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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

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Original Meme here.

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"Even simple men have fantasies," she said before sucking the delicate skin over his pulse, feeling it jump.

He sucked in a breath. "I come in your mouth."

And if I say that you cannot undo what you have done?

[ He has reined in his temper, but still his eyes are black with it, still his fists clench at his side.

Yet the sight of Thor before him is no trifle — no, indeed, it will fuel his black malice for many nights to come.

Loki draws forward, closing the distance between them; then he's stepping nearer a final time, letting his weight rest upon the foot that now commits blasphemy upon Mjolnir's face. He can feel the torrent of her elemental death-song, and it sends a sparking frisson down his spine. ]

She smiled against his skin, her thumb sliding over the head of his cock.

"Why would you be hesitant to tell me that?" she asked as she kissed back up to his mouth. "That's no problem at all."

He shrugged a bit, his eyes still closed.

"Anything you want," she said as she pressed her nose against his, hoping he'd look at her. "Ever."

I don't know. [He cannot let his mind move down that path for fear of even the thinking of such a thing making it true.] I've no desire to make the mistakes of the All Father, and if I have, Loki, if I have, then punish me for them, but only let there be forgiveness after.

[A few days as a mortal did not make this change in him, a few days as a mortal only introduced him to humility, but losing that which was most precious to him, his brother, the compatriot he had known all his life, that had cleaved pride from his chest and left there a gaping wound that had it been real, would surely be fatal.]

Well, they're doing a good job living up to their own expectations then. Curiosity sated or were you really just bored underneath all of that? [ sliding things, still working, headtilt at the schematics for a moment before he thinks of something else and plugs in the numbers to let the new simulation run, turning back to her as it gets started. ]

[ Well, sure, be creepy, see if he cares.

And that's cool, just swipe his drink, no worries. He'd poured you a glass of what he was drinking anyway, so you can have his and he'll just slide the one he poured for you back over to himself and drink that instead. No skin off his face. Back. Nose. Whatever. Good luck there, man.

Hey, Tony is intimately aware of this whole 'hard being the smartest guy in the room' thing, okay, no need to feel misunderstood there. ]

So, you can come back and forth, willy-nilly, as you please, and they have massive engineering feats to accomplish before any of them can reliably travel back and forth like you? That's fun. That'll be super fun.

[ Great, so Mr. Likes to be Annoying and Chaotic likes to just stand there watching him work, fantastic. Or something. Whatever. Now that he knows that he's here, he can pay more attention to him.

But, potentially not enough attention, apparently. ]

I'm in my house. Generally one's allowed to be a little off-guard within their house. Do I need to be less vulnerable right now? Should I get the drywall or the glass people on the line for maintenance? Or are we just talking here?

[And he's taking a drink out of this glass and- no, still that burn. No, he's not even grateful, because you are an upstart human that will be gone in a blink and he is Loki of Asgard. Though ... not technically at the moment.

Trifles.

But he's smiling at your assessment, that horrible, manic smile.] Oh, your assessment of the situation is apt. They said you were the most intelligent of the lot. [That could almost be a compliment if the line weren't delivered in the tone of giving praise to a small, slow child who just managed to use the toilet instead of wetting himself.]

He'll be coming for your world, too. [Abruptly as Loki looks out over the still recovering Manhattan skyline, then back over his shoulder at Tony.] Oops.

[ She presses in closer and he does his best to resolutely not move in reaction to that at all, even though he'd dearly like to - and probably clearly like to, given the utter lack of response he has to her movements there. He just can't seem to get around the Danger, Will Robinson, Danger aspect of being in this situation with her in general. He trusts her not to kill him (unless it will save the lives of a few dozen civilians). He trusts her to be good at what she does, and knows she won't talk about it later. There are things he has faith in her about. They exist. His current buck-naked proximity to her own similar state and proximity is sadly, not one of these times when his faith is all that clear.

His own arms are either being used as a pillow for his head, or are sort of behind him, resting on his own hip, because touching her is still an 'ehhh' area. But as that hand of hers slides up his ribs - ooh, ticklish, ahh - and up to his cheek, his own hand somewhat tentatively, smoothly, quickly slides forward to rest on her own hip, so very, very close to his own right now. Little steps. Carefully made.

