A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

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.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

Comments

it's so perfect DAMN THESE SPIES FOR MAKING US LOVE THEM

[resurrection]

[ james catches the shift in that expression of her though he can't tell if it's intentional or not. natalia, or black widow as his briefing referred to her as, was never one to be so forward on their first meeting. instead the woman leaves a trail of breadcrumbs that draw you in but never quite lead you to where you think you're going. she's good, almost too good, and it makes him pity the poor souls that get in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way.

bond isn't so talented at hiding his amusement, especially not when it's genuine. it's gotten him into trouble more often than not, though not enough for him to ever stop. he catches her glance but shifts his gaze to the front of the car where the road is slipping by them when she shifts her attention to her phone. ]

A change of location would be preferable, though.

[ bond's words drip with implication like they're already tangled in a down duvet, but she should already be well aware that this is the status quo with 007 (somewhere in an MI6 file he's sure it's noted, scribbled in a margin in M's hand). ]

We've never been formally introduced you know.

[deskjob]

A little of both. ( with a smile, not quite self-deprecating. he's given her a piece in the puzzle that is his relationship with shield, and she's slotted it into place. it's not an interrogation, though, so she doesn't press on. )

What are you doing?

[deskjob]

( that is a rather accurate analysis of both of them. she'd applaud his sense of introspective, if she knew of it.

the art is not so much in not being surprised, as it is in not letting her own surprise, when it does happen, faze her. )

That depends entirely on the situation, Mr Bond.

LOVELY \o/

[deskjob]

( she would have shot him again — perhaps not in the end, perhaps only to incapacitate him further, but she would have shot him again — if not for his bullet lodged in her shoulder, if not for the pain.

she doesn't hide the way she grits her teeth against the pain, the grimace, nor does she stop herself from going down on one knee, knocked off balance by the impact and in too much pain to find it again. those things aren't important enough to spent energy on. what is important is this: switching her gun to her left hand to aim it at him. she may miss, but at least she has a gun trained on him again. it makes her feel safer.

and maybe she would have shot him again then, if not for the sound of sirens, the footsteps. she can only hope that these are legitimate cops. )

Thank you. Your praise means the world to me. ( bitten out, but trading sarcastic quips with him is something to focus on beside the pain that's making her vision swim. she can't very well pass out now. )

[gcpd]

"Oh faster please," he begged.

[inyourdreams]

She can't help the smile on her face.

"I like when you beg," she said before licking back up him and taking him into her mouth again, hollowing out her cheeks and taking him down as far as she can.

[gcpd]

He laughed breathlessly before his face contorted. "Close," he managed.

what are you even talking about

[fe_male]

[ In his opinion, this feels quite a lot like some sort of Siberian-esque shit hole with nothing but a flimsy blanket and pure determination to stay warm. He doesn't have nearly the same sorts of experiences she does with cold - his cold was in the middle of a desert, which, while still hilariously cold, almost can't be on par with a Siberian anything by sheer virtue of longitude. But still. It's pretty cold. And it's cool, because he almost trusts Clint in this kind of situation even less than her, which is a strange thing to think about.

Shut up, he can't help it. Most people are. He thinks. It seems like it anyway. You'd better not try and use that against him or he'll... figure out some sort of mildly irritating comeback that will hopefully in itself not be found worthy of retaliation. So there.

More often than not, Tony does run a little hot, so that makes sense, but it just means that he tends to feel temperature differences a little faster. Generally it's heat that annoys him more than cold, but this kind of cold? This is a little more drastic than just a chilly room, and it's much harder to deal with for someone who is accustomed almost solely to carefully climate controlled indoor areas. He'd probably climate control a beach if he could figure out a way to feasibly do it. Soft and warm-ish are good, but having finally touched her, there's a small barrier that's fallen, and his hand moves up and down a bit to try and do for her what she was doing for him. Frictional warmth just to get things going.

And that reply gets a bit of a narrowed look - not deeply so, just the kind that accompanies someone who is weighing options and tracking a mental chain-of-events and doesn't typically do much to suppress their facial expression in the process.

But, better. Better he can do. Better's easy; he's got a reputation for better in both senses of the word here, so hopefully better should be quite doable. It's not too many moments before he's made a decision - really, there's only the one choice here anyway, let's be honest - and he moves to close the gap between them again, such as it is. Kissing is generally a good place to get things started from, and while he doesn't go at it with as much brashness as he normally might, there's still some experience at hand in the calmer, cautionary approach. His turn to explore a little more, more deeply acquainting himself with her movements, hand sliding over her hip and around her back by habit, staying close. ]

[inyourdreams]

She didn't let up, bobbing up and down on him, her hand massaging his balls and then moving to press against his perineum.

[gcpd]

John let out a strangled sort of noise as he came, his jaw clenched tight as well as his eyes.

[inyourdreams]

She swallowed him down as he pulsed into her mouth and continued to lick him slowly as he rode it out.

[gcpd]

He opened his eyes and looked down at her as he caught his breath.

[inyourdreams]

She kissed the still swollen head of his cock as she caught his eyes before she stood up and kissed his mouth.

[gcpd]

He kissed her back as his arms wrapped around her.

[inyourdreams]

"Good?" she asked as her knees settled on either side of his hips and she sat down on his lap.

[gcpd]

"Amazing," he said with a grin. "Like you have two tongues."

[inyourdreams]

She grinned back.

"If you let me bring you down into a dream, I could," she said.

[gcpd]

The smile disappeared from his face. "I don't know about that."

[inyourdreams]

"Hey, I'm not being serious," she said, nuzzling his nose. "I know how you feel about that."

[gcpd]

He nodded.

[inyourdreams]

She kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I love you," she said.

[gcpd]

"I love you, too," he said as he kissed her cheek.

[inyourdreams]

She squirmed a bit on his lap. She was still wet and throbbing from sucking him off.

"I know you can't...again...already," she said. "But...I need..."

Either his hands or her own or the shower.

[gcpd]

"Oh, uh," he said after what she wanted donned on him. "Wanna give me like ten minutes or is that too long?"

[inyourdreams]

"If you only need 10 minutes then I will most certainly wait," she said before pressing her lips to his again in a slow, sensual kiss. They could still enjoy themselves in the meantime.