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.
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.
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pelagiaregiapuella2019-01-14 10:09 pmAtlantis Rising | The Beginnings
Victoria tilted her head to the side, as she looked at the massive hospital building in New York, the crowds on the sidewalks eddying around her.
She took a small breath, flicked away an imaginary piece of lint from her cream Chanel coat and dress and walked into the hospital, a tinge of color surrounding everyone she looked at. But none were the shade she was looking for. Something tickled her, like wings beating the air, and she turned the corner, stopping a little ways away.
Right color but he was with two Fae? Seelie, based on the sun tinging their auras. Not a good idea, though to be handing out Savas' true name. She stepped back, asking a woman dressed in blue scrubs a question. So he was using a different name, then.
Victoria pasted on her princess smile, eyes wide as she approached, almost as if she actually knew him.
"Gareth Anderson? It is you! I thought I saw you and well, here you are." She smiled, dropping her little shield as she looked at the first dragon she's seen not hibernating since she's been on the surface for the past five years. She found five hibernating dragons and dens where they had been, but he was the first to actually be awake. She shoved down the tiny frisson of awareness, for it really wasn't the time. She was there to save Atlantis, not slobber over a dragon, even if he was hot.
She took a small breath, flicked away an imaginary piece of lint from her cream Chanel coat and dress and walked into the hospital, a tinge of color surrounding everyone she looked at. But none were the shade she was looking for. Something tickled her, like wings beating the air, and she turned the corner, stopping a little ways away.
Right color but he was with two Fae? Seelie, based on the sun tinging their auras. Not a good idea, though to be handing out Savas' true name. She stepped back, asking a woman dressed in blue scrubs a question. So he was using a different name, then.
Victoria pasted on her princess smile, eyes wide as she approached, almost as if she actually knew him.
"Gareth Anderson? It is you! I thought I saw you and well, here you are." She smiled, dropping her little shield as she looked at the first dragon she's seen not hibernating since she's been on the surface for the past five years. She found five hibernating dragons and dens where they had been, but he was the first to actually be awake. She shoved down the tiny frisson of awareness, for it really wasn't the time. She was there to save Atlantis, not slobber over a dragon, even if he was hot.
First Meetings ; Dragon Triad, or, the day Kai gets a crush.
Choosing his own Leader of the Royal Guard was Kai's first decision made without the need for his Regent to approve, and Kai hoped it would be a good one.
Savas was highly recommended from both his previous Leader and the Regent, who had taken over Kai's upbringing after the deaths of both his parents when Kai was only two. It was a bit nerve-wracking waiting, though, giving him too much time to worry over how they would work together and if he would judge Kai based on his father's behavior. Many of the Council did, so why not his Guard? Well. If that was the case, he would find one less inclined to judge.
Smoothing his jacket down, Kai watched the doors swing open, the butler announcing the arrival of Savas. He gulped when he saw him, eyes widening just a bit before he controlled himself, hiding the flush of warmth filling his entire body. He shouldn't be feeling that he told himself, not with the betrothal to Nyra and her planned arrival to the city in eighteen months' time.
He watched Savas approach his chair, his face hopefully impassive, but his eyes cataloging everything about Savas' appearance and demeanor.
Savas was highly recommended from both his previous Leader and the Regent, who had taken over Kai's upbringing after the deaths of both his parents when Kai was only two. It was a bit nerve-wracking waiting, though, giving him too much time to worry over how they would work together and if he would judge Kai based on his father's behavior. Many of the Council did, so why not his Guard? Well. If that was the case, he would find one less inclined to judge.
Smoothing his jacket down, Kai watched the doors swing open, the butler announcing the arrival of Savas. He gulped when he saw him, eyes widening just a bit before he controlled himself, hiding the flush of warmth filling his entire body. He shouldn't be feeling that he told himself, not with the betrothal to Nyra and her planned arrival to the city in eighteen months' time.
