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i ran out of valentine’s day spn cards, but my love for you is limitless. happy valentine’s day bby! 💖

ehe tysm bby!!! ૮꒰ྀ��∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა happy valentine’s day love uuu<333

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your new theme is looking GORG fae

ehehe tysm bby<333 valentines may just be my fav holiday aesthetic tbh

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soo i think i may have just gotten shadow banned

i can’t comment or send asks, my private messages tab just fully disappeared, other people tagging me in posts isn’t showing up in my notifications, + my posts aren’t showing up in the tags

if anyone can help me literally at all w this please please please contact me on my side blog @preyingfaes

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hc's - neighbour! clark kent x new girl!reader

mdni, suggestive content

neighbour! clark kent who you meet when you go to pick up a food order your mother placed at the kents' farm 

neighbour! clark kent who comes out when his mother calls him to help, in that tight white t-shirt, the jeans that are held up by that leather belt, hair messy and smile gorgeous 

neighbour! clark kent who helps you carry everything back to yours (he carries most of it and you’ve just got a couple of bags) 

neighbour! clark kent who’s always there to help when you need him (and god you do) 

neighbour! clark kent who helps when you have car trouble, and even offers you a ride (not the kind you really want) 

neighbour! clark kent who seems totally oblivious to all your very obvious signal 

neighbour! clark kent who’s standing there not even looking as you’re walking around in little shorts and a tank top, one you specifically picked because it gives him prime view of your tits 

neighbour! clark kent who doesn’t acknowledge the subtle innuendos you slip in to conversation 

neighbour! clark kent who’s actually very aware of your tits in that tank top but is far too polite to look (obviously, at least), who doesn’t want to objectify you or think of you that way (you’re literally begging him to think of you that way) 

neighbour! clark kent who picks up on all the innuendos and double-meanings of your words - he’s stupid, not dumb, but the poor guy’s just too awkward, and he doesn’t think you mean them like that, he just thinks you make poor word choices

neighbour! clark kent who’s gonna need a much more obvious clue (as though you haven’t been obvious enough) 

neighbour! clark kent who’s just so helpful, and you’re willing to test how helpful he really is 

i've got something longer planned out for this (possibly a series) if that's desired

edit: expansion can be found here

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MOMMYS SMART GIRL.

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(wanda maximoff x fem!reader)

summary — you finally graduated, finally a real adult, but you’ll always be wanda’s little girl.

warning(s) — drabble: age gap couple, smut, fingering(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), tribbing, overstimulation, nipple suckling, mommy wanda, reader experience lil sub drop, aftercare! (18+)

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“You’re such a pretty little baby.” Wanda praised, her fingers sinking deep inside you as your body rocked back and forth against the soft sheets below.

Today had been a very special day for you both. You had finally graduated college, a milestone that had felt so far away when you first walked onto campus, uncertain of what the future would hold. But here you were, already stepping into the next chapter with a corporate job lined up in the city. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of all the hard work that had led you to this moment.

But as much as this day was about you, it was also about Wanda. She had been your constant, your anchor, since freshman year. When you met, neither of you could have known the journey you’d embark on together. From late-night study sessions in her home office to early morning coffee runs, she had been by your side. She'd supported you through every breakdown, every tear-streaked face as you questioned your worth, your place in the world. And somehow, she always knew exactly what to say to pull you back from the edge.

Through every stressful exam, every late-night cram session, she had been there, not just as a girlfriend, but as your best friend. She knew your weaknesses and loved you anyway. She was your strength when you felt weak and your safe space when the world outside felt too big and too overwhelming. You could still remember the way she held you the night before your biggest presentation, whispering sweetest words of encouragement when you doubted yourself.

She always believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

“Such a smart girl. Been so good all year, haven’t you? I’m so proud of you.” She cooed, as she curled her fingers, expertly brushing your walls with a soft pressure she knew you loved. “But you don’t have to use your brain now, okay? Let Mommy take care of you.”

“Mhmm.” You managed to reply, your mind immediately emptied from her soothing words.

“Good girl.” She emphasised with one last kiss to your lips, before trailing down your body to your hips. There, she gently nipped your protruding bones before making her way to your thighs, biting and licking her way up to between your legs. She leaned down; a long, slow lick up your slit, her tongue pushed flat against your clit, as she circled your bundle of nerves.

