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.

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This night was full of surprises and just kept getting better by the minute. Of course she had shamelessly cheated at Wicked Grace to get the knight-captain to this point, and she didn't know if it was because he was too intoxicated, stubborn, or some combination of both that he kept rising to her wagers and losing. First it was his armor, piece by piece, then his clothing, and then she'd found herself having to get particularly creative to keep it going, not to mention willing to open her quarters to him. There was no way he'd ever have agreed to take it this far in public.

She secured the final knots around his wrists behind him. No one should ever doubt a sailor's knots. Circling back around, she made a show of looking him up and down. The bindings were tight enough to pinch and bulge skin around the dark cords, not so tight that she'd cut circulation. For now he still had his smalls and nothing else. Her lips quirked in a mocking half smile. "It looks like neither one of us thought that last hand through. How ever will you play now?"

She'd fared better than he, still wearing her tunic, although she'd lost her head scarf, necklace, boots, and smalls. She had to play a few of the hands straight, or he'd have known for sure how much he'd been had. "We could try a new game." There was a dangerous light in her eyes. She stepped close enough to feel the heat coming off of him, noticeable in the chill of her room.

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It only encouraged her most innocent look, the effect ruined by her purring tone. "Oh, you sweet thing. What makes you think I want to make anything worse for you?" She continued looking him over slowly because she had the chance to, and she didn't think for an instant he would ever let himself get in this position twice. No more wondering what was under all that armor while he stood stoic in the Gallows. No, now she saw it all in the flesh, except for one final revelation that, whether he realized it or not, she wouldn't take from him without his permission. It was better if he did worry, more fun that way, more fun for her at least.

She ran her nails over the rope coiled highest over his chest hard enough to vibrate it against his skin, very careful not to touch him directly. "I went through a lot of trouble to truss you up like this, worked to make you look nice." She offered a mock pout that had her piercing beneath her lip glinting in the low torchlight. "Wouldn't it be a shame to waste the effort?" One brow arched higher.

She turned abruptly to head away from him, tossing a shawl and a few other scattered scarves and silky undergarments aside until she found what she was looking for. When she turned to face him again, she held a heavy, ornate looking hourglass in her hand by one of the side supports. "This game should be easy for you with all of that tightly wound templar control. What do you say? If you win, I untie you and return all of your clothing and armor, and we never mention this little embarrassment again. If you lose..." She let it hang in the air. "You'll get to feel like you've won something better than any of that, and you'll owe me a small favor." She held up her free hand. "Don't worry. It won't be anything against your vows or illegal. I know better than to try to hold a knight-captain to anything that stupid." Embarrassing or potentially compromising in some other way, however, was not yet off the table. This was Isabela, after all.

(OOC: I think it had all of us a little out of sorts with trying to tag.)