The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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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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[houseofel]

[His fireman is always so responsive, whether it be a playful pat on the ass or something as kinky and intimate as eating him out. Kal relishes each sound he elicits and the thought of allowing the guy a tiny break just to catch his breath properly doesn't even cross his mind. Seeing Dean writhe and beg and thrust back for more while his dick leaks like a hydrant getting ready to burst is the sexiest thing known to man. In Clark's opinion at least.

What's even better is the look of confusion and total lust on his face after Clark flips him onto his back, lost as to what's happening around him because the movement was far too quick. But then he's right back riding his tongue, Clark lashing out as deep as he can until he's finally getting what he's been after from the moment he began.

Clark moans at those noises the other man makes just before he explodes, Dean clenching around his tongue as his body spasms and pushes out rope after rope of hot cum. He groans and hums, rubs the backs of Dean's thighs, all slick with his sweat and when Dean has finally finished marking himself, Clark lets his body relax against the bed again, eyes dark and hungry as he observes the semen splattered across his man's face and chest. Fuck.]

Dean...

[It's groaned out. He was just about to get to cleaning up that mess, tongue wet and ready, when Dean begs for him to cum as well. Already he's pulling on his engorged cock, drawing the foreskin back and swiping some of the seed from Dean's chest to use as lube to get himself going. Kal jerks himself desperately, the muscles all throughout his body tensing and bulging beautifully.]

Fuck... F-Fuck, fuckfuckfuck... Right th-- Oh...

[And just like that Kal is emptying his balls to cover Dean's lower half in spunk; shooting across his stomach and ribs, a stripe even catching his nipple, and the rest spilling out on his Dean's cock and balls with a guttural shout.]

[markonmysoul]

[How can something like being sprayed with some other guys jizz be so god damn hot? Dean's panting like he had just run a marathon, struggling to catch his breath when Clark slowly lowers him on to the bed. He can feel his come cooling on his cheeks and he see's Clark about to get to cleaning when Dean just begs the other man not to do it. He needs to get covered in Clark's spunk so bad it fucking hurts.

Luckily Clark listens and is soon ripping at his own cock with it aimed over Dean's well built body. Clark looks so fucking beautiful like that, red, panting, desperate and muscles looking like they are about to explode from the tension. Dean's whimpers are urging him on, green eyes flickering hungrily to the flush cock that is disappearing behind his right fist.

Dean's whimpers are urging the other man along and then finally, finally, Clark is coming hard all over Dean's lower body. The hunter gasps harshly, coming for a second time though not nearly as strong as the first. It sprays over his abdomen and belly button, mixing with Clark's. Such heat is seared from his body when he feels Clark's seed cover his cock and balls. Dean breath is slowing down, his cock falling flaccid over his tummy, and he slowly dragging his fingers back through his own hair, eyes closing as he pants.]

G-God- Oh god, I love you. I love you so fuckin' much, Clark. Jesus Christ, that was beautiful. You're beautiful. Fuckin' hell.

[houseofel]

[It's because of those whimpers that he comes as fast and as hard as he does. Something about hearing such a vulnerable sound from a man such as Dean who was weak in no sense of the word at all, and maybe those smoldering green eyes have a lot to do with it, too. He likes Dean watching him, urging him on to take that one last step to go plummeting over the side of the cliff.

His head is spinning, body hot like flame is licking through his entire body, and Dean's words sound jumbled to his ears but he can make them out enough. He's more so dazed by his lover coming a second time in a row and Clark can't help but surge forward, burying himself inside Dean, cock still hard and still angrily flushed, with a low groan.]

Fuck... Don't give me all the credit, baby. You look even better like this, all covered in our mess mixed together. Yours, mine...we belong together just like this.

[The come cooling against his cheek gets laved clean, Clark barely giving a damn when he presses their bodies flush and joins the sticky mess. His hips thrust slow and deep into Dean, make sure he can feel every thick inch of him, as he slowly licks his face clean; against an eye brow, his lips even though Dean had already gotten that bit and continues to suck at his chin and neck with a content purring sound.]

Oh, I love you so much more, Dean. No one else is ever going to get the chance to do this with you nor me. [He kisses him as deeply as he fucks him.]

[markonmysoul]

[It was something Dean couldn't help. He loved this other man so damn much it hurt. It physically pained Dean to look at Clark's face and not kiss him. To not touch his body. This small shitty apartment of theirs was Dean Winchester's heaven, And Clark was very much the reason it was such an oasis for him.

