The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Comments

hope this is okay

[winterdragon]

Jon always slid into the shadows when Lords visited Winterfell, a secondary to the children that weren't considered a bastard by Catelyn Stark when presenting her children. Always introduced just enough to not be considered rude, but nudged aside enough to know she doesn't really like him. But it also means that he can slip through the shadows without some of the people paying too much of a mind.

It's not long after Snow's arrival that Jon is pulling her into a darker alcove, his mouth against her ear gently and his arm around her waist as their parents continue into the great hall and his siblings disappear to their own accords. His breath is warm against her skin, lips brushing every so lightly as he murmurs quietly. "I was thinking we should go hunting. What do you say?"

He can't remember how their hunting trips had started to have a double meaning, but they did now. They always came home with game, but while they were out there in the wild, no watchful eyes they made sure to enjoy each other fully as well. It was something he looked forward to every time Snow visited with her parents, he wasn't like Theon or Robb and enjoying any woman that looked at them with a coy smile. Snow was the only one he did this with, the only one he wanted to enjoy time with that way. And he hoped that she was up for it now.

I am so sorry about how late this is.

[deathfavors]

"There's a glen I but glanced on our last hunt," Snow starts, eyes twice as bright as the upward, still subtle curve of her lip. In the dark, she always unfurls, easy and unbidden and nothing like the reserved, almost stilted young woman that resides under the watchful eye of courtly life.

"I want to take you there."

Once upon a time - so many tales begin that way, why not this one? - she'd been a girl half-princess, half-wild, all knobby knees and a head fit for a delicate, tiny diadem. Her mother had been alive then. She'd encouraged her daughter's open 'roughness,' letting her take the hands of friends and strangers alike, under careful gaze, or pull anyone into her chubby little arms.

Her mother lay in the ground for nearly ten years. Long live the queen. Snow's stepmother pulled away the first time she attempted to embrace her. The woman was cold. Many people call her 'daughter' dour. Now, Snow White touches only Jon Snow.

Even further from view, slipped under his coat, her palm hovers at the small of his back. A bare wrist, its soft inner skin directed inward, ghosts across belts, buckles, the hilt of a sword as her fingers curl at his hip. Her other hand skims across his at her waist. Like a caress upon the word there, the pads of her fingers lave against the webbing between his. Their faces already so close; all she has to do is tilt her chin upward.

Her lips press against his jawline. One breath, two, the action could hardly count as a kiss, yet it might speak as loudly as one.

It's okay, backtagging is my jam. Hope everything is okay!

[winterdragon]

That brightness in her eyes has Jon's lips curl into an easy smile as he nods. He likes when she can be free, can let go away from her step-mother, away from his. She's not the only woman he encourages that sort of 'roughness' in, he's been helping his sister Arya with her bow and swordwork when Catelyn Stark isn't looking, and she's getting good.

"Sounds perfect. One horse or two?"

He'd watched the change in her over the years since her mother's passing, and he's always been here for her no matter what she needed. A shoulder to rest her head on as she talked about what was going on, or a sword to strike against in a hidden area for her to spar and get some anger out with or without a rant regarding what had riled her. Even just a hug for her to know that someone was still here for her, that she wasn't alone in this world.

There's the softest shiver from him at the feel of her subtle movements, of how she ghosts and slides her hands over his skin. Just that simple touch, the lips against his jawline has his heart beating a little faster in his chest for her. She stirs him so completely without much effort, or maybe it's a testiment to how much he needs her after they've been parted for a while.

His eyes close and he gives a breath, just letting them rest like that before he turns his head to press his lips to hers. It's a soft kiss right now, just welcoming her back to Winterfell, showing her with action instead of words that he's missed her and he's glad she's back.