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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.”

Bunch of Bug&Boo from twitter

But first they must catch you 🏳️‍⚧️

is it gay to gently rub your fingertips over your military bros scars ? (socks on)

Home

Ghost: disrespect abounds here

He like boob )-:

What casual fans think SPN is about: fighting monsters

What real fans think SPN is about: free will and making your life yours

Boyfriend!Soap who just loves his girlfriend. Carries a photo of you with him in his wallet. Also, has a photo of you in a heart frame on his office desk on base.

“Yeah, this is my wife 😼”

Some of his coworkers on base genuinely believe you two are married. No ring, no ceremony, but spiritually Soap is devoted to his missus MacTavish.

Bonus: a rookie was crying over his girlfriend breaking up with him, so in turn Soap did what he does

“Awww man, that’s tuff… my wifey would never!”