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imagining clark kent teasing you

he’d been doing this for what? half an hour now? teasing you. drawing out the pleasure to make you sob.

his middle finger curls inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. you grip his forearms tight. “fuck… right there.” you whimper, hips bucking against his finger.

clark is smiling. that damn smile. the sweet one he always does even in inappropriate situations like this one. he presses his lips against your cheek, fingers moving even slower than before. he’s teasing you now.

“clark.” you groan in part frustration and need.

“sorry.” he chuckles. he slowly slips in his ring finger into your wetness, watching as you keen. your back is arched off the bed, nails now digging into his arm.

“you look so pretty like this.” he mumbles as he buries his face in your neck. you moan in response, so focused on the pleasure to even talk to him. “just makin’ a mess on my fingers.” he teases as he moves them even deeper inside you.

“c-clark… please. so close.” you babble out, back arched up from the bed and eyes squeezed shut. this urges him on, his fingers moving faster, and the obscene sounds of you fill the room.

“yes!” you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you so suddenly, your vision going white.

he’s too damn skilled with those big fingers of his.

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gfn im literally imagining clark kent being a munch like fuckkkv (18+ obvi)

“clark-“ you giggle, hands resting on his shoulders as he peppers your face in kisses. he has you on the counter, hands on your hips. “baby.” you warn and he finally pulls away.

“what? i’m happy to see you.” he murmurs, voice low and a shy grin on his face.

you drag your teeth across your bottom lip as he begins kissing along your jaw, slowly moving down to your neck… his fingers moving further down south-

“hey!” you laugh. this wasn’t gonna be just an innocent make out sesh, was it?

“please? i need you. want you.” he groans out.

a sigh leaves your lips before you nod and hiss the hands move to eagerly unbutton your pants. your hips lift up as he tugs them off your legs, tossing them on the kitchen floor somewhere. you swear you hear him moan at the outline of your pussy through your panties.

“so pretty…” he hums under his breath, hands gripping your thighs as he pushes them further apart. you watch as he slowly lowers himself onto his knees. clark kent is on his knees. superman is on his knees. the sight is fucking beautiful.

“clark.” you whine as his thumb presses against your clit. he rubs small tight circles against the bundle of nerves, smiling as your body jerks into his touch.

“gonna eat this pussy till you beg me to stop.”

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clark kent fucking you in a headlock. | 18+

“i bet you could keep me in a chokehold and fuck me stupid at the same time.” you’d announced to your boyfriend, using your best fuck-me eyes, nudging your knuckles under his chin with that bratty smile he hadn’t built up any resistance to. the full arsenal which you knew would short-circuit his conscience.

he’d lasted maybe two hours after that. and now—

cheek’s mashed into the mattress, one of your arms is pinned awkwardly under your chest, the other caught between his body and yours, useless. he’s sunk in balls-deep and barely pulls out more than a few inches to build momentum before slamming back, his pelvis crashing against your asscheeks like he’s trying to fuck you through the bedframe. every ounce of his body wants to let go, to let you feel the full brunt of what he’s truly capable of. but he doesn’t. he won’t.

he’s got you in a tight headlock, arm flexed around your throat, just shy of a blackout. tactically tight, so not as to crush your windpipe, all the while giving you exactly what you desired: the pressure, the floaty, hotheaded rush from getting fucked like a dog and being half-strangled simultaneously. your mouth stretches around the thick curve of his bicep, teeth sinking into the firm meat. it’s right there—so yummy and tempting, and biting down is the only thing keeping you from unraveling completely. you drag your tongue along the veins, moaning into his skin. clark barely reacts to all of this: he simply groans through clenched teeth, hips still slamming into you mercilessly, the wet plap-plap-plap of skin loud and obscene.

“s-sorry,” he pants, voice cracking. heat sears between your connected bodies, sticky with sweat. “you’re okay? you—you can tap out, you know that, right?” a weak, muffled noise from you. doesn’t matter though, as your pussy’s doing all the talking, squeezing the life out of his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“should’ve stopped,” he mumbles to himself, almost remorseful but apparently not enough to stop. “should’ve—shouldn’t be doing this to you.” but he is. still is. and you’re taking it all the same, pussy sucking him in greedily like a vacumn. your vision goes blurry right before you cum—air thinning out of your lungs, brain neurons misfiring. clark feels you clench again and groans into the crook of your neck, hips pistoning viciously through your orgasm like a man possessed. not even for himself—just to wring every bit of pleasure out of your body.

