We're doing Smut Picture Prompts right now.

[meme_maid]

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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[xtwin_gunsx]

Any rational, healthy human being would call them horrible for each other and their relationship destructive at its best. But Xanxus would argue neither of them could survive anything less. Sweetness and tenderness were poison. The bite and the bruising and the blood were their necessities.

"And don't you forget it," he snarled, his hips jerking forward, rubbing against metal and flesh together, cool and hot and warming at the same time. A normal person would have felt some empathy for the devastation of losing a limb. Xanxus was grateful for the pleasure it brought them both - or at least himself. More often that not, that was his only concern anyways.

His fingers slid along the other's tongue, twinging with it, getting them nice and slick. He removed them sharply and worked them down into Squalo's trousers, traveling between his cleft and sliding the first in without warning. Why bother? Squalo wasn't with him for his gentle nature, after all, and he didn't have the patience - or the words, considering he lunged in to crush his mouth to Squalo's in a seering kiss.

[sharktrash]

More like nobody else could really survive them, because the so called sweetness could only last so long. It was the perfect arrangement, really.

It's a good thing neither of them was normal, too. Squalo would take offense at someone daring to take pity over the fact that he chose to chop off his own hand, just as he did whenever anyone used the word lose in that contest. He hadn't lost shit. He'd made a (maybe not so) calculated exchange and he owned it.

He would absolutely talk shit more, but his mouth's preocuppied at the moment, making sure to rub as much saliva on those fingers as he can in the allocated time. It's still gonna be too fucking dry, but it's better than nothing. He does his best to convey his teasing through his look, this sort of playful glance up that reads as I never forget it, I just sometimes don't give a fuck. Because of course.

And then there's more kissing, and he bites and fights a bit just to make it more interesting though in the end he does allow Xanxus to invade his mouth -- as well as somewhere else, and while he's expecting it, there's still a small grunt into the other's mouth as his hips reflexively jerk away from the intrusion and harder into the prosthesis grinding party.

It only takes a moment for him to catch himself, though, and he slides his good hand around Xanxus' shoulders, his grip tightening a bit as he tries to support more of his weight with his arm so he can relax his bottom more and push back, taking in more of him.

[xtwin_gunsx]

His fingers moved roughly, and surely for anyone else they would have been considered uncaring and crude. But he was being tender enough with Squalo, at least taking the time to open him up. He didn't admonish him for pulling briefly, simply waited for him to relax and continued to press his fingers inside. His mouth continued its casual plundering of the other, sucking and nipping at his tongue and lips.

"You want to be in my lap, or you want to turn around?" he growled, moving to kiss along his throat, sucking at the pale skin.

[sharktrash]

His breaths grow shorter, open-mouthed as he accompanies the forceful movements with a few groans. He was never quiet, he was never going to be quiet and he wasn't about to start now either. If the poor bartender hadn't cleared the premises before, they would certainly do so now, leaving the two wild men in relative privacy.

"Both," he breathes out with a half-laugh, tilting his head to the side to bare his throat to the other more. Look at him knowing his place where it matters, Boss. "You could surprise me."

But a moment later, his grip on their erections falters some as he sort of wiggles as if trying to turn. As much as he enjoys riding Xanxus to Valhalla, there's that extra dose of pleasant humiliation in mating like wild animals, and considering the other man was in a mood today, he might appreciate such a complete handover of control. If not, well, he only needs to let Squalo know with a push in another direction.