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Open Posts ([personal profile] openposts) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-06-23 05:38 am

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.
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Let me know if this is OK

[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-26 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The dirty talk hadn't stopped throughout dinner. Sam had turned it into a game. He enjoyed making the blood rush to Peter's cheeks, then to other places. He was charming, flattering, alternating with flirtation and then downright filthy. A hand covered Peter's for a moment, just a brush of rough palm over raised knuckles, but the gleam in the hunter's eye made it known - to Pete at least - that he hadn't just dropped his napkin on accident.

"I'm going to call you butter by morning, that's how much I'm going to spread you." His long locks fell against his shaved jaw, clean and sharp, then behind his ear as he picked a roll from the basket in the middle of their small table.

It wasn't an official anniversary because Sam still wasn't sure what exactly they had, but it was an important night. Something in the charged air just made it so. He twisted the roll in half, deliberately, drawing a swath of butter across the still-steaming inside. He was rigid in his dress pants, eyes flicking down Peter's neck, then onto the brief hint of collarbone under his dress shirt. It had been Sam's idea to go out, and with a few placed calls, had gotten them not-the-worst-table at restaurant that still booked out two weeks in advance.

Nothing flashy, but still high brow enough that if someone overheard, there would be looks. Let 'em look, Sam thought fiercely, tongue across the butter before he bit down.
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Phenomenal! ^_^

[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-28 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam Winchester was a goddamn menace. Peter was convinced of it. It was fucking official. Peter didn't think he'd ever been this sexually frustrated in his entire life, which was saying something considering he'd dated Sam before. But this was - it was like Sam wanted to drive him crazy, which, frankly, Peter wouldn't put it past him. And yeah, he was blushing, especially when Sam muttered the dirtiest things he could come up with right before the waiter reached them.

Not that Peter wasn't giving good right back. His foot nudged against Sam's calf from time to time, stroking gently along the back of his knee, in coalition with the quiet (albeit perhaps a bit less graphic than Sam) retorts.

"If you don't stop that, I'm going to have to go to the bathroom. And you won't be invited." Peter warned, ducking his head a little to hide the redness in his cheeks. How could that man make eating a roll look so ridiculously dirty? It simply wasn't fair.

And damn if Sam didn't clean up well. Not that Peter didn't, but Peter wasn't really aware of it. He did look good, though; he was wearing the suit Harry bought him, for his 18th birthday. Peter certainly hadn't asked for the suit, but Harry insisted and despite Peter putting a price ceiling on his friend (seriously I am not letting you spend three grand on a suit what's wrong with you?) it was still extremely flattering.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-28 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pfft, bathroom?" Sam scoffed softly, making sure Peter was looking at him before he said slowly, "We can simply take turns sub mensa." Latin was a second language to Sam, but he'd still taken the time to teach Peter some fun phrases. The scientist would recognize it meant 'under the table' from when Sam would try to goad him, drunkenly, that the law student could indeed drink Peter under the table.

Sam had always lost, but now he knew why - those spider powers made Peter a tough guy to get drunk.

Teeth scraped against Sam's bottom lip, and he was quick to right himself as he saw the movement from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he was all smiles and friendship when their server came back by. "I'd like the New York Strip, medium rare with the asparagus and potato mash." He folded his menu closed and glanced at Peter, wondering if he heard the soft sound of Sam's loafer falling off before his dress sock began to creep upward.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-28 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't be serious." He has to articulate this aloud because Sam very well could be serious. Peter's face is on fire at the very thought. And here he'd been expecting a nice, fancy dinner. It was rapidly devolving into a porno, and the worst part was Peter wasn't even that mad.

Ohhh yeah, he'd absolutely been cheating. He didn't even get buzzed until he'd drunk a bottle and a half of pure vodka, or the equivalent. But it was fun to watch Sam try (imagine him, outdrinking Dean. Sam could win a lot of money off his brother with a bet like that).

"I'll - um," It was hard to focus under the best of circumstances, with Peter's range of senses, but when Sam's shoe falls off he's unfortunately very successfully distracted. Peter clears his throat, simply glad he hadn't heard Sam's zipper.

