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mistojen (mistojen) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-01-28 19:13:00

the (reverse) smut picture prompt

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. With that in mind, this meme is NSFW and will potentially be image-heavy. (stolen from bakerstreet on dreamwidth. ) How to Play: Post with your character \| fandom \| and any preferences. Do NOT leave a blank comment! 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. Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing. Tag Others. Be awesome to each other. Have fun!
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	stiles stilinski ✘ teen wolf ✘ ota wired 2016-01-29 02:05 am UTC (link)
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	Chester Adams \| TWD OC \| f/f seregeturgun 2016-01-29 02:06 am UTC (link)
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	derek hale 🐾 teen wolf 🐾 ota theworstalpha 2016-01-29 02:07 am UTC (link)
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	Caitlin Murphy ☀ OC ☀ OTA caitlinmurphy 2016-01-29 02:08 am UTC (link)
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	lydia martin ♥ teen wolf ♥ ota eunoia 2016-01-29 02:09 am UTC (link)
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bornnotbitten
2016-01-30 06:40 am UTC (link)

In their impromptu game of sex chicken, one of them (Lydia) was supposed to have backed down by now. He should have known better, though. Derek was stubborn as hell and she was just as bad. She'd looked up at him with those goddamned eyes of hers and that haughty lilt to her lips he'd done a pretty fucking good job of ignoring up until the five minutes ago when she answered the door, and Derek had just...pushed.

Boundaries. Buttons.

Her body with the forward movement of his own until she was backed into what he thought was the endgame corner. Like he said - should've known better because Lydia gave as good as she got, hence their current position. He wasn't 100% sure when he'd lost his shirt, but fuck if he cared, honestly. His hands were on either side of her face, holding her to him as he hissed and caught her lower lip between his teeth.

Because fuck, she knew how to move. Back and forth, a smooth grind down against him, and he couldn't hide how turned on he was if he wanted to. Which he didn't, at this point. Instead, he growled and let his hand slide down to her hip, grasp firm as he flipped their positions and rocked down into her. His dark eyes flashed blue and the hand on her hip slipped down her thigh.

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eunoia
2016-01-30 06:54 am UTC (link)

Things Lydia Martin did not expect to be doing at 2:00am on a Friday night? Top of the list: Derek Hale. So far on the top that he didn't even register and all because of a misfired text and two egos the size of Texas attached to two stubborn mules, neither of whom was willing to be the one to back down...well. That happened.

And, while she was at it, because there was clearly a lesson in everything — tonight, Lydia learned that Derek Hale didn't back down from a challenge. Derek Hale was most likely Photoshopped. Derek Hale was a way better kisser than Jackson could ever have been. On the whole, a fairly educational experience thus far.

She was used to the fluid motion of being forced off the top position, although when Derek did it, his eyes flashed with what was probably lust, but felt like a challenge. Lydia could move, all right, but Derek could keep up and that was the important thing. One of her arms curled around his body, fingernails raking light pink lines to temporarily mark her territory down his back as she rocked her hips up against him.

"Too many clothes," she decided, panting out the words after parting from their kiss to gasp for breath and then immediately crushing her mouth against his again.

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bornnotbitten
2016-01-30 08:45 am UTC (link)

Derek wasn't what one would call fragile -- he could do slow, soft, and easy, sure -- but he could also really appreciate the dig of her fingernails down his back and the forcefulness with which she kissed. The hand behind her knee pulled her leg up around his hip, pushing his pelvis harder against hers in a silent, not-so-subtle demand she feel exactly what she'd done and what she'd be getting. Was there still some element of competition to what they were doing? Maybe. It got them there and it for damn sure was going to carry them all the way to the finish line.

"Mm," he hummed against her lips, then trailed kisses across the line of her jaw. His teeth gently scraping against the skin of her neck, Derek drew his fingertips up the inside of her leg, thumb tracing over the center seam of her shorts, before slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. "I agree. How attached are you to this?"