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PREVIEW ; untitled clark kent x reader

tags & warnings ; clark being a gentle bf to his sweet little puppy his gf :))

a/n ; hiii here’s a little smth i’m working on !!! clark kent save me. save me. let me gnaw on u. i promise i don’t bite that hard

metropolis apartments are small, your queen mattress touches three of the four bedroom walls, but god is it cozy. the whole perimeter is lined with pillows, and you lay curled in on yourself at the center of the large bed.

clark smiles, he undoes his belt, lets his slacks fall to the floor while he loosens his tie and pulls off his shirt. its the same routine. dirty clothes in the hamper, grab a pair of sweats, then find his way to you.

tonight you’re laying with your stomach, knees tucked to the side and arms folded neatly beneath your face. clark kneels by the bed before getting in, reaches out to cup your cheek, and murmurs to you, “hi, sweetheart.”

your eyes open slowly, blinking at him until you’re aware of what’s going on. you break into a sleepy grin, nuzzling against his warm palm. not bothering to find your voice, you whine softly. not in discomfort, more like a quiet hello, and roll over onto your back. you stretch out before you cock your head in his direction, looking over with wide, needy eyes.

“aw. someone missed me, huh puppy?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble in your ears. he reaches down to rub at your tummy, presented for him all soft and inviting. he knows how much you crave the comfort, his hands on your body. just these gentle, innocent touches. they mean the world to you. he moves his hand up to scratch behind your ear, and you whine again.

“words,” clark mumbles playfully, and you sigh like it’s the biggest inconvenience you’ve faced all day.

it takes a moment to find your voice, after sitting and staring at him for a beat you ask, “come hold me?”

to be continued… lmk what u guys think!!

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cw: smut no plot 🤍 18+ mdni pls

pairing: John Price/fem!reader

Price likes fucking you deep and slow, rocking his fat cock into you in the middle of the night. He can’t get enough of feeling you squeeze down on him as he humps your gooey pussy, tells you he’s been thinkin about it all fucking day, pretty. He gets off on how your whines get breathy and eyes roll to the back of your head when he’s got you like this. His heavy hips smacking against yours with his full weight, stuffing you full and making you feel every single inch.

He can’t see it now, not when he’s pushed you on your stomach with a big hand on the back of your neck, but he knows your brows are knitted and lookin’ like you’re about to cry over how good it feels. You get all embarrassed every time he coos at you, his baby, unable to control it when he makes it so good for you.

Like you know he’s thinking about it, you shyly peek at him over your should and fuck- yeah, fuck there you are. Eyes fuck-drunk and lidded, hair falling over your face as you look back at him. His pace slows to a crawl, unable to squash the goofy grin that pulls at his cheek when he sees his pretty baby needing him.

“Hi baby.” He coos at you, leaning down and plastering himself to your back. You shiver feeling the thick pelt of his chest pressing up against the sensitive skin of your back, his tip kissing your little sweet spot. He groans against your ear when you tighten up, chasing the feeling with a deep swivel of his hips and feeling you leak around the thick plug of his cock. He can feel it drip down his heavy balls, tucked against your throbbing clit.

He presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder all the way to your cheek. A hairy arm closes around your head, under your chin as he turns your head to plant a wet open mouthed kiss on you. Hand on your jaw as he licks against your tongue, messy and gross. Your answering moan is broken and wet and it makes his cock throb in you.

He can’t help it, he wants more. Wants it deeper. The weight of him keeps you pinned as he widens the space between your legs with a meaty thigh, deepening your arch. Your hands follow his unconsciously when he reaches up, needing to touch, feel his steady strength as he grips the head board. He lets you cling, silently gushing over how sweet you get when his cock is this deep in you.

“Hush now, let me have it-fuck- just like this.” He drops his head to kiss down your back, groaning when your nails dig into his forearm. A hairy thigh hooks around your own, locking you together. It was all the warning you were going to get that he had no plans on staying slow and sweet with you.

“Hold on pretty, just hold on to me.”

