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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>

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[impack]

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stiles just can't stay away from the wolfy types, haha

[sexy_manbeast]

[d'you have a preference as to which party tops/bottoms?]

the boy really does have some issues, doesn't he?

[impack]

[prefer that stiles bottoms, but I'm all for having the two flip if that makes you more comfortable.]

[sexy_manbeast]

[That's totally fine. I'm at work rn but I'll post something about 5 hours from now. ]

[impack]

[can't wait!]

[sexy_manbeast]

It was the night before the full moon, and Peter's nerves were nearly at an all-time high, as they were wont to do. When he heard his True Name, the transformation was an exercise in pain and suffering. You wouldn't notice if a bus hit you. Freeing himself from his human flesh was both horrifying and completely exhausting, so the night before he liked to let loose as much as possible.

Not that Peter Rumancek ever had an issue with finding something to do. He couldn't drive, never was in one place long enough to learn to do so, but his love of cars had introduced him to one Stiles Stilinski. He'd been trying to convince him to take the doors off and go for a joyride ever since, and today was no different.

He leaned against the back corner of the car, shirtless and barefoot, a pair of threadbare jeans hanging low on his hips and messily cuffed up at the bottom. He was half-Italian, but even as a half breed his identity was still that of the Romani side of his family. His mother had once told him (to a disgusting mental image), that he would be able to charm the pants off the Pope, despite (or because of, depending on who you asked) the fact that he was in a constant state of needing to shave, and his hair was always just a little too long.

"C'mon, don't be like that. Just one day, I can have those doors off in two seconds flat." His hands gestured freely as he spoke, fingers decorated with silver rings tipped off with long nails (for a guy) that were filed to a gentle point.

[impack]

How the hell Stiles had managed to fall into what could be loosely called a friendship with yet another werewolf during his lifetime was beyond him. Not just another werewolf, but a different kind from the ones he had known entirely. Honestly, if there was a god, Stiles had a pretty lengthy list as to why his life was the way it was that he would definitely be speaking to him about when it was his time to kick the bucket. Or the devil. Wherever he ended up. He doubted it really mattered at this point.

The boy sighed as loud as he possibly could at Peter's words. He'd heard his spiel about a hundred times by now and every time he gave the same response; "Dude, no, no, no a thousand times no." He finished throwing the, in his opinion, random and useless shit from what remained of the old Hale House...which was pretty much nothing. Whatever. He thought maybe some old two by fours, small furniture, and mildly burnt books might be useful sometime in the future. Sue him. He never knew what held significance any more.

"I know you can get the doors off in like two seconds," he slams the door to his Jeep shut, patting his hands together to get off any dust, "it's the getting back on that's the real problem here. Except it's not a problem because it won't be happening." Brown eyes looked Peter up and down, tongue darting out against his bottom lip. "Do you, like, want me to loan you a shirt or something, dude? I don't even think I've ever seen you in one. Ever."

Which was saying something considering he and Stiles had been seeing quite a bit of each other as of late.

[sexy_manbeast]

"Nature gave me one that suits me just fine." He patted his firm abdomen, speaking obviously of the comparatively heavy trail of dark hair for a 17 year old. His chest held a light dusting as well, enough so that he'd been described as 'hirsute' more than once, but he wasn't about to go shaving away any sign of puberty like it seemed a lot of the beautiful teens in this town did.

"But, y'know, I know I'm totally adorable and all, so if you need me to cover up, I understand." He sighed dramatically, examining the back of his hand as he played aloof.

"It's hard, living life and being this sexy. My rabid fanbase," he made a sweeping gesture at the nothing that was behind him, "won't give me a moment's peace."