The added stimulation was almost too much. Your head became even more fuzzy as you whined and twisted in each direction. Unsure of whether you wanted to escape her touch or draw her in closer. You reached down and grabbed her blonde curls, deciding you needed her closer, needed to finish, as you rocked your hips in into her mouth.

It took Wanda all but 3 seconds to recognise your slight tug and she released your clit, climbing back up your body, “What is it, baby? You don’t wanna cum?”

You replied, “Yes, Mommy. Just want you close.”

She should’ve known, whenever you were so deep in this headspace, you had always wanted to feel Wanda close. Restraints hadn’t worked out for you both the first time, leaving you vigorously upset being denied the chance to feel her close as you came.

She hadn’t moved quick enough and you started to whine before she cut you off, “Okay, baby. I’m right here.” She pressed herself over you, before deciding she wanted to come aswell. She moved your legs into position, spread far apart for her body to fit between, before pressing herself down against you. She tested the new position with a few rocks of her hips that had you head thrown back, mewling abashedly into her hair.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?”

Your response was another moan.

She rocked her hips harder, feeling herself build at the feeling of your clit brushing against hers. The sight of your breasts bouncing as she thrusted into you turned her on even more, her arousal building dangerously fast. She knew she couldn’t be too hard—too rough— with you right now. And so, she slowed, and held you in her arms, tucking her head into your neck as she whispered sweet nothings, “You’re gonna make me cum. You feel so good, baby. You wanna cum with Mommy?”

She felt your hip snap up to hers, chasing the feeling as you began to fall over the edge, and she revelled in the way you curled into her form. She pulled back for a second just enough to be able to fit her hand between as she pressed hard circles against your clit, drawing out your orgasm enough until the pleasure became painful. Your body trembled as you sobbed carelessly into her curls. She was on you again, thrusting fast against your pussy. Her arousal now at its peak, and she too fell over the edge. Her own moans released into your curls.

Her movement slowed but didn’t stop and the overstimulation caused you to cry out. She shushed you gently, stroking your cheek gently as she got off of you, and pulled you into her chest. “Good girl. You did so well, my love.”

You fisted at your eyes, the warm tears burning against your skin.

“You know Mommy loves you, right?” She pulled you closer in, her bare breast flush against your cheek as she offered you one to suckle on, while her fingers wiping the remnants of your tears before pressing light kisses to your face.

You hummed in agreement. Your brain still unable to form proper words and also your mouth now busy attached to her nipple. But your eyes fluttered shut, suddenly not feeling so intense and emotional anymore. The calm buzz that usually followed after sex with Wanda finally set in.

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☆ summer heat // clark kent.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

synopsis. a quiet drive-in date with clark turns into something far more intimate. with his soothing reassurances, you surrender to him in the confines of his dad's creaky blue pickup truck.

warning(s). smut | f!reader | pet names (baby, baby girl) | clark being a lil horndog | semi-public sex | explicit language | gentle dom behavior | truck sex (?) | domestic fluff.

kari yaps. inspired by nai @st4rfckerz to write some clark smut :) it's my first ever time writing something like this for baby so pls be nice about it <333

the drive-in had been clark's idea, a rare night off from his responsibilities and a chance to spend time together without the weight of the world on his shoulders. the summer air was warm, the windows of the small blue pickup truck cracked open just enough to let in the faint breeze. the smell of buttery popcorn wafted in from the concession stand, mixing with the soft hum of the projector and the distant murmurs of people in other cars.

he'd been quiet most of the evening, his arm draped around your shoulders as the two of you leaned back against the worn leather seats. the movie—a horror flick you couldn't quite focus on—played across the giant screen in front of you. clark had been holding you close, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm, but something felt… different.

at first, you thought he was just restless. his knee bounced lightly, his breathing a little heavier than usual. you leaned into him, hoping to soothe whatever was bothering him, but instead of relaxing, his arm tightened around you, his fingers digging slightly into your skin.

"clark?" you ask softly, tilting your head up to look at him. his jaw is clenched, his eyes fixed on the screen, but there's a flicker of something in his expression that sends heat pooling low in your stomach.

"i'm fine," he murmurs, his voice a little strained, but the way his hand moves to your thigh tells a different story.

you swallow hard, suddenly hyper-aware of the closeness of the cab, the way his fingers are sliding higher, inching beneath the hem of your sundress.

"clark," you whisper again, a warning this time, your eyes darting toward the cars parked around you.