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MDNI 18+

gojo satoru almost never removes his blindfold.

not during missions, not to sleep. not even when you’re beneath him like this, panting into his mouth. he usually keeps it on—spares him the headache. you’ve never minded, though. his presence alone compensates for what he keeps hidden.

but tonight, something makes him pause mid-thrust.

he stills, breath shallow. two fingers hook beneath the edge of the fabric. with one slow pull, he slides it down. it hangs around his neck now. what’s revealed steals away your breath.

his eyes are otherworldly.

not just electric—opalescent, almost volatile in their beauty. platinum bled to cobalt, cold fire beneath a lattice of lashes so pale and translucent they catch light like spun sugar, long enough to kiss his cheekbones when he blinks. too beautiful to be real. too unreal not to be divine.

you reach up, brushing a lock of silver hair from his damp forehead, fingers grazing the corner of one crystalline eye. his lashes flutter—languid, indulgent, unbearably fond.

“you like?” his grin tilts crooked. boyish and smug. words simply fail you, so you nod. the motion cause you to tighten around him. he exhales sharply, nearly chokes on a groan.

“careful,” gojo mutters, sinking deeper into you. “you keep lookin’ at me like that, i’ll embarrass myself.”

your legs cinch around his waist, and the next breath he lets out is shaky. there’s colour high on his cheeks now—pink cresting beneath damp silver hair, reaching the delicate points of his ears. his gaze lingers on your face, then dips to the bounce of your breasts as he thrusts again.

“told you i was pretty.”

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SINNERS 2025, dir. Ryan Coogler

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no thoughts, just butcher’s hands

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thinking about olderbf!nanami who treats you like a living doll, whos infatuated with every aspect of you.

hes incredibly gentle with you;

brushing you hair back or fixing it so it look just right, helping you put your cute little shoes on(that he definitely bought for you), or making you hold his hand so you stay at his side while out- ‘i’m making sure you’re safe, thats all~”

its even in the pet names he gives you;

pretty girl,

sweetheart,

baby doll,

precious thing.

he used to be so insecure about your age difference, but now(though he would never admit it) he liked it. you liked different things than him, you had more energy than him, you were always in the mood to try something new with him, you taught him stupid slang he would never use or understand, and he was able to teach you things right back;

like how to file taxes,

how to iron a dress shirt,

how to french kiss,

how to properly suck a cock, his cock,

how to roll a condom on his cock,

how to tell him while you were beyond fucked out that you were gonna cum,

he was there to teach you all of it and he loved every second of it. he loved you, adored you. who cared that he was old enough to be your father? he was keeping you safe.

you were his.

short little olderbf!nanami thing i thought of <33 more of him coming soon ^.^

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clark kent holds your hand while he eats you outf and he’s always messy when he eats you out, slightly inexperienced. he’s studying all your reactions, seeing what really makes you tick. truthfully he eats you out for HIS satisfaction that he keeps hidden by pretending to just wanna make you happy but fuck he loves eating you out. his hips grinding into the bed as he tongue fucks you. it’s desperate. it’s just the way you make him feel.

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It's insane to want to stop non-black writers from writing Sinners' fanfiction where the reader is depicted as a non-black person. You can write any fics you want with whatever characters you want but to act like it's wrong for writers to insert themselves in the movie is insane. It's also unfair to report the Remmick x reader fics just because people like him more than they do the main characters. The movie was for you, but the fics are for whoever is writing them.

.....and notice how you stayed anonymous?very clear you missed the objective..

I think ol girl wants a Scooby snack for this

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♡ ⸝⸝ SIZE KINK

featuring. ryomen sukuna | smut mdni

thinking about your boyfriend sukuna who has an insanely violent and nasty size kink. he’s so shameless about it, too. he just can’t help but admire the difference between you two.

sukuna absolutely towers over you, and his broad build is nearly triple the size of yours. his hands engulf yours whenever he holds them and his clothes? they don’t even slightly hold onto you, completely drowning your figure which for some reason makes sukuna’s cock twitch.

he’ll never try and hide his smirk when you have to ask him for help because he purposely left something completely out of your reach, or when he see’s the difference in size when you’re cuddled up next to him in bed.

and that’s what’ll set him off most of the time, starting to place hungry kisses on your neck as you murmur his name before moving on top of you and pinning you down, pulling his shirt off his body. then he does this thing where he’ll grab your smaller hand in his, gently tracing over the outline of his abs and you’re reminded just how big your boyfriend actually is.

the first time he pulled out his cock you were honestly a little scared. how was that going to fit inside of you? and sukuna’s reply was simply, “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll make it fit.”

and boy, he did. he had his tip alone stretching out your pussy, rubbing small tight circles on your clit to help you relax and adjust to his size. he was honestly pretty sweet about it, which is definitely not the usual for sukuna. but, seeing you try so hard to take his massive cock had his heart swelling, and his cock throbbing.

it wasn’t long before he had you in a mating press, pounding into your poor abused pussy and bottoming out inside of you. your moans and whines were like music to his ears as he watched the light bulge in your tummy, pressing down on it, “y’feel me, baby? fuck- you’re taking me so well, m’so proud.”

and for that, he’ll obviously reward you. he’ll make you cum again and again until a thick white rim forms on his cock, making sure to give your clit as much attention as your pussy as he stretches out your gummy walls, fluttering against him.

