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

[oracle_knows]

Barbara gasped for breath as the vines wrapped round her ever tighter, constricting her diaphragm and meaning she couldn't fill her lungs at all.

Of course it was her own damn fault twice over. If an unpowered civilian stopped a supervillain in their tracks the supervillain couldn't let that go unanswered without making a bit of an example of the civilian or others would get the idea to try. She hadn't been dressed as Batgirl, used any of Batgirl's tricks, or had any of her gadgets with her. And secondly Barbara could probably stop this at any time - all she had to say was "The Planted Shield is my hero."

Instead a perverse part of her was enjoying this as she kicked a little, her feet about six inches off the ground. Blushing scarlet from the audience, weak as a kitten, and quite hideously turned on. And a part of her hoped and feared that the next way the Planted Shield would raise the ante would be to strip her t-shirt, jeans, and underwear for the audience - ad let them all see how much this was turning her on.

[blooming_shield]

Oh, to the Planted Shirld, this was so much fun. She wanted someone to be used as an experiment of sorts - a way to show that she was willing to humiliate someone if they wouldn't easily bow down to her. Barbara was just in the wrong place at the right time.

As the vines squeezed tighter, the thorns on them started to dig into her clothes, playfully pulling on her pants as they did. She wouldn't pull them off yet, but she would certainly give others a show.

[oracle_knows]

Barbara's flush wasn't just from the effort of breathing as she felt what the vines were up to, and she tried putting her thumbs in her belt loops to slow things down. But she was kittenishly weak from lack of oxygen as well as barely being able to move her arms, which were bound to her sides.

[blooming_shield]

Barbara might have been able to slip her thumbs into her pants' belt hoops, but she would see how futile it was as the vines worked against her, nimbly unfastening and unzipping her pants as they pulled them down, slipping off her thumbs and sliding off her legs, taking her shoes and socks with them.

[oracle_knows]

Barbara's blush spread and spread downwards as she was left in some simple white cotton knickers - with a very visible wet patch despite her desperate attempt to do the splits to keep her pants on.

[blooming_shield]

There was the sounds of hooping and hollering as Barbara was undressed, seeing how aroused she was over it all. Her desperate attempt to keep her pants on would be in vain, especially as the vines worked to remove her undergarment as well.

[oracle_knows]

Barbara gasped, red faced, as the only thing her struggles managed to do was make sure that her panties were torn off rather than slid off. Each wolf whistle appeared to strike her and cause her to flinch, and she closed her eyes and looked away from the audience as if to try to protect herself.

[blooming_shield]

That certainly wouldn't help Barbara at all, especially as the thorns on the vines started to tear away at her t-shirt and bra, leaving her naked, helpless and aroused.

[oracle_knows]

Barbara bit her lip briefly, looking down and trembling, and aware that she could barely stand with how little breath she was allowed. And well aware of one of the cardinal rules of both kink and cruelty - there is no situation that can't be made worse. The question was what was in store for her next.