"What he said," He finished hastily, handing the server his menu and shooting a warning look towards Sam.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-29 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"When have you ever found me not to be serious?" Even while Sam was saying it, he couldn't stop his eyebrows from waggling. If Peter didn't make it so easy on him, Sam likely wouldn't be so obnoxious in nice restaurants. If they'd decided to eat at a Burger King or an Arby's, Sam definitely wouldn't be putting in so much effort.

Sam thanked the server and watched him leave, attention going back to Peter quick enough to catch the glance. He pouted, just slightly, and slumped a little more in his chair. "Just because you've deflated my obnoxiousness, but unfortunately those are the only thing that's flaccid." He said the last word into his napkin, taking particular care to make sure he didn't have any butter on the corners of his mouth, contorting it into a perfect O-shape.

"Am I allowed to tell you how sharp you look in that suit?" Sam was being serious now, leaning forward, voice still hushed. He smiled at Pete and leaned in, hand going to the stem of his water glass.

He paused, looked into Pete's eyes, his own sparkling at the secret that the glasses were just for show. It wasn't as loose as the other suit Peter wore, but Sam knew he couldn't even allude to that. He'd never blow Peter's cover and potentially ruin their night.

"To us," Sam said softly, tilting his glass enough to let the rip strike gently against Peter's.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-29 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." Oh, christ. Sam was going to be the death of him, honestly. And hey, this entire thing was Sam's idea! Peter is never one to suggest spending money when he doesn't have to (unless it's on Aunt May, god, he'd give that woman the world if he could).

"You're telling me," Peter shifted, cheeks burning. Of course he had a halfie, come on, how could he not? First Sam looked like a goddamn GQ model and then he purposefully tried to turn Peter on. Rude. Now he's imagining Sam's mouth on his dick and there's only so much his pants can hide.

"I guess I can allow it." Peter smiled, drumming his fingers lightly against the table. "Not so bad yourself, Winchester. You clean up nice."

He didn't need the glasses, no, and he certainly didn't need to wear them on their date, since Sam knew he didn't need them. But he did, of course, because Sam told him that he found them attractive and...well, Peter wanted to look good! Shh, don't say anything, he's already embarrassed.

"To us," Peter clinked his glass with Sam, gaze softening. He never thought they'd find each other again, especially not like this, but...he's so glad they did, really.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-29 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
The wad of money Sam had was still going strong, and the stack of credit cards under various names was squirreled away in his bag for a rainy day. He knew they'd be fine, and the money spent on dinner was well-worth the blushes, squirms and eye daggers Peter sent his way.

"Every once in a while it pays to not look like a country bumpkin in my line of work," Sam agreed. "A good suit can open doors I'd rather not have to kick in." And Sam wasn't so high and mighty that a little vanity wasn't nice. He liked looking at himself, liked the way a suit made him feel in charge. He wondered if it was because he'd only wear a suit in a courtroom, had things worked out.

"I do hope you know a good tailor," Sam said, seeing their food coming toward them, just enough time for one more remark, "because they're going to need repaired come morning." His smile alighted as the food was placed before him, eyes hooding as he inhaled.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Sam was abso-fricken-lutely getting all of the above out of Peter. He was trying, actually, to not get them kicked out, thank-you-very-much.

"You have never looked like a country bumpkin, ever, in your entire life, you Adonis-looking fuck." Sam Winchester and the word 'bumpkin' in the same sentence? If Sam is what the rest of the country looks like count Peter the fuck in. And oh, Sam kicking in a door? Shit. Hot.

He said it before and he'll say it again: Sam is going to be the death of him. Peter cleared his throat, staring right at the hunter. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-07-03 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I guess that'll be my Halloween costume. Country Bumpkin with my faithful ass right beside me." Sam smirked, because couple costumes were always a mess and usually ended up a little sad, but getting to call Peter his on the busiest workday for a Hunter? Could be worth a shot.

