his attention up and back toward her face. gives her room to work at a heavy belt as his hands press at her hips and he watches her as he kisses the hollow between her lungs, a slow smile pressed there as her heady voice breathes his name.

he likes that. he finds he likes a great deal of her. he doesn't say it, but certainly she can see it. he wants just as badly for them to be less layers between them, because as he works his hips against her, the friction isn't at all what he wants it to be. it's enough to earn a low growl of impatience. )

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Sunday Smut

the huntsman ➶ once

hello darkness my old friend

http://i.imgur.com/Sp5b3RC.gif (1 and probably 3 i'M SORRY he's a biter)

NEVER APOLOGIZEEEEE

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