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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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Even when you can simply snap your fingers and put the hair back, the whole yanking thing isn't really a kink of the angel's. Some pulling, yes, but not that much. So when Bela's hand moves to the sheets, Gabriel knows he's on a good track. He smirks, pleased, as he continues on the same track, watching her body very carefully for what made it shudder and move upward.

And he continues those movements, especially, thumb rubbing soft circles in her skin as he keeps his tongue busy.

They have all night, and he wouldn't mind kicking off the occasion by having her challenge the sound-proofing in the walls. No one's around to hear them, anyway, as he uses one of his fingers to add sensation to the top of her folds, alongside his tongue.

"..Gabe..." She groans, tightening her grip on the mattress below and pushes her hips hard against him, finding it difficult not to. "...Fuck-" Yep, not really caring about the slip of the tongue right now. "Don't stop." A 'please' is in there somewhere but maybe Bela didn't need to even say it in the first place. Gabriel knew what she liked and knew how to achieve it; part of the reason why she spent evenings with him.

The longer he keeps this up, the more certain Bela is that it won't be long for her either. Not that she particularly minds of course, they can just as easily do this all over again. She makes another sound, a softer one this time- more of a whimper than anything else- and lifts her hips up from the bed, seeking to feel what he was giving her from a different angle.

When the please is in the desperation of her voice, or her movements, that's the best please of all. Gabriel chuckles quietly, using one hand to keep her steady and hold her when she lifts her hips — angelic strength has its uses. Right now, said use is for keeping her mostly in one place as he only increases the pressure and rhythm of his movements.

No need to worry — he wouldn't even stop if someone dropped a bomb on the place.

"That's it," he coaxes, swirling with his tongue. If he had to pick a favorite moment, a favorite look of hers, it would definitely be this one.

As strong as Bela could be, she wasn't able to move too much whenever Gabriel kept his hand against her. But she still enjoyed pushing against him, building up friction and extra pressure that made everything all the more pleasurable for her. And then he was only adding fuel to the fire, making her feel better with the increased pressure and the change in rhythm.

She moans out his name, remembering how to breathe at the same time. Kind of difficult when everything was overwhelming and she was so close, achingly so. The easier thing to do is to stop holding back and just give in, let it completely take over.

Which is what Bela does a moment or two later, finally reaching her climax with a low groan, a lot quieter than she expected. She wants him. Needs him. As soon as he wanted to.

Gabriel enjoys making a woman shake the walls with her cries, but he almost enjoys the quieter reactions even more. For one, there's less chance that the woman in question is faking. An awful lot of ladies like to fool guys with loud, wanton keens, which Gabriel really doesn't understand. Make your partner work for it. Let him know where his or her technique lacks. Enjoy yourself — don't let sex become some sort of dull routine.

He hasn't, in the thousands of years he's been on Earth.

Smiling against her skin, the archangel-turned-trickster presses a kiss to her hip as he sits up.

"Good?"

They still have plenty of time for any improvement that needs to be done.

They had spent enough time together to learn what each other liked, so there was no danger of Bela faking it with him. Apart from that, she would probably argue that he's among the best she has ever had- something that Bela should mention at some point, just to stroke his ego.

She hums with delight at the kiss, feeling more than satisfied.

"More than good." Bela grins, reaching over with a hand to run her fingers down his cheek, cupping his face afterwards. "Incredible." Things could only get better from here. Pretty much a given.

"Now what?" She's almost coy as she says it, waiting for his reaction.

"Lady's choice," he says easily, leaning his head into Bela's hand. Gabriel has enough patience to last a lifetime. And has waited lifetimes, for certain things. Of course Bela has less than that, but the point is — whatever he wants, he can wait for it. He wants Bela to feel amazing, because that's how he judges these things.

Not just on how he feels. His brothers would probably be shocked about that, but what they don't know — and will probably never know — won't hurt them.

"I'm open to requests."

"How kind." Her hand doesn't stray from his face, continuing to smile. She thought that Gabriel might have asked her to do something for him but that didn't seem to be the case; not that Bela minded of course. They did have all evening and could catch up on things in the morning time as well.

She reaches over with her other hand to take a hold of his arm and pull him closer to her; it's only a short distance, considering how close they were already.

"Then I request that we have sex."

Straight to the point.

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apologies for the slow!

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