"I don't know if I ever told you, but for a while there, I was a little bit psychic. So, consider it a premonition." Sam was realizing he could get away with saying just about anything if he kept his tone light. "Eat up. We'll need the energy." Sam said when the plates were set and they were left alone.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-03 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, we'll figure out something better." Peter snorted, rolling his eyes. Something more fun... "Shirtless firefighter. You can give me mouth to mouth." Peter would love to see Sam in those cheap suspenders and the firefighter hat.

"Oh shut up," Peter laughed, picking up his knife to start cutting into the steak. He hadn't had steak in a long time; it smelled incredible. "You are such a deviant, I swear. Don't make me choke on this!"
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-07-03 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I could pull that off, but it'd be hard to go to a party of give out candy if I'm reviving you over...and over," his breath hitched just slightly before he said, "and oooover." Still, a Halloween in would be a nice change of pace and Sam knew Peter wouldn make it memorable.

Sam's mouth was watering, and was sure it was partly because of the steak. He enjoyed the first bite then pointed his knife at Peter. "I'd thought I'd rammed your gag reflex right outta you."

The meal was good, but by the time a dessert menu was presented, Sam had about all he could take. "A chocolate torte and a cheesecake to go, please." His eyes flicked to Pete and he gave him a sincere smile.

"Dessert at home, is that okay with you?"
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-05 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"What party do you think we're going to?" Peter laughed, cheeks tinged red. Honestly though, he didn't get invited to many parties. Unless Sam wanted to go to a frat party, there were plenty at his school.

"Oh my god," Peter spluttered, redness creeping up to his ears as he took a cursory look around to make sure nobody had heard them. "You are something else, you really are."

Peter spent most of the meal not even trying to tease Sam, which probably made it worse. Groaning at the incredible flavor of the steak, sipping water up through a straw - every trick in the book, Peter was hitting, and he didn't even mean to.

"Mm, I don't mind." Peter polished off the last of his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-07-05 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I figured your building had one," which made Sam's mouth quirk up on the right side. The other residents lived and breathed Halloween year round from what Sam could see from quick glances before doors slammed in his face. "It's usually a busy night for me, but maybe we can take it off." He was joking, because he figured Peter had standing plans on saving the world when every loony tune could walk around in public and cause, at the best of times, mere mischief.

As Sam set back from his empty plate, he realized he had a problem. He was still rock hard and knew he couldn't stand up without everyone in the restaurant seeing. "While we wait, how about we talk about Aunt Mae? Or...baseball?" Hopefully the point would get across to Peter - he was a smart guy, after all. Already a dull ache was beginning to throb in his sac, but best to keep that to himself. "Or maybe plants. I think some plants would be good for the place. And they could be the herbal kind, aloe and the like."
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-05 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know most of my neighbors," Peter admitted, echoing Sam's smile. "I'm sure it is. Usually pretty busy for me too but...I think I could probably pencil you in." New York could keep him up for days, saving people left and right, if he let it. As it was, when he finally decided to head home, it took him almost an hour, getting distracted down this or that alleyway.

"...since when do you like baseball?" Peter raised an eyebrow, still basking in the awesomeness of the meal. It wasn't often he left a dinner table completely full - and while he still wasn't, not really, he was damn near close enough. "Hm, I don't know if we get enough sun for that. We could try, though."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-07-05 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd hope I wouldn't need to set a play date for some Peter time," which, given the course of the evening, had a nice dual meaning to it that hopefully wouldn't be lost on Sam's Smarty Pants boyfriend. A morning of only finding bruises and bites left by the other were too few and far between. But, given the way the night had started, Sam was optimstic.

Rolling his eyes, the hunter sighed, shook his head. "An old trick my brother taught me," Sam confided, but the plant talk and the sudden arrival of their desserts and the bill calmed him down. "Maybe we need to look for a new place," Sam said lightly, signing the bill and writing in an twenty percent tip. Their server had been prompt and didn't bother them, well worth it. "Or we could try with the plants," he amended, fingers already wrapping around the bag handles. "Ready to get home and have some dessert?"

