Smut ✩ Picture Prompts!

[buffythevampiresock]

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.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

Image height and width:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

rpsmutgifs. lackinprivacy.

Comments

[ragefeathers]

The moment of their closeness stretches out, leaving the two in a strange bubble all their own. Kenzie is focused entirely on the woman beneath her, because that's what Milla is to her--a woman, like any other, regardless of her birth or parentage. She is a woman and like so many other women that Kenzie has known, she is beautiful and strong and delicate and a dozen other things that Kenzie sees in the people around her. Despite herself, she manages to see that in others. Even if she doesn't necessarily see it in herself. And like wiht other women, Mackenzie wants to make Milla feel good.

She presses her breasts into Milla's back, her hips jerking forwards in a steady pattern that starts to grow faster as she listens to the faint sounds from Milla. Her fingers match that, circling, moving, pressing, spreading to feel out the lines and curves at Milla's core. She kisses Milla's shoulder, then her neck, careful and passionate and adoring all at once. She wants to keep the space between them and around them as small as possible, to narrow the experience of the world to just the two of them.

"You're so beautiful," she murmurs. "You're so beautiful, Milla. That's it..." She's encouraging the other Garou, murmuring soft little nothings between thrusts, during thrusts, her whole core focused on the desire to please the other, to give her if just for a few minutes a sensation of being adored and cherished and wanted.

[untailed]

The keening grows more highly pitched, needier, not necessarily louder at all but very much more urgent, as everything just becomes so much, and yet it still feels like there could be more. More closeness, more being - being the centre of someone's world, even just for the moment, the full focus of attention not because she's being judged or watched or tested, not because she has something that someone else wants, not because she's being pitied or because someone is confused by her being her. No, just because she is, because right now, Kenzie's world focuses around her, and if that brings ridiculous, sweet nothings, then that is what it is. That's just how Kenzie is. She talks.

A lot. And right now, right here, that is just one of the many ways in which she wraps around her, in which the other woman's presence envelops her, hugs her tightly, lets her not think of anything else just for the moment, except for how close Kenzie is, her heat against her back, her hands and lips everywhere, how just for the moment, it's not complicated because she can just leave everything, absolutely everything, to her.

Right now, that is all that is there, and if she could hold on to it, she would, would draw the moment out into eternity (she wouldn't. Things change, stagnation is the death of all that lives. But she would-). But she can't.

It becomes too much, pushes over, pleasure mounting and then turning almost painful, and she pushes back, hard, not quite trying to throw the older Garou off but trying to make her stop moving. The keening stops too, fading into harsh panting as she tries to control her breath.

[ragefeathers]

As she feels the way that Milla moves and responds, feels the ttension in her body and the way she bucks back, tries to still Kenzie's motion, Mackenzie slows and finally stops, resting against and on top of Milla as she struggles to catch her breath. She kisses the other's shoulder and neck again, this time gentle and comforting rather than passionate and hungry. She props herself up with one hand, the other arm wrapped warmly around Milla's midsection.

"I've got you," she murmurs quietly against Milla's ear, wanting to make sure that she's there in this moment with the other woman. To make sure that Milla knows that Kenzie is here and isn't going anywhere, not now. Not ever, if she can help it.

"You alright? Feeling okay?" She asks, still laser focused on Milla and Milla's well being. Milla's happiness. Milla's pleasure. That is how Kenzie must be, if she is to be true to herself. Focused and intent, her attention narrowed to just this little globe of sweat and body heat.

[untailed]

She doesn't respond for a bit longer, just pressing up into Kenzie, trying to keep the heat, the so very human and yet very pleasant feeling of sweaty skin sticking against sweaty skin, trapped between them. There. Tries to keep the feeling of being Kenzie's world for just a few moments longer, of being... of being cherished. It's a weird thought.

She doesn't respond for a little bit longer still, until the foreign object into her, the sensation of the harness between them, starts bleeding into the bliss. Until those parts that are not</>i Kenzie start to make themselves known and intrude, and she huffs in discontent, albeit a minor one, and pulls away, forward and off. At least she does remember to be graceful and inform Kenzie of her intent to remove the foreign parts instead of just moving away. "Take that off," she states, not a command but a fact. If it's not off by the time that she has turned around, Silent-Death is going to take that off Kenzie. Probably with rather less care than it deserves.