He watched Savas approach his chair, his face hopefully impassive, but his eyes cataloging everything about Savas' appearance and demeanor.
oceansdaughter2019-01-07 08:17 pmTrophy Hunting
The sea was calm. Gentle waves brushed against the rust stained sides of the trawler, scarcely rocking the old fishing vessel as it drifted, its engines silent. The boat's scant crew hurried about their jobs, some setting the nets while others kept their eyes trained on the horizon. The most skilled among them bent to their grisly task, stone faced and blank eyed as they carried out their work with sure hands and sharp blades. Each precise cut elicited a tortured cry from their catch, piercing and haunting but growing softer as shock began to take its toll.
"Shouldn't we at least-?"
"Skin's no good if we did."
Any further protests were silenced at the gruff reply from the captain. The harvesters continued their work, the lookouts kept their eyes peeled for trouble, and the others triple checked the weights on the netting. Not a man among them dared to speak again. With fish stock falling more and more each year as populations vanished they had to take what work they could get - even if that meant selling their soul to keep the lights on and a roof over their head. Finally, the harvesters set down their blades and carefully folded their bloody prize, stepping back as their skinned prey was rolled into the netting. Three of the strongest crew members hoisted the bundle up and over the railing, dropping it over the side and watching to see that it sank. Then, the engines sputtered to life, the propellers turned, and the ship turned toward home and the payday that waited the fishermen there.
The sounds of the ship were long gone by the time their discarded burden came to rest on a barren portion of the sea floor. Bound and tangled in the heavy netting the young woman could only stare up at the dim hint of sunlight glittering far above her. Choked by shock she tried to scream, every inch of her body burning in an unimaginable agony, but no sound louder than a gurgling moan escaped her throat. Drawn in by the scent of blood a shark appeared from the surrounding gloom only to dart away as if physically struck, scared off by an instinctual awareness that something was terribly wrong. There was no easy meal to be found in that wrapping of rope and metal, just an abhorrent tragedy that never should have been. The surface world had stolen from the sea again, and this time it had taken from the most innocent among them.
"Shouldn't we at least-?"
"Skin's no good if we did."
Any further protests were silenced at the gruff reply from the captain. The harvesters continued their work, the lookouts kept their eyes peeled for trouble, and the others triple checked the weights on the netting. Not a man among them dared to speak again. With fish stock falling more and more each year as populations vanished they had to take what work they could get - even if that meant selling their soul to keep the lights on and a roof over their head. Finally, the harvesters set down their blades and carefully folded their bloody prize, stepping back as their skinned prey was rolled into the netting. Three of the strongest crew members hoisted the bundle up and over the railing, dropping it over the side and watching to see that it sank. Then, the engines sputtered to life, the propellers turned, and the ship turned toward home and the payday that waited the fishermen there.
The sounds of the ship were long gone by the time their discarded burden came to rest on a barren portion of the sea floor. Bound and tangled in the heavy netting the young woman could only stare up at the dim hint of sunlight glittering far above her. Choked by shock she tried to scream, every inch of her body burning in an unimaginable agony, but no sound louder than a gurgling moan escaped her throat. Drawn in by the scent of blood a shark appeared from the surrounding gloom only to dart away as if physically struck, scared off by an instinctual awareness that something was terribly wrong. There was no easy meal to be found in that wrapping of rope and metal, just an abhorrent tragedy that never should have been. The surface world had stolen from the sea again, and this time it had taken from the most innocent among them.
notforsale2018-09-16 10:02 pmTime is slipping away from us so stay
Who: Nyra and Kai
Verse: Dragon Prince
What: A case of unintentional breaking and entering ends in an unexpected pair bond for the mating season.
( Stay with me, I can make you glad you came. )
Verse: Dragon Prince
What: A case of unintentional breaking and entering ends in an unexpected pair bond for the mating season.
( Stay with me, I can make you glad you came. )
firefeather2018-07-26 09:42 pmIn Your Lap
firefeather
"There is nothing wrong with spending a night in when you have a night off, you know," Saoirse commented as she wandered into the bedroom clad in nothing but an over sized towel, hair still dripping and skin still faintly pink from her shower. Her words were softened by a lack of annoyance in her voice that turned them from potential criticism to tired complaint, emphasized by the weariness of her movements as she shook out a second smaller towel and wrapped it around her hair. She had been gone for most of the day, having left shortly after sunrise for parts unknown, though it was easy to tell what she had been doing. The avatar had returned two hours after sunset smelling of ash and missing several tail feathers, clear signs that she had had a busy day. Now all she wanted to do was rest, preferably with Aidan for company. Spying him sitting on the foot of the bed she tightened the towel and padded over to carefully plop down on his lap with her usual aura of graceless familiarity.