Tony wasn't really expecting to be kissed but he can't say he's surprised by it with the high levels of innuendo in the air between them. He allows her the time to feel him out - in all honesty, he loves being feeled out, or explored; loves opening up slowly, incrementally, to people like that - opens to let her explore, only darting towards her own mouth once or twice to see what she'll do but mostly allowing a slow acquaintance.

And nnnnn the nibble. God. He's trying not to react physically to all of this but he's tired, and cold, and she's going things like that, and he's seriously been awake too long and he's exhausted but not that much and in all honesty a little bit more and he won't be able to prevent himself from it. And she'll know. She'll definitely know, all pressed up along him like that. ]

It's a good start. Are you still cold? Should I try for you now?

[ Oh hey, the guy doesn't like the same thing that was in the other glass he already knew he didn't like, shocking. Moore booze for Tony, yay! ]

Did they? Who's 'they'? I need to know how smug to feel, you know, if it was like, gods, then I'll be unbearable for a couple of weeks, but if it was like, you know, a couple of fifth graders, I don't even need to bother with the pride at all.

[ wait, what. you're mean, he's getting tipsy and you're going to ruin it with statements like that. ] Who is?

Facbook poll. [He says entirely deadpan. Take that in for a moment. Loki knows about the internet. Loki knows about social networking.]

Oh. [A very false mou of sympathy in Tony's direction.] The owner of that army you and yours so successfully defeated. [But he's keeping the booze. And taking another drink.]

I imagine he'll be ever so interested to meet you in person, now.

He opened his eyes.

[ He imagines that not much surprises Ms. Moneypenny, even regardless of whether or not she's working in the field or at a desk. She has that unique gift. ]

And what do you prefer?

[ If he is direct, she seems something more along the lines of 'smooth'. Not that he can't also be smooth, just... There are times when he uses it and times when he does not. For him, it's a tool. For her, it feels like more a state of self. For her, he thinks, the direct approach is the tool.

If it helps at all, she has distinguished herself thus far as quite the unique and special card. Her card will be retired from use, afterwards. If there is one to be had. ]

"Got it?" she asked.

He nodded. "Got it."

"Good. So do you want me on my knees while I suck you?" she asked as she sat herself up, her hand never leaving his cock.

[Things could be worse. They could be trapped in some Siberian shit hole with nothing at all to keep them warm, but pure will and flimsy hope. This could have been not so many years ago when her survival was paramount over anyone else's. She's not the same as she once was, she's better, more compassionate and there are time, yes, that she wonders if that is better, but she made her choices. For the most part she's content with them. He should, additionally, be grateful it's her, and not someone else like perhaps Barton, who would probably never dream of putting himself in a position like this. She's almost sure he'd rather die than risk possibly being caught naked with Tony.

So there's that.

Dear god, he's ticklish? That is humorous, if she were felling in a more playful mood she might exploit that weakness a little, but for now she files the knowledge away for a later date- in case there is a later date. If things go well, there could be a later date, maybe. By well, obviously, that would mean they didn't die, of course.

She's easy going and considerate of his trepidation, sympathetic even, she knows she's not the easiest person to get along with, and that at times she can come across as cold and frightening. Allowing him his careful exploration she doesn't hold it against him that he's being cautious, hell she actually sort of applauds him for it. She would definitely wonder what was going on if he dove in head long.

Mmmthere see? He touched her and his hand didn't melt off, or get amputated cleanly by some weapon she had hidden somewhere best left to the imagination. Her skin is soft and warm-ish, under his hand. To her he feels at least a few degrees warmer than she does, which is reassuring, since she's more used to being cold, and more able to handle it.

She wets her lips, gazing back at him with bright eyes and an expression that is equal parts relief and interest.]

Good. I'm fine, but if you wish to try I'm sure I could always be better.

[And so it seems, 'better' has become the comfortable choice of words for whatever it is that is going on here. Funny how that works out.]

"Whichever." John was pretty agreeable at this point.

"It's your fantasy," she pointed out as she let him go. She moved off the bed.

"Come here." she indicated to the edge of the bed.

John sat up and scooted over so he could sit down on the edge of the bed.

She leaned in to kiss him before she kneeled in between his legs, her hands sliding over his thighs up to his hip bones.

He parted his legs for her, just watching.

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I scared myself off with my terrible writing.

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