It was foolish of Dean to think that Clark might be tired or sated. As long as they knew each other Clark has always been able to get hard quickly, in a matter of seconds really. So when Clark leans down and pushes in to him Dean moans, his body easily accepting Clark invading force. He bites down on to his bottom lip, making a noise as he slowly wraps his legs around his lovers waist.]

Jesus, you're still hard. Thank god.

[Dean reaches up, cupping his hands to the back of Clarks neck to have something to hold on to. Those green eyes didn't waver against blue. Dean just loves staring in to endless oceans.]

Love being drenched in our come, baby. Feels so right.

[Loving the feeling of being cleaned by Clark's tongue Dean leans in to that tender care. He noses Calrks cheek, all soft and pliant and able to move his jaw when directed by his lover. A hand slides down the well formed muscles of Clark's back, stopping just shy of his ass on his lower back. The warm palm pushes, urging Clark's hips forward in to his body. Clark Kent was his safe place. Dean could be vulnerable here. There was nothing to be afraid of.]

Not possible. Fuck, that's just not possible. Don't ever want anyone else, just you sweetheart. [He can feel the semen spread over his body when pressed in by Clarks. They share the mess and their lips tangles and presses while Clark's hard cock pistons in to him relentlessly. Dean just has to moan against those lips, legs squeezing Clarks waist for him to go harder.]

[houseofel]

[Dean ought to know better than to think Clark would be so easily satisfied. One orgasm was never enough to conquer his mighty cock and Dean is the only one who has ever had the luxury of knowing that because being fucked several times in a row and stretched so far open isn't exactly something anyone else has in common with the older man.]

Starting to lose faith in me already, Dean?

[Dean wraps around him nicely, bracing himself for each hard thrust that gets pushed into him. He's just as much a safe haven for Clark as he is to Dean and refuses to let anything tear them apart. In fact, he really doesn't want Dean letting go of him and bites against his lip when he feels his hands near Clark's ass, pushing into him more fiercely at his urging.]

Just me...

[He's glad and just hearing it makes his heart want to explode in his chest in such a pleasant way. On top of that, Dean being wrapped tightly around him in more than one way drives him insane all the time and it takes all his strength not to rip their headboard to pieces when he reaches up for it to better fuck his lover's brains out. The pads of his thumbs do cause some splintering, especially with how close he is to coming again.

His eyes squeeze shut and Clark fucks into Dean like never before, too fast and too hard to be normal and he just hopes the shorter man is too far out of it to realize what the hell is happening-- And then just like that Clark is shouting again and it's Dean's name on his lips, the headboard screams underneath his barely controlled grip as he creams inside of the other, thick and hot and powerful enough to leave Clark winded. His body is glistening with sweat and come, hair sticking to his forehead, then he drops back down against Dean murmuring unintelligible things into his messy chest, licking lazily at the smeared come and still panting.]

[markonmysoul]

Never.

[Dean replies, kissing the side if Clark's face and anywhere else he can reach with such need and desperation. Dean loved the fact that Clark needs to fuck him four or five times throughout the night to fully be sated. Even though Dean can't come nearly as many times he's okay with lying back and letting Clark use him as he needs. Dean always ends up sore and tired but so satisfied he wants to cry. ]

I could never lose faith in you.

[Clark Kent was Deans rock, his home. Clark knew everything about Dean, every secret and every dream. Dean loved this other man so much it hurt. He never wanted to think of the possibility of losing him, it would shatter the older man beyond repair. ]

Only you...

[ For a man who was always so afraid of commitment Dean has fallen in to this with Clark easily enough. Dean is loyal to a fault, he would take a bullet for Clark of push came to shove. The sound of their head board cracking falls upon deaf ears. Dean was focusing on the sound of Clark's panting and moaning, plus the sound of sticky flesh smacking against flesh. Clark is going so fast, he's drilling in to Dean and the older man is groaning out, sound caught in his throat and body bouncing with each pound in.

Suddenly Clark is crying out, his body tenses and he's coming thick and hard in to Deans ass. The fire fighter is so close to sobbing from how good it feels and also cause he can't come for a third time so close together from last time. He's heaving and gasping for air, sweat pouring down his body as Clark collapses on it. He brushes his fingers back through Clark's sweaty wet locks. He whimpers when Clark begins to lick him clean and those words just fall so easily from his lips like a prayer to on high. ]

Fucking Christ, I love you. I love you. I love you.

