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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.

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

Original Meme here.

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[All the better a little pliability can go a long way. Even more so when staring in the face of someone like her. She's every bit as deadly as she is gentle and careful. And while its best not think about the things these hands have done, it's also just as easy to find ones self in a simple sort of awe that hands like hers can be so soft. A tender caress of more than capable hand, taking in all the tell-tale cues she gets from everything she can take in of his. His expression. Patterns of breathing. The subtle changes in his pulse. The shift in the entire atmosphere between them.

No. No. Don't renew caution now please don't. Because his hand is warm as it skims over her skin, it's warm enough to raise goosebumps along the flesh it's come in contact with and make the muscles in her stomach jump with anticipation Jim the path just a head of it. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it slightly. His hand on her thigh, drifting along it.

Don't be afraid of her. She's just a woman who wants him. Her body reaction in much the same way as his, though she ignores the sound of her own heart to focus on just him. So don't worry. Not when his fingers are so deliciously close. Please don't. Okay? Just let go.

She moves her leg.. Just enough, and eager little move to open up. To give a little more room, and hey, maybe it's a little needy, but fuck it she's a touch desperate for a little contact. He is the one currently getting pretty much all of the attention and she can't have that. So, it's a subtle things, the little ones she does without any thought. A slight lifting of her hips, or a little drifting lean toward his hand. She smirks, a tiny little lift of the corners of her lips, before she grabs his hand with her free one and guides it back, her fingers curling his and then moving away. She's warmer there than anywhere else, a constant humid warmth that flairs at the first little brush of his fingers, and shows the first little signs of any sort of weakness in her carefully constructed armor that she surrounds herself with.]

[ It's partially caution, partially playing with her, but mostly caution. He's remaining as he is, but his hand on her is both learning the curves and lines of her body and growing acquainted with them. It's not difficult to let her move his hand back to where she wants it, and he doesn't have a problem exploring and moving there instead. He slides two or three fingers inside her, curling to meet a cluster of nerves and stimulate them. He's well acquainted with this sort of thing, just not with her, somehow, and right now, he's not sure how they've never done this before. Like really. ]

You're fucking gorgeous, you know that. I don't -- Know what to say beyond that.

[She makes a satisfied sound when he complies, a slightly bigger one when his fingers move against her. Her breath catching completely as he slides them into her. Everything stops for a moment- a brief beat. Her heart, her hand, everything all together just... ceases.

Except his hand.

When she comes back to herself she huffs a little laugh, smiling at him- her thigh is twitching, every perfect curl of fingers causing it to tremble slightly.]

Yes, but it is nice to hear.

[Why... did it have to take this to put them here, when it could have just as easily have been any number of other times? Possibly because somethings... are just so much better when you wait.]

[ He likes the noises she makes as he does the right things - it makes him more likely to seek out similar right things and do them in turn. Although right now, sort of preoccupied. Fingers inside her working a steady rhythm, her own hand by this point either gone or motionless on his cock, which is fine, he has a thing about reciprocation anyway, but he doesn't care one way or the other. He just loves the look on her face, unguarded and pleasured, even if for a moment, and after her words he simply curls his fingers a little bit more, a tease, because leaving them entirely back to normal, a rhythmic in and out. In and out. Come on. ]

[He's lucky, because while she doesn't make much noise, the ones she does make are well earned. And yes, her hand did fall away, but only out of distraction and not out of lack of wanting to continue. Instead it's now curled around the forearm of the one he's teasing her with. Not to stop it, oh hell no, she's holding it to keep him there, to give him an encouraging squeeze when he stops. And then again, when he moves again.

Damn it... Before... it was blissfully perfect. In that, steady and easily building sort of way. Now? Fuck... while she's not complaining because, god.. whether she likes or not- he practically has her figured out- she is frustrated by how quickly he managed to 'make' her.

Though, if she's honest it isn't that hard to figure out what it is she might really enjoy in certain situations. Always so rigid and controlled in everything else she does. Yes, someone tuned in to that might expect that-- well, the unexpected would be a major part of how she likes to unwind. (Funny how that term when used in this situation is a misnomer. The quiet building tension is anything- but unwinding, really.. At least up until the point where it finally does spill over.)

She does not growl at him, not even a little, ~~oh yes, yes she does- though it is weak and barely counts as a growl~~, she does shoot him a tiny and pleading look. It's completely lacking any of her normal edge, it's pure and honest, and lost for a moment as she, in a moment of agonizing desperation, tries to shift back against his hand when he tries to draw his fingers out.

