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omg i really love how you write, pls dont go bald

i'll try

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First time?

Clark Kent x reader smut

MINORS DNI 18+

triggers: blowjob, loss of virginity

Clark's fingers grip his pants hard, his nails almost tearing holes in the fabric, his mouth falling open, moans spilling out uncontrollably as his sweaty bangs fall into his eyes.

You grin up at him, using your tongue to sickle his thick mushroomed head. You didn't want to tease him too much, but his cock was just too pretty to not enjoy. Thick and uncut, heavy in your hand, so heavy that it almost made your wrist sore while holding it up. The skin was soft and smooth, pretty in a way that made you wanna plant kisses all over it. The tip was a darker pink colour, flushed with blood from his arousal. His veins were almost pulsating in your hands as you gripped his shaft harder, his thighs clenching as your tongue swirled around his slit. A bead of precum squeezes out from the slit and lands on your tongue. You pull back, sticking your tongue out and panting to show how your tongue is coated and marked with his slick. His eyes are heavy, hooded and dark, his flush high on his cheekbones. He catches his breath while you pull back but groans when he sees his own precum on your mouth, such a dirty baby.

You lean back in and rest on your heels, as he rubs his hand down his face with a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. It was only blowjob. Even though it was his first, he could handle this, he could hold on a bit longer before busting all over your face and tongue.

You dive back in enthusiastically, slobbering your tongue on the underside of his shaft. He doesn't expect it, and his hips buck up. His hands scrabble at the walls and clench and unclench uselessly, holding nothing, as he doesn't want to hold your head in place. Knowing how much physically stronger he was compared to you, that would be cruel and unfair, and ruin the vibe.

He does kind of want to hold you down until you're choking on him, though.

You slurp and drool on his shaft until his thighs are practically quaking, and gargled moans are spilling out of his mouth. You keep on sucking even when he starts to whimper loudly, his face screwed up. "Ah- ah- ugh- wait, wait, wait... Mm... I-i'm gonna... wait, stop, I'm gon-" You look up at him through your eyelashes, slurping especially loud. Poor baby, he was so innocent he couldn't even say cum.

"Hmmnnngggh," You mumble eloquently around his dick. He sucks in a sharp breath. shudders, tenses his thighs and shoots a load straight into your mouth. His cum was thick and warm, slightly salty and not bitter at all. Now you knew why people called cum cream--- his cum was gooey and smooth like heavy cream.

While he was still recovering, you swipe cum from your tongue and swipe it over his lips. His eyes are blown wide open and his whole face is red.

"Aw, baby, first time?"

Clark nods, and looks down at you shyly, his cock already hard again.

"Do you think we could practise that again?"

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@erensslut

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the way you write bruce and clark is sooo good! do you have a taglist? i would love to be on it.

Hiiii honestly this is kinda embarrassing bc those were my first posts and I'm kinda new to Tumblr posting... but I can def make a taglist if you'd like. I've read a lot of ur fics and I love them!

@erensslut

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Is this seat taken?

Bruce Wayne x reader smut

MINORS DNI 18+

triggers: smut, thigh fucking, squirting

notes -- guys, TYSM for so much engagement on my first post, here's another. hope I'll have time to write more soon!

BATMAN is the peak of human physique. Standing at an enviable 6"2, packed with muscle and strength, every tendon in his body maxed out to be able to withstand as much damage as possible. Seeing as he goes out every night to beat up criminals and get hit in the head 20 times, he spends many hours in the Batgym, lifting weights, doing reps for hours, stretching and running and forcing his body through even harsher conditions.

BATMAN has worked hard to be as physically fit as he is, and he's definitely proud of it. His torso is the shape of an upside-down dorito chip, huge broad shoulders, and abs you could wash laundry on. He's not the biggest fan of manscaping, though he has logged the hours whenever he plans another Brucie Wayne scandal. Usually he keeps a small smattering of dark hair on his chest, for masculinity purposes.

BATMAN is by no means top-heavy, and he has never skipped leg day. He trains his legs to be able to support his weight, and probably other peoples' as well, either as Batman or Bruce Wayne. He needs to be able to jump from buildings and cliffs and land properly without further injuring himself. His thighs can only be described as works of art, thickly corded with muscles. They're strong and firm, looking like they were carved by hand from marble.

BATMAN sits you on his lap, humming lowly with approval when you sit your cute ass on those thighs, feeling something hard start to poke you from underneath as well. You rock yourself steadily on his rock-hard thighs, whimpering from the stimulation to your mound. He nudges a knee in between your thighs, spreading them. Despite his body being all muscles and weight, he loves the softness of your body, your fat thighs, the soft belly. In his world of darkness and grit and pain, your delicateness, the creaminess of your skin reflecting your pure heart, his little light in the darkness.

BATMAN bounces you on his knee like a baby, his thigh hitting your mound with every bounce, the stimulation making your knees weak and your head dizzy. You try to clamp your legs shut to avoid the constant onslaught, but his leg force your thick thighs apart and continues without stopping. You claw at his thighs to try and catch a break but his pace is relentless. Your mound is leaking gooey slick with every bounce, and you can only let out desperate pleas and whimpers. He's brutal with his movements, refusing to give you a break.