[houseofel]

[He can't remember a time he's been so fatigued in his life before. Not so much that he's actually been out of breath and limbs rendered so useless, no thanks to his amazing climax, that he just collapsed with no hope of keeping himself up any longer. Well, not since the alien invasion of Zod and his people, but of course. They were super-powered like Clark was and this... wasn't just sex. It never was whenever it came to him and Dean, it was always more than just that.

When Dean and Clark came together like this, there was always fierce passion and intense love-making. They don't fuck like the average couple does, it's almost as if they're becoming one each time they do, and as often as they screw around it makes perfect sense why they're always of the same mind and have few arguments. But they still do argue from time to time, because like any other couple out there, they're not perfect.]

I know you do, Dean. I know you do.

[He nuzzles into Dean's neck, kisses there and sweeps a thumb just underneath his eye. They're still wet from before and Clark just finds that so endearing and to hear Dean confess his love as he does makes his heart ache in a good way. He knows Dean is still learning how to be intimate and vulnerable with someone else other than himself.

After a while of coddling his lover, the kryptonian sets to cleaning him. Screw a towel, his mouth is better suited for this job anyway. There's not a place on Dean's body Clark wouldn't kiss or suck or lick, and he does all those things as he sweeps up their joined seed with his tongue.]

Just wait until tonight when I put you to sleep with the best blowjob you've had in your life...

[markonmysoul]

[It's always so hard to exhaust Clark, the man was like a bull. He just keeps going forward no matter what you do. So to see his lover collapse from exhaustion sends a surge of pride through Dean's equally exhausted body. I did that, his smug mile seems to say. Clark's tired because of me. Clark and Dean just fed off each other, pushing their bodies far past their brink just because they're with the other man.

It's so much deeper than sex when it comes to Clark and Dean. Dean lets himself be vulnerable, Clark knows everything about him and Dean has never before let in another person like he has Clark Kent. When they small time arguments do happen it cuts the fire fighter deep. He's off kilter for days until the pair come back together and give their apologies.]

Thank God.

[It was so hard for Dean to say those three words the first time but after jumping off that hurtle the words seemed to slowly come naturally. They almost spill out of the hunter, soon he was saying nearly every day but still feeling so odd in doing so. He opened his heart up to Clark and so far Clark Kent was taking very good care of it. It's funny, how long they've been together and his heart still flutters every time Clark nuzzles him and gives Dean gentle kisses.

Dean's hands run back through Clark's hair, gripping it loosely when his lover gets to cleaning all the spunk off of Dean's body. A pleased noise escapes the older man as he feels that warm , flat tongue slowly drag up over his skin laving him clean.]

Jesus, not before I climb up on your lap and get fucked by that big fat cock, I hope.

[houseofel]

[Remind Clark to handcraft or laser cut a medal for Dean because he deserves it. He's still surprised the fireman can last as long as he frequently does with Clark, though, usually around the forth and fifth times if Clark really needs it he's passed out by then and Clark is left to, gently, fuck Dean's body as he sleeps on. It's probably one of the more amazing and beautiful things he's since in all his life, Dean still whining and murmuring even while unconscious, his body knows how to react when Clark's buried deep and stretching him wide.]

Hmm, I think you owe it to your asshole to give it a break, babe. How about I finger you instead? You do love it when I tease your prostate. Stroke you from the inside as I suckle lightly on your cock head.

[And Clark doesn't mind the hand in his hair, too focused on the sounds he's drawing from those pretty lips and... Speaking of pretty lips. The younger of the two slides up, brushes his lips over Dean's, a light lick to them. He smiles, chuckles even, and finally kisses him passionate and deep, the combined taste of their essence still present on his tongue. It's the perfect mix of sweet and bitter.]

I love you so much Dean Winchester. [He confesses after a long moment of silence, just watching his lover.] Everything about you, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. You know this, right? [In between words he dots kisses along the freckles stretching from eye to eye. Beautiful bastard.]

[markonmysoul]

((ooc: I have thread started in the other smutt picture prompt if you wanna do a new thread! just an FYI))

[If Clark hands Dean a medal for 'thanks for letting me fuck you' the fire fighter will probably get all embarrassed and chuck it at his lovers head. Being with Clark Kent is a whole new level of want and need for the former hunter. He tries is best to keep strong and match Clark tit for tat when it comes to the bed room but sometimes Dean just can't make it. He passes out and Clark is left to use Dean's body as he needs too. Dean's always too dazed or asleep to remember what happens during those moments but he does love waking up and feeling fuller than when he went to bed.

