The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme!

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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Comments

[plasmasnake]

Calling Io a pushover was putting it mildly - she seemed to have a deathly fear of ever really saying no to somebody. She helped out with clubs she wasn't a part of, did schoolwork for people she didn't even know, went out with guys she barely knew just because they asked her to.

Considering Io's figure, there were a lot of guys asking her out. A few awful rumors spread because of that, of course, but Io was weak-willed enough that nobody felt like picking on her for it. It'd be like kicking a puppy. So, Io's school life went on as normal: Great grades, and lots of time spent doing things for other people.

Like what she was doing right now. Io bit her lower lip as Chie ordered her around, squeezed her thighs together. She could just run away, but what if Chie got mad? Chie seemed like someone who could do terrible things if angered.

Well, telling her to come to school without any panties on already seemed terrible, Io had spent the entirety of her first few classes squirming in her seat and brushing her skirt down, but at least she hadn't been forced into it. Chie had just come up to her one day, out of the blue, kissed her and pushed her against a locker and told her all the things she was going to do to her. Io hadn't even known who she was, but she'd nodded. She didn't want to get hurt for saying no. Saying no to people caused conflict, resentment, drama... it was way easier just to agree.

Even when agreeing led to things like this. During lunch break, Chie had come up to her and told her to skip her next class. So she had - and apparently Chie had, too, she'd hunted her down in the halls and pushed her against the wall on the first floor. Nobody was down here now, but they would be in... she didn't know. Half an hour, maybe? It was hard to keep track of time when someone was staring at you like that. Io swallowed the lump in her throat and turned around as ordered, braced one hand on the wall and lifted the back of her skirt, slowly.

Soft was probably a word that came to mind - her thighs were thick and supple, and her ass was no different. She might not have been an elegant beauty, like other people you could name, but it was incredibly easy to see why boys went for her. In terms of figure, Io was nothing but smooth skin and generous curves.

Of course, there was something else Chie might notice, and Io's attempt at squeezing her thighs together to hide it just made it more obvious. Io was wet. Not incredibly so, but just enough for both of them to notice it. Io had a thousand excuses - she could feel the wind against it almost constantly, she'd woken up kinda buzzed today just as a consequence of being a teenage girl - but she doubted Chie would listen to any of them. It was another excuse to torment her, after all.

[chieber]

"Woooow, are you trying to hide that?" Chie asked, immediately getting to the thick of it before Io could compose herself even a little. "I had no idea you were such a sicko, Io."

Still, if she was noticing that slick wetness then she was obvious staring at the other girl's 'presentation', and she wasted no further time in stepping forward, her hand coming out to firmly squeeze, knead, and dig nails into Io's supple asscheek. Only the right one was getting any attention right now, but the time would come for the left. Fair is fair, after all, even when something like this was happening.

Soft was definitely the word that came to mind. Soft, smooth, and all that annoyingly perfect stuff used to describe girly girls. Beautiful girls. Girls that weren't Chie. Girls people actually liked. It wasn't Io's fault, but anger suddenly spiked in Chie's heart and her hand stopped moving, pulled back, and gave a loud, stinging strike against the flesh she had just been enjoying.

"Disgusting." She said in a dark voice, shaking her head in disapproval. "Strip down. Now."

Again, it wasn't Io's fault that Chie was kicking things up a notch, but jealousy did terrible things to some people.

[plasmasnake]

Io whimpered at Chie's taunts, shaking her head but not voicing any actual disagreement. Maybe she really was a sicko - something in her seemed to tighten as Chie insulted her, humiliation tied in with a strange sense of satisfaction, mingling until they were completely indistinguishable. The humiliation caused her pleasure, and the pleasure made her even more embarrassed.

She squeezed her thighs together even more tightly as Chie approached, bit down on her lower lip when she felt her fingers dig into her skin, firm touches against her skin. Her fingers practically sunk into the flesh of her ass, and Io's blush deepened at the sensation. She focused her eyes on the floor, trying to just ride it out.

And then Chie's hand smacked against her ass, and Io squeaked, almost like a mouse, from the surprise and the pain. Her ass shook a little in the aftermath, and she took a deep breath as she tried to ride out the pain. Even just one spank left a bright red hand mark.

If Chie wanted someone feminine and attractive to take her anger out on, she couldn't have done much better than Io. Curves from head to toe, an adorable face, full, large breasts, an hourglass figure, hobbies that consisted almost solely of shopping and reading, friendly and intelligent, but submissive... if she grew her hair out (and she would, if Chie told her to) she'd be almost comical in how much of a stereotypical fantasy she was.

