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You’re Malaysian?!?!

LMAO no no I only said that bc Nanami from JJK loves Malaysia so I referring to thattttt, I’m half Mexican and half Irish lol

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wanna get married?

YES I DO PLEASE cmere princess🙈😽 Let’s get married in Malaysia🥹🥹🥹

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oh my god, i found your blog again. honestly, you were the reason i got back into writing in the first place <3 hope you are doing well xo

omg this is so sweet that means so much🥹🥹I hope ur doing well too my love<333 I miss Slytherin boys soooo much, the community was so fun

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aransmind

clark kent but make it gojo

heavenlybodies333

MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING im so wet

Let me take care of you -C.K

Synopsis: You had the worst day at work and coming home to Clark makes you fall apart when he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

cw: Emotional vulnerability/crying. Soft Dom Clark Kent. Oral sex (f!receiving). Aftercare/comfort sex. Power dynamic: emotionally comforting turned sexually intimate. Light praise kink. Established relationship.

You hated crying. Hated how it made you feel weak, small, like all your effort to keep it together was for nothing.

But it had been one of those days. The kind that drained you until you weren’t even sure who you were by the end of it. Deadlines missed, coworkers careless, and that one email from your boss that had you questioning your entire career.

Still, when you got home, you put on a smile. Clark was already on the couch, glasses low on his nose, half-reading the paper and half-listening for disasters on the other side of the world. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, setting it aside and holding his arms open. “You’re home.”

You gave him a quick kiss and mumbled, “Yeah. Long day.” You didn’t sit down right away. You kicked off your shoes. Put your bag away. Stalled.

“You okay?” he asked, gentle, already scanning you.

“Mhm,” you lied, voice too tight.

Clark gave it another minute. Waited. Watched. Then softly patted his thigh. “C’mere.”

You hesitated, lips trembling.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured. “I can see you trying not to fall apart.”

The tears came slow at first—just a couple hot ones rolling down your cheeks. You crawled into his lap, curling into his chest like you always did when the world felt too loud. He wrapped his arms around you and rocked you slightly, warm and solid and so Clark.

He didn’t ask for details. He never pushed. Just whispered, “I got you,” over and over again, his lips in your hair, his hand tracing slow, soothing lines down your back.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there. Long enough that your sobs softened into sniffles and your breath steadied. He tilted your face up after a few minutes, his gaze heavy-lidded but still soft. “You did so good today,” he murmured, kissing your lips once, then again. “You don’t have to be strong with me.”

His hand slid under your shirt slowly, warm palm on your bare waist. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

“Clark,” you breathed, still sniffling.

“I mean it,” he said, and the look in his eyes made your breath catch. “I want to make you feel good.”

You nodded, already melting under his touch.

He eased you back against the couch cushions, pressing a trail of kisses down your neck, your chest. His hands undid your pants like he’d done it a thousand times.

Clark spread your thighs and settled between them like it was his favorite place on Earth. He kissed the inside of your knee first, then higher. His eyes never left yours, even as he mouthed softly against your inner thigh.

“You’ve been through enough today,” he whispered. “Let me take care of everything now.”

And then he licked into you—slow, deep, maddeningly gentle at first. You whimpered, hips twitching.

He groaned softly, like the sound of your pleasure was fuel. “That’s it sweetheart,” he murmured, licking again, firmer now.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he devoured you, slow and thorough, every stroke of his tongue deliberate. He didn’t stop until your legs were shaking, your head thrown back, tears forgotten—replaced with bliss.

