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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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[Michael moved closer, steps quiet, until he was standing behind Alex. Like before. Fingers still curled into his palm, he eyed the markings that curved along Alex's shoulder.]

Nothing now, though?

[He wished he could help somehow. Alex's frustration with the entire situation was nearly palpable. He knew he hated the weight that had been thrust upon him. It might have seemed sudden to Alex, but he couldn't have revealed him any earlier and risk him being found by Gabriel.]

Not a damn thing.

[He heaved yet another frustrated sigh, his own hands curling into fists so tight that his knuckles were turning white from loss of blood. He never wanted to be the Chosen One, he just wanted a life of his own somewhere others couldn't determine what his fate was for him. Whether it was the markings or the numbers Vega designated its citizens by]

You said you wore them once. They never...moved for you?

[Noting Alex's balled up hands, he uncurled his fingers and reached out, gently smoothing over the tension-white knuckles.]

Relax.

[They needed to know what the markings said, yes, but they had time. Alex being stressed out (even more than he already was) wouldn't help matters any.]

I did and no, they didn't.

[It probably surprised the both of them, but Alex even more so, when his fists gradually unclenched at the brush of warm fingertips along his knuckles. The archangel was standing so closer behind him that their bodies were almost, but not quite touching. It was enough to make the Chosen One swallow heavily. By all rights he should hate and despise Michael for keeping all of this from him, but the angel was too close to hate]

Okay, so it only does that for me. Great. Now if I can figure out what made it happen in the first place, we'd have these markings deciphered by now.

[He'd more or less expected Alex to jerk away from his touch, so when he actually relaxed instead, Michael was definitely a bit surprised. Perhaps Alex was starting to trust him. He hadn't given him much to go on as far as being trusted went, he knew that. He hadn't meant to alienate Alex, to make him seem untrustworthy, his enemy instead of his ally.

Almost unconsciously, Michael's fingers slid up his wrist, his arm, tracing the swirling markings.]

You're the one the markings were meant for. You're the one they'll reveal themselves to... in due time. We don't need to push.

How am I supposed to make decisions when I only have what feels like just one piece to a giant puzzle?

[As frustrated and irritated as he currently was, he couldn't deny that the gentle touch of Michael's fingers sweeping along his markings did help him relax just slightly. The archangel had never truly touched him in kindness before. He had always been so distant and he never spared the whip when Alex endangered himself or misbehaved]

I wish someone, anyone else was meant for this destiny.

[If he had spared Alex the whip when he didn't spare others, someone might have grown suspicious of their relationship, of who Alex really was. It was one of the many pitfalls he encountered being a guardian. Affection or safety. Safety was the priority, obviously.

Michael traced the markings all the way up Alex's arm, then followed them over his shoulder, down his back. The press of fingertips against skin slowly became more firm.]

You don't have to make any decisions alone.

[Without thought to the action, Michael ducked his head to press his lips against Alex's shoulder. Not quite a kiss, just a brush of lips over warm flesh.]

And they would likely wish the same. I know this isn't easy, Alex, but you're not alone.

[Alex tried not to focus on Michael's touch, which had moved from the realm of soothing to...slightly arousing. He told himself it was just because he'd had a fight with Claire and had nothing except his hand to release this kind of stress. That's all. He couldn't possibly be turned on by the archangel. Yet the evidence was obvious, the growing tent in his pants, the throb of his shaft rubbing against the unforgiving fabric. What was wrong with him?]

I can't do this.

[For his part, Michael was unaware of the effect he was having on the human until he grabbed Alex's arm and forcefully turned him so they were face to face. They were close enough he was practically right up against Alex. He could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the dilation of his pupils. Then, those dark eyes flicked down for a brief second.

Oh.]

[Being so close to Michael certainly didn't remedy the situation at hand, quite the opposite. He could himself unintentionally holding his breath as the archangel's eyes swept south. As a consequence, he became flustered and took a step back]

Can I leave now? It's been a long day and we're obviously not making any progress.

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