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Weekly Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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.

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(( 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. ))

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[ It's true. It doesn't take much to get her blood running, not after a few drinks too many and a body so strong and big it could punch volcanic boulders into submission. (Whether he told her as a joke or imagined it herself will remain a mystery.) She couldn't describe how she took the actions leading to this, but the sergeant had stopped thinking at some point and relied on her instinct, which told her Chris is someone she could trust like a brother on the battlefield. That, to her, is a hefty degree of confidence.

Though just as fit as the BSA captain, Lightning is slender, fair-coloured, and fine-featured. Her spirit possesses the edges of a sword while her body the curves of a goddess. She seems tiny beneath him, but there is an undeniable power to her, a physical control that comes from years of strict training regiments, and a relentlessness that comes from a fighter of cruel fate, the ominous arrow-pierced tattoo at the centre of her chest a testament of her trials.

Heat radiates off her skin as she grinds and groans and grabs at this man—Chris Redfield—he gave her the name earlier tonight, but she noted it again on his uniform before yanking the fabric off his chest. Everything is off her except her necklace, the bolt-shaped pendant somewhere behind her and coldly pressing into her shoulder as she rocks under him.

Truth is her vision is a haze, but her nerves tingle with every pump of his hand. Soon she'll be squelching, her hips bucking up to him and and legs trembling around him, uncertain whether to spread them wider or fold them over his back. Lightning breaks their kiss for breath, a moan dragging out of her lungs with his tongue, and she runs a hand up the side of his face, fingers clenching into short, damp hair. She's bad at words, but her eyes speak for her as she points a focuses and electric blue gaze upon him, sighs tumbling from swelling pink lips. ]

[She's incredibly beautiful. She's beautiful and strong, even as petite as she is compared to him, and Chris is still slightly boggled that she came back to his room with him. He's stronger and more athletic than 99% of 40-year-olds, but he's still 40 years old, and so focused on his job he hardly has time to even think about sex, let along go on any dates.

But the intensity is as important to him as how she looks, and the way she moans and kisses him back and thrusts her hips against his large hand has him almost shaking with arousal. Her fingers grip in his hair and the slight tug sends a chill through him, and his breath is heavy and warm against her bare skin. Two of his fingers are buried inside her, pumping furiously, soaking wet and warming her up.

He finally manages to get his jeans off through the friction of grinding against the bed, and his erection hangs, proportional to the rest of him, rock hard and glistening at the tip. The sound that escapes him is nothing short of victorious as he kicks them onto the floor behind him, now nude as well.

Chris meets her eyes with a look of his own, pupils a little wide, locking sight with her as he keeps his fingers moving in and out of her.]

[ He could try breaking her, but he doesn't. She'd fight back, give him hell for it—Lightning's no stranger to being a David to Goliaths—but the bedroom isn't a field on Gran Pulse. It's a whole different kind of battle. There is power and dominance, but there is also intimacy, and that is something Lightning is poor in, not only for lack of interest in the area but also for lack of experience. (Surprisingly, she's just about half his age.) Though she compensates with endurance and passion, but besides that, she isn't sure how to pleasure him the way he's doing to her now.

Lightning swallows and then winces, eyes fluttering under the feel of his fingers inside her, rubbing her firmly and thorough. Squirming and sighing, she isn't concentrated on the sound of his pants falling to the ground, but the thud and subsequent brush of a burning cock against her skin snaps her into realization. For a second her eyes widen, flicker downward to verify with sight, and shift back up to his face. She doesn't seem frightened as much as…unsure.

She slows down, needing to recalibrate. That's next. Steeling her nerves, she slides her hand off his head and down his neck, swerving over his back and pulling it to rest upon his shoulder. A slightly awkward brace. ]

…Go a little slower with that.

[Chris may be a beast of a human being, but he's a gentle giant if nothing else. He's careful with every touch and every movement not to go too hard. It's been so long he feels like he's completely forgotten how this goes, but fortunately his body and gut instinct does a pretty good job, as does his ability to read Lightning's reactions.

The tug stops him in his tracks, and he's silent and still for a moment except for heavy breathing, listening to her request.]

Okay.

[Slowly he starts up again, back with the pace he'd already surpassed a little bit before. He pumps his fingers in and out, occasionally twisting or scissoring experimentally to see what her reaction will be.]

There?

[ The reaction is shivering and tensing and an oohhh so pleased sigh as she nods and turns her head to the side. A mature partner is a good match for her, helps her relax since she trusts he knows what he's doing, no matter what he thinks of himself.