When you finally came, moaning his name, Clark held you through it, his lips still brushing soft against your trembling thighs. You blinked down at him, dazed “Clark…”

He smiled as he crawled back up your body, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Told you,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

a/n: did you miss me? Because I missed you

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Is anyone still here🙈I fuckin miss u guys so much. I actually mourn my old self and who I was writing. I miss and love u all so much <3

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having a big girl job is hard and I miss u guys and I can’t believe I’m gonna have to work for the rest of my life this is crazy like what the hell💔 I’m only 22 but I feel like I’ve been overworking for years already and it’s only been a MONTH. I think I’ll start indulging in writing again so I don’t actually kms lol anyways i love u all so so so much u don’t even know

with love, anora

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Have you ever tried this one? -C.K

Synopsis: What starts as teasing turns into a couch-breaking orgasm experiment in just how little self-control Superman really has when it comes to you.

cw: 18+ explicit content, oral (f receiving), light manhandling, size kink, creampie (implied), exhibitionistic teasing, mild spanking.

You were just trying to stretch.

One leg propped on the armrest of your couch, hands above your head, spine arched like you were starring in a late-night infomercial for the Karma Sutra—totally innocent. Just so happened to be wearing Clark’s Metropolis U t-shirt and absolutely nothing underneath it.

Clark walked in holding a bag of groceries, glasses slightly fogged from the summer humidity, and stopped in his tracks like someone hit the pause button on him. “…what are you doing?” he asked, voice strangled. There was a crack—one of the eggs burst inside the carton. “Stretching,” you purred, dragging your arms overhead. “Trying to see what positions I’m still flexible enough for. Been feeling tight.”

“God,” he muttered, setting the bag down. “You do this on purpose.”You tilted your head. “What, yoga?”

“You know I have x-ray vision,” he said, not even pretending to keep his eyes on your face. “Do you?” you blinked, feigning surprise. “Because technically, I’m not naked. There’s cotton between me and the couch.”

“Barely.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” you grinned. He crossed the room in two strides, crouching beside the couch, his large hand gliding slowly up your leg like he was trying to prove a point. “You’re playing with me baby,” he murmured, breath warm against your inner thigh. “And you know damn well I’m not great at self-control when it comes to you.”

anora my love! so so proud of you for knowing your limits when it comes to writing!

always remember that you don't owe anyone anything! your writing is such a joy and we're lucky to be able to experience it!

❤️❤️❤️

love u so much my mootie, ur kind words mean the world to me❤️❤️❤️

I really dont think anybody would be mad at you taking time for yourself, and if they did theyre weird and entitled :/ I cant tell you how many art and writing ideas ive put off because I have to do classwork instead. take your writing at your own pace and more importantly good luck with your job!!

— crime-bunny 💚🐰🔪

thank u babe this means so so much to me🥹🥹I appreciate u so so much!!

Do what you have to do girl! We support you <3 I hope we still get some Spencer at some point but don’t worry about it if not.

OH TRUSTTT you will baby. I just can’t do planned prompts imo. What I should’ve done is written fics and then write the masterlist ahead of time. Anywayssss I will DEF be writing for Spence don’t worry🫦🫦

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for my sanity: ive decided to step away from kinktober on both my main and side accounts. granted this is my first kinktober and I really wish I could participate in both but I just can't write that way. My writing has always been tied to obsession and thats just the way I've always been able to write best. I'll still be writing and posting but I just can't commit to following a master list I know I won't be able to keep up with. Instead, at the end of October I'll be releasing a masterlist with all my "kinktober" works. Therefore, as of now, I won't really be following my kinktober prmpts but will be following the posting schedule for the most part. Im sorry if this is disappointing, adjusting to a new schedule, job and overall a new chapter of my life is really frustrating and I don't have as much time as I'd like to write. I can also feel myself becoming more disappointed and guilty about not being as on schedule as I should be. anyways, I hope you all understand. xoxo anora

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your overstimulated pussy & Clark Kent

cw: rough sex, overstimulation, super strength pinning, multiple orgasms, whining, Clark being a horny fuck.

Clark’s strength was supposed to make you feel safe. That was the deal, wasn’t it? The perfect gentleman, the good man, the boy scout. That’s what everyone else got. But you weren’t everyone else.

