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Batman 2022

Superman 2025

someone pls make a fanfic with this two

superman x reader x batman

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Clark Kent X Reader late night thought

Warnings: breeding, pregnancy

Clark Kent using his x ray vision when he comes so he can see it filling your cunt. But this also to make sure it stays inside you. Because this man is DETERMINED to get you pregnant. He’s determined to see you round and swollen with his kid. Some part of him craving that southern stereotype of you being barefoot and pregnant.

Clark Kent who knows you’re pregnant before you do. His super hearing immediately picks up on the second heartbeat. He then realizes he’s like his own version of an ultrasound. Only you couldn’t see what he saw with his x-ray vision. But he found himself doing it more often than not to ease his own nerves.

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Clark Kent would never curse. Stop putting that in the fanfictions

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TOM STURRIDGE as DREAM OF THE ENDLESS/LORD MORPHEUS

THE SANDMAN | 2.10 - Long Live the King

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Everyone thinks the eleventh doctor is full of Whimsy and that twelve is not. Actually, twelve is fucking full of Whimsy, you just have your anti-Whimsy glasses on. See the Whimsy. Love it. Embrace it. He is the Whimsy Man.

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HEAR ME OUT . please .

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🜼 ⋆ clark kent using his super strength to fuck you mid-air.

clark knows it’s over if you’re both caught doing this.

yet here he is, his tie shoved up over his shoulder and your panties dangling from your feet somewhere around his ankle. the office door is locked—maybe, you’re both far from going a slight fuck—and the blinds are half-closed, and your desk chair squeaks in protest every time he thrusts up into you with too much force.

but clark’s kissing you like he’s been waiting all day to get his mouth on yours, and fucking you like he can’t afford to wait anymore.

you’re straddling his lap, knees barely clinging to the edge of the seat, your body rocking with every desperate grind of his hips. his cock’s buried so deep inside you it’s dizzying—too deep, thick and stretching, every roll of his hips punching little gasps out of you that he swallows whole.

“you feel—fuck—you feel so good,” he pants, voice ragged in your ear. “can’t believe we waited this long—fuck—”

and then, it’s subtle at first, you clamping on him.

you shift just right, tighten around him without meaning to, and his hands flex where they’re gripping your thighs. too tight. not painful, but like his restraint is cracking.

“clark—” you start, but don’t finish, because suddenly the chair tips back a little and then— nothing.

your breath catches.

you’re not sitting anymore, matter of fact, you’re off the floor and clark motherfucking kent is holding you mid-air, hands gripped under your thighs, lifting you like you weigh nothing, like you’re just something to keep in place while he fucks up into you from below—harder now, sharper, angling deeper with each thrust like gravity doesn’t even apply anymore.

“clark—what—”

“shhh,” he leans in. muttering words, his forehead pressed to yours, hair falling over his brow, eyes dark behind his glasses. “can’t hold back—need you, baby—need to use you—”

and he does.

he fucks you like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, like you’re just the perfect fit to keep his cock warm, to fuck into and stay buried in. his grip never slips, never falters, never even shakes—he just holds you mid-air like you’re weightless, bouncing you on his cock like your body was made to take it.

you’re gasping, half-senseless, clinging to his shoulders like it’ll stop the way he’s fucking the soul out of you. you don’t even think to question how strong he is.

he’s clark.

your sweet, soft-spoken, infuriatingly humble clark and right now he’s rutting into you like a goddamn machine, leaving you breathless and spasming on his girth-y cock.

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It’s impossible to lie to a Kryptonian.

They say “Darlin’ did you eat today?” You say “Of course I have,” and they say “You do know I can x-ray the contents of your stomach, right?”

You tell someone “We’re just friends,” and later they say “I can hear your heart beat faster when we’re together,”

You say “I’m okay. Really, I am. Don’t worry about me,” and they say “I heard you crying from a thousand miles away, sunlight. I’ve already started flying back to see you,”

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It’s so weird watching New Girl when you’re named Cece.

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I swear I’m gonna work on the Bellamy fics. My life has just been hectic. Like just today had to take my cat to the vet and tomorrow I talk to my new psychiatrist bc my old one stopped working in my state .