“you’re so beautiful like this, think i’m obsessed with ‘ya.”, he’ll say as he watches you cum down from your high, your eyes glossy and your lips parted, “i’m not done with you, baby.”

oh, boy.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

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part one here

fans of pornstar!gojo are starting to notice he’s not cycling through co-stars on his cam shows like he used to… not since his neighbor started showing up more regularly.

he’s put you in every position he can think of, pulled every type of orgasm out of you, called you every name (sweet and mean)—all for a live audience. you’ve come to know a few regular donors, you recognize names in his audience as people who have come back again and again to watch satoru show you off.

a few months ago, you hardly spoke to the pornstar in the apartment next to yours, and now you’re leaving things in his apartment to avoid having to run back to your own after he’s ruined your clothes, or given you a reason to brush your teeth…

now, you’re sitting between satorus spread legs, with your own legs spread to match his as you face the little camera he has set up. he’s reaching around your body to dip his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit as his free hand holds your chin and makes you keep your eyes on the camera.

“tell everyone who’s making you feel this good,” he says lowly. “it’s not any of the hundreds of people watching you at home, now is it?”

you shake your head and bite back a moan as satoru dips two of his fingers into you. “…no.”

he nips your ear, catching the love between his teeth and pulling back a little before pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it. “then who?”

“you.”

“good,” satoru practically sings. “maybe next show we’ll give these poor guys a chance to make you feel good, huh? we could get you a toy… let them control it while i fuck your pretty mouth, how’s that sound?”

“please,” you nod your head. satoru has unwound an exhibitionist streak in you, and it fires red at his words. he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster, curling them up to trigger full body jolts that run through you. “god, don’t stop.”

“don’t stop?” he mocks you, voice low and teasing and so soft it’s sexual. “you wanna cum for everyone?”

a glance to his laptop screen shows you lines and lines of praises from people watching you at your most vulnerable. satoru is showing you off like a trophy and you don’t have the capacity to care when just his fingers feel this good pumping in and out of you.

you can’t keep up with the string of comments with how fast they’re moving, and how blurred your vision gets with unshed tears of pleasure. gojo releases your chin to grope at your tits, and then move that hand down your stomach to rub furious circles against your clit.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and before you can even register it, your cumming loudly around his fingers. you’d feel bad for his neighbor if it wasn’t you—his name spills from your lips like you’re reciting gospel.

and when you ride it out and finally come down from your orgasm, you’re a panting mess of sweat and tears, but gojo is pressing a kiss to the back of your neck and then gently pushing you down and forward into doggy.

he must see how your eyes widen in the feed of his cam show, because he smiles and rubs the tip of his cock through your folds a few times before pushing into you with a deep stroke and a low groan.

“what?” he squeezes your ass. “they wanna know how fast i can get a second one out of you.”

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hey its ur #1 fan !!

you recently did a toji fic and i enjoyed it a lot, would u like to do a sukuna , nanami, or eren yeager one ?? ik u love me…

my little doll

(Nanami Kento x afab!reader)

warnings: smut, fingering, pet names, praise, not proof read

a/n: hg i hope u enjoy this. i was gonna do eren since ik u love him so much but next request i promise! also i recommend listening to Dollhouse by The Weeknd

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Everybody knew you were Nanami’s girl, there was no doubt about it. But damn, the man couldn’t keep his hands to himself, no matter where you guys were. For example, the simple grocery trips you two would go on. He would always be an inch too close to you as he held ur hips to balance you while you reached up to grab something, the short dress he picked for you to wear hiking up your thighs.

but that’s nothing compared to how he acts in private. This time, he insisted on helping you clean yourself.

“Oh princess, come on, let me help. You overwork yourself.” He said softly as he began to lift your shirt up and over your head. You huffed in response, but didn’t protest. “Good..” He hummed, satisfied, before moving to turn on the bath. You continued his unfinished work, sliding the rest of your clothes off as you watched him filled the bath up with bubbles.

