Warm Up Doodle Of My Wife

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Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

I am whatever gender has the shortest line at the bathroom

do u ever see someone elses headcannon for ur fave character and its like….. i completely respect that u have the right to that headcannon, i will not confront u at all and start needless bullshit over that headcannon…. but i will silently sit here and give you the sideways glance of the century

Ohhhhh you better write some Clark Kent smut in light of that new trailer

#BREAK ME IN HALF, CLARK

pairing — David Corenswet!Superman x f!Reader

tags : Cockwarming, size kink, rough manhandling, possessiveness, titfucking, facefucking, messy oral (f), begging, overstimulation, creampie, cumplay, aftercare pending

a/n : hi hi 🥺 this one got way filthier than I planned but… can you blame me?? David Corenswet’s Clark Kent is built for slow control that snaps—and I just KNOW he’d worship reader like she hung the damn sun in the sky. thank you for letting me write a Superman who’s both gentle and absolutely unhinged in bed 💙 hope you’re as wrecked as the sheets in this fic. pls hydrate. pls stretch. and pls let him carry you to the bath after 😌🫧 i hope you like it baby

The second the front door slammed shut behind him, you knew.

You knew by the way the air changed.

You knew by the heavy sound of his boots on the floor.

You knew by the look in his eyes—wild, lidded, hungry.

Clark Kent wasn’t here to play tonight.

He stalked toward you like he was on a mission. Not to save the world.

To ruin you.

“You think it’s cute,” he muttered, peeling off his shirt with one hand, the muscles in his chest flexing. “Walkin’ around in those little shorts. That fuckin’ tank top with your tits bouncing everywhere. You wanted this.”

He grabs you before you can speak—one big hand wrapping around your throat, tilting your head up.

“You want me to lose control, huh? You wanna know what it feels like to take all of me?”

He shoves two fingers into your mouth, pushing deep onto your tongue. “Suck.”

You moan and wrap your lips around them immediately, eyes wide. His pupils blow wide at the sight. “Good girl. Just like that.”

He drops you onto the bed and flips you over effortlessly—like you’re weightless. Yanks your shorts down. Rips your panties clean in half. No time. No prep.

And then—he spits on your pussy.

Not gentle. Not polite. A wet, filthy string that lands right on your clit, and he uses his thumb to rub it in as you squirm and whimper.

“Already so wet,” he groans, voice gravel and sex. “Look at this pretty little pussy just beggin’ to be stretched.”

And he stretches you. Slowly. Painfully. Like his cock is too big for a human body—and maybe it is.

You’re gasping, drooling into the sheets as he pushes deeper and deeper until you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Can’t even fuckin’ take it, huh?” His hand fists your hair and pulls your head back. “Look at you. Cryin’ over my cock and I’m barely movin’.”

He starts to thrust. Brutal. Relentless. The sound of your soaked pussy getting pounded fills the room. And your tits? They bounce wildly beneath you—so good he growls just watching them move.

He flips you onto your back mid-thrust—his strength effortless—and grabs your tits, squeezing them tight around his cock.

“I wanna fuck these,” he pants. “I’m gonna come all over your chest. Then I’m gonna shove it back inside you and fuck my cum deeper.”

He fucks your tits until his cock is shiny and soaked in your spit, then pushes the head past your lips, facefucking you like he needs to own every inch of you.

“You were made for this. For me. To take me. To come on my cock over and over and beg for more.”

He does everything he said he would. Fills your chest. Smears his cum on your nipples with his cock. Slides back inside your ruined pussy with a growl and keeps going.

You lose count of how many times you come. Of how many times he fills you.

And when he finally slows, panting, his entire chest heaving above you, he slides two fingers into your messy cunt and pushes his cum deeper.

“You’re gonna hold it, baby. I want you leaking for days.”

You’re shaking. Broken. Full of him.

And he presses a kiss to your forehead like he didn’t just fuck the soul out of your body.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispers. “Wanna take a bath? I’ll carry you.”

Group shot in the market district

Cake💔🥀

Cr: VoidBringerr [twitter]

I hc Dick will be non-verbal for a bit when Bruce first adopts him

Waste Disposal.

if you still sleep with a stuffed animal…

- price makes sure you don’t feel childish for it. you’re a little reluctant about admitting it first, but there’s no hiding it once you move in. you grip the edge of your shirt and stare down into the floor when he asks you about the well-loved teddy in one of your moving boxes. he embraces you and reminds you of your age and your big girl job, your degree, your car. none of that changes because you sleep with a stuffie, he mutters as his hands find your wide ass. goes on to tell you all the grown up things he wants to do you.

- kyle finds it endearing, even when you’re a little embarrassed to tell him about it. you’re already the most important person in the world to him. a stuffie only makes you more adorable in his eyes. and frankly, he gets it. it’s nice having something soft and warm to hold when you go sleep, he says and winks at you. still, teddy gets turned the other way when you two start undressing each other.

- johnny finds it a little odd, but only because he can fall asleep standing up in a chopper mid-flight, and therefore doesn’t quite understand that you have specific requirements in order to sleep well. but doesn’t tease you for it, instead always making sure teddy’s around for you. brings him out to the living room when you two (now three) are watching a movie and even borrows him for himself when you’re away. claims it’s because he smells like you, denies it’s because he’s growing fond of him too.

- simon treats teddy with the utmost respect. he probably had one too, long ago, until his father destroyed it. he understands your feelings about your stuffie and places him carefully on the floor next to the bed if you two get busy. stitches up his torn seams with his balaclava-thread. slides him gently back under your arm if you’re already asleep when he comes to bed. puts his own arms around you in turn, protecting your back while teddy has your front. still, slips a hand under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your tits to fall asleep to.

Hope this cheers someone up