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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.

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[Steve was definitely not stingy with the noises the made. Their lodgings were empty of people, their friends busy elsewhere, so Steve doesn't have to hold back the moans, the whines and half-bitten grunts as Bucky thrust hard and fast into him, just the way he liked it.

He came with a sharp cry, back arching as he shuddered through his orgasm, and through it he could feel Bucky continuing to fuck him through it, dragging the sensations out.]

[It's a good thing they seem to have this floor to themselves, because Steve's letting go under him, and Bucky's drinking it up; it spurs him to pound into him even harder, fingers digging into his hips, eyes closed and head bowed.

He can feel it when Steve starts to come, even if he hadn't let out that cry; he clamps down on his cock, and shit, he can feel his own orgasm coming in close. Bucky tries to hold out a little longer, power through it. If he's going to do this, part of him's determined to win by a landslide here.

He manages to last a full minute longer, thrusts stuttering before he pushes in as deep as he can and starts to spill in a silent, open mouthed groan; after being stuck in a small apartment and then stuck with all the other soldiers out here, you learned to keep it silent or you got caught; you never lived it down if you didn't learn to keep your mouth shut, so old habits die hard]

[Steve is usually very good at keeping quiet but tonight, tonight was just a bit different from usual that he couldn't hold himself back this time. As Bucky continues to pound into his oversensitive body he bites back his groans as he felt the hard cock inside of him spill warm and wet inside of him.

After a few minutes of nothing but trying to get his breathe back, Steve freed his wrists with a quick jerk, almost as an afterthought.

Hey Buck...you with me?

[his thighs are still trembling against Steve as the last of his orgasm's wrung out of him, then he slumps a little over Steve, catching himself with a hand. His voice sounds raw, a little slurred]

Yeah, I'm here.

[He can feel Steve shifting, tearing those bindings easily; Bucky takes it as a sign, and slowly draws out with a small hiss, then flops backwards onto his ass]

[Steve's gotten his breathe back by the time Bucky pulls out. He rolls over as well, shaking off the bits of leftover bindings from his wrists(he'll clean those up later). There was a pleasant ache in his body, just like he wanted. It was a pity it's not going to last long.

He should probably clean up, but was feeling too good and lethargic to move.]

That was good, Buck.

[Bucky's kind of curled up, one leg out, his other foot planted, and elbow resting on a knee, while he wipes at his face with that hand, then rests his face in his palm. His eyes are closed. When Steve speaks again, there's some pride; he feels just as beat (well, mostly) as Steve, and he sounds nice and well-fucked.

Bucky smirks, and gives him a sloppy half-salute with his other hand]

Always aim to please.

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