You were the one pinned flat on your back, wrists caught in one of his massive hands like they belonged there, his body caging you in as his cock bullied its way in and out of your soaked cunt. Every thrust had his hips slamming into yours until your thighs ached from being forced apart. You couldn’t move even if you tried, his grip too firm, his body too heavy—Superman himself holding you down.

“Cl—Clark—” your voice cracked into a sob as another orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering around his cock. You were trembling, overstimulated, sweat sticking your hair to your cheeks. “Please, I—I can’t—”

He hushed you gently, like you were just being dramatic, leaning down to kiss the salt off your lips. “Shh. Yes, you can, sweetheart. You can take it. I know you can.”

He fucked you through it, through the spasms of your overstimulated cunt, through the tears spilling down your cheeks, through the desperate way you shook your head against the pillow.

“Clark, please, I can’t—” you sobbed, hips jerking weakly as his free hand pressed down on your stomach, right where the head of his cock punched up into you. “It’s too much—”

“You’re perfect like this,” he groaned, hips snapping harder, rutting into you like he couldn’t help himself. “So perfect. Look at you, taking me so well.”

Another orgasm slammed into you so violently you thought you’d black out. You screamed, legs kicking uselessly against his sides, cunt milking him for everything he had. He held your wrists down, fucked you harder, pressed his mouth to your ear while your entire body convulsed beneath him. “One more,” he coaxed, voice low, dangerous. “Just one more, baby. You can give me one more. Don’t you dare quit on me now.”

Your tears soaked into the pillow, your body raw from the endless waves of pleasure he forced out of you. He finally let go of your wrists—only to grab your knees and pin them to your chest, folding you in half as he pounded into your ruined cunt with filthy, wet smacks. Cum was already leaking out around his cock, sticky and white against your thighs, but he wasn’t finished. He’d never be finished.

Clark growled, slamming into you. He finally came—filling you as your body betrayed you, cumming again right with him, another fucking orgasm. Clark pressed his forehead to yours, his voice breaking into a groan. “See, sweetheart? You could take it. Such a good girl.”

a/n:SORRY IM LATE ON KINKTOBER WHORES😭 adjusting to my first ever big girl job is so hard

.˳·˖✶ welcome to heavenlybodies333’s kinktober ✶˖·˳.

18+ | explicit | vulgar | bdsm-heavy | all warnings in individual fics—mdni. read at your own risk.

week 1

oct 3rd corruption kink × mattheo riddle

cw: slytherin dorm fuckery, “don’t act like you didn’t want this,”messy virgin corruption.

oct 4th overstimulation × clark kent

cw: super strength pinning you down, multiple orgasms until you’re sobbing, “you can take it—I know you can.”

oct 5th praise kink × spencer reid

cw: spence being your biggest fan, whiny needy sub, “you’re so beautiful, so perfect—fuck, don’t stop.”

week 2

oct 10th rough sex × rafe cameron

cw: hair pulling, ass slapping, degradation, rafe spitting in your mouth while calling you his slut.

oct 11th cockwarming × mattheo riddle

cw: forced stillness in class, needy whimpers, “sit there and be good while i talk to your friends.”

oct 12th bondage × clark kent

cw: ropes, cuffs snapping under his strength, blindfolds, clark worshipping your body while you’re tied.

week 3

oct 17th jealousy sex × spencer reid

cw: possessive jealousy, rougher than usual, spence fucking you dumb after seeing someone flirt with you.

oct 18th exhibitionism × clark kent

cw: semi-public sex, superhearing catching every sound, clark fucking you somewhere risky (like the daily planet office), “don’t worry, no one can hear—except me.”

oct 19th hate sex × tom riddle

cw: degradation, choking, hair pulling, “say you hate me again and see what happens.”

week 4

oct 24th breeding kink × clark kent

cw: super strength, creampie obsession, clark filling you over and over, “i’ll give you as many as you want, sweetheart.”

oct 25th somnophilia × clark kent

cw: sleepy morning cock, consent established, clark fucking into you while you’re barely awake, “just let me use you.”

oct 26th free use × spencer reid

cw: spence treating you like his personal toy, bending you over whenever he wants.