Eventually, he turned back to you, his eyes trailing over every single curve. “How did I get this lucky?” He groaned under his breath, his hand sliding down to adjust the obvious tent in his pants. He cleared his throat as he noticed your sharp gaze. “Sorry, baby.” He sighed as he guided you to the bath, accommodating you to sit down in the warm water. You smile at him as he turns off the bath, the water just below your breasts. “Thanks, Nanami,” You began. “you do too much for me.”

“I don’t do enough for you, doll.” You clench your thighs together at the nickname, god you loved when he called you that.. yet you loathed the effect it had on you. You swear you see him smirk as he rolls up his sleeves just above his elbows and kneels beside the tub, resting his large and calloused hand on your knee. “What?” You ask and he shakes his head. “Nothing.” Nanami keeps his gaze on yours, his thumb rubbing circles on your wet skin. “Just think it’s funny how much you love that nickname.”

“Oh shut up.” You whine and he frowns, his hand move to rest on your thigh. Your breath hitches as you lean your head back against the tub. “Should I go lower, doll?” He asks softly, his voice gruff. You nod slowly, his fingers leaving a trail of heat as his hand goes under the bubbles, between your thighs, to brush against your clit. You gasp softly, clenching your thighs around his hand. “Your watch.” You whisper, watching as he withdraws his hand to remove the expensive silver band from his wrist.

“Okay?” He hums as he reaches between your thighs again, his other hand holding your legs open with his grip on your knee. His fingers rub slow and tight circles on your delicate bundle of nerves, watching as you arch your body up, hips bucking against his fingers. “Come on baby..” He coos softly, moving his index finger to your entrance. The shallow strokes of just the tip of his thick finger had you mewling. “Fuck.. Nanami please.” You beg softly, earning a smirk from the man.

“Have your way with me.”

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not a request, just wanted to stop by and say that toji post you made w/ that picture *phew* it’s doing something to me 🙂‍↕️🥴

LMFAOO THANK YOU i was making it and i was like “damn ts good asf” i was praying someone would comment on it!

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i hate you -blurb

(Toji Fushiguro x afab!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, enemies to lover, pet names, not proof read

a/n: i had to get this off my mind before i forgot. enjoy!

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“I hate you.” You whimper softly, followed by a soft sigh that escapes your lips as you keep your half-lidded and lust filled eyes on Toji’s, your hips moving slowly against his cock, legs straddling his thighs.

“Oh fuck baby.” Toji grunts out softly, his hands gripping your hips eagerly, nails digging into your soft and delicate skin. One hand trails up your bare stomach, moving between your breast to wrap around your neck and pull you closer. “Come on..” He urges, his breath hot against your ear. “You can take it, right?” He gasps softly, his fingers tightening around your neck.

You sob out at his words, your manicured hands moving behind you to rest on his thighs. Your bottom lip gets caught in your teeth, biting down hard enough to almost draw blood. You gyrate your hips faster, his words of encouragement falling upon deaf ears, your mind in shambles, only focusing on the pleasure between your legs. Your eyes roll back, head titling back, trying to ignoring your name that falls out his mouth, trying ignoring the advocate for pleasure he brings to your aching core.

“Baby,” Toji grunts as his hand moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Look at you.” He coos softly, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Too much cock for the princess?” He chuckles as his hand on your hips guides your movements, helping you to move faster, helping you to chase your high.

“Talk to me.” He growls softly.

“s’good..” You whimper out. “Sososo fucking good, Toji.”

He smirks, releasing your chin to grip your hips again. You move your hips faster, your face contorting in pleasure. “I know you don’t hate me baby.” He teases, his hips snapping up, causing your back to arch, hands moving to grip his shoulders. He huffs, grabbing your hands, then wrists, and forcing them behind your back. You whine loudly, pathetically.

“Stop it. You don’t need to hold yourself up on me.”

Toji watches as you nuzzle your head into his shoulder, panting mindlessly as you continue bouncing on his thick cock. Trying to fill the growing desire for him. The way your bodies molded together was almost too perfect, too ghouls to be true for you two. You’re supposed to hate each other, not want to fuck so bad that it has your pussy throb at the thought of him.

You’re soaking his cock, the obscene sounds of him drilling into your tightness filled the room, the sweet, addictive smell of sex surround the two of you. This was terrible.

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