The sound she makes is new- compared to the other ones she's give him so far. It's a little needy, and perhaps a lot desperate. But, god damn it you slowed down, while not a major issue-- it sort of is a major issue right now because fuck.]

[ Well earned noise is almost just... even better. Having to work for it, knowing that it's not forced - from the woman who fooled him for just under a year, made him think she was entirely someone else, nearly got to this point once or twice (or so he'd thought, at the time) - knowing that this, now, was genuine. Well, that just gets him hotter, a flush hitting his neck and spreading down his chest - the design around the arc reator being somewhat remarkable where scar tissue refused to change colour and new skin changed far more than it ought to've done - it tapers out as it starts to hit his stomach, the blood in that area having another job to do.

She seems a bit more frustrated now, but not unhappy with his current actions, and so he keeps them up for the most part, adding creativity here and there, especially when she ~~does not~~ growl at him, because that's just all grades of ooh baby give it to me. The pleading, okay. Sure. He employs something learned through experience, shifting his hand just this one way to try and help, no longer removing his hand at all and simply bringing her to completion as quickly - but powerfully - as he can. ]

[Sometimes she is capable of constructing such elaborate and well played lies that even she starts to believe them herself. This though? This is completely honest, it's open and though still a bit restrained it is just for him- as a result of his actions. So there's that.

The hand not clamped around his forearm, in an effort to keep him where she wants him, traces over the patterns across his chest at least until she's far too distracted to maintain the slow moving sweep of her fingers and she simply drags her nails down his ribs.

Everything about that sound she made is screaming for him to- Oh! Yes.- She moans and writhes back against his hand, dropping her head to his shoulder, biting down as talented fingers push her passed caring about boundaries or appearances. Her core tightens around his fingers, her thighs around his waist.

She whines quietly against his neck urging him on, whispering for just a little more- justalittlejustalittlebitmore- She arches off his chest, her climax hitting her hard and forcing a low breathless moan, from her lips. Fuck. And they're only barely getting started.

Relaxing against him, her hear is pounding in her chest - fluttering and rapid- and she's it's a clear in his ears as is in hers. The Ex-Russian shifts, catching his bottom lip with her teeth tugging at it hard, then sucking at it to sooth it. She smirks, it's a touch lazy, but clearly no where near ready to quit 'playing'.]

Are you better? Because I'm much better, but I think... we still have a little work to do to make you better too.

[ He appreciates the honesty, because for all his lying and all his distracting other people with flash and substance, Tony tends to be an oddly truthful person, if not in words and plain actions then at least in his reactions instead. This kind of intimacy? Nearly entirely made out of reactions, and so to be in such an honest, vulnerable state, while the other person involved is maintaining some sort of facade - that would suck, actually. He would really dislike that.

The dragging nails get her a soft hiss, because after messing with all those scars like that, tracing them - some are old, no feeling, and some have newer skin, more sensitive than the rest - his nerves are starting to overstimulate. That and he just appreciated the feeling, what it meant, coming from her.

But honestly it's that look of her, arching off and away from him, tight tight around him, inside and out, and the moan - that's the reward there, and he can't help but grin a little bit, because he does enjoy being able to do that to someone else. It's just better that it's her, because she never shows so much like that. The grin is still there, in the corners, as she comes back to him, toying with his lip, then smirking herself. ]

I'm hotter. Happier. Harder than I would have thought possible considering how cold I remember it being in here. But it's not cold anymore, is it?

No, not cold at all. Things are definitely heating up nicely.

[She might still be a little breathless, more so from the anticipation of taking this a step further. She hums an approving sound as she slides against him shifting up his body, just enough to align them properly.

A simple little movement, graceful and almost effortless. She pauses there, just barely rocking against him, the tip of his cock pushing against her, her slick opening stretching around the blunt tip- then the almost satisfaction is gone, replaced with a breath of eager longing before she rocks back against him again. With each return she accepts a little more-

then a little more--

She claims his lips with hers again, a hard hungry kiss, full of teeth and eager breaths. Then she slowly sinks down on him; wet, warm and tight, she huffs against his mouth and pulls back to watch him for a moment.