"relax, baby," he says, his voice soft but commanding. "no one's paying attention. they're all too busy watching the movie—or rather on each other."

his lips brush against your temple, his breath warm against your skin as his hand presses higher, his fingers grazing the edge of your panties. your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation flooding your senses.

"but—" you start, your protest dying on your lips as he shifts, turning you slightly so you're facing away from him.

"trust me," he says, his voice low and full of promise.

before you can respond, his hands are on your hips, guiding you forward until you're on your stomach, your chest pressed against the cool leather of the seat. the position is awkward at first, your knees bent beneath you, but then you feel him, hard and insistent against the curve of your ass, and any thought of stopping him evaporates.

"baby," you whisper, your voice trembling as his hands slide beneath your dress, tugging your panties down your thighs.

"shh," he soothes, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. "no one will notice. i'll make sure of it."

you want to believe him, but the creak of the truck as he shifts behind you sends a fresh wave of nerves through you.

"what about the truck—"

"'s fine," he says, his voice firm as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "they're all too distracted."

his hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him as he frees himself, the heat of him almost too much as he slides against you. when he finally pushes into you, slow and calculated, a broken moan escapes your lips, muffled by the seat beneath you.

"that's it, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "so perfect."

his thrusts are slow at first, his hands steadying you as he moves, but the angle—the way the cramped space of the cab forces you closer together—has you biting your lip to keep from crying out.

"fuck," you whimper, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat as he picks up his pace, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"you're doing so good,” he praises, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "just let go. no one can see you. it's just us."

you try to focus on his words, on the way he feels inside you, but the faint creak of the truck and the knowledge that anyone could look over at any moment has you teetering on the edge of panic.

"they'll see," you manage, your voice muffled against the seat.

"they won't," he assures you, his hand sliding up your spine in a soothing gesture. "trust me, baby. they're all too busy with their own thing. and even if they did…" he trails off, his lips brushing against your ear. "i'd still ruin you right here."

his words send a wave of heat through you, your body clenching around him as he continues to move, his thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate.

the sounds of the movie—screams and dramatic music—fill the air, masking the soft creak of the truck and the muffled moans that escape you despite your best efforts.

clark's hands grip your hips tighter, his breathing ragged as he chases his release, and you can feel yourself spiraling, the tension in your body building with every movement.

"come for me," he whispers, his voice rough and desperate. "let me feel you, baby girl."

it's all you need. the wave crashes over you, your body trembling beneath him as you bury your face against the seat to muffle your cries.

he follows moments later, his movements slowing as he buries himself deep, a low groan escaping him as he collapses against your back.

for a moment, the two of you are silent, the sounds of the movie and the faint hum of the projector the only things breaking the quiet.

"see?" he says finally, his voice soft and teasing. "told you no one would notice."

you let out a breathless laugh, your body still tingling as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands gentle as he helps you straighten your dress.

"you're impossible," you murmur, but the smile on your lips betrays you.

"and you love it," he counters, pulling you into his arms as the two of you settle back against the seat.

as the movie continues to play, you rest your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart grounding you. despite the flush in your cheeks and the lingering thrill of what just happened, you can't help but feel safe in his arms.

and maybe a little scandalized.

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at first you’re refusing to eat because you’re so cranky, so clark scoops you up and puts you on his lap and then you begin picking at his plate. as soon as you swallow your first bite clark says “that’s it, there’s my girl” and then you’re trying to hide your face in his neck

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shut the fuck up i love this. i just kicked my feet and sighed lovingly like. yea <3 that’s exactly it uh huh <33 yes “that’s it, that’s my girl” 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s such an expert in knowing what to do when you’re like this it makes me crazy. he just takes so much pride in it

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Me with you guys simping over hot men

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redk!clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, extremely dubcon, gunplay

"you're shaking so hard, baby," clark croons from below you. his lips have split into a lazy grin as he watches you bounce up and down on his lap.

"cause you're scaring me," you whimper in return, bottom lip wobbling and tears brimming at your waterline.

it's a partial truth. multiple factors are responsible for your glossy eyes and quivering thighs. anxiety from your boyfriend's recently developed attitude. bliss from the way you're taking his cock to the hilt. terror from the cool, metal pistol digging into your hip.

none of it matters to him though. he wasn't asking in earnest. only to tease. you might be scared out of your mind, but this is the most fun clark's had all week.

he laughs at your assertion, raising his brows in feigned disbelief. "you're scared?" he asks, "is this what you do when you're scared? you pull your panties off and ride the first guy who offers?"

your mouth opens to answer, but he suddenly bucks his hips, silencing any words you had and nearly knocking you off balance in one go. his free hand keeps you steady on top of him. he only needs the one to handle you.