Io glanced worriedly over her shoulder at how dark Chie's tone suddenly was, knees shaking a little from the awkward position. When she told her to strip, Io gawked for a moment, but... in the end, she did. Pushing herself off of the wall, she undid her blazer, button by button, let it drop to the floor, swiftly let her uniform top follow, then undid her bra - pink - and hesitated for only a second or two before letting go of it, watching it fall down her back. Her breasts spilled out the moment they were free, practically bouncing, and she brought her arm up to cover them before realizing Chie would probably get mad at her for that.

Taking a deep breath, she let the arm drop and hurriedly stepped out of her skirt, letting herself fall back against the wall in relief. Being naked like this was excruciating, especially in the hallway like this, and she hoped Chie would let her put her clothes back on soon. Or at least take this to a bathroom, or a locker room, or something, anywhere where she wasn't worried about someone seeing her.

[chieber]

Io squeaked, a complete opposite reaction from the one her tormentor was having. Chie laughed, loud and cruelly. Seeing someone so cute, precious, innocent, and loved made treated like this made her shiver with delight. The red mark, the wibbling backside, it was all just icing on the cake here. God. What a whore, Chie growled internally.

"That's it, take it all off." Chie 'encouraged', her voice taking up a sickly sweet, sarcastic edge as Chie drank in Io's misery. It was a shame she didn't get to snap at the poor girl for covering herself, but it was a shame for Io that Chie had to look at her body. Those things were massive, in a completely different league from Chie's own pair, and there was nothing Chie could do about it... although a harsh, stinging slap to the tits might make her feel better. Io was free to disagree with that, but by the time she had the chance to say anything Chie was already gathering up those clothes... and walking over to a window, sneering.

"So... you know what I'm going to do next, right?" She asked, twisting the window's handle and pushing it open. Cool, almost cold air rushed in, filling the hallway with a slight breeze. Io's nipples would be standing firmly to attention soon, if they hadn't done so already. Was Chie seriously about to do this, and on such a cold day? You could see your breath this morning... this was almost too cruel!

[plasmasnake]

Whore was definitely a word that got thrown at Io a lot, especially from behind closed doors - she'd gone on more than a few dates, but never really gotten a boyfriend. In reality, it was just a consequence of her agreeing to go out with boys when they asked, then not really being that interested on the actual date... but from an outsider's perspective, it was pretty easy to imagine that she was just sleeping around. Especially with jealousy thrown into the mi.

Io whimpered as Chie watched her strip, gasping in pain at the harsh slap to her breasts, biting the inside of her cheek harshly and looking away from Chie. She didn't want this, but she didn't want Chie to hurt her even worse, either, and so she took it...

At least until Chie suddenly gathered up her clothes. She blinked, then her eyes widened in horrified surprise as realization dawned on her. She hurried after Chie, ignoring anything but the fact that Chie was about to throw her clothes out the window. "No, please! Chi-... Satonaka-san, please don't..." Io whined, asserting herself for once by grabbing at Chie's wrist. But Io was, well, a studious indoor girl, and Chie was an athletic tomboy. She couldn't exactly do much to physically stop her, especially with how gently she was grabbing her. "Please don't. I'll do anything, okay? Just don't throw them out..."

[chieber]

For the record? The part where Io looked away was hilarious enough to make Chie snort with laughter. In the past she wouldn't have dreamed of doing something so cruel, but things change, things happen, people get possessed with the manifestation of their negative emotions and shameful secrets... it's a story as old as time itself, really. Probably. The only weird part is that nobody seems to notice, probably because Chie manages to act 'normal' around other people.

Hell, even if someone walked around the corner and saw this then she'd be able to deny it. Say someone else did it and she beat them up, saved Io, and got her clothes back. A tough tomboy type who beats up guys who pick on girls. That's her. That's why nobody likes her... and oh no, she was starting to think stuff that made her angry again, and that was only exacerbated by the hand on her wrist.

"Huh?" She glared, wrenching her hand away from Io's grip in a quick motion but keeping a hold of the clothes in her grasp. "Suggest something, pervert. If it isn't good enough then I'll throw them out, but if it's good then I won't throw them, understand?"

A cruel, almost sick lifeline, but would Io be able to grab hold of it?