bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ only looking to rp with alhaitham sorry for "being picky" crimes

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for bottom haitham enjoyers, i am open to either though consider kaveh a bottom so he'd be a service top for alhaitham

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redoing this with twitter links, since imgur is trash, apparently.

M/M
01. 02. 03.

M/F
01. 02. 03.

OTA/Kink Scenario
01. 02. 03.

[M/M-1, OTA-3, and maybe a shade of OTA-2]

It was already late into the night, most of the residents of Hideaway had already returned to their quarters to rest, which made it more convenient when Clive finally heard the knock on his door. Few would have still been up to see Gav escorting Prompto, already stripped and in irons, to Cid's quarters. The residents of Hideaway knew about discretion, but word always tended to get around... Not that there was much secret when it came to the relationship between the two of them, the silver emblem of Rosaria hanging proudly from the collar around Prompto's neck.

Clive barely acknowledged Prompto, even as he guided him to their bed after dismissing Gav, leashing the collar and attaching it to the headboard, leaving just enough slack for the blond to move without being able to leave the bedding, especially not with his wrists in chains. The minutes ticked away slowly afterward, Clive not speaking a word to his partner, just standing over him, looking him up and down, eyes roaming his exposed body. The nearby candle that illuminated the room cast harsh shadows across Clive's features, flickering across his chest, and highlighting the deep cut of his muscles, guiding down to the waist of his leathers, unlaced just enough to guide Prompto's gaze exactly where he wanted it.

Clive's gaze wasn't harsh, but his eyes were dark, almost reminiscent of the time they'd spent together in their younger years, like the lord he once was, appraising his pet. Still, he didn't speak or acknowledge Prompto, instead moving to the bar, pouring a glass of some unholy clear liquor that had been distilled from the gardens. It was overpoweringly strong, tasted awful, and yet Clive regarded it more that the naked man in his bed, swirling it in the glass slowly before taking a sip.

When he finally decided to join Prompto, sitting on the bed, the air around him is chilly, opposite of the usual heat that the blond had become accustomed to. He leaned over him, an icy bead of condensation feel from the glass onto Prompto's stomach, melting against his flushed skin. Clive watched as it rolled down the other's abs.

"Otto and Gav tell me that you've been distracted lately," The bass in his chest in deep as he spoke, conversational yet with an imperious air. His hand idly slipped between Prompto's legs, the chill from the glass brushing the inside of his thighs, as the back of Clive's ice-coated fingers just barely graze against his pet's balls. "Is that so?"

Prompto had always taken a lot from Clive, even back in their youth in Rosaria. He had been taken in by the Rosfields to be a companion to the eldest son and learned the hard way how rough a noble could be. Clive had used him, but Prompto had learned that he wanted to be used. His affections for Clive had always been there, something he shared with Jill. He had not been in Rosaria when it fell, having been sent to the University of Kanver to hone the skill he had for engineering and mechanics. When the news reached him, his heart had broken, and it became no hard thing to fall in with the likes of Cidolphus Telamon when the man came calling upon his skills.

Fate would have it that Prompto would be reunited with both Clive and Jill, and his wounds started to mend. He found joy with Jill once more, and with Clive, he found release in submission. Clive had always been born to lead, but now he had been softened by the experience of being an imperial bearer.

This should have all embarrassed Prompto, but what mattered was that it was what Clive desired, that he had free use of Prompto, and this time with more care than when they had been teenagers, rough and raw with each other. Gav was used to this by now, though, and he and Prompto had a light bit of banter as Gav led him from his quarters. Prompto thanked him for his gallantry with the lightest of pecks to his cheek before they entered Clive's quarters.

He knew this routine by now and settled on the bed. His heart pounded in anticipation. Clive had an intention behind this, beyond their power game. Prompto swallowed a lump in his throat more than once while he waited. He was hard, needing and wanting the acknowledgment of the man who had a total claim on him.

The chill shocked Prompto for a moment once Clive came close. Shiva...? His eyes flickered, searching Clive. This differed from the warmth Clive usually expressed upon him. He made an involuntary sound as those cold fingers brushed the thin skin of his balls.

"You tend to run through my mind a lot... Guess it's your fault?" Prompto worked up the sort of cocky quirk of his lips into a smirk as he tilted his head a little. He was testing Clive's mood.

"Just giving me all sorts of distracting thoughts..."