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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>

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[vengefulviper]

[He shouldn't have been here.

There were so many reasons that this was wrong. So many. In the aftermath, even for a man like the Red Viper, even for a man of as questionable honor and questionable appetites as Oberyn Martel, even he may need to wash the lingering feeling of wrongness from his skin. She was a Lannister. She was Queen Cersei, the beautiful, terrible golden child, a symbol of everything that he loathed most in the world, a name on his list of vengeance to be achieved.

Yet her body was as hot and sweet as any as he had ever tasted. There were stories of Cersei Lannister's beauty, her majesty, and they paled in comparison to the truth, especially now. Especially when she was naked in his arms, when his rough, dark hand was clasped around her pale, smooth back. He held her close, and there was as much hatred in his kiss as longing, but there was most certainly both. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and then he was leaning down, nipping at her throat, tasting her, marking her.

If he was going to do this, he'd make sure that she never forgot it.]

[wearthearmor]

[There was no longing in Cersei's kisses, nor her embrace. This was business. Tears were not the sort of thing to work on Oberyn, not a man who was so famed for his conquests. She could add her name to his long, long list, but, wouldn't that be a point of shame? That he had lowered himself to fall in bed with a Lannister. With the eldest child of the man who had ordered the death of his sister?

Teeth met with teeth, her long blonde hair tangled as she wrapped her legs around his back, her arms around his neck and shoulders. When his teeth found her throat, she gasped, arching her back against him, baring her pale white neck for him. Even as he bit her, she scraped her nails down his back.

She would never forget, no.

And neither would he, she was sure of it, her claws sharp as they tasted flesh.]