Dean is stretched out on the bed, smile all sated and happy. He's got Clark pressed against him between his legs and Dean's hair is sticking every which way. He's nice and clean now thanks to Clark Kent's attention which wiped the come and sweat off his skin.]

Thaaaat seems like a fair trade. [He purrs all soft and wanting like.] You do it so well, sweet heart. Hard not to want it every second of every day when you're as tender and diligent as you are.

[When Clark starts to work his way up Dean's body the fire fighters hand slides down to the back of his neck. The first kiss is soft and light, just a tease. And then the second rough, full of teeth and want and need. Dean moans in to his lovers lips, licking deep to take all the taste of their mixed come in to his own mouth.]

I know you do. [He murmurs, eyes all heavy lidded and breaths panting softly in his chest. Dean licks his lips, eyes widening a bit at the thought.] I know. There's so much I wanna do with you, baby. [Reaching down Dean takes Clark's hand and brings it up to his lips, licking the length of the fingers slowly while Clark shows love to freckles dotted across his cheeks.] Want you to see all of me. [He slowly licks the palm.] Know all my scars. [Dean slides the palm down over his chin and along the length of his neck, pausing just over the Adam's apple. Dean lets out a breath, swallowing hard beneath the heavy hand as Dean pushes Clark's fingers tighter around his own throat.] Love the darkness that's in me.

[houseofel]

[Don't chuck things at people's heads, Dean, it's rude. And chucking a handcrafted medal your lover has made you is also ROOD! Take the medal, blush, and thank Clark like a normal person, not like a person named Dean 'Fuck my brains out, I'm so gorgeous' Winchester. The sad thing is, Clark just might take Dean to bed after getting a medal chucked at his head. They're both sad idiots pathetically in love with each other it's sick.]

We'll do it again tomorrow, I promise. I won't be able to go a full day without having you while you're actually here. [It was just those long weeks when Dean was away that Clark had to depend on the pictures Dean sent or that salaciously gruff voice over the phone instructing him how to touch himself to get off at night.

The following reunion is always electric, no, explosive. Either Dean walks through the door and Clark has him pinned to a wall or Clark goes to pick him up from the firehouse and the first discreet spot they can find they're fucking in the car.]

Dean... [Clark utters quietly and airily as Dean draws that wicked tongue across each of his fingers and palm, a delightful chill causing him to shudder against his lover. Things suddenly become intense when he finds his fingers suddenly wound around Dean, those heavy lidded green eyes watching him and Clark would be horrified at himself but he trusts Dean, and that's enough to trust himself not to hurt the love of his life. He holds his fingers in place, leans in again to kiss him chastely.]

Even the darkest parts of you.

[markonmysoul]

[Who does that? Who makes a medal for sex?! 'Congratulations on your 100th orgasim!' Seriously, Clark? Seriously? Seriously. The medal would have Dean blushing like mad but you know him. Deans all about the reactions. So yes he'd totally throw the medal at Clark but just as fairly follow the man in to the bedroom so they could hump like the horny rabbits they are. Yes they are totally in love and it's gag worthy, as Sam as told the couple on multiple occasions. What a life.]

You'd better. My ass gets lonely when your fat dick isn't in it. [Dean does adore how ravenous Clark Kent is for the days that the fire fighter returns home from his job. Nothing ever sates the guy. Clark seems to follow his lover around from room to room, waiting for any spare second to jump his the older mans gun. The sense of normalcy in their relationship has thrown Dean for a loop. He's become so used to having that other warm body pressed against him at night. When Dean has to sleep at the station he has trouble falling asleep. Something is always missing. Dean ends up calling his partner in the dead of night, needing to hear Clark's whimpers to get to sleep.

It's true love that every time Dean returns home Clark acts as though Dean has been away at war for years. Dean loves his car very much and there has been many a cleaning to get her upholstery free of stains after one of the couples many love making session in the back seat of his baby.

There is such tenderness in Clark's eyes even at such an intense moment. Dean feels the air in his passage ways lessen and as dark and twisted as it may be for Dean to ask for pain his lover will do it anyways. Because Clark loves him, and surprisingly Dean doesn't run in fear from that love. There's something that the older man has been avoiding because he was terrified but when Clark presses that soft kiss to his lips it sealed the deal.]

... Clark. [Deans voice was firm, his gaze determined with his lover. He gives a slight squeeze to the wrist he's holding on to as Dean licks the salty tang from his own lips.]

...Lie down on the bed for me.