Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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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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[stealwithit]

[ She's about to say something in response, but it's probably better that she gives a whine of protest instead as she feels his fingers pull out of her pussy. Because there's a chance she would have mustered the will to say something teasing and flirty like she had been all night -- although in all likelihood, with his infectious need and hunger, she probably would have just said, then why don't you fuck me right now, Star-Lord.

So he's not the only one who moans; Kasumi draws a sharp breath in, a gasp, as he enters her, eyes slipping shut before a moan falls from her lips at the awaited feel of his cock inside of her. Lifted, and with her back against the wall, she wraps her legs around Peter, calves crossing over each other over his ass and pushing him closer and hips grinding against his in rhythm with each thrust, like she's urging him to go harder, deeper into her with every move. Her hands clutch at his arms--were they not still fully clothed, her nails would be digging something fierce into his skin with how tightly she holds on--before she moves them up slowly, one hand finding the nape of his neck, the other weaving fingers into his hair while he has his way with her neck. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The strained, drawn-out noise he makes as she cards her fingers through his hair is lost against her skin, and he moves to claim her mouth again. There's nothing gentle about the way he kisses her; all it conveys is a sort of desperation, of need.

They find their rhythm together, and he swears quietly at the feel of her around him, at the way she meets him thrust for thrust, seeking her own release. He frees one hand to slip it between them, his thumb against her clit as he strokes her gently in time with every thrust. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Her tongue slides against his as they kiss, all heat and hunger, and her fingers grab a hold of his hair, almost pulling in the roughness of it all. She moans against his mouth as he slips his hand between them and works at her clit. She won't lie, she loves it the most when she and Peter take things slow, gentle, and lovingly. She loves it when he kisses her tenderly and she gazes into his eyes and sees something affectionate behind his heated look.

But she also loves it when he fucks her like this, urgently and senselessly. With each thrust, she feels self-control slipping further and further away, because oh, this feels so goddamn good, and the fact that they're doing this in the middle of a party, in a hallway where someone adventurous enough could very well find them fills her with such a rush, such a thrill that only seems to heighten the pleasure. This wouldn't even be the first time they've gotten frisky in public, but Kasumi hadn't deliberately toyed with Peter's urges to the extent that she did tonight, hadn't metaphorically driven him up a wall so he would literally drive her a wall, and she's honestly reveling in the fact that her efforts are paying off quite well. It reaches a point where she has to pull away from their kiss. ]

Oh, Peter --

[ Then, she gives another moan, almost a cry this time, loud but abruptly cut off as she catches herself and bites down on her lip. She may need some help to keep her voice down. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He breathes out a soft moan of his own just after he hears the way she silences herself -- apparently he's doing a whole lot better on the quiet front. And god damn, that's hot, seeing the way her control wavers and nearly slips. The music is louder than earlier in the evening, sure, but not quite enough that anyone passing by wouldn't hear them -- and he'd hate for someone to send in security to get them to move it along. Total mood killer.

So Peter adjusts his grip again -- the arm between them moves to wrap around Kasumi's waist, bracing her against him, and his other hand lifts, first landing on the back of her neck as he mouths at her throat. His fingertips trail along the line of her jaw before he carefully covers her mouth with his hand, his grip firm but not heavy. Only then does he move against her again, thrusts harder and faster, wraps his arm around her tightly to bring her in as close as possible. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Her breath hitches as his hands caress her neck and she feels his lips against it, and she holds it even as he's trailing his fingers along her jawline. It's only when he covers her mouth that she lets herself breathe again, and it comes out as a muffled whine beneath his hand. When he pulls her in, pressing their bodies close as can be, her legs tighten around him, their grip only just loose enough so that he can keep moving. Because, God, Kasumi needs him to keep moving, to keep pumping in and out of her, and she's elated when he resumes with a quicker pace and more vigor.

She huffs out a breath between her lips with every one his thrusts. She feels herself getting close, so close to her own release as heat builds in her body and she practically feels herself shaking at the edge of it. She brings her arms around him, grabbing fistfuls of fabric at the back of his suit jacket, and moans something that sounds an awful lot like Peter's name against the palm of his hand. ]