She lets him continue working her another minute, breath growing more shallow again until she decides she's ready for more. Lightning rises, tenderly pressing her mouth against his. She pushes him up to sit on his knees, almost sinking into the dip caused by his weight if not for balancing herself by positioning her legs (slick and sinewy) far out. Learning from moment before, her kisses heat up, and before long she's pushing him onto his back, meaning to straddle him. Wordlessly, she looks for his approval, biding her time before sliding him into her and meanwhile letting one hand wander below, tracing the sculpted divide of his groin. ]

[He pulls his hand away slowly, letting her steer him back and drawing his hand out of her, keeping his mouth pressed to hers measure for measure, press for press of their tongues. Chris goes back onto his knees at her bidding, then flops back to lie with his head propped up by the pillows and the headboard, smiling like he's won some kind of great prize as she straddles him. His strong, rough hands slide down her thighs on either side of him, slowly stroking up and down her pale skin.]

God, you're- gorgeous.

[He's a real sweet-talker (not) at the best of times. When he's this aroused, it's even worse.]

[ Unfortunately for him, she doesn't know the first thing about sweet talking. If she were more sober and less aroused, she'd give him a punch to the gut (so maybe he is a bit lucky, there), but as that's not the case, she simply wrinkles her brow. Her fingernails continue skimming the lines of his body, his muscles. How much did he have to do to get his way? What did he have to fight? ]

Not usually what people call me.

[ Scary, aloof, stubborn--more on those veins. Of course, none of those traits would show now as she sits on top of him, taking in the sight of so much man lying naked and hard below her, submissive to her every move. That, she thinks, is more overwhelming than felling a behemoth. She isn't used to having such conscious control over someone, but she hasn't decided how much she likes or dislikes it.

Rather than returning the compliment, lightning resumes the action, mimicking him from before by leaning down to string kisses along his neck and shoulder. Meanwhile, her hand quits the canvas of his impressive musculature and reaches back to pet his cock, feel the girth of it in her palm and press it against her backside as it softly grinds against it. With the way her hips tremble, she's obviously more tender than she could admit. ]

[Well, he could call her that instead, if she prefers, but it doesn't sound like it's a good thing. He just smirks and continues to rub his hands over the back of her fit thighs, turning his head to give in to the kisses. It also works to hide the soft, strangled groan that escapes him as she takes hold of his cock, as he feels her warm skin just barely rubbing against it.

He's close to trembling too, still breathing heavily with his eyes fluttering halfway closed the longer she handles him.

She felt incredible inside. Just imagining sliding his length into that hot, tight body is making him feel short of breath.]

[ Lightning often allows her body to overcome her mind, but not in situations like this. She struggles to let go and give in, but her head feels like a half-emptied bottle of liquor, sloshing and swaying and submissive to senses and sensualities. She supposes these are good reactions to what she's doing. She moves her hips a little faster, a little longer, fingertips poking below the base of his penis. The air feels steamy between them, and her hair is clinging to her neck and cheeks.

Gorgeous.

It replays in her ears, between sighs and suckling. Eyes shut, she finally comes around to inserting him into her, carefully dragging his wet tip along her folds and then into her. The pressure is maddening, and she feels herself exhale shakily. She swallows, steadying herself by propping both hands upon the mattress, on either side of his head. Ocean blue shaded in shadow, she gazes at him both for guidance and in permission. ]

[Chris holds still as she starts to adjust herself, and only after he feels the first press of his cock inside her does he realize he's holding his breath, too. Exhaling slowly, he reaches up with both hands to rest them on her hips, supporting her, giving her the control of how deep to go and how quickly. Chris is no small man in any respect, and the last thing he wants is to hurt her.

He meets her eyes and nods slowly, keeping his grip firm on her, reassuring. His voice is low and a little husky when he speaks again.]

Easy. Slow as you need to.

[Because that's about all he'll get out as he feels her tight walls around him, stretching delicately the deeper they sink.]

[ She softens her breathing, taking that reassurance and trusting it. Pain and pleasure mix as she goes down on him, spine arching, and for a moment she simply squeezes around him, allowing his width to settle in her. Gently, she rolls her hips forward and back. It's not like his fingers (shorter, quicker); his shaft reaches deeper and touches nerves she'd rarely excited at all.

It leaves her nearly breathless and biting her bottom lip—craving. Lightning grows bolder by the second, nudging in different directions and then eventually raising herself halfway up and back down his hot, pulsing cock. The motion affects all of her immediately. Quivering, moaning, gritting her teeth—she couldn't help be a little loud. ]

[God, when was the last time he was with someone like this? So embarrassingly long he can't put a date on it, that's for sure. His eyes are locked on her as she rolls her hips and settles down, taking him in deep. The look on her face is incredible, and he keeps his hands firm around her hips just to brace himself.

That first rise and fall has Chris' eyes rolling back in his head, lips curling into a little strained snarl as he moans in tandem with her. Her body is tight, soft, incredibly warm inside, and he can't help but roll his hips up out of reflex to meet her.

He resists moving further though, with military discipline. She's in control right now. That may change later, but for the moment he's pleased to let her set the pace.]

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