Get in, skanks, it's Smut Picture Prompt time

[meme_maid]

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:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

Image height and width:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[assholic]

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[clipeifer]

New York was one of the last places Steve should have been; he was a man on the run, but he had a habit of throwing himself into danger. This time, though, it wasn't because he was doing the right thing or because he had survivor's guilt and a death wish or being a stubborn ass about his best friend in the face of the world. This time, he was indulging a far different need.

He and Jessica had met just after he became Public Enemy #1; what he had learned about her by word of mouth said she could be a valuable asset on certain things in the city. He paid her out of the resources he and his team were able to pull together and they developed a rapport; soon, they were busting each other's balls right and left, occasionally sharing a couple of drinks as they caught up on details. Getting drunk was way too hard, but Steve had been able to get buzzed just enough to breach professionalism. And he had liked it - he knew about Jessica's abilities and that meant Steve didn't have to hold back. They talked, rearranged some things, and started making this a more regular occurrence.

He should have felt bad for Jessica's bed frame, the way it shook as he thrust into her pussy again and again. He should have felt bad about the way they were scuffing her floor or disturbing her downstairs neighbors with the racket. Steve didn't hold back from grunting as he dug his hands into the sheets and supported himself over Jessica. Steve could hold back like any man, but whereas other men could afford to let go now and then with their lovers, get a little rough, it didn't take much for Steve to cross dangerous lines, save with Jessica.

"Fuck." Steve moved a hand down toward Jessica's hip and the other reached up for her headboard. Probably a bad move; it banged against the wall with his thrusts.

[assholic]

"You'd better be," she shot back, legs locking around his waist. She could take rough. Hell, she liked rough. Rough was in the moment, something that took up all of her thoughts. Rough made her feel. She wasn't able to compare anything now to anything in the past because she was too busy in the now, too busy feeling the almost bruising force he thrust into her with, too busy gripping a ridiculously firm bicep with fingers that whitened as she held on. She'd have bruises from this, but so would he, and that was just fine with her. Tender wasn't something she could manage. Not right now. Not yet, anyway.

Good thing Steve wasn't in the mood for tender. She could understand that. It had taken Luke for her to be able to find someone that she could really let go with. Someone she didn't have to worry about hurting, where she could just take. Steve was just as good on that front, and he had the same issue she had. Nothing killed the mood faster than a broken pelvis, so there was always that need to hold back, to rein it in. To be careful. She didn't want to be, and by the way she could hear the frame of the bed rasping back and forth over the floor, by the debris raining down on them from the headboard damaging the drywall, he didn't want to be either.

Fine by her. But she found herself pushing at him, moving to roll them over. Jess liked a good ride now and then, and she might not say it to his face, but Steve looked damn good splayed out on her bed with that sheen of sweat over him.