😭

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Bellamy Blake’s freckles. Breathe if you agree

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I DONT WANT TO SLEEP WITH MATT SMITH

BUT THE Parasites IN ME WANTS HiM

THE DEMON IN ME WANTS MATT SMITH

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Got into a minor car accident but everyone is okay so sorry for the delay with requests 😭

Nobody was even hurt but I’m getting home later than usual bc we have like ten hours of car ride left to go

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Reminder that no human is illegal. Fuck ICE

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Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

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submissive bellamy…….save me submissive bellamy………….

Cece would you pretty please write a bellamy x grounder!reader fic where reader is part of the group Indra brings to Camp Jaha? Between S2 and S3. Bell and reader are bitchy to each other and when Bellamy challenges them, they put him in his place 🙂‍↕️

On Your Knees

Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader

A/N: Yesss yesss yess! also i have a feeling ik who sent this hehe

Warnings: Sub!Bellamy, canon typical violence, penetration, riding, oral (reader recieving), begging, degrading, name calling

Summary: Bellamy finds himself caring for someone he deemed the enemy. And he doesnt know what to do about it besides mouthing off. What happens when he bites off more than he can chew?

Trigedasleng used: Joka-fucker

Bellamy Blake was absolutely a dick. An utter jackass. And he knew this. Everyone knew this. With everything happening at Arkadia no one really blamed him. Well almost no one. The grounders that Indra brought would definitely disagree. So why did he find himself drawn to you; a grounder that hated his guts. Maybe it was because you were close in age or maybe it was because you were considered objectively attractive. Or maybe it was becuase you challenged him. Yeah, probably that.

Bellamy didnt know why, but he was absolutely in love with pushing your buttons. Actually thats a lie. He knew exactly why. But he would never admit it. He loved bring degraded. Maybe it was his undelrying issues. But he couldnt help but get a little semi anytime you called him an idiot in Trigedasleng.

Which is why he decided to take it up a notch. Like the glutton for punishment he is. Today he pushed you over the edge.

"You gonna kill a bunch of us sky people today or something?"

He had meant it casually, but the look it warranted from you was something he had never expected. And god did he love it. This is what got him hard.

"You should watch your mouth, joka."

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

In hindsight he should have expected this. In fact he wanted it. Some part of him craving the punishment. So as you dragged him into your quarters he didn't protest. Not even when you pushed him onto the ground in front of you. Landing him on his knees.

"You thought i wouldnt punish you? Did you think i didnt notice the little hard-ons you got?"

Shit. You had him there. He doesnt even bother denying it. He just nods. Accepting his fate. His eyes widened comically large as you started undressing. Leaving yourself naked in front of him.

"You have to tell me you want this or I wont continue."

"Please, I want you so bad..."

You smirk, nodding. Watching as he strips out of his clothing. He was certainly eager. Waiting for your next instructions. Big brown eyes wide and reminds you of a deer. So as you strip slowly, his eyes follow you. Then you pull his face into your awaiting crotch. He immediately got to work. Mouth taking you with precision and experience. Tongue swirling and finding all the spots that make you scream and moan. All of this was for your pleasure. He ate at you like he hadn’t eaten in days and you were his oasis in the desert. His hips were grinding down, seeking friction as he continued his ministrations. You notice this and pull his face away. A string of saliva connects him to you. And he whines. He fucking whines.

“You couldn’t wait for me to ride you, could you? Naughty boy.”

Your words cause him to freeze before he starts begging.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll be such a good boy please…”

He almost slurs, his voice desperate. And you smirk before pushing him down. Climbing on top of him. Straddling his hips. He whimpers softly like you kicked him until you sink down onto him. His breath hitches and he moans. Whining and whimpering as you start moving your hips. His size was immense. His tip hitting every spot that has you reeling. You moan along with him.

“God…please don’t stop.”

“I won’t…you’re being such a good boy.”

It isn’t long before he cums. The buildup from before hitting him hard as he lets out the most pathetic high pitched whine. His body trembles in the aftershock. The feeling sends you over the edge too.

“See? Much better use of your mouth.”