“or maybe i’m special? is that it? i hope so,” he mocks.

whimpers fall from your lips as he continues fucking into your warm hole. wet squelching sounds fill the air around the two of you.

“you told me to! you didn’t give me much of a choice,” you sniffle in defense of yourself. your teary eyes fall to the weapon at your waist to emphasize your point. you don’t even know where he got it from or why he feels the need to aim it at you.

“only cause i could smell your little cunt dripping for me as soon as i walked in the room,” he says, squeezing your hip.

his palm spreads out on your hip before sliding to your back and pulling you down. you collapse onto his chest, your back arching at an awkward angle. the position doesn’t slow him down any. he keeps drilling up into you like he’s being timed.

pathetic whines spill from your lips as you gush around him. frightened as you are, it’s still clark with his cock that fits so perfectly inside you. your fingers clutch at his meaty biceps, nails digging into the skin.

he smiles at your growing cooperation and nuzzles at the side of your hair.

“it’s ok if you wanna blame me, baby. you play the perfect victim,” he breathes.

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just thinking of riding best friend!clark for the first time to experiment and home whimpering and withering bc it feels so good and hes so inexperienced he doesnt kno what to do 😞

you really talked him into it too. crooned some sweet persuasion while you crawled your way onto his lap and traced his collar, asking him if it’s such a horrible idea… just this once. it’ll be fine. there’s no one you trust more than him.

and suddenly he’s got his cock in you and because you two are stupid and neither of you brought a condom (who planned this?) he’s in raw. first time he’s inside a girl and it’s bareback. no wonder he’s losing his mind

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im just thinking of clark being jealous of how much attention you get. he knows you’re beautiful, he understands and loves that, but he hated seeing other guys looking at you like a piece of meat… he just wanted to grab you and show everyone who you were with

just imagining him grabbing your waist or your face with those big hands of his, kissing you fervently and practically grinding against you in public, even though it’s wrong and he’d probably be embarrassed if he was in the right mindset, but he’s not. because all he can think about is showing those guys that your his.

sorry for the ramble, i just love jealous! clark 🙏🏼 hope you’re having a great day, indy !!

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and he always denies that he’s jealous, always denies that he even gets jealous bcos he’s so ashamed of it. so ashamed of how his fist clenches seeing another guy check out your ass walking past. ashamed of how his tone tightens up when a jock asks him about you and if you’re seeing anyone. ashamed of how he tucks you a little closer into his side when he sees a creep stare too hard.

when it gets to be too much, and it usually does, that’s when his self control thins, and he starts thinking: “why not? we are going out after all.” and when his fingers grab your chin and lead you right into it, you instantly revert into that sub space and pliantly let him will you into a kiss and it’s not just a peck hello or something, nah it’s real. sloppy and deep and goes on a little too long. you’re left breathing hard and hot, and he holds your eye contact with a dimpled tug to his lips

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i need to be bred and baby trapped by red clark so bad

like just being fucked until i don’t even know where i am and i’m a mumbling mess. and then he just sticks his hingers in my mouth while he’s fucking me to shut me up with his balls slapping up against me. 🤧

baby trapped by him 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 imagine if this is how you get clark kent as a baby daddy. he was on red k when he knocked you up, thought it was the best idea in the world at the time, told you he was going no condom and you said yes, yes, yes!

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Idkkkkk but I kinda think Clark would enjoy breeding, ofc he wouldnt actually get you pregnant, the last thing he needs rn is a baby but there's just something abt seeing his cum leak out of you and then pushing it back in with his two fingers that makes him so euphoric.....😼🤘🏽🖖🏾🫱🏾✌🏾🤞🏾👋🏾🫰🏾🫴🏾🖖🏾🤌🏾🫵🏾

are you signing at me rn 😭😭😭 anon got so hype they had to switch languages

i agree about the breeding but it’s not a very obvious sexual interest, it’s like the “i wanna start a family with you” brand. he wants the good ol american dream. and you like him sooo much you wanna give him a baby you can raise together <3 and that’s what sexy to him. like yea rn is a bad time to have a child, but he sure thinks about it a lot. he pictures you and him living together with two or three kids running around, and you do everything together.