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eunoia
2016-01-30 08:58 am UTC (link)

Feeling him rut against her to remind her where exactly this is going dragged a soft moan out of her even though Lydia had been trying to hold back for the sake of not being the first one to vocally cave. Though, since they were one-upping, Lydia kicked her other leg up over his opposite hip, crossing her legs at the ankle to drag him back down to her.

A roll of her hips gave her seal of approval as she tilted her head back to expose her throat to him — quite a show of trust, considering the fangs he's got hiding in there somewhere. One of her legs fell open onto the mattress below and she wet her lips, closing her eyes. Lydia's right hand slid down his back and into the back of his pants, grabbing at his backside only to drag her fingernails back up to his shoulders, lengthening the trail of scratch marks on his back.

"Only as attached as you are to the $49.95 you'd need to replace it," she responded, bowing her back up toward him to encourage the touch.

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bornnotbitten
2016-01-30 09:51 am UTC (link)

The part of him that was animal, that was wolf, thrilled at the soft moan he drew fom her. It inwardly clamored for him to drag another from the redhead beneath him - to take what she was offering. He groaned, hips cradled between her thighs, and mentally cursed the clothes in their way, even as he rolled his hips and let Lydia drag him down closer.

His eyes blazed blue when she let her head fall back, and Derek had to take a moment to just pause. To regain some goddamn control over himself. She was strong and stubborn and so fucking beautiful, and she definitely wasn't doing it in some sort of show of submission, but Lydia did trust him; that much was clear. They were both idiots. He bit down softly at the skin beneath her ear, then sucked at the spot, fully intending to leave his mark on her as surely as she was determined to leave hers on him.

His hips jerked against hers and drew back onto his knees, kneeling over her as he brought the other hand down to her shirt as well. "Noted," he acknowledged, ripping the fabric up the center and pushing it to either side of her. His gaze swept over the line of her torso, from belly to breasts, before he returned to her eyes. "Take your bra off, Lydia, unless you want me to tear it off you, too," he warned her, voice low and husky, his fingers finding the button on her shorts and popping it open.

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eunoia
2016-01-30 10:11 am UTC (link)

This was probably one of the more stupid things Lydia had done, because this game of chicken wasn't a game anymore. Derek isn't across town texting and she isn't alone in her bedroom being coy and cocky. He was right there with her and the flash of blue said he was invested just as the moisture pooling into the black lace thong that wasn't designed to absorb it said that she was. The scratches on his back; the hickey she could feel him leaving in his wake: steps they were taking to leave proof of their presence on the other and Lydia absently wondered for half a second why they were bothering when neither of them was probably ever going to tell anyone else and she would be shocked if he did't act like she was just as invisible a part of Scott McCall's ragtag "pack" as he seemed to find her before tonight.

He was tall, dark, handsome, and dangerous, but he was also Derek. She knew now that he wasn't a threat anymore. Derek wouldn't hurt her, so it was a controlled danger and that made it sexy and that made her want it more than she should.

One thing she could officially check off her bucket list: having her clothes torn off prior to a tryst. She huffed out a surprised half-sigh, half-moan when he opted to tear the shirt open instead of removing it. "$55 on sale, no guarantees if you miss the semi-annual sale," she replied, her typically raspy voice lower and more airy than normal as her chest heaved with her ragged breaths. She wondered if he always sounded like that and she just hadn't noticed or if that was because of her. Lydia's hips rolled upward, a less than subtle message for him to pull the shorts off while it would be easy unless, that was, he felt so inclined to tears those, too.

Lydia's own hands moved to the button of his jeans, struggling for a second with the awkward angle before managing to pop it and two perfectly manicured fingernails ghosted over the trail of hair that led down from his navel and disappeared below the waistband. Lower, her fingers moved, until she pinched the zipper between them and dragged it down, her eyes shifting up to his face and lips parted as she looked wantonly back up at him. This was happening. No turning back. ...and that was just fine with her.

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