all aboard the sunday smut train

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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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[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

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[justice_4all]

While he was a flirt, he had a reputation to uphold, it wasn't like Oliver to pull a pretty girl out of packed club into the back alley. But after a few too many body shots, and from how their making out on the couch of the VIP section was getting out of control, it was probably better than they cooled down outside. Except that they didn't at all.

Oliver knew he should have called his car, that they should have gone to her place or his, but he wanted Lydia right there, right at that moment. Between heated kisses he lifted her onto the hood of a parked cars, one hand dropping to her knees before slowly crawling upward underneath her skirt. His lips left hers to kiss a trail to her neck, nibbling the soft skin there.

He groaned when his fingertips felt the garter tab at the limit of her stockings. Lingerie was truly his weakness and now all he could do was imagining the red head in just her undergarments. His fingers ran on the straps up to the lacy belt, his thumb pressing gently against the warmth between her legs.

"Mmm...tell me, what color?" Because if it was black, he might just have to take round two to his place.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Lydia wasn't often a club girl, but every now and then, there was a little demand for it. There was the odd mood, the desire for a random stranger urging her to dress herself up to the nines and get out there for a little while. She didn't even need much alcohol to loosen herself up; she was just there and into it entirely.

It helped, of course, that she'd found an exceedingly hot guy there, and he was as into the idea of this as she was. No strings attached, just a little fun. It was perfect.

Her head was tipped back, one hand bracing back against the hood of the car as she pressed forwards against his mouth, wondering just how low he was willing to go here. She wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but it wasn't as though anyone would bat an eye at people having it off out behind a club. That wasn't new. So Lydia let her legs part a little more, encouraging his hand further beneath her skirt; the way his fingertips explored up her thigh, over the garter belt, was pleasant, but made her ache, and she was definitely hoping things heated up further soon.

Not that she really had any doubt, honestly.

"Black," she told him half-breathlessly, almost as though reading his mind. It was the one colour she knew went with everything she wore, that set off her skin tone and hair nicely, and was sure to get a little more attention. Everyone loved black. Her free hand crept up, curling around the back of his neck. "Like it?"

[justice_4all]

Oliver groaned into her neck, his teeth racking the soft skin there as Lydia answered his question:

"My favorite color for lace," he answered thickly, his hand moving further up under her skin, his thumb drawing slow circles over her that nervous numb, using the lace there to create friction.

"Now I'll just have to see you wearing properly..." he added, his other coming to shift her top so he could slip a hand inside her bra cup to free a breast. He clearly wasn't meaning to see her now, suggesting that this was only the beginning of their night.

Feeling the weight of her breast in hand, Oliver gently rolled the nipple with his thumb, feeling it hardened almost instantly. Not wanting to leave the other breast unattended, his mouth left Lydia's neck close over the rosy bud still trapped in lace, suckling it through the fabric.

The feel of her soft skin and the taste of it only made him want more, his groan throbbing with need to bury itself in her heat.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

She tipped her head back a little more, arching up into the graze of his teeth, the warmth of his breath, the tease of his touch. A soft groan escaped her, mostly to encourage him on. Not that he really needed it; it was abundantly clear that he was into this. Very into this.

"Mm, by all means," Lydia invited, hitching her leg up a little higher, tracing her ankle along the back of his thigh a little as he worked her shirt open. More and more, she was glad she wore a proper blouse, one with buttons that he could pop open and get out of the way. She exhaled slowly and pressed into his hand again, pressing her lips together; the sensations went straight through her, heat pooling low in her belly as he teased her through the thin lace of the bra. Definitely a good plan, wearing black lace. It was always a winning choice.

One hand fell to his hip, sliding beneath his shirt to rest just above the waist of his jeans, fingertips teasing along the edge, gradually closer to the zip. She rolled her hips forward too, pulling him closer with the leg wrapped around his thigh. She wanted to feel just how into this he was.