BATMAN doesn't stop thigh fucking you until you've squirted all over his lap.

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MINORS DNI 18+

clark kent x reader smut

just some disgusting pwp to start the day

SUPERMAN is a freak, and is especially freaky after a big intergalactic alien fight. Hair no longer neatly gelled, his curls messy and sweaty, his face covered in dirt, sweat and whatever alien goo he encountered during the fight. Costume torn in the most convenient places, showing a muscular shoulder, thickly corded back muscles or a sliver of the skin on his thighs. Kryptonians don't produce body odour of any kind, so the only musk you can smell (and lick and taste) on him afterwards is usually the salty tang of sweat and a smoky undertone from speeding and user laser-vision.

SUPERMAN climbs on top of you like a bear after a fight, nuzzling his sweaty hair into your neck, muscling a thigh into the space between yours. "Babe," He groans, using his big hands to push your thighs apart, his callused thumbs rubbing small circles on the inner skin, enjoying the softness of your flesh. You whimper, the mound between your legs growing damp and sticky. With his supersenses, he definitely knows it's there. His grin widens, lazy but sharklike. He barely even had the patience to shed his torn suit, scraps of elastic blue costume hanging off of his shoulders. Your small hands scrabble and pull at his ruined costume, trying to expose more of his muscled body. He dips his head low, nuzzling at your moist throbbing mound. "Babe," He rasps again, tearing your underwear with a pull of his strong fingers, reducing you to the same state of undress as he.

SUPERMAN fucks nasty and sloppy, with barely any more coordination and energy left in his body, but still using his remaining strength to lift you up with his hands and thrust into you. The room is filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping repeatedly on each other, along with the rumbled low moans and high-pitched whimpers. His cock almost slips out several times, coated in a generous layer of sticky white bodily fluids. Your eyes roll back as you slump onto his strong body, moaning open-mouthed as he speeds up the space, snarling and moaning. "ugh, ugh, ugh.... Cla-Clark..." He smirks, bending you in half even more, his thrusts relentless. "Who's Clark, babe? I'm Superman."

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Steve blackman i will never not have time to drag you you fucking bitch. You not only ruined a good show with your shitty choices for the fourth season and cut back 6 to 4 but you also blatantly ignored david castenada who tried telling you in the nicest way possible that that fuck ass choice of making a love triangle was uncomfortable and weird. I can't look at any of the interviewings for season 4 because I can feel this thick tension that is awkward between all of them. But lets not just talk about that lets talk about your fucking controversy that has just appeared of you allegedly making a toxic bullying work environment for your staffers. 12 anonymous people gave complaints to HR about your fucking behavior. You pitted staff against each other making an angry and untrustworthy working environment. Oh lets not also talk about the fact there were complaints of your ass making lewd remarks that people said were sexist, homophobic and transphobic. Elliot page praised you for your fucking handling of his characters transition but other sources say you also would praise your team and staff in public and than go behind there back and bully them in private you fucking two faced scumbag. You also would ice out your own fucking staff if they didnt fall in line with what you wanted or would blatantly get rid of them. How fucking power hungry do you have to be to do that shit. Lets not also forget that you were a bastard to a poor pregnant woman who didnt tell you she was pregant when she was hired and had to go on maternity leave so you failed to extend her contract because she didnt make it your business she was pregant you fucking creep. You gossiped and talked shit about your own staff but really you should praise them since they're there to help make this show run. Their there to make this whole operation not fucking crumple and you’d think you’d give them some sort of respect but you wanna act like a little bitch and whine and cry when you dont get your way and get called out when they dont wanna do something that is uncomfortable for not just them but everyone else. Let's also not talk about how you did not give proper credit to those who made scenes and stories for the show and took all that credit for yourself. Your a fucking piece of shit that couldnt come up with your own ideas so you stole everyone else’s because your unoriginal and had nothing good to input within the conversation. On top of all that, I think people should check your computer because you had no problem making a creepy relationship between two vastly differently aged actors. Aidan Gallagher is freshly of age to depict mature romantic relationships within tv shows and you instead of finding someone who is more closely to his age you pick the actress that he GREW UP AROUND. HE WAS A CHILD WHEN THEY FIRST MET. But also fuck Aidans parens too for not maybe coming out and saying that this is fucking creepy. Maybe they where silenced and paid off to stay quiet but looking at Rob gallaghers creepy and controversial fucking behavior anyway, i dont think it took much for them to be silent. The fact that you deny any and all allegations of any of those claims and your representatives tried to save your ass steve and than there was a investigation which surprise sur-fucking-prise was less than comprehensive. You probably paid those investigators off to get off your ass and have your representatives scrambling so you don’t get cancelled and you keep lining your pockets with money that you probably stole from your staff too since you wanna steal their work. so might as well double it and give it back to yourself, right? . Fuck you and everything you stand for steve blackman you toxic, manipulative, predatory, creepy fucking bastard. Fuck you.