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[shippingsock]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

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

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[higheverheir]

He groans around his mouthful and slowly draws away. He licks his lips to catch any excess drool and nuzzles Fenris' cock affectionately.

"Would you have me on my hands and knees for you?" He doesn't mind continuing his submission and letting Fenris push him around, tell him what to do. He's a solider, orders are part of his life. "You can hold me down and take what you wish from me."

[tevintersdreadwolf]

He adjusts his grip on Aedan's hair, holding him where he is, nuzzled up against his hip. There is something empowering about it, a feeling he tries not to think too hard about; control and submission are fine lines to walk. At least he doesn't have to worry whether or not Aedan finds it acceptable, if the hard bulge against Fenris' foot is any indication.

He continues to rub slowly at his trapped cock, enjoying the feeling despite the urge to do just what has been suggested.

"Is that what you want? Will the Hero of Fereldan submit?" Fenris might be willing to indulge.

[higheverheir]

"Yes." Aedan mouthed at Fenris' hip, licking at his skin and the tattoos he could reach. "I want you pounding me from behind, taking me."

He rocked up into Fenris' foot, looking for more friction. Fenris was playing his part well. That strong personality of his lended itself well to this sort of game. Aedan was going to be panting for him in no time if he kept this up.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

Truth be told, it's a game that Fenris has less experience with than he probably lets on to, but he's good at playing along. He presses his foot in a little harder, giving Aedan the pressure he's looking for, his skin prickling in the wake of his tongue over his tattoos. It's an ache that feels just good enough to avoid being painful.

He groans, the sound a low rumble in his throat. "Then put your mouth back to work. Show me how much you want it."