now creampies?? clark goes crazy for creampies. you let him hit it raw and he’s lost in the pussy. it’s not just about the breeding aspect, it’s about the shared space and the trust and the feeling. he’ll even buy you a plan b the morning after “just in case” and gets all sheepish when the cashier looks at the box and then looks at him a little too long. like ofc a boy that looks like him would be fucking his girl’s pussy raw and being unsafe

and when he gets comfortable with the feeling of his breeding interest, he’ll start pushing his cum back in your hole with his fingers soo lovingly

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okay but clark’s girlfriend being so nervous to be around him after he becomes red k clark. she’s confused by his change in nature and behavior, how he’s touching her a little suggestively, whereas before he used to never touch her the wrong way.

she finally calls him out on it when he’s got her in a club bathroom stall, and has his hands caressing her ass.

“what’s wrong? nervous?” he asks her, smirking almost.

“no just… you’ve never touched me like that before,” she says, breathlessly.

“is that a bad thing?” he asks, eyes flickering down to her cleavage, not even bothering to hide that he’s staring.

she explains that it’s not, not inherently anyways. just that he used to be borderline afraid to touch her sexually so of course she’s confused, and all he can do is slit his thigh between her legs.

“i was scared of upsetting you. but im not scared anymore.” he says carelessly, his canines poking out of his open mouth.

but she’s the scared one now, because he’s looking at her like a piece of meat he wants so badly to tear into.

ngl anon you ate w this one. especially the dialogue is so indicative of the beginnings of clark’s exposure to red kryptonite. the location being a club bathroom stall, and you can hear the music bumping through the walls, and his big hands are everywhere, feeling you up n getting frisky

“what’s wrong? nervous?” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 pleaseee oh my god. saying he was scared of upsetting you, clearly skirting around the fact he’s white lying rn and it’s red kryptonite emboldening him, that fits his characterization so well. the detail of his canines made me so dizzy <33

the way you actively fear him, even going as far as to doubt that he’ll take no for an answer while he’s deep in your neck mouthing at it, keeping you pressed up on him while you’re arching your back. maybe you don’t wanna do it in this club bathroom, but you’re having a hard time concentrating… by his design

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https://www.tumblr.com/hanasnx/769323306001334273/clark-kent-is-so-the-bf-that-lets-you-get-away?source=share

almost fucking dropped my phone. rubbing ur clit to calm you down while still driving?? i've had too many instances now where i didn't realize that i was into smth unless YOU'VE posted abt it and i need you to stop. atp im begging pls put ur phone down i can't do this anymore

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it’s for occasions where you’re yipping about what a hard day you’ve had, and he’s going, “yeah, baby. uh-huh…” all feigned sympathy. “big day today, huh?” and you don’t notice his ulterior motive while you’re talking about how tired you are, and how hungry, and how frustrated. and then his big hand is moving from your thigh, closing in on the inside of it, brushes through to seek out your clit and rub one out through your clothes. all while his eyes are on the road, and you’re spreading your legs to give him access. after he calms you down, all that high strung hangry energy stroked out by the pleasant massage of his hand, you’re much more agreeable afterwards. you might even let him put you down for a nap

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clark kent is so the bf that lets you get away with anything. his gf is a brat and a little bitchy and doesn’t shy away from a fight (but sweet underneath it all) and everyone is sooo confused about how they’ve ended up together. but clark’s the only one who knows how to pacify her, with sweet words or a thumb in her mouth or one in her ass…. or the whole nine yards and he’s bringing her docile side back as he fucks her so sweetly.

he’s a huge pushover. he lets you walk all over him. you show him your can of soda and give it a tap tap with your nail and he opens it for you. you hold your arms out a certain way and he puts your coat on for you. he’s opening doors and pulling out chairs, he’s your personal butler. and no one knows that when you’re being extra bratty he’ll pull something like rubbing on your clit with one hand while he drives the truck with the other, to help you calm down before your destination. then you’re nice n calm n sweet again

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red!clark would fuck you in public i think.. that man don’t give a FUCK

oh yea for sure. he’s corralling you into a dark corner with his big body, pinning you head to a wall with his big hand on your mouth, glancing over his shoulder for half a second and then getting to work. he’s hard asf already bcos he was thinking about bending you over the bar, this small amount of privacy is to make sure he doesn’t get jealous over ppl looking at shit that belongs to him