“I appreciate the offer of going out for dinner but I’d rather stay here tonight. We have already eaten out twice this week,” she added as she settled into a more comfortable position, straddling his hips and resting against his chest with her arms wrapped loosely around him.
leighis
Aidan grunted a little when she settled in his lap but wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'll see what I can rustle up for dinner, then, because you had a long day, sweetheart. You're going to rest, though. Doctor's orders." The last was given with a grin, softening the order.
firefeather
Saoirse chuckled and seized the opportunity to steal a quick kiss. For all that she was still prone to being just as headstrong and feisty as she had been when they first met she had mellowed out dramatically in the months since that night. Some social situations still made her awkward and hesitant, but that wasn't a problem with Aidan. Where she had once held back she now gave him her affection freely.
"You'll get no arguments there, Doctor. They wouldn't do me much good anyway. Not when you have that look in your eye that says you will sit on me if you have to to keep me in bed," she said as she pulled back, lifting her hands to run her fingers through his hair and favoring him with a warm smile.
leighisIt had been a bit of a rough go, but they had managed to survive the rocky path. Aidan smiled against her mouth, returning the kiss before pulling away to rest his forehead against hers.
"Sitting on you, love? No, I'm thinking some ropes. Something a bit fireproof." Aidan laughed, then closed his eyes as he felt Birdie's hands in his hair. He shivered a little.
"Wouldn't mind you washing my hair. Like your hands in my hair."
firefeather
"Fireproof, huh? You might want to look into chains for that. Less likely to come undone as well," she mused, channeling a trace of inner fire to her hands and pulling them from his hair to cup his cheeks. Her palms were warm bordering on hot, a demonstration rather than the intent to cause his discomfort. Gently rolling her thumbs across his cheekbones she pressed another kiss to his lips then pulled back to study his face.
"You should have joined me in the shower if you wanted me to wash your hair." Clucking her tongue in playful scolding she nevertheless buried her fingers in his hair again, slowly scratching and massaging his scalp as if she were working shampoo into the dark locks. His little shiver had not gone unnoticed. To the contrary, it had sent a jolt of heat racing along her nerves that had nothing to do with her own fire, and she was seeking a repeat of both reactions.
leighis
His eyes slide closed at the caress and he leans into it, lips nuzzling under Birdie's ear.
"We would have been rather pruney if that was the case and with no hot water to boot."
Aidan grins, then speaks again.
"Chains sound so heavy, though. Maybe those thin gold ones? You look lovely in red and gold."
firefeather
The brush of his lips against her skin drew a giggle from Saoirse and she pulled away, shaking her head as if to chase away the tickle. A teasing remark rested on the tip of her tongue but the look of pure bliss on Aidan's face made her pause. Her breath caught slightly in her chest. This was far from being the first time she had noticed just how handsome he was, but something about him practically melting at her touch made her heart skip a bit, sending more of that same heat coursing through her veins. Licking suddenly dry lips she smiled and forced her train of thought back on track, gently tugging his hair in a playful manner.
"If hot water is your wish you need only ask. It may take me a few minutes but I could warm enough for a bath if I had to," she said, having forgotten her original witty comment in her distraction. His statement about gold chains proved to be a source of inspiration, however. Mindful of the fact that they were still on the edge of the bed she carefully shifted onto her knees, the movement loosening the towel wrapped around her even as it put her at a few inches taller than him, enough so that she could look down at his upturned face. Pulling one hand away from his hair she tugged the second towel away from her own.
"As lovely as it makes me look you forget that gold is a soft metal my dear doctor. You will need something harder if you want to keep me in one place," she purred, letting the second towel drop to the floor.
leighis
Aidan grins at her words, then her movements made an eyebrow arch upwards and his grin to widen.
"Mmm, I might have something for that issue." He says in a low voice, his brogue even more obvious. He trails his fingers up Birdie's hips before he tugs her closer.
"But first, I think I'll have to finish unwrapping you before we test the hardness of anything. Prepare the canvas, so to speak, if we're being artistic."