Weekly Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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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>

(( Note: I accidentally deleted the last smut picture prompt meme. That is my bad and I apologize to everyone who lost threads and tags. This was done in a moment of stupidity when I thought I had messed up this week's meme and instead ended up editing and deleting the last one. ))

Comments

starting with 2, might incorporate others later.

[infernumtenetur]

[Dean's not sure how this happened. Curiosity, maybe, or too much pent up sexual tension (because whether he admitted it or not, it was always there; a spark between them, volatile and unpredictable). He's not sure he cares about the hows or whys just then, though, not with the way Castiel is practically devouring his mouth. Who knew the angel could kiss? They're both shirtless, overcoats, jackets and shirts tossed somewhere into the back of the Impala, and Dean can't help but paw at Cas' bare stomach and chest, mapping out the slim contours of his torso as he tastes him. They're supposed to be doing reconnaissance but that seems to have been pushed to the wayside in favor of exploring each other.]

gonna go with human cas if that's alright?

[trenchcoat_angel]

[Castiel didn't know how or why this had happened. He was flesh and blood now. Human. He knew the hunger and thirst of mortals. Bathing ritually was a new thing, but he had pretty much gotten that under control. His days fell into a rhythm. Working at the gas station, doing his best to make the place as clean and customer friendly as possible, and then coming back to a shelter for the homeless for a shower and a warm meal. It wasn't so terrible.

Of course, the days when he saw Dean made it all worth it. Even when he tried to distance himself, when he went out of his way to avoid being sucked back into the void of humans, demons, angels, and everything in between.

He had miscalculated his vessel's need for one very important thing: intimacy. Human touch. Love. Lust. Sex. It was a drive that he wasn't at all used to. Sex with a female had seemed odd, perhaps even complicated. When his mouth crashed against Dean's and he felt battle-roughened hands sliding along the lean muscle of his own vessel; it all seemed as natural and instinctual as breathing. He fumbled, of course, hands moving to cup the hunter's face because the woman he had been with had seemed to enjoy that. Those long fingers and slender palms moved down to grip Dean's shoulders.

The angle was awkward, but he rectified that by unbuckling his safety belt, the rasp of his day old stubble no doubt leaving Dean's mouth feeling a bit raw]

What about the witch?

absolutely~

[infernumtenetur]

[Dean hadn't forgotten about the reaper Cas was with, hadn't forgotten that he wasn't the virgin angel anymore. Castiel getting laid by himself was worlds different than the time Dean took him to that club to get him laid, though. Maybe because he hadn't gotten to be there. Or maybe because when Cas had told him he'd had sex with the reaper, hot jealousy flared through him. Dean Winchester, jealous? Some part of hell must've frozen over. Needless to say his touch had an edge of possessiveness, and as he swept over Castiel's ribcage he dragged his nails hard enough to leave faint red marks.

Of course, the reaper was last thing on Dean's mind at that moment, particularly with the way Cas cupped his face (like he was the chick, and no, he was so not the chick) and then slid his hands down to his shoulders. The feel of stubble burn was strange, but not unappealing and when Castiel pulled away, Dean growled, tilting his head to lick and nip at his jaw.]

We've been waiting for hours. She's not gonna show tonight.

Re: absolutely~

[trenchcoat_angel]

[Castiel had only done this a limited amount of times with just one person; the reaper. He honestly only knew of one way to approach this sort of heated, sexual situation and the logistics of what would happen further down the road still baffled him. Regardless, he persevered by nuzzling his mouth under Dean's chin just hard enough to force him to arch his neck. From there he kissed his way down to the upper portion of his chest.

Granted, the angle was forever and always awkward, but the newly humanized angel did the best he could with what little carnal knowledge he had managed to gather. He pressed his lips to Dean's right nipple, licking at first before locking his lips around the hardened nub. His brows pinched together to signify complete concentration. If he was treating Dean like a woman, it was only because of his limited pool of sexual partners]

Still, the witching hour is 3 AM. That's three hours from now, we should be on our guard...later.