The treats in the bag would keep in the fridge.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-26 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you know you have a fast pass to "Peter time"." Peter definitely got the double meaning, quirking an eyebrow at Sam. Well if that was how their night ended...Peter wasn't exactly opposed to it. In fact, he was very much a fan. And yeah...it had been a while since they had a really good night together, as opposed to a sweaty, sleepy coupling after one fight or another.

"A new place?" Peter stilled, staring at Sam as he signed the check. He could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement. He was staying? Peter hadn't dared get his hopes up too high. They hadn't...defined what they were, so he'd thought Sam might be leaving... "I dunno that I could afford anywhere else. We'd have to stay in my price range." But it's not a no.

"Yeah," Peter smiled, ducking his head almost bashfully as he followed Sam. He slipped his arm under Sam's, linking their elbows. They didn't need to hide shit, this was New York. "I think I am."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-07-31 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we can, though," Sam said, his voice suddenly hushed, intimate. Sam wasn't shy about people knowing they were together. Secretly, it thrilled him that him, stupid dumb human Sam Winchester could satisfy a superhuman. But their place would be theirs, and no one else's. They likely wouldn't entertain aside from Peter's Aunt, but to get a little place with a reading bench in the window? There could be worse things in life.

"I'm so glad to hear it," Sam answered as he held the door for Peter to go out first.

Another good thing about the restaurant was that it was relatively close to Peter's place. Up the stairs and the key jangled in the lock - Sam demanded that now - and they were inside. The door clicked shut a second after Sam's mouth found Peter's neck. Hell, he was still holding the delicate desserts but he couldn't keep his other hand from wiggling between two buttons on his lover's shirt to feel his strong chest.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-10-09 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
To that, Peter offered a smile, aimed shyly down at his feet. It was turning a little dopey on him, so. He was sure Sam could see it anyway, he couldn't very well help it. "We can definitely try, Sam." In fact, the more Peter thought about it, the bigger than warm spot in his chest grew.

Peter let Sam have the lock (which he had broken less than two weeks after moving in, mostly out of his own carelessness with his strength, and had not replaced because a) no need and b) money) for his personal piece of mind, although he was pretty sure anything that would bother breaking in one of the traditional ways was something Peter would be able to pin to the floor with his pinky finger.

"Sam - " Peter half-laughed, half-sighed contentedly, one arm looping around Sam's waist as he fell back against the door, Sam's lips on his neck. God, did Sam know what to do with those lips. His own fingers tugged at Sam's shirt, pulling it slightly out from his waistband.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-10-09 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
His hand full of desserts was shaky until he found the small table he'd also talked Peter in to for his keys. There was a lock, and he had a car, so keys were necessary and Sam liked it to be fucking beautiful for something from IKEA. Once he was sure they were settled, Sam yanked up the back of Peter's shirt.

The warm-hot of Peter's skin made Sam's fingernails dig into the taut flesh. Still hard in his trousers, Sam ground himself against his lover's inner thigh. "I wanna fuck you," Sam whispered, deep and rushed and dark and through is teeth. "Gotta get deep inside you, Pete." Even with dirty words, Sam made sure to not rip any buttons off the white shirt. The hunter liked his man dressed up, and wanted to encourage it.

As soon as a nipple was revealed, though, Sam's teeth where on it, knowing he'd have to get their trousers dry cleaned.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-25 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Sam just always seemed to make his life better. They...made each other more human. Peter ate at regular times now, got on a semi-regular sleep schedule. Having each other in their lives made them both a little more normal - and it was no secret how much Peter and Sam both craved normalcy.

"Maybe if...you say please," Peter groaned, only barely getting the words out with how distracting Sam grinding against him was. Sam was a lot more careful about that sort of thing than Peter. In a daze, he could completely destroy the shirt; lucky thing Peter knew how to sew though.

