The smut picture prompts meme of your dreams

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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:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

Image height and width:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[turbos]

( omg I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO SEE IT YET but this potential cr suddenly really really intrigues me, so would it be alright to jump back onto this later when i get the chance to watch it (bc i will make sure of it before it leaves theaters)? )

[disequilibria]

[ ABSOLUTELY hit me back any time and ahhh enjoy the movie!! ]

[turbos]

( OKAY I'M HERE FINALLY AHHH i'm trying something a little funky but if you'd prefer something different to adjust for her canon point, i am totally good with that too )



[ Pietro Maximoff was somewhere caught between life and death — maybe, sorta? If there's an overly detailed explanation for how he'd tried to actually outpace his death, and managed to make himself some variation of a "ghost" to which he'd left his body but didn't actually "cease", so to speak, only to get himself stuck as an invisible figure who couldn't actually interact with the world around him, then sure, that was what he was.

It was a very hopeless state of being, and very boring he might add, to which he wonder if maybe his reckless impatience landed him in a cursed afterlife he couldn't actually get himself out of. No one to speak to, no one to touch, no one to even know he still existed.

Until her —

She was more real than he was, still visually part of the physical world, but almost as intangible as himself. But she could see him, speak to him, and even more wonderfully so, she could touch him. There was something about quantum states which he didn't understand a lick of, but what he came to understand is that she had a lack of predictable control over her physical presence, and that she could phase herself through most things.

Most things, but not him, every simple touch, fingers touching fingers, always solid, always there. With time, it was all either of them had, but it was more than enough.

He slides to the edge of the couch, shifting closer to her where she stands in front him, his eyes peering over her with gentle affection. With a soft smile, his palm presses over her shirt, lifting it high to expose her belly, where he leans to leave tender, slow kisses at her skin. ]

You're beautiful, Ava.

yells happily

[disequilibria]

[ for the longest time, ava had thought that she was the only one affected by quantum displacement, the only one suffering like this. in a way, she is -- but while pietro might not be in constant pain the way she is, he's dead, or something close to it. she's pretty sure that's worse. at least ava still has a chance to make things better, at least she still has the chance to talk to people.

not that she does, most of the time. most people are only out there to use her and her abilities, never mind that using them hurts, never mind that all she wants is a cure. not to spy, not to kill, just to be done with this. pietro knows a little of what that's like -- he knows hydra, or shield, or whatever it was. ava figures there's no real distinction between those. he's been turned into a weapon, too.

it makes him easier to talk to. it makes it easier to let him get close -- and it feels like a miracle when their touches are solid every time, no one fading in and out of existence. it's something ava hasn't felt in so long and that alone is addictive. he's always solid and he makes her feel solid. reliably so.

that's not why she kisses him the first time or all the times after, but it's part of the reason why. a precursor to the reason why.

now, she shivers under his touch, her stomach tightening at his slow kisses. it tickles, a little -- but mostly, it's tantalising and promising and anticipation curls hot beneath her skin, wet between her legs. ]

You're a charmer. [ she likes it, though. ]