Smut Picture Prompts Meme: It's Actually Sunday According to World Clock Edition (I think)!

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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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[heyidiedtwice]

[She relished these moments. The feel of him sliding in to her, the feel of being filled... It was an odd thing to relish, but she did. Her legs automatically hooked themselves around him, wanting to hold him fast as he pushed him, forcing him faster.]

[These moments were always the best]

[idolpire]

Hot...

[Panted out against her lips in response to how it all felt. How she felt. How she was. Hot like the sun -- his sun. His centrifugal force, her gravity pulling him in just as much as that welcome, wet heat of her body did. He sunk further in, pressed deeper into her, a stuttering sound of pleasure leaving his lips to muffle against hers before he managed to sheathe himself fully inside her.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[There were no words in response from her, just her smashing her mouth to his, groaning in pleasure at the feelings. He was so cool against her, even though she could feel the burn of her own skin, and it sent odd feelings through her]

[Slowly, locking eyes with him, she rocks her hip against him, trying to get him to move]

[idolpire]

[He moved. Slowly at first, then ending that second thrust with a hard snap of his body to hers. God, she was always so wet for him, wet and welcoming, even when she was spitting insults at him. Her body spoke its own language to him, and he listened, drawing out almost all the way before slamming back into her.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[He knew how to get her to moan, how to get her to feel. He knew better than anyone else had, and she'd never tell him that, squeezing his sides between her legs, pushing closer to him to make him move faster, harder. She needed to feel, and he always made her feel more than anyone]

[idolpire]

[He hadn't expected her here tonight, but he wouldn't pass up whatever time he could get from her. His body sunk into hers, his mouth crushing against hers, teeth biting at that pouty lower lip while his back arched. The couch creaked, his hand coming up to grip at the arm as he pulled himself against her harder still.]

Don't just moan, Pet. Tell me you like it. Tell me what you want.

[heyidiedtwice]

[Another other night, she probably would have yelled at him telling her that. But it was one of those rare nights. She swallowed, her voice breathless:]

I want more, Spike. I want to feel this when I wake up.

[idolpire]

That your way of saying I'd better be so good, I knock you out?

[Well. That was a lot to live up to. But he oddly felt up to the task. Or maybe not so oddly, considering it had been at least a week since she'd last come to him, since he'd last tasted her. Vampires, for all their lack of a pulse, had an incredibly large sexual appetite. More so when it wasn't just some passing thing to play with. He loved her and he wanted her. Of course he'd bloody well give it his all.

And maybe there was that little, quiet part of him that desperately wanted her to stay. To curl up next to him in the most vulnerable state she could be in and feel she could do that. With him.]

[heyidiedtwice]

That's my way of saying hurry up and move.

[In other words, probably sort of. There is - on one level, when they aren't this close and the heat isn't rising and she isn't finding herself desperate for him - a sense of irritation that he seems to rise to any task when it comes to her. Irritation because, well, it was unique, in a sense. She leant in for another fierce kiss]

Like I said I want to feel it.

[idolpire]

Yes, ma'am.

[He attempted to let that sound all manly and quippy, but it came out more abrupt than he'd planned, what with her crashing her mouth down on his like that. But who was he to complain? No, Spike would be a good puppy and attempt to fuck her through the couch, down into the bed the floor below them. What? They'd done it once...]

[heyidiedtwice]

[That had been a good once. She could deal with abrupt. Abrupt was easier to deal with than anything else in this ... odd thing between them]

[idolpire]

[He wanted odd. He wanted her to feel uncomfortable, to think about the what ifs. To think of him. So he'd do as she demanded; he'd pound himself into her until it hurt him, all so she could feel him come the morning.

And that idea was nice all on its own. She wanted to feel him. Him. She'd come to him. If that wasn't its own aphrodisiac for him... well, he didn't know what was.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[It'd probably make him feel better to know she didn't stop thinking about him. About this. It wasn't always the best thoughts, or even hopeful, but he was constantly on her mind. And she did mean what she said: she wanted to feel this the next morning]

[idolpire]

[It would. Even the bad bits. His track records with relationships were... well. Had she met Dru?

Still, she made him want things. Want to be better. Not a better demon -- a better man. He made himself weak and bare around her, even knowing she'd likely tear him down and hurt all those soft spots. But for him, it was worth it. Worth just that moment of a touch.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[She tried not to think of past relationships when she thought of this thing. Though not because of Drusilla - as creepy as she was - but because of Harmony. There was a part of Buffy that could remember ever shrill break-up Harmony had gone through during high school, and the punishment the girl tried to give out to whatever person hooked up with her most recent ex. Not the stuff she wanted in her life.]

[But this? Constantly going back to him for whatever she needed - harsh bruising kisses and pushing him up against a crypt wall for whatever quick release they could find. It was... a habit that she was finding very hard to break.]

[idolpire]

[Harmony hadn't ever been more than something to play with while he'd gone after what he'd wanted. He hadn't been shy about telling her that to her face. Hardly his fault she was as dense as a brick wall.

He always seemed to want what was the worst thing for him. But out of all the bad things, out of all the things that could hurt him the most, she was the best of them. The one that made all the others worth it. All those decades of pain and being what he was had led him to this -- shagging his mortal enemy on his couch with their clothes only partially off, losing themselves in the moment.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[She clung to him, pushing back as hard as he pushed her, and in a way it was kind of like the fighting they did in front of people. Except this was a very difference sort of dance.]

[idolpire]

[His arm slid around her back, lifting her up off the couch, arching her towards him as his head fell to her neck, mouth nipping at her as his breath started to get ragged. He was actually glad they'd wound up where they had. Now his couch would smell like her and sex. He loved that combination.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[She groaned, letting herself fall forward to rest her weight against his just slightly, her hands wrapping around his neck and she rocked hard against him. There was never any holding back between them; it was always all they could give. And that? She really liked]

[idolpire]

[Little desperate sounds started to slip past his lips, that pleasure coiling more tightly, her scent thick enough for him to drown in. He could never get enough of her now that he'd gotten a taste. His body moved faster, knees digging into the cushion as he thrust into her, hard enough that the couch started to shift a little across the floor.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[Her nails dig into his back, biting at his lips as she met his thrusts with the same strength he was showing her. There's a mix of groans and other sounds that always come. She doesn't notice the couch shifting]

[idolpire]

[The arm around her shifts up, hand sliding up along her back until he can hook his fingers over her shoulder, using his grip to pull her down on him even as he pushes up into her. One leg is stretched out enough that his foot is braced on the bottom arm of the couch, his arm on the other, burying himself inside her faster with each thrust, not liking being out of her body long enough for the cool of the air to be felt along his wet shaft.]

[heyidiedtwice]

Fuck

[She never curses, expect in moments like this where everything is rushing in her head and all she can feel are the sensations and the pushing and pulling. She grasps tighter, knows her fingers will leave marks but she doesn't care. Just desperate for more]

[idolpire]

[He doesn't care either. Not in any way that matters. He'll preen over the marks later, touch each one while touching himself and thinking of her. The fact that he got her to curse is a point of pride for him. He knows they're at that apex now, that point of no return, where she's his until she comes apart under him.]

[heyidiedtwice]

[She moans, a deep, low moan that has her sagging forward, biting into his shoulder as she rides him hard. Her hands are grabbing wherever they can, looking to grab in and keep hold. Tomorrow, she'll hurt. She wince at the bruises. But how they got there? It might make her smile. Might]