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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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[ If Peter was half as bad as Lydia thought wouldn't he have just left town already? Wasn't he this ultimate boogeyman? Why would he still be here? It's clear they're making no progress with the Alpha Pack or Jennifer Blake. They're chasing their tails. Wouldn't Peter be better off leaving town and letting Derek fight this? And yet he's still here. He's still sitting by Cora's bedside trying to keep an eye on her. Isn't that a good thing? That's just Peter's take though. Flawed by his own inflated view of his persona. Nothing would be accurate coming from Peter Hale.

He smiles when she cops to not liking him. No one likes him apparently. It's never bothered Peter and it's probably not going to start. Having someone not like you means absolutely nothing to him. ] I don't care, sweetheart. Liking me has no connection to anything below the belt and I think you know that. You're a smart girl? How's anatomy work? [ His gaze flickers downward as his free hand moves to brush light fingers over her hips. ]

I - [ Wait. ] What?

[ Just because she was thinking things along the same line didn't mean she was fully prepared for anything quite so spot on to come out of his mouth. He's not even particularly vulgar, but every word that drips from his lips is outright filthy. Lydia flushes accordingly, though basic embarrassment is to blame too.

Was she that obvious? (Yes.) Obvious enough that he'd figured out what she wanted before she'd admitted it to herself? (Yes.) Had he really just said that? (Yes!) And did that mean this was going to end like some of those indecent trains of thought had ended? (Well...) ]

Wh- ah... No. [ She shakes her head when he touches her hip, a quiet no don't do that even as her mouth goes dry and her breath quickens. ] I didn't come here for - for an anatomy lesson. I know how it works.

[ Peter can smell it on her. It's mixed with a multitude of other scents, but it's there. It's linger just belong the surface. She should really be more careful as to who she hangs out with. They could smell things on her. Smell them and know that she's been having some thoughts. He's not sure what's in the thoughts, but they exist. They have to exist. With that scent almost always comes thoughts. They go hand in hand. Don't the thoughts usually spark that scent? Peter's excellent at biology. He's excellent at a lot of things though. He honestly can't help it though. He was just born this way.

His smile only grows when she struggles to desperately shut him down. It's so cute when she tries this hard. It's like watching a puppy struggle to climb stairs. A flustered Lydia Martin is a rare sight. She could be a violent little pistol when backed up against a wall and he knew this. He was honestly surprised she hadn't tried to go for the throat yet. Which is why he's going to ignore the last few sane thought processes that he actually does possess. ]

Yes. I had hoped you would. Then I suppose you know what comes next right? [ He doesn't even let Lydia respond. He leans down and closer to Lydia. Once their lips make contact he lifts his hand to cup her cheek and opens his mouth just a bit wider. He's not going to push, but he's going to give her the option. Though he's certainly expecting a slap possibly. ]

[ It's really unfair. All her friends (and even her enemies) have super senses that can just sniff her and deduce what she's feeling; can touch her and deduce what she's thinking based on how hot her skin was; could close their eyes and pick out her heartbeat in a room full of people, and guess what she wanted based off of how high her blood pressure was. None of it was fair. None of it was ever fair.

And right now, none of it is PG, either. Barely PG-13. She's everything; she's hot, her heart is racing, and her pheromones are running wild, and certainly triggering a social response — a viable one, too, because he's so close to her face and she decides she wants him even closer and then he's there. Then they're kissing, and she's so... relieved. And it's a strange emotion, but it's so strong that she's shaking and barely recognizes any of this as real.

It feels real, though. She's frozen, but they're kissing; she can feel the heat of his mouth and rough of his palm against her cheek, and it's...not awful. It's not even bad. It's almost nice, if not so so wrong, and she should slap him but she doesn't. Doesn't kiss him back immediately, either, because he asked her a question and she has an answer. ] A... A lot of bad things that I'll regret tomorrow, [ she breathes against his mouth. And because she's Lydia Martin, she's always right. ]

...But it's not tomorrow yet.

[ Peter will most definitely have to make it a game. Picking out what Lydia Martin is feeling when they're in a room together. Though he's generally leaning towards her feeling rage. Rage is the usual emotion followed by a slight tinge of fear. Because try as she might she still was a little bit afraid of him and things he was capable of. Though now he's certain other things will be mixed in as well. Arousal will of course be one of them. By this point it's falling off her in waves. It makes Peter dizzy. It makes him want to drop to his knees and make it even more prominent with his mouth. He could make it happen through her jeans too. He felt that confident in his abilities to make a woman scream and Lydia Martin certainly was a screamer.

She pulls back to answer and Peter has to chuckle. She's such a saucy young lady at times. He's never been more certain in his decision to attach himself to her in that way. She was definitely the wise choice. The smartest one of the bunch and yet they waited so long to fill her in on everything. What horrible, horrible friends they were. ] No. It most certainly is not. [ The smile he's exhibiting is positively predatory. He looks more like he wants to eat her alive than fuck her roughly. Though he does really want to do that second one a lot. He's got a feeling she'll know just what to do too.

Peter drops his hand from her cheek and tilts his head backwards. He's make a decision, but it's taking some time to arrive at the end of it. Finally he sighs. ] I could help you out with that--if you want. [ Peter Hale doesn't get on his knees for anyone in other circumstances, but right now he's dropping to his for Lydia Martin. Slowly. Placing a kiss every which way as he goes down. He stops just long enough to pop open the button on her jeans. ] Would you like that?

[ She likes him best when he's on his knees. given, she didn't really like him at all, but the second he sunk down, she felt...better. There wasn't a good word for it. It was almost like they were on a level playing field for once (but they weren't, and she knew it). From up here, she felt some semblance of control, even if he probably wouldn't stop undoing her pants if she'd asked him to.

He'd justify it by saying that she wanted it, or something just as questionable; he'd contribute to her minor consent issues, but he'd be right. ]

I don't want your help, [ Lydia tells him, but her breath is heavy and her eyes glazed. This is all too much; too much stimulus, too much to take in. She's nervous and flighty, and that makes her all the more sensitive. He pops the button on her jeans and she almost lets out an audible whimper. The compromise is to suck in a breath and distractedly force out: ] It - it always comes with strings attached.

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i'm detouring from my prompt picture, but i don't care.

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