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[wishingsock]

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>

Comments

[teenyoda]

Sorry, Derek. You'd crossed 'illegal and wrong' as soon as you'd crept in the window. And at that moment, Stiles didn't really care. There was a naked guy in his room, naked and built and full of hard planes and lines that he was being given free rein to ogle, so he was going to take advantage of that and look, breath coming just a little faster when he saw Derek's cock bobbing to life.

He hadn't gotten his fill, but he did drag his eyes back up to meet Derek's, his hand deciding that it had been still long enough and stroking upward, fingers closing over the glans of his cock. "Now what...? Do I get a show since you've... gotten one?" Sort of...

[withmy_teeth]

He didn't need to be asked twice, especially once Stiles' hand started moving once more. He stood alongside the bed where there was enough light for him to be seen, one hand moving to caress and tug gently at his balls as he began stroking his cock with the other. The movements of his wrist were long and languid, taking his sweet time as he jerked himself to a full erection.

Truthfully, Derek liked playing exhibitionist. He worked hard to keep himself in shape, and it gave him a special sort of pleasure to have his work admired. He'd drop everything to curate a fucking museum of the work of art that was Stiles Stilinski's body, dedicate workshops to every birthmark and mole, teach classes on the way his hipbones pressed against his skin in the most tantalizing way, write theses on how it was physically possible to have lips that looked so soft, so plush.

He'd potentially kill a man for the opportunity to follow that trail of fine hair down from his bellybutton with his tongue, but he was trying to steer himself away from jail time for this.

[teenyoda]

He was subconsciously mimicking Derek's pace, eyes moving from the hand that was tugging on the sac and feeling a faint tingling in his own to the cock that was clearly hard and ready for whatever Derek felt like using it for. He'd seen those abs and that chest naked a thousand times before, but they seemed more naked this time since there was no line of Derek's jeans to stop any roaming eyes.

Derek was proportionate; hard and muscled all over, thighs as firm as his biceps and okay, maybe Stiles was trying to remember what he looked like when he was doing those pullups on the door frame, picturing him doing that naked and how that would put certain things at eye level.

Or, you know, mouth level. If someone was so inclined to think in that direction. His lip slid free from where he'd been biting it, mouth open as he kept stroking, toes flexing with each sweep of his hand along his shaft, cheeks flushed as he paid particular attention to Derek's hand doing the same. But of course, he couldn't leave well enough alone...

"You should come sit. Down. Here. On the bed. It'd be more comfortable." And it would be closer. And Stiles wasn't exactly moving to make room, so Derek would have to make him.