"Sam!" Peter gasped when Sam dipped to tease his nipple, his grip on Sam's hips tightening, fingers twisting a little too hard in the fabric of Sam's shirt. He always made it such a struggle for Peter to stay in control of himself.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-11-26 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
God, the hunter loved the way Peter said his name. Barked his name. Hissed and coughed and gasped his name. This was normal, and it was just the right kind of normal, for them. It was rough but tender. Sam knew he wasn't Peter's match by any means, but the webslinger didn't ever treat him as any less.

And it just made Sam love him all the more. It made him want to get to Peter's level, even if it was unattainable. Still, nice to try. Sam's shirt was arguably too tight already, but he tried to make room, fingers sloppily unbuttoning himself. The buttons were a lost cause, and Sam had priorities.

His fingers dropped down to his pants, the buckle jangling on his belt, the quiet sigh as his pants were undone, the slippery way a rich zipper smoothly let go of its teeth. Coming up for a breath, Sam buried his face against Peter's neck, kissing and pulling.

"I want to suck your cock," Sam enunciated like it was one of his spells, hair spilling across his forehead, lips already plump.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-27 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps Sam wasn't his match in physical strength, but he was in intelligence which is really what attracted Peter to him in the first place. The physical connection was...more of an added bonus, really. It's moments like this, though, that filled Peter with that same awe as before - he had this with Sam again, something he never thought he'd get to have.

Peter took over where Sam had left off, fingers fumbling at the buttons, trying not to get flustered and rip the shirt completely. He managed about halfway down before Sam distracted him again by attacking his throat. Peter always thought it was funny, the look on Sam's face when his hard-earned hickies disappeared from Peter's neck. They just wouldn't stick, always healed by morning.

"You won't catch me complaining." Peter groaned happily, tilting his head up to give Sam better access to his skin. No, there certainly wouldn't be any objections out of him. Peter knew exactly how lucky he was. "Fuck, Sam..."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-11-27 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"You will be when all your dick can do is cough," Sam replied, his grin slicing across his face as he pulled back. "Can you..uh...stick to the wall?" Pete was surprisingly light for someone so dense, but after Sam learned Peter's secret identity, he exhausted himself trying to figure it out.

Gripping both sides of Peter's belt, he pulled down the press pants without even bothering to undo them. Pete's cock sprung up before him, lewd and thick with a shiny tip. Sam's head ducked down, only to rise up just as fast on the other side. The hunter didn't even have time to pull his pants down to a respectable distance. Just let Peter's thighs bulge against the belt.

The damp smell that he'd managed to coax out of Peter all through dinner threatened to make Sam dizzy. Before he could swoon, Peter's tip passed through his lips, half his shaft following right after.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-28 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a pretty wild claim, babe," Peter laughed, a carefree, easy sound that didn't come out of him too often. He raised an eyebrow over the thick frames of his glasses, but complied, leaning back against the wall to stick to it. Ever since he'd been able to reveal his identity to Sam they'd...definitely been getting more creative with it. Though they had yet to employ the webshooters...

Peter groaned when his cock hit the air, wet with need. The belt trapped his thighs - not that Peter couldn't break it if he wanted to, certainly, but he didn't want to, boxed in by Sam. He couldn't have asked for a better position, really.

"Sam, fuck, please - " Peter half-whined, fingers curling against Sam's forearms. He didn't have to beg long, head thunking back harder than he might have intended against the wall when Sam took him into his mouth. Good lord, Peter didn't think he'd ever get used to how amazing that felt.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-11-28 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
While Sam did like to hear Pete beg, the hunter had been keying himself up all through dinner as well. As the tang from the tip of Peter's cock coated his tongue, Sam's head got fuzzy for just a second. The way Peter through against his tongue made Sam want to go deeper. As he turned his doe eyes up to his lover's face, Sam slowly inched himself down on Peter's shaft.

His mouth and throat were full. The tip of Sam's nose was cool and slick with the juices stuck in Peter's manicured pubes. Holding it for a few seconds, Sam finally pulled his head back. Saliva dripped down his chin as his mouth tried to keep up. The hunter began to bob on the dick before him, slurping loudly as he coaxed Peter's first climax from the tip. His fingers moved down, caressing Pete's sac, then squeezing, then locking his fingers around them.

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