Blinking down at him, she holds him there not moving- not yet- inviting him to either wait for her to decide it's time to move or grip her by the hips, well, make her. It's almost a challenge. A tiny little battle of wills. Has he let go of his hesitation enough now to take matters into his own hands? Or does she still have a little work to do?

Her head drops to his neck her lips sliding over the flushed flesh there, then down his chest- hitting pattern of his scars with soft kisses and an occasional drag of teeth or flick of her tongue.]

[ His face shifts into one of expectation, of anticipation, and he swallows as she brings them so so very close to each other properly, barely bothering to even breathe as he looks up at her, waiting. And then she does move, and his eyes are glued to the look in hers as she brings them closer and closer together. He's given himself over to the kiss so freely by the time she's fully on him that he takes a moment to recover when she does stop kissing.

Staring up at her for a moment, it looks like she's daring him to try something. And she's not moving. He shifts, out of impatience, hands on her hips forcing a rocking movement with his own shift and rotation that he, at least, rather likes - he's not sure how well she does, but it doesn't involve pulling out and ramming back in, both of which seem like chilly concepts from his point of view.

But when she drops to pay attention to his chest - the closer she gets to the reactor the less he seems to move - right now. In other moods, this is not the case. That gets his breath going a little more, chest tightening when she goes over a particularly sensitive area, screwing up his rocking rhythm thing. ]

[She keeps her eyes on him, a flickering smirk trying to form on her lips as his hands move her, but it flickers out- into something a bit more relaxed and Ohyesgood. Give her a minute, eventually she'll give him more direction, for the moment though she's more than happy to go along with this.

Mmhm. She flips her hair over her shoulder and trails lips up to his neck, a little drag of teeth just at his shoulder, gentle and not. Testing the limits of what it is she gets the right reactions from him. Like the simple stuttering out of time she drew from him with the caress of her tongue over certain places on his chest.

This is one of her favorite games. Probably his too, if he'd get out of his head long enough to enjoy himself and not worry as much about little things. It's sex, and as long as he goes with it there's a pretty damn good chance she's going to enjoy herself.

She rocks against him, moving with his movement and then coaxing him into a more steady rhythm. She's quiet- but not silent. Against his neck she makes soft quiet little sounds, enough to let him know that yes.. yes.. Now, they've got it right.]

[ Mmm, the hair flip is nice, but it's the teeth that really win his approval, a hum emphasizing the grip of his hands as he keeps up his motions.

She's drawing him out pretty nicely. By the time she coaxes him into a rhythm, he's all but lost his previous second thoughts and is actually behaving normally again, because it's sex, and it's good sex, with her, and really there's no reason to be worried, is there, because she's clearly enjoying herself just as well, judging by those soft little noises. Everything she's doing right now is basically perfect, although she is welcome to do more. It could get better, although it's not as though he's asking for it to. ]

[For the moment- and at least until things between them get a little more heated she's perfectly happy to continue the slow- and not entirely dissatisfying movement of her hips.

Especially, pleased when his grip tightens, and he all but purrs that humming sound of approval as her teeth find his shoulder. She wants more of those... more of those sounds and to do more things that make him forget that he's cold.

Her nails drag slowly up his ribs, then back down again, before she starts to push up and try to sit up, pausing just as she starts when she remembers that 1) she needs to keep him warm. 2) she's actually sort of enjoying the intimacy of the close contact. Moving to sit up would break that... unless she gets him to sit up with her.

Lips meeting his, for a slow and kiss. It's almost as though everything has slowed down- everything around them is nearly at a stand still while he continues guiding her to move on him. ]

[ It's okay he feels pretty warm right now. The nails are a good touch, and their wake shows goosebumps briefly because they settle back into his skin - at least until he remembers he's cold again and his body 'helpfully' tries to make the coat of hair he's obviously wearing puff up and catch more heat.

She could totally get him to sit up with her if she wanted to, but he didn't get that feeling out of what she just did, particularly not how she came back down to him for a kiss, and he opens up for her, for it, fighting back a little bit but mostly letting it happen, rocking underneath her as best as he can. ]

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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

I read that as applesauce.

understandable.

I'm the worst partner in the history of horrible partners.

no you are not you are wholly worth waiting for okay

<3 ilu you're too good to me.

because i looooooooooooooooove you

Nawww... Don't mind me.. I'm going to sit over here and bask in your love. and cry about my awful.

gdi i thought i'd replied to this already my bad

<3

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