Finale

oct 31st eiffel tower x spencer reid & clark kent

cw: jealously, possessive fucking, hate sex, slutty parallels between FBI boy genius and golden boy superhero. two different breakups, two different exes, two equally horny fucks you swore would never happen again (but did).

a/n: your whore is back

Yall it’s Labor Day weekend here in AMERICAA jk im literally not patriotic at all in fact im pretty sure the shit ass president of this beautiful country I live in is trying to militarize the police and pretty sure he’s sending them to the city I live in next so that’s😃 anyways I’m going backpacking in the mountains until next week so I won’t be posting, I have a few fics queued for my JJK account but unfortunately not for this one my sluts 💔 maybe if I’m able to finish editing before my flight then I will!! But I don’t just want to disappear on u hoes. Anyways I luv u and have a beautiful wonderful week + weekend before these seasons change…. I’m so excited for Kinktober and Fall, I’m literally combusting. Anyways luv u always, xoxoanora

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Waking up Superman by sucking his cock

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+), deepthroating, morning blowjob, gagging, spit, cum swallowing, rough sex, manhandling, size kink, overstimulation, filthy language, light choking/hair pulling, degradation (“needy”), superhuman strength during sex.

The best part about living with Clark Kent wasn’t the farm-boy charm, or the way he could make breakfast in record time, or even the fact that his arms felt like home when he curled around you in bed. No, the best part was this—

his thick cock stretching your lips first thing in the morning.

You slide down the sheets, tugging them off his body just enough to bare him. And god—he’s already hard, flushed and heavy against his stomach, veins standing out thick along his shaft. You wrap your hand around the base, and he twitches, a deep sound rumbling low in his chest even in sleep.

You lean down, tongue tracing the head, licking up a bead of precum before swallowing him whole. His hips jerk instinctively, driving his cock deep into your throat, and you gag around him, spit slicking your lips.

“Fuck—” Clark’s voice is gravel-rough, half asleep as his eyes crack open. He looks down at you, disoriented, then immediately wrecked. “Sweetheart—Jesus Christ.”

You hum around him, drool spilling over your chin, eyes watering as you bob faster, throat stretching to take him deeper and deeper. His hand fists in your hair, not to stop you—no, he’s pulling you closer, groaning as his hips lift off the bed.

“You—fuck—you’re gonna kill me,” he grits out, sweat beading at his temple. “Waking me up like this—god, you’re so fucking needy.”

You choke when he thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat, and he growls at the sound. He’s losing control, rutting up into your mouth like he can’t help himself, like he’s seconds away from snapping the bed frame in half just to fuck your throat harder. He groans, hips jerking as hot, thick ropes of come flood your mouth.

You swallow greedily, choking on the sheer amount as he keeps you pinned there, groaning low and broken as he spills down your throat. When he finally lets you pull off, gasping for air, his cock is still hard, glistening with spit and come, twitching against your lips.

You’re still catching your breath when his big hands grip your arms, hauling you up. You whimper into him, slick and trembling, because fuck—he’s still hard, throbbing against your stomach like you didn’t just swallow his soul.

“You think I’m done with you?” he growls against your lips, voice dark and wrecked, before flipping you onto his lap like a goddamn ragdoll. “You wake me up with that greedy little mouth and think I’m letting you off easy? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

You barely manage a gasp before he’s lining up and slamming into you. “Clark—fuck—” You’re already dripping down his length, clenching tight, but he just grips your hips and starts bouncing you like a toy. By the time his mouth swirls against your tits, you were gone, moaning into his kiss while he thrusted into you faster, fucking you through sunrise.

a/n: some of you are having actual slut confessions in my inbox and I love it, this request specifically..you’re such a slut and Ily<3

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